Pleasure Before Business

Chapter 4: Making New Memories

Bastila woke with a start as she orgasmed, gasping in surprise and shock. She looked down to see large fingers pumping in and out of her, a thumb vigorously stroking her clit. Stubble scraped her breast as a pair of lips sucked hard at her nipple. Waves of pleasure rocked her, swirling from the mouth suckling her, joining with the hand stroking her, until her back arched, her eyes filled with incandescent motes of light as she came.

She came back to herself as she drew in one shuddering breath after another. Sweat trickled down her scalp and forehead, and she welcomed the cool breeze from the ventilators as it blew on her body. Bastila looked down at Carth, who had moved to suckle at her other breast, patiently licking the sweat that beaded on her skin.

"Did that feel good?" he said, the vibration of his deep voice echoing into her skin.

The smirk on his face irritated her. "You know it did," Bastila retorted, with as much dignity as she could muster, considering she was naked, sweaty, and had a hand buried deep within her.

"Shh, not so loud," Carth said. His breath blew cool on her skin, and she shivered. "You'll wake her." He rumbled deep in his throat as he suckled her. "Anyone ever tell you your breasts are magnificent?"

"No," she gasped as she writhed against his fingers.

"Well, they are."

Her breathing finally slowed from shuddering gasps to even inhalations. When Carth moved back to her other nipple, leaving a trail of bite marks across her chest, she could see his enormous morning erection rising from the dark curly hair on his groin. The sight of it excited her, even as apprehension raised goosebumps on her skin.

On her other side, Revan slumbered still; Bastila could not help feeling the usual jealousy as she looked at her beautiful face, her perfect body, her large breasts. Scars crisscrossed the other woman's body, but they did not detract at all from her beauty. Bastila felt suddenly empty and hollow, for all the pleasure Carth still elicited from her breasts and the fingers he still had inside her.

Bastila leaned down, running her hand through the coarse hair on his chest, raking her nails against his flat nipples. She smiled when she heard his sharp inhalation, and felt his stomach clench as she drew her fingers over the hard muscle.

He withdrew his hand from her, ignoring her gasp, and grabbed her wrist in a tight grip; his fingers were shiny with her come. "What're you doing, Bastila," he breathed into her stomach.

"I... I want you," Bastila answered, hating herself for the trembling in her voice as well as her inner walls. "Isn't that why I'm here in your bed, Carth?" She pulled away from him, feeling the emptiness inside her widening into an endless abyss.

I was a fool to stay here... he must be laughing at me, to see how far I've fallen--to see how desperate I am. Bastila bit her lip as the night's memories came rushing back. Oh, great Force that sustains us all--what have I done?

Carth grabbed her arm when she began to sit up and pulled her back down. "Bastila, wait, don't go." He reached up, touching the tears that escaped from under her eyelids.

Bastila turned her head away, ashamed she had lost control to such an extent, but he caught her chin with his strong fingers. She could smell her own musky scent still on his hand. Then she felt his lips pressing against hers in a gentle kiss, and she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He crushed her against his chest as if he, too, couldn't control himself. She could taste herself, the faint bitterness of caffa, and the wine they had drank last night.

When Carth lifted his head, breathing heavily, he whispered, "You've got the wrong idea, Bastila. I want you just as much you want me."

He took her hand and pulled it to his groin; she swallowed as she touched his large, thick cock, marveling again at the texture and size as she explored him; the heat of his body was scalding. It was clear from his low moans and agitation that her touch excited him.

"Then why did you stop me?" Bastila asked, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice. She could feel herself growing wet again as she stared at him, growing more and more excited and needy as she felt and watched him respond to her touch. This power over a man was something she was unfamiliar with, but it was something she was beginning to relish despite her ignorance.

"Keep touching me like that and I'll come all over you," Carth growled as he took hold of her hands and pulled her arms up above her head. He inhaled a shuddering breath. "I just want you to think carefully about this, even if you may want me to make love to you that way. Although right now I want you so much I'm about to explode."

"What is there to think about?" she asked as she pressed her breasts against his hard chest, enjoying the way his hair rubbed against her nipples. His cock pressed into her stomach, searing her skin.

He groaned hoarsely, but his dark brown eyes were serious. "Not many women can handle a man my size--at least not at first. I can't promise you it won't hurt a little."

