The Cassini Mission Page 5

  I nodded in agreement. “Me, neither.”

  Kenji leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I think Bradley is, uh, fooling around with Corporal Green.”

  “Really? What gave you that idea?” I asked mockingly.

  Kenji motioned with his head and I discreetly turned to see Bradley and Green in line to get their food. Green was grabbing at Bradley’s ass and laughing loudly as Bradley tried to push his hand away. He wasn’t trying very hard.

  * * * *

  After lunch, we had two hours off duty before we had an afternoon of combat training. This time it was weapons combat.

  Corporal Green and Private Villanova went over firearms in the simulation room.

  I fared much better with firearms than I did with hand-to-hand combat. I was good with the phase pistol. The phase rifle, standard issue for the Union Marines, was harder for me to lug around though. I had trouble holding it steady to aim accurately. And I couldn’t even pick up the phase cannon that Villanova carried so effortlessly. This brought many snickers from the Marines.

  The cannon was enormous. It shot massive pulses of phased energy and could take down a small aircraft with one or two shots.

  Kenji wasn’t a very good shot and Villanova rode his ass hard, which only served to get Kenji even more frustrated. In the end, he did well enough to pass, though I don’t think it would have mattered. They would have sent him on the mission regardless.

  After dinner, I decided to work off my nervous energy in the exercise room. After being under for so long, I figured a nice run on the treadmill would help stretch my muscles. When I stepped into the room, I immediately realized I had made a mistake. Apparently everyone else had the same idea. Nearly all of the Marines were working out, including Robertson. It smelled like an old Academy locker room.

  The room went silent and every head turned towards me.

  I nearly tripped over my own feet as I debated turning around and leaving, but I decided that would make me look like an even bigger wimp than they already thought me to be. Heading for the bank of treadmills, I ignored the stares as I stepped onto the platform. I started at a brisk walk, then worked up to a mild jog.

  I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on running and not gawking at Robertson in the mirror. But damn if he didn’t look good all sweaty while bench pressing enough weight to crush me into pulp. And the way he lay back on the bench with his legs spread…

  I lost track of time until I felt someone moving next to me. I opened my eyes to see Robertson step onto the treadmill to my left. He matched my speed and began jogging. I looked up into the mirror and noticed everyone else had cleared out of the gym.

  “I wanted to tell you earlier that you handle a pistol well,” he said, then added with a smirk, “For a labbie.”

  The Marine tapped at the treadmill controls and increased the speed of his run.

  “Thanks,” I replied sarcastically. I decided not to comment on his use of “labbie”, a derogatory term for scientists often used by soldiers, Marines and Navy security. Instead, I bumped up my speed, matching his pace.

  “You really need to work on your hand-to-hand, though,” he said as he shook his head. “Pitiful.”

  I didn’t answer since I was starting to struggle. His pace was brutal, and I was fast losing steam.

  “God, you’re not even out of breath,” I panted as I looked over at Robertson. His thick legs took the long strides with surprising ease while I was struggling to breathe.

  He just grinned at me.

  What the hell was I doing? No way could I keep up with him. I was just going to hurt myself.

  I pressed ‘Stop’ and climbed off the treadmill. Robertson followed suit. I leaned over and rested my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath.

  “Shit,” I cursed as I began walking in circles, wanting to stave off a cramp I could feel building in my calf. I concentrated on evening out my breathing, wanting to draw a steady amount of oxygen into my body.

  Robertson watched me for a moment, then jerked his head towards the middle of the room. “Come on,” he said.

  He pulled one of the padded mats hanging from the wall. He unfolded it and dropped it down on the floor.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Training. Come on, little man. Show me your stuff.”

  I raised my brows at both the “little man” remark and his double entendre. He simply smirked and motioned for me to come at him with his index finger.

  We sparred for over an hour. There was no way that I could beat him, but he showed me some offensive and defensive techniques and we practiced them over and over.

  I landed on my back pinned to the floor too many times to count, but I didn’t give up and gave it everything I had. This was what that training class should have been and I was going to make the most of it. Plus it was way too hot being up close and personal with the object of my rising lust. I was half-hard in my shorts, and I didn’t bother to disguise it.

  I advanced once more on Robertson and he deftly and effortlessly blocked my fists and kicks. He quickly moved around me and grabbed me around my waist. Using the techniques he showed me, I used my leg to sweep his feet, elbowed him in the gut, then fisted his chin. I spun out of his grasp and shoved his chest with my flattened hands and he stumbled backwards. Well, it was more of a step than an actual stumble.

  “You’re letting me win,” I panted, but still pleased with my progress.

  “You’re doing good,” he said. “That would have worked on someone smaller.”

  Before the last word was out of his mouth, he came for me. I jumped out of his way, then circled behind him, looking for an opening. I tried to get back in front, but I wasn’t quick enough. He grabbed me and threw me down onto the mat. He straddled my stomach, grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms above my head.

  I was panting and sweating profusely and having him on top of me made my heart race as my blood began to pump into my groin. I attempted to pull my arms free, but he tightened his grip and pressed down ever so slightly.

