Sleeping With the Enemy

    kissed her deeply, building the heat within her.

    “That’s cheating,” she said disapprovingly when he released her and fell back.

    He waggled his brows at her.

    She couldn’t help but chuckle, but she turned her attention immediately to parting the front of his uniform from the neck to the waist, roughly, in playful mastery. He frowned at her, but his lips curled upward at one corner. The smile died as she leaned down to nibble a path along his throat to his chest. She sat up again, stroking the sculpted muscles of his chest and finally wiggled further back to reach him better.

    His cock was rock hard. He winced when she landed on it. Giving him an apologetic look, she reached down to adjust it. She discovered when she settled again that it fit very nicely along her cleft. On inspiration, she rocked back and forth a few times, watching his face for his reaction. It felt good to her, not nearly as good as she thought it would’ve felt if they’d had no clothes between them, but nice in a teasing sort of way.

    He caught her hips, stilling her movements.

    “Did I hurt you?”

    He grimaced. “That’s a highly volatile stick of explosives, nodia. Take care how you handle it. It might go off and spoil all our fun.”

    Sybil laughed. “Will you be serious? I’m working here!”

    “I am serious-and deeply concerned.”

    Leaning down, she bit his pec in playful rebuke, then sucked at it. “You taste good,” she murmured. An image of his cock leapt instantly into her mind and she examined the idea with a mixture of uneasiness and excitement. Anka sent her a heated look when she glanced at his face.

    “You taste good. Maybe I’ll nibble a while?”

    “I’m not done yet,” she said decisively. Scooting backwards to sit on the tops of his thighs, she opened his suit fully and studied his cock meditatively. It jerked when she stroked a finger along his length and she flicked a quick look at his face.

    “Not a good idea-not right now,” he growled warningly.

    She sent him a look of innocence. “What?”

    His eyes narrowed. “Remember what I said,” he reminded her as she grasped his cock and leaned down. Ignoring the warning, she opened her mouth over the rounded head and sucked at it experimentally. His hands clamped around her head. She paused, but when he didn’t try to push her away, she settled to exploring it more thoroughly.

    She hadn’t actually caught more than a glimpse of it before. She’d been far more focused on how it felt inside of her-absolutely divine! She decided she liked the way it looked, though, and tasted, and felt in her mouth. It was surprisingly arousing to suck on it, to hear his breath catch in his throat, the way his hips moved when she stroked him with her mouth and hands.

    He pulled her away just when she was thoroughly enjoying herself, surging over her and pushing her onto her back. “My turn,” he growled.

    She sent him a saucy look. “No stamina.”

    He tsked. “You should know better than to throw out that kind of challenge.”

    She folded her arms behind her head. “Do your worst.”

    He sent her a look. “I’ll do my best,” he promised, coming up on his knees to unfasten her trousers and tug them from her hips. When he’d pulled them all the way off and tossed them aside, he skimmed a look up her thighs to her hips and belly. Sybil tensed when he paused for a long, long moment. Frowning, he flicked a look at her face that was a mixture of confusion and concern before he returned his attention to her belly. She knew the very instant comprehension hit him. His gaze moved to her face again and this time she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes. He dropped to the bed beside her, heavily, as if the strength had gone out of his legs. His hand was shaking as he lightly stroked her rounded belly.

    For many moments he did nothing else and Sybil felt her desire burn itself out. Finally, he rolled toward her. He kissed her breasts and throat. He caressed her, touching her in all the right places, but she had the sense that it was mechanical, that his mind was elsewhere.

    She had little moisture to offer him to ease his way when he moved between her thighs at last. It was a struggle for both of them to achieve full penetration but, in spite of everything, heat rose inside of her when she felt him moving along her channel rhythmically. She gasped when she came, clinging tightly to him, but it was more a plea for understanding than from passion.

    She wasn’t even sure he’d managed to come until she felt the stickiness between her thighs when he withdrew. Relieved about that at least she lay with her eyes closed, more to shield herself from his gaze than from the weakness in the aftermath of pleasure. He moved behind her, pulling her back against his chest. To her relief, he stroked his hands over her the way he always had. It soothed her as it always had.

    She’d always wondered what was running through his mind when he caressed her like that. This time, she was almost certain she at least knew the questions in his mind. It worried her that he seemed so… distant.

    He nuzzled her neck after a little bit. “Our experimental garden is coming along nicely,” he murmured.

    Sybil whipped her head around to stare at him, afraid he’d say more.

    His lips tightened. The look his eyes was enough to reassure her that he hadn’t slipped and he hadn’t forgotten the warning. “I’d like to take you to look at it tomorrow.”

    Dismay flickered through her, but she forced a smile. “I’d love to see it,” she responded woodenly.

    He called for her in a transport. Sybil was almost surprised when she was allowed to leave without question. Despite the ‘assignment’ she’d been given, she would’ve thought they would be worried about letting her off her leash entirely.

    Brant gave her a significant look as she strode past him, but otherwise his only comment was to ‘take care’.

    Anka’s lips tightened, but she couldn’t decide if it was because he knew it was a subtle warning or if it was jealousy. “The weather’s fine today. If it wasn’t so far I would’ve invited you to walk,” he said as he helped her into the front of the transport. “You’ll get the chance to do plenty of walking once we get there, though.”

    Sybil didn’t respond. She had the feeling that it wasn’t as inconsequential as it seemed, that he was dangling a carrot for Brant, however, and she was afraid to say anything at all.

    “I see the construction of the American base goes well,” he commented as he climbed in beside her.

    “I haven’t actually been out a lot. I’ve heard the equipment, but I wasn’t certain if it was alright to gawk. Anyway, heavy equipment is dangerous.”

    He fell silent as he started the transport. To Sybil’s surprise, it was some sort of hovercraft, although it didn’t seem to be like anything on Earth that fit that description. This one almost seemed to defy gravity rather than running on a cushion of air.

    She glanced at Anka uneasily several times as they crossed the plain, moving closer and closer to the area under construction by the Sumpturians, but he neither said anything or even acknowledged that he’d noticed her looking at him. She frowned, wondering if he was concerned they could still be monitored or if he was preoccupied. Since she knew it was completely possible that they were still being monitored, however, and she couldn’t think of anything to contribute as small talk, she focused on studying the landscape.

    The surface still looked more like a barren desert than a living world, but she spotted tiny patches of what looked like moss-possibly. She supposed it might not be anything but grayish-green colored rock, though.

    When they reached the area under construction by the Sumpturians, she saw that they’d made headway in carving what looked to be footers for buildings in the hard soil. Anka settled the transport to the ground and switched the engines off. He threw her into confusion when he got out and walked around to help her out.