“I'm telling you,” Beka said quite loudly as she took another drag from the beer she was holding. “The first round is gonna be quick and Ferin will finish it in the second!”
“You're CRAZY! Ferin is outmatched. He's too light!” Harper countered as he threw back a shot of vodka.
The Andromeda had stopped at this backwater planet to restock and repair the damages from their latest adventure.
But while the Maru was on planet, with Beka and Harper aboard, Dylan had decided to go fiddle around somewhere else.
That had been two weeks ago. After they had secured the needed supplies, Harper and Beka had no choice but to find something to do.
And, oddly enough, both of them had settled on the planet's sport of boxing. They quickly thought themselves experts and were now arguing over the championship match.
“You wanna bet?” Beka said with a growl and Harper grinned.
“Fine, what's the bet?” Harper demanded quickly, the match was about to start.
“You pick,” she said with a grin and Harper shook his head.
“Fine, but you told me to.” He thought a moment and then grinned. “When I win, you give me head. And in the event that I don't, I will go down on you.”
“That works for me,” Beka said snobbishly. “I haven't had a good licking in a while. I'm sure you will do just fine.”
The match started, and as Ferin got his ass knocked around the ring, Harper began getting hard in anticipation of his reward. The bloodied fighter stepped back for a moment as the bell sounded and the referee separated the two fighters.
The grin on Harper's face lasted but moments into the second round as Ferin charged into the ring and began pummeling his opponent. The second round lasted forty-seven seconds.
The bar erupted in either cheers or jeers depending on the way any given patron had bet. And Beka grinned.
“I will take my spoils now,” she announced. “To my room.”
Harper all but growled at Beka as he led the way through the bar and up the stairs. He had been looking forward to some good head. Behind him, Beka was starting to get wet in anticipation of the oral stimulation. It had been in fact, over two years since she had a really good lover in the oral department and while she was sure that Harper got very little in the way of sex, he had to know what he was doing on a purely intellectual level.
The door to the suite Beka had rented out was made of heavy native wood, the hinges screeching as the door swung open.
With her small fortune, Beka had rented one of the most opulent rooms in this relatively small inn. A large bed took up one side, two large red plush couches and a table covered the center, and a small kitchenette finished out the room.
Beka tossed her key onto the table between the two couches as she walked over and stood in front of one of the couches.
“Well?” She asked with mock impatience. “What are you waiting for?”
Harper walked over to Beka rather slowly for someone who claimed to have such experience, but he reached her quickly enough that Beka didn't have to snap at him again.
He took her face in his hands and tilted her head off to the side as he moved his lips to her neck. Beka closed her eyes and let out a slight gasp as Harper began softly kissing the side of her neck. Right where she liked it.
While he continued to kiss her neck, Harper's hands found the clasps on the front of her vest and expertly undid the fasteners, letting the vest slid to the floor. He could see Beka's nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt, without the cover of a bra.
He gently tweaked her nipples as his hands slid down over her breasts to her waistline and the hem of the shirt. He gently lifted the shirt up and over her head, pulling his head back to allow the shirt to be removed. In one fluid motion he pulled the shirt over Beka's head and returned his lips to her neck.
Beka was starting to get really hot by now and softly moaned with each kiss Harper placed. She wrapped her hands around his head and held his lips to her neck, his kisses turned to sucking in response and Beka let out another gasp, this one slightly louder than the last. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs gently drawing tiny circles around her erect nipples.
Harper released his lock on her neck, satisfied to see he had left her a nice sized purple mark, and began kissing a trail down her collar bone toward her breasts.
He kissed down the side of one of her breasts and went to his knees as he locked his teeth around the pink nipple and gently nibbled.
Beka moaned again, much louder and ran her hands through his spiked blonde hair, her eyes closed and head tilted back.
Harper released her left nipple and began gently licking her right as his hands caressed her tight flat stomach and found the fasteners to her leather pants. Like the vest, the pants were unfastened easily and brought down to her ankles in seconds.
And much like on top, Beka had decided to go without panties today, just for the hell of it. And she thanked her foresight as Harper guided a thumb to gently caress her clitoris.
Beka jumped and moaned at the same time as Harper's thumb pressed gently against her sensitive flesh and she bit her lip to keep from screaming as he did it again.