If she refused now, Bastila knew she would regret it for the rest of her life. "Yes, Carth, I want it. I want you. Please."

"Last chance to say no," Carth said, pressing his forehead against hers. She could see lust and need battling worry in his eyes. "Think about it, Bastila. I know... I know Malak hurt you--I've heard the stories. I don't want our lovemaking to bring back bad memories."

Bastila had to close her eyes to hold back her tears. "You call it lovemaking, Carth--and that makes all the difference in the galaxy." She opened her eyes. "Make me forget. Please. I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

She had never begged so much in her life, not even for Malak to stop the pain.

Carth closed his eyes, his free hand fisting in the sheets. "I should say no. I should wait until we can do this right--until... until you're settled in." A muscle in his jaw jumped as he opened his eyes. "A woman like you deserve better than a beat-up old soldier--you deserve flowers, fine meals and jewels."

He vented a strangled groan and thrust his hips into the mattress, his knuckles turning white. "But Force help me, I can't resist." His grip on her wrists tightened. "Having you here, naked and wet and ready, is more than I can take. Forgive me."

Bastila stared into his eyes, feeling a fierce feminine satisfaction. A primal part of her she never knew existed was gratified that she inspired such depth of feeling from a man.

"There is nothing to forgive. And I beg to differ about you being a 'beat-up old soldier'--you are neither old nor beat up."

Carth's lips curved in a lopsided smile. "What about the flowers, fine meals and jewels?"

"Later--right now, all I want is you."

"All right. All right," Carth breathed against her lips, his voice raspy and hoarse. He let go of her hands, letting her twine her fingers in his hair as he kissed her. She nearly wept at the gentleness.

"We'll make new memories, okay?" A sharp gasp escaped her lips when he slipped his fingers inside her, pushing much deeper than he had before.

"W-what are you doing?" Bastila clutched at him when she felt him touch her in a place high in her body.

Carth looked at her, his brown eyes dark with arousal. "Can you feel where I'm touching you?" When she nodded, he went on, "There's a space back there, just above here--" he stroked her inner muscle "--that I'll push into. That's the only way I'll be able to fit into you."

The place he touched inside her seemed to burn, fanning her desire higher. "What of it?" she choked out.

"Just letting you know." Carth pulled his hand out, and licked the fluid that coated his fingers. "Still think you're ready?"

"Yes." Bastila tried to sound sure of herself, but he was no doubt able to feel her trembling.

Carth sat up on his knees, his thick cock in its nest of hair bobbing at the motion, the sight of it distracting her. He turned her around so that her back pressed against his muscular chest, his body hair abrading her skin like his stubble had to her cheeks when he kissed her. His massive erection slid through her labia from the base to the tip; the heat of it made her shiver with anticipatory pleasure. Bastila saw him reach over to the table next to the bed and grabbed the bottle of oil he had used last night.

"Is that necessary?"

"Maybe not, but it'll make things easier," he said, his deep voice rumbling against her back. In a softer voice Carth added, "I want to do everything I can to keep from hurting you, to make you feel good."

There was a clink, the smell of the oil reaching her nose, then she felt his slick fingers thrusting deep within her. "Good, you're still nice and wet..."

Bastila tightened her fingers on the headboard, gasping as she felt the large crown of his cock poised at her entrance, his hot skin scorching her where he parted her labia. Sweet powers of the Force, his size was shocking. She realized she was at the entire mercy of this man, who could break her into pieces if he wished it.

He could hurt her as badly as Malak had.

"Relax, Bastila, I won't hurt you," Carth whispered in her ear, his breath stirring her hair as he stopped pushing himself into her.

How had he known of her fear?

Turning her head, she buried her face into his warm neck and felt him freeze in surprise, then relax. Bastila could feel him restraining himself from plunging further into her in the tiny tremors of his rigid body.

Carth drew back, his stubble scraping her cheek as he stared into her eyes, and Bastila saw the war raging in the dark brown orbs; he wanted to--needed to--continue with his entire being, but he would not. He wrapped his arms around her and tilted his head to kiss her, his embrace full of tenderness, assuring her without words that he would not hurt her.

I could tell Carth to stop now, and he will--he won't be happy about it, but he will.

That by itself gave her the courage to whisper against his lips, "Don't stop, Carth."

