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”With me, now.” Quaritch ordered you and turned to walk away from the main deck of the command ship, naturally expecting you to follow suit. It was late at night, and there weren’t many personnel around, mainly just Quaritch and you quietly focused on your own operations. That is until you decided to open your mouth and tease him about something, you don’t even remember anymore. After months of trying to act professionally and focus on your tasks as an RDA operative, you slipped more and more into the habit of eyeing his tall, muscular body and making not-so-subtle jokes around him. You saw that he was amused by your flirting and often called you with borderline endearing nicknames, but today you had struck a nerve. Now that you thought about it, Quaritch had been a tad more tense and less humorous for a couple of days now, how careless of you to think you could fully relax with the former Marine.
You struggled to follow his long strides deeper into the ship, nearing the interrogation rooms. He finally stopped at the end of a hallway and punched in a keycode next to a room, the door opening with a hiss. You felt your heart racing and waited for him to step in, but he planted his large hand on your waist and guided you into the interrogation room. The room had bright white lighting and large two-way mirrors, with a lone table in the center. You watched him crouch to get into the room, reminding how his build drawfed yours. He took a step in your direction and you instinctively backed away, hip bumping into the cold metal table, and suddenly you were practically pinned between the furniture and him.
”You crossed the line.” He finally spoke in a matter-of-fact drawl and wrapped his hand around your skull, palm resting on the back of your head. Your body tensed up, and a mixture of fear and excitement washed over you in waves. For a moment, the two of you maintained eye contact, you with your head tilted up, feeling like you were a wounded prey backed in a corner, waiting for the predator to strike the killing blow.
”You’re making my job very hard, teasing and tempting me. Do you think that’s appropriate behavior?” He said, with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t feel completely embarrassed, not when he had you caged in like this. You wanted his attention - now you had it, and you wanted to humor him.
”No.” Your voice sounded hoarse leaving your dry mouth.
”No what?” His yellow eyes watched yours intently.
”No, sir.” You corrected.
”But did it work, sir?” You couldn’t help yourself asking. Maybe months living on an alien planet had messed up your brain chemistry because you hadn’t felt this cocky in a while. For a moment Quaritch looked like he was about to devour you.
In a blink, you had been lifted on the table like you were a bag of feathers and the small distance between you had shrunk into nothing. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled, making your neck strain to meet his fiery mouth. Before your lips met, you could swear you heard him growl. He kissed you hot and hard, like you belonged to him.
Liquid heat pooled in your core and you moaned when his tongue slipped into your mouth. Now kneeling in front of you, he grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit closer to the edge of the table, forcing your thighs to spread wide so he could slot his torso between them. His hands firmly gripped your waist, ass and breasts and you couldn’t help slowly grinding your clothed pussy into him. He broke the kiss and looked at you once more, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black.
”Now, look at you, cupcake.” He teased.
He pulled off your jacket and lifted your top off, cool air hitting your bare skin and instinctively you tried to cover your breasts. Quaritch was having none of that, and he yanked your wrists and planted them on either side of you. Next your shoes and pants were gone, leaving you in your panties, while he was still fully clothed. He gave you a pleased look, and planted his palm on your pussy, grinding gently. Your head was starting to swim, moan escaping your mouth and eyes going half-lidded.
”Goddamn gorgeous.” He said, smirking, and slipped two fingers into your wet cunt. The sudden intrusion made you gasp and Quaritch captures your mouth again. He started rhythmically curling his fingers inside you, palm rubbing your clit while drinking your moans. Just when you started sounding desperate, he pulled away his hand and ripped your panties in half with a snarl. Your head was too clouded to worry about his scary amount of strength.
Quaritch planted his large hand on your chest and pushed you down the table, leaving your legs hanging over the edge. With his other hand he grabbed your thigh and buried his mouth on your cunt. He hummed with satisfaction, sending vibrations to travel through your core while your hands tried to desperately seek something to grab onto. This was so much, you felt your head swim in pleasure. His strong tongue started to lick long strips from your perineum to clit, pulling whines out of you, until he decided to focus on just sucking and licking your bundle of nerves. You tried muffling your moans into your hand, which was quickly pulled away by Quaritch.
”That’s not gonna happen, sweetheart. I need to hear you.” He ordered and grabbed the backs of your knees, folding you in half. It dawned on you that you couldn’t push him away, even if you wanted. He continued licking and slurping your pussy like it was his last meal on Pandora, the obscene sounds making your cheeks burn. When he started working his fingers inside of you, pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks. Your body tensed at the onslaught, not even a whine leaving your lips. Quaritch lifted his eyes to meet yours and that was it, breathy moans filled the room and you saw white. Pleasure bloomed inside of your core until Quaritch’s mouth became too much, too rough for your oversensitive pussy. You gripped his hands and whined until he finally decided to pull his mouth away.
