Pleasure Planet - Part Three

Content Advisory: M/F oral sex, graphic language.

When we last left Pleasure Planet, Andromeda and Hector had consummated their very new relationship in the hot pools on Pleasure Realm Nine.

All the way back to the room Hector’s hand touched some part of my body. My back, my shoulder, my ass when nobody was looking. I’m woman enough to admit I liked his attention. Although he’d made it clear there was more sweet lovin’ to come, I appreciated the reassurance of his intimate caresses. Nothing worse than feeling trampy after a wild fling.

He wasn’t chatty like me and didn’t seem uncomfortable as we rode the elevator in silence. I forced myself to relax and act natural. I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly. Acting too at ease with the situation would insinuate I did this kind of thing all the time—which I did not. But I didn’t want to appear awkward either, so I crossed my arms over my chest and stared straight ahead. In hindsight I probably looked more cold than cool.

“So, you said something about eating.” Hector really knew how to work up my appetite. “What did you have in mind?”

I kept my inquiry nonchalant, not wanting to sound like I needed a twelve-step program for food addiction. I can get a little cranky when I’m hungry and wanted to head that ugliness off at the pass.

“How about Nova’s?”

“Uh…” I blinked a few times and stepped out of the elevator. Nova’s was the most expensive restaurant in Pleasure Palace. “Aren’t they booked up months in advance?”

“I have a standing reservation.” Hector pressed his hand to the key pad of our room and the door slid open. “After you.”

This man was full of surprises. I preceded him in, the door whooshing shut behind us.

“Sounds perfect.”

It really did. I wasn’t the type to plan three months ahead for a dinner reservation. I’m more of a “what sounds good” kind of eater, which normally landed me at Phil’s Universal Pancake House around midnight. I used to scoff at people who planned out their lives. Thought it took the spontaneity out of the moment. But I was wrong. Tonight Hector’s organized geekiness would give me an opportunity to dine at a place I’d always wanted to try, but never had the wherewithal to plan for.

“It’s rather formal.” He pulled a black suite out of his transport bag and gently shook it. “Do you have appropriate attire?”

“Yes,” I bit out. Wow, I went from amazed to irritated in under a second. What? Did I look like the kind of woman who couldn’t possibly own a dress? Well, I’d show him. “I have the perfect thing.”

I grabbed my duffle bag and headed to the bathroom. Hector’s ignored me, now absorbed with punching the buttons on the steam and pressing chamber. As far as I knew, he’d never seen me decked out for a night of fun. Since most of my life was spent working, I’m usually shrouded in a white, wrinkled lab coat or wearing cargo pants and a t-shirt. Never had a reason to primp on Crystalar, never had anybody to impress—until now.

I showered quickly and stepped into the drying bay. One good thing about short, spiky hair is that it doesn’t take a lot of coiffeuring. A few strong blast of hot air and voila, done.

I went light on the makeup, after all, Hector seemed to like the more natural me. A little blush, a little more mascara, some mauve lip gloss and I was ready for the dress. Short, black and clingy. The soft material slid over my body and hugged all the right places, falling a few inches above my knees. I sent up a prayer of thanks for the transformation of my body. Again, not planned, just dumb luck born out of boredom.

I slid on five silver bangle bracelets, hooked a thin silver chain around my neck, and put on delicate pair of silver chandelier earrings. A wicked smile crept across my lips as I decided to forgo my lacey black thong. Wouldn’t Hector be surprised when he found out I’d decided to go commando? And he would find out.

 Stepping back, I eyed myself in the mirror. Nice. I dug in my bag for my black sandals. The shoes weren’t so high I’d break an ankle if the bartender over-served me, but were still ultra-feminine, right down to the black ribbon that wrapped around my ankle.

I fluffed my hair, took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. Hector stood with his back to me, wearing only his boxers. I stopped and raked his body with my gaze. Would I ever get used to seeing him like this, cut, tan, and drop dead sexy?

I think I did one of those girly sighs because he glanced over his shoulder at me. His reaction was good, appropriate, the kind of reaction you want from a man when you’ve put forth a little effort.

He laid his suit on the bed and walked toward me. My eyes traveled across his chest and down the channel that dipped into his low-slung waistband. Unable to stop myself, I licked my lips. His cock swelled under the light fabric and suddenly I wasn’t all that concerned with making the reservation at Nova’s.

