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“You tired?”
Hunter is standing in front of you. You’re sitting in the corner of the couch working on your datapad, and when you look up, you’re gazing at a just-from-the-water-shower Hunter, his hair hanging wet and loose, and his beautiful naked body on display.
It’s not that you’re not interested, but it’s been a long day and, “It’s late.”
They’d arrived filthy and you sent them immediately to clean up. Crosshair went first, then Hunter. Wrecker is in the shower now, and Tech hasn't arrived yet. Finishing something up, you’ve been told.
Hunter grunts in response before sinking to the floor. “I’ll do all the work,” he says, licking his lips. His hands rest lightly on your knees, waiting.
Well, who are you to deny a man who must have had a more strenuous day than you? You put the datapad down, and he reaches up to your hips, under your long shirt, to pull your panties off, then spreads your legs as you lean back.
If you’re being honest with yourself, Hunter is the best at this. Wrecker’s enthusiasm is always unmatched, and Tech gives you the most intense orgasms this way, assuming you let him finish you, but Hunter knows how to build your anticipation. The entirety of what Hunter does before he even touches your clit could bring you to orgasm.
He lifts one leg, drapes it over his shoulder, and slowly kisses his way from your knee, down your sensitive inner thigh, nipping and licking at the flesh there, until he stops to inhale you. And then he carefully spreads your labia so that you are open and completely exposed.
The intense vulnerability you feel being like this sends a chill through your body as you feel his breath at your sensitive entrance. His tongue licks around those inner lips, tasting your excitement, enjoying your stuttering breath.
“‘re so wet. Such a pretty pussy.” Then he flicks his tongue flat against your opening, and you let out a whimper as he turns his attention to your other thigh, kissing, biting, and licking his way up to your knee.
“What’s going on here?” Crosshair comes out of the bedroom. He’d been lounging by himself after his shower, probably taking that time to read one of the holonovels he thinks no one knows about. “Mmmmm…getting her warmed up?”
Your hand strays down to Hunter’s hair as he nuzzles into that sensitive crease where your leg meets your pelvis, and you can’t even bother to respond to Crosshair as he watches, sitting at the other side of the couch, shifting slightly as his cock grows in the tiny black briefs he sometimes wears to bed.
And now it’s kisses, Hunter’s full lips making their way around your vulva, letting his lower lip catch at your hood, your back arching in response.
“Hunter.” Your voice is shaky. You didn’t need this half an hour ago, but you need it now. His tongue licks again along the inside of your labia, and then he plunges into you, and you can barely breathe, your eyes closing.
He tongue fucks you for what feels like ages before finally, finally turning his attention to your clit. He starts slowly, long strokes with the side of his tongue, then quick little licks that have you panting. He pulls away for a moment to make room for his fingers that start with soft tugs at the hood before making their way down to collect some of your wetness and stroking you again.
You’re so tense with anticipation that, when you feel a hand in your hair and lips on your own, you’re confused, until you open your eyes, and it’s Tech, who you hadn’t noticed come in, perched on the arm of the couch. Hunter doesn’t stop, though, making you cry out into Tech’s mouth when two fingers slide into you and his lips enclose your clit. Hunter’s fingers curl, finding your sweet spot, and you come hard, in shuddering waves of ecstasy as he applies suction to you and his fingers don’t stop moving until you are finished, your body utterly spent and useless.
Hunter and Tech help you settle on the couch, your head resting on the arm. You look at Tech, noting a smudge of dirt on his cheek, and smile. “Go shower.”
He hmphs at you but can’t really argue the point, giving a last glance at Hunter, still kneeling on the floor, then disappearing into the bedroom.
“And what can I do for you, Hunter?” Your hand trails down his chest, your finger circling the base of his cock then tracing up over the head. He takes your hand in his.
“Nah, told you I’d do all the work.” He leans over to stroke your hair and kiss you softly.
A moment later, you hear Wrecker.
“Wrecker? Carry me to bed?” you call. Hunter lets out a little laugh as you’re gathered in Wrecker’s strong arms. Wrecker holds you close to his bare chest. “Are you…are you naked? Guess it must be bedtime.” In a few minutes, you’re lying next to him, your eyes closed, snuggled against his warm body.
Wrecker lets his fingers gently explore over you, appreciating, not trying to arouse, even as he gets semi-hard from the contact. He watches you drift to sleep, the feeling of your breath on his skin all he wants. He strokes down your back, over your arms, gently cupping your soft breasts, a finger playing over a nipple, then down your belly. He repeats this path a few more times before his eyes droop and he falls asleep with your head tucked under his chin. Hunter and Crosshair arrange themselves around you and settle down for the night.
*
You wake up, and it’s still dark. Carefully, you get up, somehow managing not to disturb anyone. You notice Tech isn’t in bed nor is he on the couch. You find him standing in the kitchen, a glass with water in one hand, his datapad in the other, his eyes intent on whatever he’s reading. He looks up as you take the glass, drinking from it before putting it down and insinuating yourself into his arms.