Harper could feel that she was ready whenever he wanted to begin. Her soft flesh was wet with anticipation and he could just imagine how she was going to taste as he stopped his ministrations on her nipple
He gently pushed her back so that she plopped lightly onto the couch, and with expert hands, Harper guided his palms under her knees. Harper lifted and spread Beka's legs simultaneously, giving him a clear view of her aching core.
No matter what anyone thought of his sex life, Harper was by no means inexperienced. He had pleasured many women this way in his lifetime and was looking forward to this experience as much as he did any other.
Harper's soft lips kissed Beka's thigh, right in the soft pocket of the kneecap and Beka raised her ass off of the couch with a moan as the pleasure streaked through her body. She settled herself quickly and Harper began kissing down her thigh toward her center.
Beka felt the soft lips caressing her soft thighs and knew immediately that she was both going to enjoy this and need more in the future. LOTS more.
The scent of Beka's aching womanhood reached Harper's nostrils like a sweet perfume, calling him to taste of her river of pleasure. He gently kissed closer and closer to her sweet spot, his lips moving slower with each kiss.
Beka moaned slightly, needing Harper to stop torturing her and begin with the real fun. But he refused to deviate from his path of slow kisses, which only made Beka want him more.
Harper's kisses finally reached the soft, shaved center of Beka's sexuality. He gently spread the outer lips of her pleasure center and with all the softness he could, kissed her core. The lightning shot quickly through Beka and she moaned loudly.
Harper kissed her soft pink lips again and again. Each kiss soft.
And then his tongue extended from between his lips and he gently dragged it up her wetness, flicking her clitoris as he passed over it.
Beka moaned loudly and lifted her ass off of the couch, arching her back in pleasure.
Harper kissed Beka just above her core and then gently dragged his tongue back down, darting into her wet center as he did. The result was another loud moan from Beka.
Harper's expert fingers gently spread Beka's lips and held them there, giving him a clear shot at her clitoris. He knew she wouldn't last much longer, her breathing was already deep and he could taste the first of her sweet nectar.
With sudden ferocity, Harper attacked Beka's clitoris, licking quickly and with short strokes. Beka screamed in pleasure as her aching clit was assaulted by the expert tongue of her lover.
Beka could feel the intense orgasm welling up inside and it took all she had not to pass out as she managed to eek out that information to Harper.
With all the suddenness of lightning and the power of a freight train, Beka's orgasm slammed her body in convulsions. Her thighs tightened around Harper's head and her hands held his face to her. His response was just as sudden and Beka screamed again as Harper locked his lips around her swollen clitoris and sucked fiercely.
Beka's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she arched her back high into the air as a sudden second orgasm racked her body with pleasure. The lightning crackled through her body again and again as she writhed in Harper's unexpectedly strong grip.
As Beka's second orgasm slammed through her, Harper released her clitoris and began lapping at her flowing river of sweet nectar. He always loved the taste of a woman's juices. And this was no exception.
As her senses returned to her, Beka released that she was laying down on the couch, covered in a light blanket.
Her eyes shot open and she bolted upright.
“Right here boss,” Harper announced from the couch across from her. “You really think I would go anywhere?”
Beka shook her head as she sat up. The blanket that had covered her fell into her lap, her supple breasts exposed to the warm air of the suite. She didn't even notice that she was naked until she glanced over at Harper and saw the bulge that had remained in his pants.
But once she did realize that she was naked, Beka still didn't care. The man across from her had just given her incredible pleasure. Why cover herself in front of him?
“That was…”
“Good?” Harper interjected and Beka closed her eyes and nodded.
“Very!”
“Glad you liked it,” Harper said as he licked his lips, still wet with her juices. “Now that you're up, I'll be going.”
“Harper wait,” Beka said as she stood, the blanket falling to the floor. She stalked over to the couch, lithe and supple, and sat beside Harper. “It's your turn.”
“Nope,” Harper said with a shake of his head. “A deals a deal. You won, I didn't.”
“But you need some relief.”
“How about this: let's just say you owe me one and leave it at that. Okay?” Harper asked and Beka nodded.
“Okay.”
And with that, Harper strolled out. Leaving Beka reeling over the fresh memories of her pleasuring…