“We’ll never get out of here if you keep looking at me that way,” he said.

I glanced at his face. His eyes were dark with desire. Call me a troublemaker, but the forbidden fruit was dangling too close to resist. I reached out and stroked him. His hands ran up my arms and massaged my shoulders.

“How much time until the reservation?” I purred.

He arched a brow. “Thirty minutes.”

I slid to my knees, his cock still draped but directly in front of my face. “Plenty of time.”

He didn’t speak, just stared at me as if waiting to see what I would do—hoping I’d do what I was about to do. Have I mentioned that I love his green eyes? Sometimes they’re the only part of Hector that convey what he’s thinking and right now they were pleading for me to continue.

I hooked my index fingers on the elastic of his boxers and tugged them down. His erection sprang free and again, I marveled at the wonderful surprise of his body. My fingers wrapped around his shaft and I felt it harden under my touch. I probably shouldn’t have gotten an ego boost from that. Most cocks get hard when you touch them, but the look of desperate hunger on his face had me patting myself on the back—just a bit.

My lips hovered less than an inch for his swollen tip. I let my warm breath flow over the head, teasing him. He pushed against my hand. I opened my mouth and he slipped inside. No need to torture the poor man longer than necessary, after all, we were on a schedule.

My tongue swirled around the head as I pulled free, but instantly wrapped my lips around him again and took him deep. A low groan squeezed from Hector’s throat and his head lolled back. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he threaded his fingers through my hair. Another good thing about my hairstyle, you can’t really mess it up.

I slowly pulled back, sucking hard. My hand followed my lips with a firm caress. His fingers tightened almost painfully, but I kind of liked it. There was something about seeing Hector come unraveled that spiked my passion and determination. With a steady rhythm I drew him in and out of my mouth, tunneling him along my moist tongue, drawing his pleasure out with each stroke. His cock grew, stretching my jaw. Any wider and this blow job would end in a hand job. The man was blessed.

He reached between us and cupped his balls. His breathing quickened as I increased the pressure and speed of my assault. I filed stroking his balls away for later use. It seemed to be an effective maneuver.

His other hand gripped the back of my head and gently guided me against him, not too fast and not too deep. I reach around his body and cupped his ass. The man had me on the edge as he made love to my mouth with his beautiful cock.

I knew he was close from the rasps panting above me. God he was beautiful, all twisted steel and brains. The perfect combination. My nipples ached to be plucked and the heat pooling between my legs was almost unbearable. I let go of his ass to stroke my pussy. It wouldn't take much to send me over the edge. Just the sounds of his moans and the feel of his cock in my mouth nearly had me coming. I rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts.

At some point I stopped sucking him off and let him take control. Never thrusting past the point of comfort, he fucked my mouth, over and over. My finger worked my swollen nub and I let go of his cock with my other hand to tug at my nipple. I tottered—on the edge—waiting. His body stiffened and he growled as his warm come spurted against my throat. I dipped my finger into my wet pussy, rubbed my clit and followed him over the edge. Sweet nebulas, this man knew how to make me hot. He leaned forward and braced a hand against the bathroom doorframe. He tasted clean and I swallowed every last drop, not permitting him to pull away.

After a minute, he straightened, wrapped his hands around my upper arms and pulled me up. I was grateful for the assistance, because though I’d never admit it to Hector, my left foot had fallen asleep while I'd been pleasuring us. Every painful prickle was worth the price to see him lose control.

He crushed me against his chest and kissed me deep, not at all creeped out by the taste of his come in my mouth. Cool. Another passionate minute—or five passed before I broke the kiss and stepped out of his arms. “

We have ten minutes until our reservation.” He took a step toward me and I backed up.

“Fuck the reservation,” he said.

I pointed toward the bathroom. “Like hell. Get ready. You’re feeding me.” I gave him my most seductive smile. “I suggest you eat. You’re going to need your strength.”

****

If you enjoyed Pleasure Planet, please return on October 31 for some sexy Halloween fun.

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asJaxon Vailsa

If you missed any of our previous posts and would like to catch up, you can purchase the Everything Erotic Volume I, Everything Erotic Volume II, Everything Erotic Volume III, Everything Erotic Volume IV, Everything Erotic Volume V, Everything Erotic Volume VIand Everything Erotic Volume VII anthologies as ebooks for only $2.99 each! Want it in print? Everything Erotic Volumes I-III is now available in paperback for $12.95.

