The First Starfighter Grace Goodwin (read with me TXT) 📖

worked her nipples, one then the other, until she was writhing and saying my name in a sexy, breathless voice.

It wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t lift my head, just tilted my chin so I could look up at her. “More?”

She frowned, but when I licked at her nipple as I slid my hand into her pants, she leaned her head back against the wall. “Yes.”

She widened her stance to give me better access.

I brushed my fingers over soft curls, then over her slit to find her slick folds. Her hips rolled as I circled her clit, then slipped a finger deep. Fuck, she was hot, wet, and tight. Her inner walls clenched down, and I had to imagine how she’d practically strangle my cock when I finally had her beneath me.

I shouldn’t have expected her to be passive, even as I finger fucked her. She gave in equal measure, sliding her small hand down the front of my uniform and finding my hard length, aching and eager for her. There wasn’t much room, but she gripped me and stroked from root to tip.

I groaned against her breast, slapped my free hand against the wall by her head. I lifted my chin and looked at her.

A sly grin was on her face, which meant I wasn’t doing a good enough job of getting her off. As I pulled out, then slipped another finger in, I watched her closely, although it was fucking hard with her rubbing me off.

We were breathing hard. Sweat slid down my brow. This wasn’t how I’d planned to make her come the first time, but this was hot. Frantic.

“Alex,” she breathed.

I loved the nickname, loved the way it sounded as I pushed her to the brink. She got wetter the second I found that spot inside her, the one that had her grasping my cock as if it were the joystick inside the Valor.

Pre-cum escaped in a slow trickle. My balls tightened. I wasn’t going to last. This moment was something I’d longed for, for too long. She was what I’d dreamed about. Craved.

I needed her. Her touch, her rough handling.

This wasn’t gentle or sweet.

No. It was almost desperate. And when she came around my fingers, her hot, wet core pulsing, I couldn’t hold back, only thrust into her grip and come all over her palm.

I growled her name, leaned in, and nipped at her neck as she rode my hand, found her own completion.

We were sweaty. Sticky. Cum coated both our hands. It was perfect.

When I finally lifted my head, met her sated gaze, I accepted my fate utterly and completely. She was mine. I wasn’t letting her go.

Ever.

7

Jamie

Sitting in the cockpit of the Valor felt like a dream, or hallucination, or just so bizarre it seemed I was having an out-of-body experience. Maybe it was being with Alex, because what we’d done in the control room… God, that had been incredible. Insane.

We’d been like teenagers with heavy petting and getting off. The not-sex had been hotter than any actual sex I’d ever had.

It had taken a while, but we’d pulled ourselves together. Set our uniforms to rights, found a washing station to rinse the evidence from our hands. I’d felt like a rebellious teenager sneaking around, and it was fun. I loved that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d never felt like this about anyone I’d dated. I looked at Alex and I wanted.

He led me back to the ship, my hand in his, and this time we climbed inside.

I might have almost come again when I gripped the controls. It was real. Alex was real. All of this… Velerion. I was slowly catching on to it being reality. Maybe it was the sound Alex had made when he’d come all over my hand, the hot spurts rock-solid confirmation that he was as into me as I was with him.

Rock-solid. Hah! Just like his—

“Ready, Starfighter?” he asked.

“I can’t believe this. It’s exactly like the game.” Now I sat in the cockpit of the Valor. The seat was similar to my gaming chair but better. It fit me… perfectly. I watched a hand, my hand, touch the holographic displays that told me the ship was full of fuel, loaded with weapons, and ready to go.

Alex settled into his seat beside me and buckled his harness into place. “Secure your harness, Jamie. This is not a game.”

His voice was deep and back in control. The only time he’d lost it had been under my touch.

Excitement mixed with terror made my fingers shake as I pulled the harness over my shoulders and buckled myself into the pilot’s seat. This was one thing that I hadn’t done in the game, but the feel of the straps, the snug security, was a promise that I’d feel every thrust and every turn I made in the responsive starfighter.

“I can’t believe this.”

“Do I need to take you back to the control room and convince you some more?”

My laughter rang through the small space, and I was shocked at the sound. I didn’t sound like me. I sounded wild. Happy.

Free.

Maybe it was the orgasm. Maybe it was the hot guy beside me. Maybe it was this ship. A real, live starfighter spaceship.

Maybe I was thinking too much.

I pulled the control station forward, and it locked in place across my thighs, the joystick and control-pad button arrangement exactly like what had come with the gaming package on Earth.

“Even the controls are the same.”

“What good would come from training our Starfighters on control systems that they were not going to use?”

I thought about that for a moment, staring at the joystick and control pad. “I can’t tell you how weird this is.”

Alex’s large hand appeared from nowhere and settled over both of mine, which I’d been wringing in front of the joystick, afraid to touch the darn thing. It made my mind go to what those fingers had done just a short time ago.