“Dreamt about you every night.” Reed tore his gaze from my dripping cock and looked up at me. “Did you think of me, Daniel? Did you miss me?”
“You don’t know how much,” I replied.
“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?”
I shook my head. “No, I… I thought I didn’t have the right.”
He closed his eyes and kissed the tip. “Don’t doubt that.” He opened his eyes and locked his gaze with mine. “Ever again.”
I bit my lip and nodded, unable to form coherent sentences. His words made my entire body seize up, and without meaning to, my hips jerked forward. Hard. The wet head of my cock brushed against his mouth as if it were begging for entrance.
Embarrassment and need rolled over me in waves.
“So desperate?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Do it again.” His voice had an edge of command to it. My toes curled in my shoes.
I moved my hips and painted his lips in a slow stroke, watching my pre-cum stain his skin. My breaths came out shallow and rapid. My knees felt weak, and I felt like I was floating in something thick, out of touch with my surroundings. My balls felt so heavy that they ached.
The shrill beep of my pager from my trouser pocket jolted me back from my haze. I fumbled, managed to get it out, and pressed the silence button repeatedly. “We… ahhh… we… need to go.”
“Not letting anyone see you like this,” Reed growled.
“But—”
Reed went into some kind of frenzy. His mouth was everywhere. He licked along my rock-hard shaft, dropping kisses everywhere, and buried his face deep against my balls.
A door opened somewhere in the building, and the hum of several conversations floated down the corridors.
Reed redoubled his efforts, and I couldn’t have stopped even if I tried. When his tongue swept over my slit, I saw stars. My balls pulled up, and then I was coming hard in his mouth. Iheld on to him for dear life as four years of pent-up longing and frustration poured out of me in the longest orgasm of my life.
When I finally came back to Earth, I was surprised to find him standing, my trousers pulled up, and him grinning down at me with an expression of pure pride. A small drop of cum was on his chin. I licked it clean and then pushed at his broad chest.
“Sorry, I’ll take care of you soon,” I mumbled, gesturing at the very visible tent in his jeans. “Not right now, though. I don’t want the Chief to come looking for us.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” He winked.
7
Daniel
We fixed our hair, and I tucked my shirt in before jogging down the corridor. I checked my watch. It was near midnight. My head was still swimming with the rush of adrenaline, dopamine, and oxytocin—the potent combination making me feel high without a drop of any drug in my system.
When I pushed through the lounge door, I found the entire station already assembled inside, all the couches and chairs taken, the low hum of conversation filling the room.
I spotted Garrett near the far wall with two empty chairs beside him and steered us over. He looked at me, then at Reed, and raised one slow eyebrow. I nodded at him, blushing like a teenager, but he let me get away without commenting on it, just giving me a nod.
Reed was immediately pulled into conversation with Theo about cupcakes. I caught the wordscardamomandnot enough frosting. I had no idea Reed had such a sweet tooth, but Iplanned to act on it later. Chairs scraped against the floor as people shifted and turned, overlapping voices bouncing off the low ceiling. It didn’t look like anyone else had any idea what was going on either.
Across the room, I watched August Dempsey, our station chief, with curiosity. He stood near the bar with a radio handset pressed to his ear. Beside him, Jessica Gallagher, our principal investigator—aka the lead scientist who oversaw all the research conducted at the station—leaned in close. The two of them conferred in tones too low to carry.
August cleared his throat, and the room settled. “Thanks for coming in on short notice.” He set the radio handset on the bar and looked around the room. “I know this is unusual. I’ll get straight to it.”
He had everyone’s attention. “About forty minutes ago, we received a call from a field team operating out of sector seven, roughly ninety kilometers southeast. They’ve got an unusual situation.” He paused. “The team was on a research vessel conducting a whale study when they came across a pod of dolphins. These dolphins circled their vessel repeatedly until the team decided to follow them. The dolphins led the vessel to an iceberg.”
A ripple of whispers spread through the room.
