Chapter 2 - Anticipation

The holocom on Sirez's door buzzed.  He hopped up from the couch, banging his bare foot on one of the legs of the coffee table as he attempted to round the sofa too quickly, “Ah! Mother fucker...” He muttered, hopping on one foot as he rubbed his other foot for a few hops, dropping it back to the floor as he walked to the door, clad in pants and a form-fitting t-shirt much like what he had on earlier in the day.  He glanced at the holocom screen; it was her.  She was wearing her usual jacket from the academy and off-white pants with streaks of dull green through them, her shirt the same color of green.  Sirez released the lock on the door and it slid open with a faint sound.  Face to face again for the first time in years, they stood in silence, staring at one another.  Sirez was the first to snap out of it, “Ah, yeah... come in.  C'mon in.”  He jerked a thumb over his shoulder as he stepped out of the doorway.  Elle flicked her gaze to follow him before nodding, as if to reassure herself that it was safe to move now.  She took the few steps into the room, the door sliding shut behind her, the lock engaging on its own as it always does.  

Sirez rubbed the back of his neck, “So, this is it.  My place.  Honestly, it's mostly just a glorified office.  I uh... don't really spend a whole lot of time inside as I'm sure you can imagine.”  He rattled on as Elle just stood there, staring up at him.  A slow grin started to play across her lips as she listened to him.  “Shit, sorry.”  Sirez snapped his fingers, “Let me get you something to drink.  Have a seat.”  He gestured to the sofa as he walked to the rather small kitchen, opening the also small refrigeration unit.  He pulled out two small glasses, plinking ice cubes into them and twisting the cap off a tall, thin bottle half-full of brown liquid.  After pouring them over the ice he set the bottle on the counter and walked back to the sofa, handing a glass down to the red-head.  “Thanks.” She quietly said to him, tilting her gaze up to look into his dull hazel eyes, holding the glass close to her collar.  “Yeah.  It's synthetic, really hard to find the real thing these days, unfortunately.”  Sirez informed her with a nod as he sat on the other side of the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees as he held the glass between them.  

Elle tucked her legs up underneath her butt after kicking her shoes off, taking a slow sip from the glass.  She made a slight face at the taste, but did her best to hide it with a small cough, “I don't mind.  I haven't had an actual drink in quite a while, so... this is nice.”  She held her smile, still holding the glass in an almost protective manner near her collar.  Sirez stared at the floor, lightly bouncing his left knee, the single ice cube in his glass swaying with the movement in the sea of brown liquid.  Elle continued to look over at him, still smiling impishly as she shifted across the sofa a bit, sliding her legs to the other side of her as she started to close the gap between them.  He hadn't been with a woman in a while, she could tell.  It was a mix of sexual tension and nerves that left him in conflict with his own thoughts.  She ate it up; it was adorable to her, and it made her desire him that much more.  He wasn't some military jock that was nothing but testosterone and bravado.  Sure, that was part of it, but he was unintentionally showing a side to her that she couldn't help but fawn over.  “Sir.”  Her soft voice broke the silence like a needle hitting the floor.  Sirez flicked his gaze over to her, turning his head after the fact, “Hm?”  He hummed inquisitively as he raised his eyebrows.  Elle set her glass on the clear paned coffee table, placing one of her hands on the sofa cushion right next to his leg, the other a few inches back on her leg, “You were right.”  She held the same softness in her voice as she smiled through her words.  “About what?” Sirez asked.  Elle leaned in closer to him, exhaling with a slightly quivered bout of breath, “Your dick.  Those mental images are all I've been thinking about.”  The blush began to steak across her nose and flush through her cheeks again as she bit down on her lower lip, pulling at the corner of it with her teeth.  

She had never been this forward before, but there was something about him that just... made her want it.  Want him.  Sirez stared at her blankly, blinking slowly as his eyes focused on her teeth nipping down on her lip, then at her eyes as they stared into his.  At that moment, he knew exactly what to do.  What to say.  He wasn't at a loss anymore.  The corner of his lips curled into a sly smirk, “Is nice, mm?”  He murmured to her.
“Is nice.”  She confirmed in a similar tone.  Her hand had extended a bit further at this point, resting on his thigh and starting it's ascent inward and upward.  Sirez's gaze lowered to her hand, then back up to her face, watching her aroused expression as the blush widened across her cheeks.  His left hand set his glass on the coffee table as his right reached down to grip the top of her wandering hand.  He pulled it up to his crotch, pressing her hand to it, which she instinctively closed her fingers around the quickly firming bulge in his pants.  Her thumb began to rub back and forth across the material as Sirez's hand released hers.  His right hand raised to press to the back of her neck, and at that, all bets were off.  