Naked longing blazed in his eyes, sending a jolt to the burning ache between her legs. Carth took away one hand, caressing her down her back; then she felt round blistering heat swirling and surging between her labia, barely pushing into her, then withdrawing. He matched the tiny motions of his cock to his tongue in her mouth.

The teasing was relentless and merciless; Bastila arched her back involuntarily to catch and hold him, but always he would pull away out of reach. Moisture welled inside her, trickling down in response.

I am indeed at his mercy.

"Carth, please..." Bastila barely recognized the voice that pleaded him for she knew not what, to stop entirely--or to give her what she knew only he could give.

"Shh," Carth whispered, his breath puffing against her face, and then he pressed harder, until the molten heat of the head slid between her wet labia it had teased and was inside her.

She did her best to relax, the familiar Jedi discipline--oh, the irony!--helping her untense muscles she had not known were stiff, but it was impossible not to squirm and wriggle as her flesh strained to open for his passage. Her body protested at the invasion, even as she longed to feel the entirety of his huge cock fully inside her.

At first it felt not only a little painful, but awkward. But like a lightsaber exercise, it had its own rhythm and pattern, and when she found it, the pleasure soon overwhelmed the pain. When she arched and bucked back, Carth thrust, creating their own dance.

His hands squeezed and fondled her breasts, pulling and twisting at her hard, sensitive nipples, until she balanced on the edge between pleasure and pain. Then he reached down to touch and massage her clit, until she had to tear her mouth away from his and arch against him, taking more of him into her.

"Damn, you sure are tight..." Carth breathed as he pushed and withdrew, pushed and withdrew in slow, short increments. The teasing motion was driving her mad. "I've still got more to give you, Bastila."

"Give it to me, give all of it to me," she moaned, her hips bucking against his groin, desperate to feel something that could fill the emptiness inside her, desperate to take all of him into herself. His cock felt as large as a tree between her legs--perhaps it was enough. Even with the oil it was difficult.

"Can't rush this," Carth groaned, easing more of himself into her. His fingers stroked her clit more urgently, and she rubbed and pressed herself against his hand, feeling the elusive power of an orgasm beginning to build.

"Come for me."

The words, the feel of his breath against her ear, his teeth as they nipped the skin of her neck, the pinches of her sensitive nipples, tipped her over. White light filled her vision as she came, and she felt Carth thrust deeper and deeper into her to the rhythm of the pulsing inside her. The size of him pushed her legs wider, and she had to lean against the headboard for balance.

"My personal record is bringing a woman to orgasm five times before I come," Carth whispered in her ear as she gasped for breath in the wake of her climax. His words conjured another gathering wave of pleasure, mixed with her irritation at his smug confidence and boast.

But his words reminded her that he was no Malak... he gave as much or more pleasure as he took. Carth derived just as much joy and satisfaction as she did from her orgasms, not by taking what he wanted against her will.

"Perhaps you will break that record today," Bastila said, taking in one shuddering breath after another. She felt she was about to be split in two by the fiery hot cock thrusting into her. She had no idea the calm, cool soldier had so much passion in him.

"Maybe I will," Carth growled, beginning to push in and out of her in long, strong strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her swollen labia. He surprised her by withdrawing almost completely; she nearly protested at that when he rammed against her, his cock suddenly filling her again in one powerful thrust. At the same time, his fingers pinched her nipple and clit hard, and once more he drew another orgasm from her.

Bastila's whole body shook with the force of her climax, and still Carth surged against and within her, the heat of his body burning her from neck to buttocks, his cock from her labia to her heart.

"Can you feel me?" Carth's hoarse voice sounded in the roaring of her ears. "Can you feel all of me?" He had stopped moving after one of those powerful, abrupt empty-to-full thrusts. He flexed, shifting so that she felt him against a different area inside her. It nearly blew her mind away.

"Yes," she said, wondering how she could still take air into her lungs, how she could still comprehend language.

"Damn, you feel so good," Carth groaned. "I've wanted you for so long--all I want to do is ram myself into you again and again like a mindless beast in heat."

She felt as if the size of him had pushed all of her internal organs into a tiny, cramped space; all she felt was his hot flesh, filling all the empty places in her soul, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

Bastila cried out when there was an almost physical jolt as the head of his cock penetrated that mysterious pocket within her. The friction of him scraping over that inner ridge flooded her with pleasure; she could feel a new wash of come easing the way for him.