Copyright © Jaxon Vail

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Pleasure Planet - Part Two

Content Advisory- Crude language, graphic m/f sex

When we last left Andromeda and Hector on Pleasure Planet, Andromeda realized having to share a suite with Hector may not be as bad as she first thought.

I tried not to stare at Hector’s sculpted body, but my eyes wouldn’t cooperate. He’d never been anything other than a geeky co-worker, but suddenly I was having all sorts of naughty thoughts that involved nakedness and tongues. My mind screamed not to go down that path. Darn this deprived libido, it seemed to have plans of its own.

“Well, don’t worry about staying out of my way.” I tried to sound nonchalant as I backpedaled from my earlier declaration of needing privacy. He was still fiddling with the string of his swimming trunks, ignoring me. “I’ll probably just hang around the pool and relax.” I slipped my finger into my belt and gave it a quick tug, letting my robe gape enough to show my ample cleavage. “You know, the usual stuff.”

He finished tying his trunks and looked at me. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs again, which sent a thrill through me. An expression I’d like to think was lust, ghosted across his face. My nipples tightened. His gaze traveled to my lips, then eyes, his inscrutable mask once again fixed in place. I had a feeling Hector’s still waters ran deep—and hot.

“Are you going swimming?” he said.

I attempted a flirty hair flip thing which probably looked stupid since I have short hair. What was wrong with me? It was as if the street-smart Andromeda had been replaced by some sexed-up bimbo.

“Yeah, I thought I’d hit Pleasure Realm Nine for a soak in the hot pools,” I said. “How about you” A giggle slipped out and I cringed. Get a hold of yourself girl. “Would you like to join me?”

I turned and dug in my bag, searching for my music-pod and headphones, the action a meager attempt to exorcise the ditzy bar-fly that had invaded my body.

“Yes, I think I will.”

“Found them.” I waved my headphones in the air a little too vigorously, ignoring the excitement racing through me. “Okay then, ready?”

Hector walked to the door and held it open for me. A true gentleman. I smiled, but didn’t speak, not trusting myself to say anything that wouldn’t sound completely moronic. I chastised my sudden ineptitude. I’d never cared what any of the men on Crystalar thought of me. Was I so shallow that a set of ripped abs and dreamy green eyes could turn me into a brainless hussy and make me forget Hector’s dweebish, knucklehead ways? The heat of his body caressed my skin as I passed him. A shiver ran across the back of my neck. Yep, obviously I was that shallow.

We made our trek to the elevator in relative silence. I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from cramming the pregnant pauses with a lot of babble. The elevator stopped at several floors on its descent, slowly filling with people, slowly pushing me closer to Hector. By the eighth stop I was pressed so tightly against him my boobs cradled his upper arm. I kind of liked it and made no effort to dislodge him.

He smelled clean and crisp and I was tempted to run my tongue across his shoulder. I restrained myself, not wanting to creep him out. The elevator lurched and I fell against him. Much to my disappointment, Hector extracted his arm. Much to my pleasure, he wrapped it around me, securing me against him. I thought he was only being gentlemanly again, but then his hand crept down my hip and cupped my ass in a way that was anything but proper.

I cut a glance to his face. He stared at me and cocked a brow. I stared back. Did I really want to take a chance on screwing up my working relationship with Hector? As things stood, I worked alone, unencumbered by social attachments. When I left Chrystalar, I left that part of my life behind. If I took this sexual plunge with him, would that totally screw up the three weeks out of the month I was stuck in a confined area with the nerds? His hand found its way under the back of my robe. He slid a finger along the crease of my cheek and down between my legs.

Oh what the fuck. You only live once.

I shifted slightly, spreading my legs to give him better access, and to let him know I was all in. For the first time ever, Hector smiled. It was small, the kind that quirked up at the corner of his mouth, and I melted. Why had I never noticed him before? I could have been enjoying hot-monkey sex months ago. We had the same rotation schedule and usually traveled to Pleasure Planet on the same transport. I smiled at him.

His finger, I don’t know which one and didn’t really care as long as he didn’t stop, slid along the thin string of my thong. The tip wedged beneath the elastic and stroked the lips of my pussy. Blessed nebulas, I wanted him to bury that digit and pleasure me right then and there, but I kept my cool. I was wet and I knew he felt it. His finger dipped between my folds and stroked. I was quickly losing my cool but I was no novice at the game of seduction. A very large part of me wanted to see Hector lose control. I wanted to watch his tightly reined mannerisms unwind.