“How did you know I’d be thirsty?”
“I keep a detailed schedule of your habits.” You look up at him to see the slight upturn of his lips. You kiss him with your needy mouth, and his arms envelope you.
“Why didn’t you come to bed?”
“I was busy and…I fell asleep on the couch.”
“Come to bed now?”
“Unfortunately, I need to leave for a short period this morning. I should return before midday…You are pouting.”
He’s not wrong, as you press yourself against him, your naked skin taking little pleasure in the black fabric that encases him.
He looks at the contrast of his arm on your back, and it wakes something in him. He lifts you, so your legs hook around his waist, and you’re always impressed by how effortlessly he can handle your body, as if you were some waif from a holodrama. He carries you back to the couch and then you are straddling him as he sits, your cheek on his shoulder.
“Take your shirt off?” you ask hopefully. He does, and you sink into the feeling of his hot skin against yours. You wish he would be with you like this all the time, even when the others are there, but you’re satisfied with what he gives you. You’re still tired, but the effect is dreamy instead of exhausted. You reach up and lift his goggles off so you can really kiss him unhindered, rising on your knees so his head has to tip back as you claim his lips. His hands have been chaste, touching you carefully, demanding nothing, but now he runs them along your sides and a little gasp escapes him. You settle back onto his lap, grinding into him, surprised and happy to feel him hard. You don’t stop kissing as you undo his pants, but before you can sink onto him, he moves, turning your bodies so your back is on the couch and he is undressing to be naked with you.
It’s dream-like as he kisses down your chest, and you run your fingers through his short hair. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he is between your spread legs. He presses in slowly, savoring that moment of resistance before your body allows him entrance, watching your face as it shows your bliss, and you both cry out.
“Some night,” you moan in his ear. “I want to wake up because you’re fucking me. I want to come out of a dream and have it be real.” He groans and thrusts in harder. “I want…you to see me sleeping and find me so irresistible you have to have me right then. You can’t wait….And…and you touch me until I’m wet, and I’m dreaming that you’re doing all these things to me, and then you are. Because I always want you.”
He shifts, and suddenly you’re feeling prickles of pleasure through your body, down your arms. You gasp. He shifts again.
“Oh…oh fuck,” you moan. The orgasm isn’t as intense as the one Hunter gave you earlier, but it washes through your whole body, and you have to hold his face to yours, foreheads pressed together, his lips catching your cries of ecstasy. And, when he comes, you feel it pass through you as well, a mini shockwave of delight and contentment.
After, you lie curled up in his lap, listening to his heart beat, fingers lightly brushing against the sparse hairs on his chest.
“I will need to leave before you wake again, but I will not be absent long.” He strokes your hair, watching your eyes drift closed.
“Okay,” you sigh, as sleep claims you.
*
He is gone when you wake, but you sense someone’s presence before you open your eyes. Crosshair is sitting naked on the floor with his back to the couch, your hand resting over his shoulder. He turns to look at you.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” you mumble sleepily.
“Woke up when Tech left. Didn’t want you to wake up alone.”
You smile at him. How is this the same man who used to stalk around you threateningly when you first met?
“Hunter and Wrecker snuggling?” He laughs and nods. “Hunter the big spoon?” He laughs again. Hunter’s a worse heat-seeker than you are. “C’mere and be my little spoon,” you tease, pushing your back into the cushions to make space. And then he is lying in your arms. “I like having you all here. We should do it more often.”
“Much better than the other place we stay.” Which is basically a flophouse. “Much, much better than the ship.”
Your fingertips stroke along his chest, and he shivers at the stimulation. You run your fingernails down his side and then attack that sensitive spot right above his pelvis. He jerks and twists but doesn’t pull away. And, kriff, if you aren’t completely turned on again as he struggles to hold himself still while you tickle him.
“You bitch!” he groans.
“Crosshair, that hurt,” you laugh, your hand wrapping around his already hard cock. “I swear, one day you boys are going to completely wear me out. I’m going to have to take a vacation from you.” He groans as he thrusts into your hand. “What am I going to do with you, Crosshair? You’re the most exhausting out of you four. Always needing something more, needing me to be more extreme.”
You let go of him for a moment to reach up and twist his nipple. “I saw a picture of some piercings that I thought would suit you…” He gasps as you take hold of him again. “But I like you unadulterated. The only marks I want on you are the ones I put there…or I allow to be put there.” Not including, of course, the small tattoo they all have.
He whimpers, and you slow down your pace, drawing out his pleasure and yours. You nip at his neck and shoulder. “You need new stripes, don’t you? The ones Fennec left on you are gone. I was too nice, should have re-marked you while I could still see them.” He’s breathing heavy now. “Are you close?” Your words curl into his ear. “Decided you like my hand better than yours?” He’s mewling now, and there’s something to be said about having this strong man turned to putty in your hands. “What was it she did to you? Put a vibrator here?” Your fingers move back, massaging his perineum. “Forced you to come that way?” You grind your pelvis into him, listening to his soft cries.