He gently lowered your legs back down so you were laying on your back, thighs still spread apart.
”Ready, sweetheart?” He asked and you opened your eyes, seeing that he had pulled his cock out, large and glistening at the tip.
”Yes sir.” You answered out of breath, pleased that he had become rock hard from just eating you out. His cock was intimidating but still your mouth watered at the sheer girth and length of it. He stroked your thigh and grabbed your hip, guiding himself inside you.
Quaritch’s cock stretched you in a way you’ve never been stretched before. Excruciatingly slow, he slid himself into you and you held your breath. Only when his tip touched your cervix you took a gulp of breath, afraid to move too much, like you could snap in half.
”Damn tight.” He said with strain in his voice and took a long breath himself. For a moment you felt that you had gained some power over him, but then he started moving again, with slow thrusts at first. Your jaw went slack, sweat building at your forehead and despite the dull pain of your walls stretching, pleasure shot through your core. He was so impossibly deep in you, you forgot everything else in the world, there was only Quaritch and his cock.
When he picked up the pace to a more rough pounding, your breath hitched in your throat. The barrage of sensations, it was all so much but you loved it. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, hands roaming around your body, grabbing and feeling. A particularly harsh thrust made you moan in both pleasure and discomfort. He leaned into you, caging you in with his arms and trapped your mouth in a kiss, sloppier than before.
”What a perfect pussy.” He drawled and without warning, he pulled out leaving you feeling empty, your pussy clenching around nothing. Before you could complain, he pickled you up into his arms and spun you around to face away from him, your weight fully supported by him. He slotted his arms under your knees, spread your legs and entered your wet cunt with a pleased grunt. You felt his recom breather dig against the skin of your back.
”Would you look at that.” He said with admiration in his voice. You managed to open your eyes to see the two-way mirror and catch a glimpse of the obscene image in front of you - Quaritch holding your legs up, your knees up against your shoulders, breasts bouncing, his cock diving into your much smaller body. You could see him smirking, sharp fangs flashing. He seemed to enjoy the view of you leaning into him, completely at his mercy, so he picked up the pace of his ruthless pounding. In the back of your mind, although unlikely, you knew someone could be watching from the other side of the mirror, but you were too far gone to care.
”You’re taking my cock like a champ.” He gritted through his teeth and you felt wetness dripping from your cunt.
”Do you like being bred by your superior?” Quaritch said, sounding amused.
You heard moaning before realizing it was coming from your own mouth. Not only you were high from the onslaught of pleasure, but you had also become unable to form words any longer, so you just nodded furiously at his question which earned a chuckle and a series of harder thrusts from him.
”Started to think there weren’t any thoughts left in your brain.”
Then he snaked his huge hand lower your body, planting his fingers straight onto your clit, the other hand squeezing your breasts, supporting the backs of your knees with his thick arms.
”Fuck.” You managed to gasp and succumbed to his fingers rubbing fast circles just in the right spot.
”Gonna cum again, sweetheart?” He asked, grinning and tugging on your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You mouthed his name breathlessly, Quaritch, Quaritch, Quaritch.
”Look at me.” He ordered, and you craned your neck up to meet his half-lidded eyes, head resting on his wide chest. Your head span, arousal spreading through your body, pants and whines left your lips and mixed with the lewd sound of him clapping into you. Quaritch’s hard cock rubbed just the right parts, and god, his hands - you felt bliss continuing to rise again until the climax was ripped out of your body. You moaned loudly, not caring who on base could hear you, as the waves of pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, stronger than the orgasm you had before.
”That’s it, baby, keep cumming on my cock.” Quaritch said with a hint of breathiness. Your legs shook and your whole body twitched as you gasped and whimpered his name. This stirred Quaritch further, who was now chasing his own climax, hips snapping at a furious pace, cock touching your cervix with every thrust. You wanted him to cum, and you wanted his cum inside of you.
”Cum inside, please, sir.” You sounded so desperate, so far gone, gripping his arms like they were your lifeline. Quaritch squeezed your body against his with a vice-like grip, your lungs struggling to fully inhale and exhale. He cursed, bit into your shoulder and came inside your pussy with a grunt.
The two of you stayed in your position for a moment, trying to catch your breath, dull pain emanating from your fresh bite. You tapped his arm, which made him pull his cock out, cum leaking from your hole. He cursed and slowly lowered your feet onto the floor.
Dizziness took you over, your knees buckling under your weight. Before you could slump to the floor, Quaritch scooped you back into his arms, bridal style.
”Easy there.” His tone was softer than moments before. ”Eyes on me.” You cracked open your tired eyelids, eyes meeting his.
”Good girl.” He smirked. ”Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Cocky blue bastard.