I inched my way through the crush of people until I stood directly in front of him. Despite my bulky robe I could feel his erection as I squeezed between him and some old guy wearing a silver track suit. I felt more than heard Hector’s intake of breath. Stepping back, I pressed my ass into his cock. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me hard against him. I stumbled a little and grabbed the silver guy’s arm to steady myself. He looked at me. Well, he looked at my boobs.

“Sorry,” I said, releasing him.

His smile made me feel like I’d just been licked by a Maltarian camel. The dromedaries have oil glands on their tongue to keep their mouths moist on the desert planet. Ick.

“Anytime,” the man said.

Luckily the doors opened and he exited, along with five other people. With more room in the elevator it seemed awkward for me to still be pressed against Hector, but he didn’t seem to give a crap. He did remove his hands from my hips and now held me firmly by the upper arms.

We exited the elevator and walked down the carpeted corridor to the pool area. Large glass doors slid open and the smell of the saltwater pools hit me. The humid air wrapped around my body and I slipped off my robe. I could feel Hector’s gaze on me. My heart beat a little faster. It had been a long time since any man had given me butterflies.

I stuffed my music pod and headphones into the pocket of my robe and set it on a lounge chair. Our next stop was the showers. I pressed the button for the warm spray and turned so the jets doused my back and hair. Hector stood outside the spray’s range and stared at me for several long seconds. The way he looked at me made me feel sexy so I worked it. I held his gaze and ran my fingers through my hair and down my neck, finally running my hands over my breasts. Oh yeah, very effective.

Hector stepped into my shower and crowded my body with his. My skin tingled as his flesh made contact with mine. I tried to peer up at him but the water kept dripping into my eyes. Figuring I’d end up looking like an idiot if I tried to gaze seductively at him, I closed my eyes.

His hands traveled over my shoulders and gripped my upper arms again. With a smooth turn, he placed his back toward the shower, blocking me from the spray. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me. I was quickly learning that even though Hector didn’t say much, his beautiful green eyes spoke volumes.

He twined his fingers with mine and pulled me out of the warm spray toward the hot pools. There were nine, most of them occupied by large women in rubber caps that sported colorful flowers. He guided me to the farthest pool. It was surrounded by tropical greenery and thankfully empty. Holding hands, we descended the steps. Hot water bubbled around us, chasing away any lingering space-chill hiding in my bones. He guided me to the corner, where lush foliage grew tall enough to block us from everybody’s view.

I started to sit beside him, but he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him—straddled his erection. Sweet nebulas he felt good. I wrapped one arm around his neck and ran my other hand through his hair to tousle it. Something inside me wanted to peel away the old layers of Hector and reveal the sexy man buried under thick glasses, the man who had been hiding all this hotness under a lab coat.

His thick brown hair spiked under my fingers and I damn near let one of those feminine sighs escape me.

“God you’re good looking,” I said.

He cocked his brow again. I was quickly coming to love that little quirk. “I’ve always looked like this, Andromeda.”

I like the way he said my name. “Uh, no you didn’t. I would have noticed.”

“Maybe you weren’t looking.”

His hand moved up to cup the back of my head and brought my mouth a fraction of an inch from his. I wanted him to kiss me—needed him to kiss me. His lips hovered, his eyes searching my face.

“Are you sure about this, Andromeda?”

I wasn’t sure about a lot of things in life, but this? “Oh yeah, very sure. Now, stop talking and kiss me.”

He hesitated a fraction of a second before pulling my mouth to his. Soft, demanding, and very skilled lips assaulted mine. I opened to him, letting his tongue stroke and seduce me. To say he was a good kisser would be a gross understatement. Sweet heavens, the man had a mouth made for loving.

Somebody moaned. In hindsight I think it was me. I wrapped both arms around his neck and deepened my kiss. My pussy moved along his cock, back and forth, stroking him. His hands cupped my ass and guided me against him, never once freeing my mouth from his sensual attack.

I slipped my hand between us and found the waistband of his swimming trunks. My fingers slid easily between his body and the elastic. Later I’d wonder if he’d untied the strings for just such an occasion. I found him instantly. He was hot and hard. I palmed the head of his erection and gently squeezed as I stroked him. He pushed into my hand. His mouth pressed gently against mine, open, breathing against my lips.