“Let…let me come…please…”
If he’s asking, you know he’s desperate. “Not yet.”
“Please,” he’s whining and squirming in your hand. He’s not going to be able to hold out much longer.
“No.” You move your hand so slowly on his cock, enjoying the choked noise he makes when your hand flicks over the head.
“I…I can’t–”
The door opens, slightly startling both of you, and Tech walks in. He pauses as it closes behind him, surveying you and Crosshair.
Crosshair lets out a beautifully pained cry and you feel his cock spasm as he loses control. You could be cruel and squeeze him hard, but you decide not to ruin it, and stroke him through his climax.
“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” you whisper, as you pump him empty. “Just my perfect little slut.” He shudders in your arms, and you hold him until he’s ready for you to let his cock go, and then you rest your arm over his waist as you kiss his shoulder. When he’s recovered enough, he gets up and cleans his mess, starting with your hand, before going to the ‘fresher.
“You appear to be in an excellent mood,” remarks Tech, looking down at you.
“Wonder who put me there?” you smile. “Oh, and Crosshair was being very good.” You stand up and stretch. “Now I’m feeling a bit energized.”
Tech follows you into the bedroom. Wrecker and Hunter are still asleep, Wrecker on his back with a little space between him and Hunter. You slide in between them, no real plan but to cause trouble. Your fingers stroke along Wrecker’s chest, occasionally drifting down to run along his thick cock. He rolls sleepily, pulling you close, then adjusting you so your back is pressed to him. You squirm a little, feeling him hardening, and he groans. He groans louder when you lift your leg and guide his cock between your thighs. He pumps himself there until he’s completely hard. Hunter has turned, awake, and is watching you.
“Le’s try something different,” Wrecker whispers huskily. He’s gone for a moment, reaching for the side table and the lube, and then he’s back, spreading it on his cock and between your legs where they meet your pelvis. You take the bottle from him as he slides between your thighs again, but now he’s stroking his cockhead through your labia and against your clit.
“Come here, Hunter,” you manage with the distraction. It’s not a request, not that he was going to deny you, as you put lube in your hand and start fondling his cock. But he has other ideas. Wrecker has you angled slightly, your torso partially pressed into the bed, and Hunter adjusts his position, so when Wrecker pulls back, Hunter can push the head of his cock along the hood of your clit, catching your exposed clit on the rim of his cockhead as he slides back.
“Oh,” it’s a soft noise that falls from your lips when you realize what’s happening, as your brain starts to blank, as the pleasure of them moving in tandem begins building. Occasionally, they lose the rhythm and have to reset, but that only fuels your lust.
“J’st gonna give you the tip,” Wrecker groans, and you moan with anticipation as you feel the thick head of his cock against your opening and he pushes in slowly, letting you adjust, letting you get used to stretching around him, before he starts moving in short pulses. Your body shudders as he fills you then finds what he was looking for and strokes your g-spot. Your head tips back into his shoulder, your mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Hunter is still moving with Wrecker, rubbing the smooth head of his cock to your clit, their hands on your hip and waist and breasts.
You can’t focus on anything, your fingers digging into Hunter’s shoulder and Wrecker’s arm, as you gasp and moan, as you keep your thighs tight together for their enjoyment. And your pleasure is their pleasure, their focus on you bringing you closer and closer to your climax.
And when you come, the joint stimulation takes you to greater heights, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced, your entire body contracting in pleasure, your mind understanding nothing but ecstasy, your nerve endings exploding with stimulation, and you think you might have passed out, because the next thing you can register is the sounds of them both groaning as their cocks pulse cum between your thighs, and you are all a mess of lube and cum and afterglow.
It takes a long time before you can move, or even think of moving, your body and mind so absolutely overwhelmed. You can feel lips and hands and tongues on your skin, as Wrecker and Hunter recover faster than you and lavish your body with much needed gentle attention. The bed is a mess, and after you’ve been cleaned off, Wrecker lifts you as it gets remade, and then you’re all on it, Crosshair having joined to watch the show at some point, a delightful pile of naked bodies except for Tech, who is sitting at the corner, surveying you. And as much as you long for him to be with you, you need these three around you more, their claim almost as strong as his.
“We should do something today,” you yawn, throwing your arms and legs out to make sure you’re touching all of them.
“Maybe,” answers Tech, “After you rest.” He watches your eyes close as your body surrenders to the affection of the other men, and he bites back any hint of jealousy and his strong feeling of possession, instead letting warm tenderness for all of you wash over him.
“Come lie down with us, Tech,” you murmur, opening your eyes to find him. “Just for a little while?”
He feels a twinge inside, in his core, and he cannot deny you. He gets in next to Crosshair, who is lying in Tech’s usual place, not expecting him to join, and Tech rests his arm over the other man so that his hand is on your belly.
Your fingers immediately intertwine with his, and the last thing he hears you say is, “Thank you,” before you drift into a much needed nap.