She could transfer to DSMC if we took her¯which we’re not, obviously. She’ll lose everything she’s stored up in terms of retirement. You don’t get booted from a vessel without cause. I have yet to meet a captain who’s that much of an asshole to boot someone just for spite. You really have to be fucking up or endangering lives or pissing off all your crewmates to get booted.”
“Or all of the above?”
Ford nodded. “Exactly.”
“Which category did she fall into?”
Ford and Aaron parroted, “All of the above.” Aaron winced.
Emi strolled down to Engineering and found Caph buried halfway inside the main life support circuit panel. She made sure he heard her entrance so she didn’t startle him.
“Hey, sweetie. You okay in there?” she called out.
“I’ll be done in a minute.” He handed out tools and backed out of the access hatch. “You run into the unholy whore again?”
“Jezebel?”
He laughed. “As good a name as any for her, I suppose.”
“I hear she’s got her sights set on you.” Caph grabbed Emi’s arm and pulled her into his lap. “Why the hell would I want table scraps when I’ve got prime cut filet mignon for every meal, baby?”
She grinned. “Filet mignon, huh?”
“Yeah.” His hand slipped under her shirt, gently cupping her breast. “I’ve got the best right here. I don’t need a chip in my head to keep me faithful to you, sweetie. You can lead me anywhere you want, I’ll follow you.”
Cuddling with him was like snuggling into a large, comfortable chair with a soft quilt. She slipped her hand between his legs and lightly ran her nails up and down his shaft through the fabric, enjoying the feel of him hardening under her fingers.
“Watch out, babe. You’re playing with fire there.” His mood had shifted from his slightly mopey attitude to playful tenderness. “Maybe that’s what I want.” She nibbled the tender spot behind his ear that always made him moan.
In one fluid move he stood, carrying her back up to their cabin.
Emi sensed Aaron and Ford were on the bridge, but she felt Caph needed a little alone time with her.
“Go close the door,” she whispered into his ear after he set her on their bed.
He did, then quickly stripped and joined her, helping her shed her clothes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned, his lips exploring her flesh. He started to move lower and she pulled him up.
“No, baby. I want you to do something else for me.”
“What?”
She pushed him into a sitting position and climbed into his lap, facing him, her legs around his waist. “What do you think?” There’d been so few chances to be alone with him, to try again.
She wanted this from him in the worst way, something to totally take his mind off Jujubee or whatever her name was.
His hands skimmed down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her tight against him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Then they were kissing, and his cock slid comfortably deep inside her the way it always did. She dropped her head to his shoulder and let him cradle her as they started a slow, sensual rocking, their own intimate rhythm.
He took his cues from her, letting her set the pace, letting her use his body. His mind was totally on Emi now—she felt it. Not a trace of stress in his system.
She took her time, and when she felt his cock slide over her clit just right, she managed to duplicate the sensation and adjusted her body accordingly.
He felt it, felt her tensing against him. “That’s it, baby. Take your time and do it.”
Emi felt like she was alone in the universe with Caph, just her body merged with his, every sensation magnified.
She was so close, hovering on the edge, not quite enough pressure on her clit to bring her over.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispered.
Grinding her hips against him in response, she shifted her weight a little and gasped as it felt like the length of his cock stroked down her slick nub. “That!” she gasped. Now that she had the sweet spot she didn’t want to risk losing it.
Caph’s hands caressed her back. “Let me feel it, sweetie.” So close…so, so close. Only with him, the others so far unable to duplicate this sensation. No, not as intense or easy to achieve, but that made it all the sweeter.
Frantic, thrusting, she panted against his neck, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to tune out the world. Then a gentle coasting, cresting, and she cried out.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, I can feel you.” His hands slipped to her hips, steadying her, giving him leverage to help him thrust. In just a few strokes he was there with her, and they sank to the bed, spent and sweaty.
Emi cried.
He kissed the top of her head and held her close. “Are you going to cry every time we do that? Because it might give me a complex.” She laughed and lifted her head to look at him. “Maybe after a few years, once I have a chance to get used to being able to do that.
These are good tears, Caph.”
“As long as you’re sure about that.” “I’m sure.”
They must have dozed, because she awoke to the feeling of being pleasantly sandwiched between two warm, firm bodies. She sensed without looking that it was Ford napping behind her. Tipping her head, she noticed Caph watching her.
“Nice nap?” he whispered.
“How long?”
“Long enough for Brainiac to discover us.”
“I can hear you,” Ford mumbled.
Emi smiled. “Where’s Aaron?”
“He’s checking the cargo layout,” Ford said.
Emi rolled over and kissed him. “And what are you up to?” He stiffened against her, making her chuckle.
“I’m up to doing you, sweetie, if you’re in the mood.”
“That sounds nice.”
She didn’t stop him when he slid down her body and spread her legs with his hands. “Perfect,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to her mound.
Caph pulled her against his chest, holding her. “Do we make you feel good, baby?”
“Uh huh!”
Still sensitive from her session with Caph, it didn’t take Ford long to bring her over, relentlessly drawing every last gasp out of her.
“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sound,” Caph hoarsely whispered.
“Yeah,” Ford agreed, moving into position between her legs, lifting them to his shoulders. He went so much deeper this way, touching her in ways and places normally left undisturbed.
Caph moved out of the way. Emi closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Ford filling her when he jumped, then laughed.
“Trying to get me to explode?” he asked.
“Damn straight,” Caph growled. She knew he was down there somewhere, but she didn’t feel like looking.
Ford stopped thrusting and moaned. “Oh, yeah!”
“What’s he doing?” Emi asked, feeling something brush against her backside.
Ford gasped. “He’s working his tongue over my balls.” She fought the urge to giggle. Caph certainly did have a talented tongue.
After a minute, Ford thrust again, but they were harder, jerky motions. Emi peeked. He’d closed his eyes, his lower lip caught under his upper teeth, trying to hold back his climax against Caph’s persistent mouth.
It was a losing battle. Ford cried out and drove deeper, harder than before, and collapsed on her. She held him against her chest, arms and legs trapping him.
Caph sat up and laughed. “That was fun. Haven’t done that in a while.”
“You cheated,” Ford grumbled. “That’s not fair.”
“How’s it cheating?”
“You made me come too fast.”
“Ah, but you came hard, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did.”
Caph stretched out next to them, his arm around Ford’s waist, Emi’s head tucked into the crook of his arm. “I love doing that to you.” He met her eyes. “And I love doing that to you too, baby girl.” No hit of stress from either. Jezapalooza wasn’t anywhere in their thoughts.