Dylan entered Machine shop #5 and stared in bemusement. All of Beka's belongings from the Maru were stacked here, for safe keeping, while the salvage ship was being repaired.
"Beka?"
Getting no response, Dylan manoeuvred the piles and very quickly found himself deep in the room. He finally saw Beka but frowned. Her head was back, against the wall and she was panting.
He moved closer and walked around yet another pile only to stare open mouthed. Her pants were down and her shirt was up and ... heat shot south and his cock announced, in no uncertain terms, it's appreciation of seeing Beka masturbating.
Dylan's instincts warred, leave or stay. He shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the tightness of his pants.
Beka heard him and gasped. With one hand between her legs and the other on a breast, she was very caught. She stared up at Dylan wondering what to do or say.
"Nice dice." Dylan stated dumbly then bent to pick up the fuzzy dice that sat next to her. Beka blinked. 'Dice?' then saw the bulge in his pants and grinned. "Want to play with them?"
He eyed her, letting his eyes travel down the length of her. "Or I could watch."
She shifted and spread her legs wider then removed the hand from her moist centre and motioned to her boots. "Let me make some room."
Dylan knelt. "I can help," he stated as he pulled of her boots and pants. "Don't let me interrupt."
"No interruption." Beka spread herself so he got a good look then slowly stroked her clit.
Dylan held her legs wide and watched, licking his lips. He smiled as she held her sticky fingers out to him, and he licked them clean. "Delicious."
"Thank you." She looked down him, pointedly. "Why don't you get comfortable."
Dylan stood and stripped naked as she watched. When he started to kneel again, Beka caught his hips and pulled him closer.
"There's no need to be so far away." She grinned.
His cock was leaking as it brushed past her steaming core. Dylan couldn't suppress the groan as he knelt between her legs.
"Nice toy." She breathed.
"Thanks." He nodded inhaling her scent.
"You can play with mine if I can play with yours."
Dylan reached out and pulled her head to him. "Deal," he kissed her.
Beka wrapped herself around him and groaned. "I can't wait."
Dylan shifted and found his target then sunk deep in one thrust.
Beka cried out then all but screamed when he stilled. "Don't stop!"
Dylan looked around quick, for some place to do this. Not seeing any place better, he gripped her hips and lifted her to against the wall. "Here."
"Anywhere." Beka groaned harshly.
Dylan pounding into her hard and fast. "Here is good."
"YES!"
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"So," Dylan caught his breath some time later. "Are there snacks at this party?"
Beka stared at him for a moment, wondering where he got his stamina, then grinned slowly. "Help yourself."
the end