Their lips clashed together, pressing firmly against one another as they audibly kissed each others lips with heated desire.  Sirez's tongue rolled across the crease of Elle's lips, fluttering against them until her own pink muscle met his, inviting his tongue into her mouth as hers rolled across the flat of it.  He lightly sucked at her tongue, twisting and teasing hers with his own.  Elle's hand never stopped rubbing against his covered cock, her other hand moving to join in the first's fun.  Her fingers worked at the buckle of his pants, pulling the zipper of them down tooth by tooth then stuffing her right hand inside the waist of his boxer briefs.  Sirez bit down on her lower lip gently, tugging at it before letting it flick back to her, resting his forehead against her own.  Both of Sirez's hands slid up inside of her jacket, squeezing the swell of her tits covered by the fabric of her shirt, his thumbs rolling across the covered nipples which poked back against his thumbs.  “No bra tonight?”  Sirez breathed to her with a bit of a smirk.
“Gets in the way.”  Elle responded offhandedly, rather preoccupied with rubbing her hand across his naked cock.  She pulled it free from his pants, pumping her hand along the fattening shaft with flicks of her wrist, the pad of her thumb rubbing across the slit, smearing the dab of precum that had already formed across his crown.  

Elle pulled back slightly, her hand still wrapped around his shaft as her free hand pressed flat against Sirez's chest, pushing him back against the arm of the couch.  Her fingers splayed across his chest as she bowed her head down, her body sliding back down along the couch a bit.  She parted her lips and exhaled a small bout of breath against the sticky crown, her lips forming together and puckering to press a soft kiss to the bottom of his cockhead.  Sirez dropped a hand to her hair, his fingers lacing through it as the pads of his fingers rubbed the stubble of the shaved parts of her head, holding her bangs from her face.  Elle stared up at him, the swollen tip of his cock pressed against her puckered lips, planting small, soft kisses against it.  Sirez stared down at her, “Couldn't wait to put my dick in your mouth, hm?”  He teased her, winking at her quickly as he watched.  She curled her lips into a grin, the corners visible from behind his swollen tip, “I don't have it in my mouth, Sir.  Not yet.”  She retorted, flicking her tongue out to quickly flutter it across the bottom of his crown, then sliding her tongue back between her lips, “I hope you're ready.”  She cast a playful warning at him, and before he even had time to form a witty retort, her lips parted and she swallowed the first few inches of him, the flare of his cockhead vanishing behind red lips.  

Sirez's fingers flexed in her hair, a quick exhale of breath forcing from between his lips laced with a slight groan, watching her cheeks cave in as she sucked the tip of his cock forcefully, slowly bobbing her head to work it in and out of her mouth.  Elle's tongue fluttered and rolled against the bottom of his shaft, her eyes locking onto his as she sank her mouth further down the length of him, swallowing more of his thick girth.  She slurped against his skin, audibly sliding her lips up and down the length of him, sucking her lips tight as she slid up, then relaxing them slightly as she pushed him back into her mouth.  Sirez dropped his mouth open slightly, making a slight noise of pleasure as he continued to watch her suck him off.  She was voracious about it, incredibly eager to take as much of him as she could.  Elle slid her tongue down the length of his shaft and her lips paused at the midpoint around him.  She relaxed her throat and began to push down on him, forcing the swell of his cockhead into her throat.  Her eyes squeezed shut as she continued to force more of him into her throat, until Sirez heard and felt a muffled cough around his length, feeling her throat trying to reject him.  Elle quickly pulled him from her mouth, strands of saliva linking his cock to her tongue as she took a few slow breaths, and with that she closed her lips back around him and resumed bobbing her head up and down in his lap.  