  I tried to slow my breathing. “I think your plan… was to get me… on my back… all along.”

  A smug smile crept onto his face. “Somehow I don’t think you mind getting on your back for me.”

  “I don’t usually… with people I work with… I…”

  “Be quiet, Aron,” he commanded as he lowered his head and kissed me.

  I pushed up into his heated kiss. It was hard and passionate. His mouth claimed mine and devoured me. His dominating tongue pushed into my mouth, and I pushed back at it with mine, taking everything he gave with gusto.

  I gasped for air when he finally pulled back. As I drew in the air, his mouth slid down to my neck. He licked and sucked and nipped at my skin. I could feel his rough goatee and beard stubble rubbing my skin, and it was driving me crazy. I whimpered and arched my body up, trying to bring it closer to his, trying to get more contact with his hard body.

  The giant of a man growled in my ear and slid his arms underneath my back. I threw my arms around his neck as he kept kissing all over my body. His hands moved down to my ass, cupping each cheek, squeezing and kneading. He suddenly pushed up to his knees, bringing me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he effortlessly stood up on his feet with me in his arms. He set me down on the ground without breaking contact with my mouth.

  I held his head in my hands and rubbed his stubble. I ran my hands over his shaved head and teased the stripe of hair with my fingertips.

  When I pressed my body into his, I felt his cock throb against my stomach.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered. “Take me to your quarters.”

  He hung the mat back on the wall and I followed him out of the gym and down the corridor. I practically had to jog to keep up with his long strides. He was a very eager boy.

  “Slow down, you big lug,” I said with a chuckle.

  He reached the elevator and slammed his hand on the button. He fol
ded his arms across his chest and waited silently. I stood next to him and took a deep breath and tried to steady myself.

  Exiting the lift, I followed Robertson down the corridor to his quarters. A few of the Marines were hanging out in the hallway and I held back, unsure of what to do.

  When we reached the door marked CPL ROBERTSON K, he slapped the button and the door hissed open.

  Privates Frost and Villanova stood outside in the corridor watching us with smirks on their faces. I felt my face flushing, and I hesitated. I didn’t have long to think about it, since Robertson’s hand reached around my back and pushed me into the room. He stepped in and slammed his fist on the control, locking the door behind us.

  Robertson’s quarters were nearly twice the size of mine. A larger bed took up much of the space. I turned to comment on the space, but Robertson pounced on me, his hands all over me, his mouth covering mine. He tugged the hem of my sweat-soaked T-shirt and ended the kiss to pull it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. He stepped back and pulled at the waistband of my shorts, making it snap against my skin.

  “Get naked,” he grunted as he began stripping. “Now.”

  We sat down on the bed and pulled our sneakers off. I decided to not be shy and stripped completely, tossing my shorts and underwear onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. I crawled back onto his bed and watched him finish undressing.

  “My God, you’re a stud,” I whispered in amazement.

  He licked his lips as he looked down at me. “Fucking perfect.”

  I was in good shape, but if anyone in this room was perfect, it was Corporal Robertson.

  He moved onto the bed, crawling up over me until he was resting on his hands hovering above me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. I was mesmerized by the gray-blue orbs staring into me. I felt a connection with him that I had never felt with anyone else. It was intense. It scared the crap out of me and enthralled me at the same time.

  “Your eyes are so beautiful,” I quietly told him.

  “I never seen green eyes like yours before,” he said as he tilted his head. “They’re like… grass.”

  He wasn’t exactly eloquent, but I could tell that he spoke from his heart with his words.

  “What’s your first name?” I asked as I ran my finger over the scar around his left eye.

  “It’s Kane,” he said with a laugh. “Guess you should know that before I’m inside you.”

  “I’m Aron. It’s nice to meet you, Kane,” I said with a grin. I gave him a tender, but quick, kiss on the lips.

  His smile faded and he became serious. “I should warn you… I’m dominant and aggressive… and crude and pushy… and possessive and jealous. I can already tell the last two are gonna be a problem when it comes to you.” His eyes darted away and he actually looked like he was embarrassed when he quietly added. “I’m kind of programmed that way.”

  “Programmed?”

  “It’s part of my enhancements. I’m driven to keep the people I’m protecting safe at all costs. A side effect is I become overly possessive of the people I fuck.”

  “Oh. Well… that must make dating hard.”

  “I don’t date. My pushiness is a turn-off to most men. I’m more of a ‘hit it and quit it’ kinda guy. No time to get involved.”

  I didn’t judge Kane. He did what he had to do to work around his enhancements. “I’m pushy myself. And a little stubborn. Okay, maybe a lot stubborn…”

  Kane threw his head back and laughed. “Figured that out already.”

  He lowered himself onto me and we locked lips. Our kisses were frantic, heated and wet. Kane took my breath away. He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his leaking cock all over mine. Our first time was going to be quick. We were both way too turned on.

  He rolled me onto my side. He moved his mouth to my collarbone and I moaned in pleasure as he bit and sucked, pulling a bruise up on my flesh. I ran my hand through the fur on his chest and followed the trail down his body. I wrapped my hand around the massive organ jutting out from a nest of dark curls.

