Harper was in the crawl space above Beka’s quarters, watching her masturbate. He’d been carrying out routine maintenance when he’d heard her groans. The sight of her fingers moving rhythmically on her clitoris and her wetness had given him a massive erection. He pumped his engorged cock in time to the thrusts of her hips. He wondered who she was imagining filling her. Tyr? Dylan? Bobby?
She climaxed with a shudder, her body jerking in ecstasy.
His own climax followed seconds later. His release was so intense;
he never heard that the name she moaned as she came was his.