Establishing that she wasn't going to be able to throat all of him, Elle gripped his base with her right hand, giving the last few inches of his dick short pumps as her mouth worked the rest of it, slurping noisily up and down his length.  Sirez felt his balls tensing up in his sack, his cock throbbing against her tongue as she continued to milk his orgasm from him.  After several moments of her bobbing up and down in his lap, Elle popped his cock from her lips with a wet noise, her hand stroking the length of him now as her head dipped lower, her free hand lifting his balls to her lips as she sucked one of them into her mouth.  Sirez flexed his fingers against her scalp, “Oh... shit!”  He groaned out from behind gritted teeth, relaxing again to pant out quietly.  He felt her tongue rolling across the testicle she held captive between her lips, before popping her mouth off of it and giving the other a similar treatment.  She could feel the tension in his sack.  He was close, and Elle wanted it.  She wanted all of it.  Elle slid back up slightly, her hand still stroking quickly across his slick shaft as her eyes scanned across his face, staring up at him.  Sirez met her gaze, watching her part her lips again and slide her tongue out across her lower lip, “Ahhhh...” Elle moaned as she stuck her tongue out, resting the bottom of his cockhead against the tip of her tongue.  Sirez dug his fingers into the couch as his balls released tension, “Fuck!  Cumming!”  Sirez shouted, and true to his word, the first thick spurt of cum shot across her tongue, streaking into the depths of her mouth.  Elle groaned heatedly as she continued to pump her hand up and down across his throbbing erection, working his orgasm out of him.  

Sirez's body quivered as she jacked him off, the last of the thick shots coating across her tongue, her lips closing around the very tip of his crown and sucking firmly as she slowly squeezed her hand up him, getting as much of his cum as she could in her mouth.  Sirez could hear her throat working as she swallowed his load down, rolling her tongue across her lips as she slowly continued to pump his sensitive cock between her fingers, her lips curling into that familiar impish smile.  Sirez panted quietly, his eyes sliding open to stare down at her, “You... suck dick... like a champ.”  He panted out to her, laughing breathlessly.  She giggled a bit too, giving his cockhead another small little kiss.  Sirez slid his hand through her hair, petting along it as he shifted it down to her shoulder.  He applied pressure and pushed her against the back of the sofa, sliding down to the floor on his knees in front of her.  Elle blinked in confusion, following him with her eyes as his fingers worked at her pants, unzipping them and starting to pull them from her hips.  She lifted them to assist him in removing her pants, his hands sliding them down her legs and pulling them from her.  Sirez's thumbs hooked into the waist of her thong, sliding it from her as well, his hands then parting her thighs, palms pressing flat against the inside of them.  Elle's face flushed again.  He was staring at her; staring at her soaked, bald pussy.  

Sirez licked his lips slowly, flicking his gaze up to her for a moment, before he leaned forward and began to rub his lips across her slick folds, the tip of his nose bumping against her clit as he dragged his lips upward from the bottom of her slit.  She quickly raised one of her hands to her face, her lips curling to allow her to bite down against her index knuckle as she felt Sirez's tongue press against her folds and slowly stroke the length of her.  “Oh god... oh god it feels so fucking good...”  She moaned, her head tilting back to press against the back of the couch as her free hand slid down to the top of Sirez's head, her fingers folding to grip his mohawk and keep his head right where it was.  Sirez stroked his tongue against her folds, licking up to her clit where he sucked against it lightly, closing his lips around it and folding his tongue against her.  He lightly pinched her clit with his teeth, giving it a gentle tug which elicited a sharp yelp from Elle as she squirmed above him.  “Fuckfuckfuck!  Oh fuck!” She screamed, grinding her wet pussy against his face as Sirez's tongue whipped back and forth against her, spreading her folds open and flexing the tip of his tongue to prod it against her entrance.  Elle folded her legs against his cheeks, her ankles crossing against his back and pressing against it, “Sirez!  Don't stop!  Don't fucking stop!  I wanna cum!  I wanna cum for you!” She cried out, and before too much longer, Sirez felt her body tense up and her thighs pressed tight against his cheeks.  Elle tossed her head back and cried out, her hips jerking forward as she squirt against his tongue, staining his lips and his cheeks.  Sirez stilled his tongue, feeling her hips quivering against him in the aftershocks of her orgasm.  He gently cleaned her up, stroking his tongue across her folds causing Elle to hiss from how sensitive she was.  