“Stroke me all the way down,” he whispered.

I did, loving the tightly controlled passion burning in his eyes. He moaned and let his forehead rest against my shoulder. I stroked and squeezed, feeling him grow harder against my touch. One of his hands kept me anchored to his lap but his other found my breast. He pulled the small triangle aside and rubbed his thumb across my nipple. With a gentle tug, he rolled it between his fingers. Spikes of hot pleasure shot to my pussy. I gasped.

“Do that again,” I said.

He obliged. Then he exposed my other nipple and kindly did the same. His head lowered and his wonderful mouth sucked me as his tongue laved against my pebbled nubs. This was not enough. Him fondling my tits, me stroking him, I wanted more.

I grasped one of his hands and moved it between my legs. It didn’t take much encouragement, well, none really, before Hector was beneath the thin piece of material covering my girlie parts. Like his mouth, his fingers were full of talent. Unencumbered by a crowded elevator, he now had free rein and took advantage.

His finger slid deep inside me and I thought I’d explode. I whimpered.

“Do you like that?” he said as he slid another finger inside.

“God, Hector, God.” Those were the only words I seemed capable of verbalizing as his thumb rubbed my clit.

I pumped the head of his cock and I think he growled. His mouth crushed mine as we pleasured each other. My pussy throbbed and I felt that wonderful spiraling building.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth.

“Never,” he said.

But he did, damn him. Without warning he removed his fingers and flipped me around to face away from him.  I wanted to scream. My body hummed like a tight guitar string. I felt him fumble a little before settling me back on his lap. He pulled my thong to the side and I felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy. Holy planetary collision it felt good.

I slid onto him inch by blessed inch. He filled me and it was all I could do not to cry out. His finger found my clit as his other hand guided me up and down his cock. The hot water boiled around us, hiding the play under its roiling bubbles. I leaned against him, craning my neck to kiss him. The position was awkward but at that moment I wanted every inch of Hector, against or inside me.

I bunched my legs on either side of his thighs and rode him, sliding, pumping, and milking him. One hand found my nipple and he tugged, sending pleasure shooting to the spot he sweetly fucked.

My pussy pulsed as I ratcheted higher, building to my climax. Hector’s heavy breaths panted against my shoulder. The man was pure sexual magic.

“Hector, I’m getting close.”

“Come for me, Andromeda.” God I loved the way he said my name. He rubbed my clit more quickly, sliding his finger to where his cock pumped into me and back to my sensitive nub. “Do it, Andromeda. Come while I fuck you.”

Okay, that did it. I cried out and shattered into a million tiny pieces. My pussy squeezed and released, milking his cock. I covered his hand with mine, helping him rubbed my clit, helping him finish the job. He bit my shoulder and thrust into me, straining and holding me as he came.

His body convulsed. Mine answered, still throbbing from the mind blowing orgasm. His hands ran up the sides of my body and covered my breasts. He massaged and stroked them, kissing my shoulder and neck as he filled me. I arched against him, still needing his touch.

When he stopped shuddering, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him. We sat like that for a long time, not talking. He didn’t seem in a hurry to let me go and for the first time I could ever remember, I didn’t want to be let go.

Finally, he released me. I shoved my boobs back into my suit and slid the thong back to where it was supposed to be. He adjusted his trunks and looked at me. What happened now? I suddenly felt awkward and hoped he wasn’t going to go all analytical nerd on me and burst my vacation bubble.

“Hungry?” he said.

I grinned. “Starving.”

His green eyes sparkled. “Good, because your going to need your strength.”

Thank you, sweet nebulas.

If you enjoyed the second installment of Pleasure Planet, please return on Sept 16^th for more fun between Andromeda and Hector.

asJaxon Vailsa

If you missed any of our previous posts and would like to catch up, you can purchase the Everything Erotic Volume I , Everything Erotic Volume II , Everything Erotic Volume III , Everything Erotic Volume IV , Everything Erotic Volume V , Everything Erotic Volume VI and Everything Erotic Volume VII anthologies as ebooks for only $2.99 each! Want it in print? Everything Erotic Volumes I-III is now available in paperback for $12.95.

Copyright © Jaxon Vail

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.