Finnegan had managed to persuade one of the scientists to take him to where the sec men exercised and practiced shooting their stubby blasters.
“Down another level. Lots of blaster stores. Locked tight. I see them shooting at comp targets. Nearly every fucking time they put them dials up to twenty, the fuckers misfired. I reckon ita blind mutie could do better ‘gainst them than those blasters. Odds must be hundred to one they won’t work.”
“Sounds like good odds,” Ryan said.
AFTER THEY’D PLOWED their way through the stodge that served as food in the Wizard Island Complex for Scientific Advancement, Ryan and Krysty retired to their section of the dormitory. With something of a struggle, they’d managed to move one of the single beds off its mounting, snapping the rusting screws and pushing it alongside Ryan’s bed to make it possible for them to sleep together.
Though it wasn’t just sleep that was on Ryan’s mind at the moment.
He lay pressed tightly against her, his erection poking into the warmth of her buttocks, his arms enfolding her. Pushing back against him, Krysty reached around to caress his penis, squeezing her fingers hard around the shaft and making him moan softly.
“That’s nice, lover,” she whispered.
The lights had failed in his section of the big dormitory. Since the vid cameras weren’t infrascanners, he was fairly confident their lovemaking wasn’t being witnessed and recorded.
His right hand cupped her breast, the nipple wriggling into hardness against his palm. Ryan nibbled at the back of Krysty’s neck, nipping with his front teeth. The girl drew in a slow breath, pushing harder against him. Her sentient red hair shifted against Ryan’s face, touching his skin with an electrifying arousal.
Knowing what she most liked, Ryan slid slowly down the bed, until his cheek was pressed against the muscular curve of her hip. He reached over with his hand and touched the coils of hair between her thighs. She opened to him, warm and moist, as his fingers found the trigger to her own deep arousal.
By shifting a little he was able to bring his penis against her ankles. Krysty felt him, laughed very quietly, then took him between her feet, rubbing him gently.
He probed at her with two and then three fingers, readying her. The girl tangled her own strong fingers in the long hair at the back of his head, pulling insistently at him, making him know what she wanted.
What she needed.
Her thighs clamped on either side of his face, drawing him into her body, and his tongue flicked out, tasting her, lapping at her softness. Krysty locked her heels together between her lover’s shoulder blades, keeping him in place, pumping her hips against his lips and tongue. She felt the familiar, delicious fluttering of her stomach muscles as her orgasm rushed forward.
Ryan could judge how far she’d gone along the road, licking and sucking at her, centering on the core of her love, feeling her finally gasp and shudder, her thighs so tight around him he could hardly breathe.
At last she relaxed, and he was free.
“One day I’ll break your neck doing that, lover,” she sighed.
“I can’t think of a better way to go,” he replied, grinning up at her in the darkness.
“Your turn,” she said, sliding down the bed, kneeling over him, her hair brushing now over his groin and lower stomach. The fiery tendrils actually curled around his cock, bringing him instantly to the edge of losing control.
“No,” he managed to gasp. “Be too fucking quick.”
“Can’t have that,” she teased.
Her head lowered over him, and he felt himself swallowed, sucked into her mouth. Krysty was the best Ryan Cawdor had ever known. He’d once, many years back, spent too much jack on a gaudy whore out Missouri way. She’d had ways with ice and with a length of knotted, waxed twine that had made his head spin.
But Krysty was undeniably the very, very best ever.
After she’d brought him moaning to the edge of a shattering orgasm, she withdrew her mouth, knelt astride him and lowered herself on the thrusting erection. Ryan pushed up to meet her, his eyes tightly shut, mouth sagging open. The gaudy whore used to promise two ups for every down, but it hadn’t been like this.