Pulling back from her, Sirez started to rise his posture up, only to have both of her hands pressed to his chin and pulling him up to her.  Elle pressed her lips to his with a fiery passion, humming against his lips as Sirez returned her heated kiss.  Slowly, they both broke the kiss, Elle still panting quietly from her orgasm.  “I guess you liked it then?”  Sirez stated the painfully obvious with a wry grin.  Elle stared back at him with slightly glassy eyes, “Fuck me.”  She panted out with an almost urgent need.  “Fuck me!”  She locked her ankles around him, her heels digging into his ass as her arms wrapped under his arms and her hands pressed to his back.  Sirez gripped the base of his shaft and pressed the tip of his cock against her slick heat, slowly rubbing up and down along her slit.  Elle bit down on her lower lip as she whimpered, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and raking outward to his shoulders.  Pressing the tip of his cock against her sensitive clit, Sirez slowly began rubbing back and forth against her, causing Elle to rock her hips back against him.  Her eyes met his, her desire laid bare in her eyes.  He smiled at her, and as she weakly smiled back, Sirez began to press the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance, forcing her open to accommodate his girth.  

Elle's smile quickly faded to a mixture of slight pain and incredible pleasure, her nails digging deeper into his back, almost puncturing the fabric of his shirt.  He continued to slowly press into her, until the tip of him sank inside of her, Elle's heels digging into his ass, encouraging him to continue to push into her.  Sirez gripped the back of the couch, his hands on either side of her as he pushed the rest of his inches into her, bottoming out against her as his balls pressed against her ass.  She held her lip between her teeth, a high pitched series of whimpers leaving her as Sirez slowly rocked his hips against her, starting to slide back until just the tip was inside of her, then pushing back into her.  Building a steady rhythm, he began to buck his hips against her, Elle's lithe body rocking underneath him from the steadily increasing impact of his thrusts.  She squeezed his thick cock inside of her, feeling it throb as he speared her over and over again.  Sirez lowered his gaze, watching his dick sliding in and out of her tight canal, listening to the lewd, wet noises their fucking created.  He panted out a short moan, practically slamming his hips down against her, pushing Elle into the cushions with the impact of his thrusts.  She continued to claw at him, her body all yielding to his heavy thrusts, her tits rippling beneath her shirt as she rolled her hips against him, eagerly accepting his firm thrusts.  “S-Sirez...!  Oh fuck, it's so fucking big!  Tear me apart!  Don't stop fucking me, please!  Mmmn...!”  Elle cried out in ecstasy and before she knew it, she was over the edge again.  She squealed at the top of her lungs as Sirez bottomed out against her, rolling his hips into her and pressing the tip of his cock against her g-spot, rubbing against it.  

Her inner walls rippled and squeezed him as her orgasm rolled over her body in a wave, her entire body quivering as she panted with sharp bursts of noise.  Sirez slowed his thrusts to help her ride out her orgasm, watching Elle as she squirmed beneath him, but she quickly shook her head, “Faster... faster... I want it...”  She panted out, pushing her hips against him.  He obliged her, building back up to his previous pace, feeling his balls tingling as his cock throbbed inside of her quivering, slick walls.  Sirez dropped one of his hands to the hem of her shirt, gripping it firmly in his fingers and pulling it up over her breasts, watching them bounce freely with his heavy thrusts.  His hand rested on her shoulder as he continued to plow into her, slamming his throbbing shaft into the depths of her.  “Elle... I'm...” Sirez murmured through clenched teeth, a moan cutting his sentence short.  Elle nodded her head quickly a few times, silently acknowledging him as she continued to squeal and pant.  He felt his balls tense up as he continued to slam into her, until he felt her squeeze him again, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”  Elle cried out as both of her hands quickly grabbed the back of the sofa, digging her nails into it as her back arched harshly, her entire body quivering as she came on his cock again.  Sirez curbed his own release for as long as he could, until he was at his limit.  He pulled from her quivering depths and gripped his shaft, quickly stroking his hand back and forth across the slick skin.  He grunted and gasped, followed by a thick exhale as he released his load onto her stomach.  A powerful, errant streak of cum spattering on her right breast as the rest painted her stomach, drops of it oozing across the contours of it.  

They both panted with eyes closed, beads of sweat rolling down their temples as they savored the moment, enjoying the blissful aftermath.  Sirez slowly opened his eyes, staring down at Elle and her cum stained stomach.  “You drive me fucking crazy...”  He groaned to her with a smile.  She laughed weakly, running an index finger through his cum before bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.  “Mind if I... wash up?”  She quietly asked, the tip of her finger still pressed to her lower lip.  “Absolutely.  Then come straight to bed, CPO Leovir.”  Sirez teased her once again, which she retorted with a small, mock salute.