Bandar-Pursuit of Pleasure
There's something to be said about a pair of full, heavy breasts combined with a plump, luscious ass.
Dax Morrison admired the curvaceous redhead as he gripped a fat, squat glass, tossing back the potent, lime-green liquor it contained. He'd traveled here to Sandora Three for a week of furlough. A full seven days of kicking back, hopefully doing nothing more strenuous than having sex. He'd also given his crew a much deserved time off while his ship, Federation Guardian , was in for its regular maintenance.
His pulse quickened as he locked eyes on the woman across the noisy bar. Talk about hot. Glossy vibrant red hair fell in tousled curls down the middle of her back, partially covering the skin left bare by the sexy halter-top she wore. As she turned toward him, her unfettered nipples pushed temptingly against the thin, stretchy material of her bodice. His senses stirred. By the gods, he'd love to cup those soft, generous globes and give them a squeeze. Or bend her over one of the crowded tables, push that sorry excuse of a skirt out of the way and pound into her all the way to heaven.
It had been too damn long since he'd had a woman.
His lips curved as he observed her continually tugging at the neckline, trying to pull it up to a more modest height, as if she wasn't used to wearing such a revealing outfit. Interesting. She certainly had the body for it.
The object of his attention suddenly flashed him a sultry smile.
The hairs on the back of his neck prickled in instant awareness. Just due south, a certain part of his anatomy snapped to attention, coming to full, stinging hardness. Dax stared back for an endless second, letting his gaze drift pointedly to her luscious mouth, already imagining what she would taste like. Was she local? If she was, it would be really nice to spend a few days soaking up her… er… considerable charms.
Raising a hand, he stopped one of the many blue-skinned serv-bots and asked for another drink. When he glanced toward the bar again, the woman was gone. Disappointment slammed into him. He surged to his feet, scanning the crowd huddled around the low-slung, curving smoked glass counter which snaked along the length of the wall. There was no sign of her. Damn it. He should have approached her sooner.
“Looking for me?”
Dax pivoted. She was standing right behind him, two drinks in hand. He gave her a small smile, relishing the feel of hot anticipation gliding along his veins. “Not anymore.”
The husky chuckle she gave ignited a fire deep in his belly. “You looked thirsty. I brought you a drink.”
He took the glass she offered. His gaze fell to her chest, drawn by the delicious mounds prominently on display. With some difficulty, he pulled it back up to her pretty face. “I'm Dax. What's your name, sweetheart?”
“Ariana.”
His cock twitched at the breathy voice. “It suits you.” He shifted a little, crowding her against the wall. He stood close, brushing against her. Excitement snaked along the length of his stiff cock.
She drained her glass, licking her bottom lip afterwards. “Drink up.”
“Are you in a hurry?”
Her hand came to rest on his middle, right above his too-tight crotch. “I want to get out of here.” Her fingertips danced lightly over his tensed muscles. “Don't you?”
Dax raised an eyebrow, shifting that much closer. He wanted to run his hands down her back and palm that perfect ass. “What do you have in mind?”
She hesitated for a second. “If you don't know, then --” she trailed off, shrugging her delicate shoulders.
He grinned. “Show me.” He was enjoying this little cat and mouse game. Truth to tell, he was itching to get her someplace quiet and deserted, but first he wanted a quick taste.
Once again, there was that infinitesimal pause, further stoking his curiosity about her. Dax watched her expression intently. She had temptress down pat but he was also getting mixed signals. Like she wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation. Maybe she just wasn't used to picking up strange men in bars.
“Will a kiss do?”
“If you have to ask…”
Ariana nibbled on her lower lip. “I just thought privacy would be more suited for what I had in mind.”
He leaned close. “How about a little something to whet the appetite?”
Her arms slid around his shoulders. Dax expelled a rough breath when he came into full contact with her. Gods, she was soft everywhere. Caging her in his arms, he boldly insinuated his thigh between hers, pushing her skirt even higher. Unable to wait one minute longer, he captured her lips, sending his tongue deep in the warm cavern of her mouth when she gasped in surprise. Delicious. Sweet taste exploded in his senses. The quick surge of heat, intense and powerful, ignited every single cell in his body.
Leaning in, he sucked on her lower lip, squeezing her ass softly. Lust coursed hot and urgent in his veins. Gods, she was so fuckable. Entirely too sexy. He rubbed against her, letting her feel his erection, smiling with satisfaction at the glazed look in her eyes. She was just as hot for him as he was for her. “I want you.” He could already imagine spending the rest of the week just losing himself in her. “You're too hot for words.” He kissed her again and again before he tore his lips away. “Let's go.”
Ariana didn't budge. The flashing lights in the club highlighted the two bright spots of color that covered her creamy cheeks. “Finish your drink first.”
“Why waste time?”
Under normal circumstances, the shadow of desperation that flitted across her face would have raised a red flag, but his thoughts fuzzed over when her fingers fluttered over his engorged shaft. “We have all night.”
Dax drained the glass in one gulp, wincing slightly at the brassy taste. “All done.” He bent down and sucked the skin at the base of her throat, loving the jump of her pulse. Unable to resist, he did what he'd wanted to do since he'd laid eyes on her. He cupped her breast and squeezed. At her gasp, he thumbed the hard little bud that pushed impudently against his palm. Not satisfied, driven by a compulsion he couldn't deny, he slipped his hand inside her bodice and sought her warm flesh. Oh, yeah. He must have pleased somebody up there to be so lucky. He pinched her nipple gently.
“ Dax .”
“Gods, I could just eat you up.” His mouth watered, hungry for a taste of that plump little button. “Let's go.”
Dax took her hand and began to weave his way through the crowd, pulling her along. His vision blurred and he blinked in surprise. He wasn't that drunk. And shit, he didn't remember the way out being so far away from where he'd sat. Sweat beaded on his face. He impatiently wiped it away, eager to get out of the club. Perspiration trickled down his back. Why was it suddenly so hot in here? His every step seemed heavier than the last. It was an effort to keep moving through the doorway.
“Dax?”
Ariana's voice sounded faint. The lights became distorted. His legs felt like lead and he found it difficult to move. What the hell was wrong with him? He stumbled through the exit, leaning on the outside wall, trying to pull air into his lungs. Excited patrons continued to flow through the entryway, jostling him. He tried to take deep breaths but everything was slowly darkening. What the fuck? He reached for the com-link button on his belt. “Got to get help…”
“Don't worry,” Ariana whispered soothingly. “I'll take care of you.”
That was the last thing Dax heard before he succumbed to the dark abyss that beckoned.
© 2007 Beverly Havlir
