Thrill-Kinky by Teresa Noelle Roberts

“So are you.”
    Then she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him down and the hot, wet nebula of her sex drew him in, and it became impossible to think about anything except the fusion of his cock and her pussy. He tried to take his time, but it felt too good and she had both legs around him now and obviously didn’t want him to take his time because she had a rhythm of her own going, a rhythm that was much closer to what his body craved than the slower pace he thought he should set for his partner’s sake. As he’d imagined, she moved under him, fucking him as much as he fucked her, using the impressive strength of her deceptively slight body. Before long, they’d found their pace, one that might leave him aching in funny places, assuming he lived long enough to find out.
    And the hell with worrying one way or the other about that possibility. Time enough to think about that when he had detangled himself from Rita’s sweet, sexy body. Right now he was as alive as he could be and so was she, and right now was all anyone was promised, even nashbets who sat on their fat asses in offices and never risked their hearts, let alone their lives.
    Then Rita added a clenching and release of her inner muscles, rhythmic contractions that enhanced the already amazing sensation of thrusting into her rippling sex. Her hands caressed his back, his ass, his wings. All the time, she made frantic noises that gained in volume, and the noises, too, seemed to stroke his cock.
    He bit his lip, determined to hold out a little longer. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t stay hard for as long as she needed him to, and probably come more than once on a night like this, with so much tension in the air, but it was always sweetest to come together the first time. She brushed her hands down his wings, though, a river of sensation as each feather rippled and rustled at her touch, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
    He cried out as he came, a curse in his own language, so old that it didn’t have an exact meaning anymore.
    “Gotcha!” she teased.
    Then her eyes widened and her cunt narrowed and she began to spasm around him. The strength of her passion drew him from one orgasm straight to the next, and that drove her over the edge again too, or kept her on that same sweet edge, coming and coming.
    If Drax’s body cooperated, he would have been happy to keep going until it was time to leave. Unfortunately, his injured shoulder decided it had had quite enough of supporting his weight. He collapsed with an “Ooof” onto her, then apologized. “Worked my shoulder a little too hard.”
    “I’m not surprised. Worked parts of me pretty hard too, but not too hard. Just right.” She kissed his nose. “We have a little while. Get some rest. It’s going to be a long night.”
    Drax could never relax before a job, let alone nap. He was always too keyed up, too busy thinking through all the permutations and possibilities. But now, facing what might be the most important and dangerous job of his career, he found himself drifting off to sleep with Rita pressed against him, closer to the wall, his arms and one of his wings cupping her close.

Chapter Nine
    Drax kissed her before they left the Malcolm , kissed her while his hands skimmed her body over her new dark gray climbing pants, which looked surprisingly festive with some of Xia’s costume jewelry dangling from the gear-clips, and black long-sleeved cling-shirt, teasing deliciously inappropriate places that made even Xia say, “Cabin’s that way. Either that or invite us all to play.”
    That prompted Gan to follow up with, “That’s what’s polite on my planet,” which cracked everyone up, even though it was the actual-factual truth. Everyone apparently needed a laugh to relieve the tension of going out to pull off a job that was slated for a professional spy with functional wings and an array of tools and weapons that were no longer available.
    While the others were busy laughing, Drax