"I'm in you up to my balls," he crooned, and she noticed for the first time that his breathing sounded like an overtaxed ventilator. "Ask me how it feels to be so deep inside you I don't know where I end and you begin."

"How does it feel?" Bastila said obediently, still struggling to accommodate him as she squirmed against his hand, her inner muscles pulling him even deeper into her.

"It feels great. You're so tight and wet... I stopped because you felt so good, I almost came." He bit down hard on her earlobe, timing it with another deep stroke, and she came again.

She called his name as her world exploded into a supernova; nothing existed except the feel of him emptying and filling her, pushing and withdrawing. She clenched hard around him, barely hearing his labored breathing and soft groans. His hand squeezed her breast tightly, and his thumb pumped into a spot she hadn't expected; only a thin wall separated the pressure of his cock and the friction of his finger.

"Not gonna last long, Bastila," Carth breathed as he took her by the hips, his fingernails digging into her skin. He began thrusting more and more quickly, the slaps of his balls against her wet flesh sounding loud against her ears.

"Then come for me, Carth," she moaned as he battered her body with his own.

"Oh, hell--"

The friction of his cock inside her and against her labia wrung another orgasm from her, and she felt pummeled by his thrusts and by the waves of pleasure that crashed into her. Moisture began to trickle down her inner thighs as he came, his come spilling out with every stroke. Carth took her breasts in his hands to pull her against him with every push and withdrawal, his body shaking with the power of his own climax, filling her with hot washes of seed.

It seemed to take a long time for him to stop coming, but Bastila milked Carth for every drop as her inner walls sucked his cock as hard as he had sucked her nipple earlier. He finally stilled, leaning his chin on her shoulder as he panted, the stubble scratching her skin pleasantly. Bastila's arms were framed by his muscular ones, his large, callused hands resting on hers. He was still buried deep within her, and she did not want him to withdraw.

With her back cradled against his hard, warm chest, Bastila felt content, as she had not for a very long time. She still remembered what Malak had done to her, but the hot, caring, passionate lovemaking she had just shared with Carth seemed to diminish a little the memory's immediacy, its power.

The ventilator quickly dried the sweat from her skin, and she became aware of the ache in her knees and the soreness of her labia for the first time; it felt like waking from a dream. But the pressure of his arms as Carth embraced her told her it was no night fantasy--this was real.

Carth lifted her unbound hair and pressed his lips against the back of her neck. "Did that feel good?"

Bastila shivered at the touch of his breath on her skin. "Very good. Wonderful." She turned her head so that she could see him; his face was covered with a sheen of sweat. "Thank you."

"No need for thanks. I enjoyed it as much as you did." Carth gathered her in his arms and pulled her down. He turned her head to face him.

She blew out a sharp breath as he began to withdraw his heat; her inner walls rippled and tried to grab onto him as he escaped her. His face worked and twitched as he felt her need to hold him back inside, but his eyes bored into hers, as if her expression were a mirror reflecting her most private wants. Their mingled come spilled down her thighs and onto the sheets.

Without him inside her, she felt bereft...

But not as empty as before.

"Taste," he said as his fingers scooped up some of the liquid and touched her lips.

Tentatively, Bastila licked his fingers, and tasted the saltiness of his seed mixed with her more sweet and musky flavor.

Carth cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her skin in hypnotic circles. "How long has it been?"

Bastila did not have to ask what he was referring to. She dropped her eyes to his lips, suddenly ashamed to confess no one had touched her in so long.

The lips she stared at approached, puckering as he kissed her forehead. It felt like some sort of benediction. "Don't be ashamed of wanting to love--and be loved--Bastila. Even a Jedi needs someone to hold. Tell me."

"Suffice to say it has been a... very long time," Bastila whispered. "You both are the first I have... been with in six years."

Understanding dawned in his eyes. His arms tightened around her; tears slipped out from under her eyelids as she felt his love through the Force, wrapping her in a warm cocoon.

Carth's soft lips kissed the tears away. "I'm honored. That means a lot to me--and to Revan."

She turned her head at a motion in the corner of her eyes, and was shocked to see Revan's emerald gaze staring back at her.