  Kane groaned and sucked harder on the base of my neck as I slid and twisted my hand over his thick length. I maneuvered myself to bring my other hand to him. With two fists, I stroked him up and down, much to his pleasure. He was leaking a steady stream of pre-come and it made my hands nice and slippery.

  “Kane,” I begged.

  I gave him a little shove and he got the hint and rolled onto his back. I kissed my way down to his chest.

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as his hand moved to my head. He rubbed his fingers through my hair and gently urged me downwards.

  I lifted his meaty erection away from his abs as I kissed my way to his crotch. I buried my nose in the thick black patch of curly hair surrounding the base of his dick and inhaled the musky scent. Moaning happily, I swiped my tongue up the length and took a second to examine my prize.

  It was long and thick. I had never seen one so large. Well, perhaps Corporal Green was larger from the glimpse I saw in the shower, but Kane’s was beautiful. The skin was slightly darker than the rest of his body, its foreskin wrinkled and veiny and velvety soft. When I slid the skin back to expose the red head, it throbbed in my hand and pre-come oozed out of the slit and ran down the shaft and onto my fingers.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  I just had to taste it. I swiped my tongue across the tip, then swirled it around. I opened wide and took the head into my mouth. It was so hot on my tongue. His pre-come tasted like heaven. Sweet and salty. I slid down the length until the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back, sucking hard as I ascended.

  “Fuck,” Kane groaned. “Suck it. Suck my cock….”

  I knew that there was no way I was going to get all ten inches into my throat, but I tried my best. I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving Kane the best blowjob I could give. What I couldn’t swallow, I stroked with my hand. I fluttered my tongue around the head and shaft as I bobbed up and down. I was drooling all over him. My spit ran down the shaft and over my fingers, making them nice and slippery as I twisted them around his girth.

  “I’m gonna fucking blow. Fuck, Aron… Fuck!”

  Kane gripped my head tight and thrust up into my mouth. His fingers tightened on my scalp as he held my head still. His entire body trembled, his muscles tensed. With a loud grunt, my mouth was flooded with a burst of hot, thick liquid. I swallowed just as his cock pulsed against my tongue and fired another volley into my mouth. I moaned around his throbbing bone as it jerked over and over. I kept sucking and swallowing until he had no more left.

  I let him slide from my mouth and I swiped my tongue up and down, cleaning up any excess saliva and cum that may have leaked out.

  “Christ,” he muttered. “So fucking good…”

  He grabbed me and pulled me up to him and kissed me hard. I reached down and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. Kane smacked my hand away and replaced it with his own. I looked down at him lustily, urging him to get me off.

  My dick wasn’t small, but it sure looked it in his huge hand. He kissed down my neck to my chest as he stroked me. Just the thought of Kane going down on me was enough to make me lose it.

  “Kane, I can’t… I’m gonna come!”

  I looked down at Kane’s hand flying up and down my shaft. He twisted his hand and flicked the thumb over the head. My legs tensed and my toes curled as my entire body went rigid. I opened my mouth and cried out my lover’s name. I watched a rope of white jizz fly out of my dick and splatter across Kane’s face. Damn, that was hot! I gasped, and panted, and continued to spurt until I was completely drained.

  He moved up and kissed me and I tasted my juices on his lips. I swiped my tongue up the side of his face, cleaning it off him. He laughed and then flopped onto his back. He grabbed me and yanked me until I was half straddling him. I settled next to him, snuggling close as he put his arm around me and held me.

  “God, I need a shower,” I sighed. />
  “Nah. You’re good. Like your smell,” he said as he buried his nose in my neck and inhaled.

  He kicked at the covers with his foot and pulled them up over us and I let myself relax into his body.

  Chapter 7

  The room was quiet now, except for the sound of our heavy breathing over the drone of the ship’s engines. The smell of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air. Where he held me, Kane’s thumb moved leisurely back and forth across my skin.

  After a few moments of silence, Kane asked, “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure,” I agreed lazily. After sex that good, I probably would have agreed to anything.

  “How come you were dressed like a labbie when you boarded? And Cap said you were out of uniform. By the way, your ass is fucking perfection in that Navy uniform. It should never be hidden behind scrubs and a lab coat. Never.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at how adamant he was. “I’ll try to remember that. Anyway, it’s a long story….”

  I leaned my head back on Kane’s arm and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t press for me to continue, but I felt comfortable enough with him to do so. Clearly, since we just had sex. And I had a pretty good idea that this wouldn’t be the last time. Though I just met him, I trusted Kane. He seemed straight-forward and honest.

  “Three years ago, I was serving in the science department on the U.S.C. Orion. I disobeyed a direct order from my commanding officer and I was court-martialed and dishonorably discharged from the Union Navy.”

  I sat up and looked down at Kane. He had an expectant look on his face, wanting me to continue, but I could see that he wasn’t judging me.

  “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he said with a shrug.

  “No, I want to….”

  Kane locked his fingers behind his head and I moved closer to him. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest and stomach and stared at the way the hair moved as my fingers traced the ridges of his muscles.