Pleasure Before Business

Chapter 7: A First Lesson in the Cockpit

"I am sure I will enjoy every moment," Bastila managed to choke out.

"We'll make sure of it," Revan said from behind her, startling Bastila. She slipped her hands down the neck of Bastila's tunic.

"Revan, what are you..." Bastila breathed as the other woman's warm hands slid down the sides of her breasts. She had not put her bra back on. "Carth, I am... I am too sore for any more of your antics."

Carth leaned forward again and grasped Bastila's chin. Her lips parted when he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth while his stubble scraped her cheeks; he tasted strongly of caffa, a flavor she never would have considered to be so evocative of sensual pleasures.

"Revan has some amazingly effective herbal concoctions that'll take care of that," his voice rumbled against her lips.

Bastila looked down, unsurprised to see the huge tented bulge that stretched the fabric of his trousers. The memories of him grinding into her, the way he looked fully erect and covered with come flashed into her mind with vivid clarity.

What did surprise her was the damp spot on the front of his trousers--that must have happened before Revan had come in... while they had been speaking of his past--and her future.

Only words, but apparently they were enough to arouse him. But still, doubts circled in her mind. Was this love... or was it only lust?

"I don't think that's what Carth has in mind, Bastila," Revan whispered into her ear. "There're other ways for us to pleasure you--and for you to pleasure us."

He pulled away from her, his eyes half-lidded, hiding the hot glitter of need. Bastila did not resist as Revan pulled her tunic off, exposing her torso. She almost felt Carth's gaze as a palpable weight as his eyes trailed down her face to her neck, then resting on her breasts as he examined the bites around and on the swollen nipples.

Instead of feeling embarrassed or mortified by his scrutiny, Bastila felt hot all the way down to her toes as Carth watched Revan kneading and squeezing her breasts. As if the other woman were putting Bastila's breasts on erotic display. The soldier's lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick them, as though he wanted to devour her nipples.

Bastila remembered what he said this morning. Watch and learn, Bastila--I've wanted to see your pretty lips wrapped around me since the first time I saw you.

Carth sat back, lounging in his chair with feline grace, with a fell cat's relaxed sense of power lying underneath his calm facade. It was clear to Bastila that he was waiting for her to take the initiative.

The choice of whether or not continue was up to her to decide; whatever she wanted, he would abide. Bastila realized she had the power to deny him his pleasure--or help bring it about.

The thought was quite arousing.

She reached out and ran her finger around the collar of his jacket, feeling the warm skin of his neck. Then Bastila ran her hands slowly down his chest, popping the fasteners open. The hard, chiseled muscle of his torso was revealed as she pulled his jacket apart, and her eyes feasted on the wiry hair that covered him, narrowing and thickening down his abdomen, disappearing into his trousers. When Carth began to shrug his jacket off, Bastila stopped him.

"Keep it on." There was something undeniably sexy about the sight of it draped on his naked torso.

He raised an eyebrow at this request, but obeyed and said nothing.

Bastila discovered Carth wore no underwear when she tried to undo his trousers, having some difficulty because his erection was in the way. A groan escaped him when she had to squeeze the hard, massive bulge down, until finally she pulled the waistband away.

Revan's breasts pressed warm against her back as Bastila knelt between Carth's legs. She stared at the huge cock that had escaped the confines of his trousers, the tip of the thick, bulbous knob already covered with a sheen of seed. The soldier's musky, masculine odor drifted up to her nostrils, combining with the sight to cause her inner walls to clench.

With hands that trembled slightly, Bastila reached in and grasped his heavy scrotum, so large it filled the palm of her hand, pulling it out to frame the base of his cock. His hands gripped the armrests until his knuckles turned white as she squeezed his testicles. Revan's hand kneaded her breasts, her other pushing into her trousers until her fingers found her clit.

Reflexively, Bastila tightened her grip on his cock when Revan pushed her fingers into her, disturbing the kolto she had applied. Carth's patience finally broke; he reached out and grabbed Bastila's braids.

"Bastila..." he growled, his voice a hoarse rasp. Bastila could hear his other hand clenching on the armrest until it creaked.

She whimpered when Revan pumped her fingers in and out of her. "Uh-oh, Carth's starting to get grumpy," Revan murmured.

"I'm gonna be more than just grumpy in a minute..." Carth let go of Bastila's hair and settled back, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

"You teased me terribly last night," Bastila said as she traced one of the larger veins striating his cock with a fingernail. "Am I not allowed to retaliate?"

He sucked air into his nostrils. "Didn't I make it up to you this morning?"

"I must admit it was a wonderful way to wake up..." Bastila leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the indentation on the tip, and was gratified to hear him hiss. His seed had a salty tang that intrigued her, so she licked the knob several more times; his low groans rewarded her efforts.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Bastila did her best to take his cock into her mouth. His hand fisted in her hair again, holding her head still as he groaned. Revan whispered advice into her ear, though her fingers distracted Bastila more often than not.

Bastila relaxed her throat muscles as best she could and tried to swallow more of him. He felt entirely different when she was taking him in her mouth than when he was making love to her this morning. His skin was soft and hot, but it surrounded a hard, burning core. His hips thrust, trying to push more of himself into her, even as Revan pumped her hand into Bastila and pinched her clit.

The groan she dragged out of Carth was full of frustrated need when she took her mouth away. The hand holding her braids jerked as he tried to make her continue. Bastila turned her head and bit the inside of his forearm, hard enough to make Carth let go. When she looked up at him, she expected to see anger at being thwarted, but instead he looked amused, a wicked flame dancing in his eyes.

"You're not gonna show me any mercy, are you?" he growled, placing his bitten arm back on the armrest.

"I will show you exactly as much as you showed me," Bastila demurred.

She leaned down and dragged her tongue from his balls up to the tip. Plasteel creaked as he wrenched the arms of his chair, his body shaking. Again she engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth, and try as she might, she could not even take more than a few inches.

Revan eased her fingers out of Bastila; she made a sound of dismay deep in her full throat at the withdrawal, but Revan slid her hand around her right flank, then trailed down between her buttocks, and buried them back into Bastila as she moved beside her.

Carth slitted his eyes as he stared down at them; Bastila wondered at what he saw. One black-haired head next to a brunette one, both contemplating the sight of his magnificent cock. His cry bounced off the walls of the cockpit when Revan licked the length of it.

He breathed heavily, his hands clutching the armrests so hard they creaked in protest. Carth managed a smirk. "I'm damned if having two gorgeous women on their knees licking me isn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

While Bastila sucked at the tight skin at the tip, Revan pushed her tongue down and mouthed his testicles. His hips jerked, thrusting more of himself into Bastila's throat, echoing the rhythm of Revan's fingers as they worked inside her. Only Jedi discipline kept Bastila from choking.

Salty seed began to trickle into Bastila's mouth as she and Revan began to work more frantically on him. Bastila stretched herself up and pushed her breasts together around his cock, never taking her mouth off him as she did so. She almost expected to see red burn marks on her tender skin from the heat of his erection.

Below her, Bastila could hear wet sucking sounds as Revan stuffed his balls between her lips and stroked him where he was not inside Bastila's mouth.

"I-I'm gonna come soon," Carth groaned, his hand pressing once more on the back of Bastila's head.

"Bastila, let me finish him off," Revan mumbled around his hot flesh.

Bastila shook her head, unable to speak with her mouth full.

"You... you s-sure you want me to come in your mouth?" Carth grated out, stammering as he tried to speak in the grip of his impending orgasm.

In her mind, Bastila could see once again the thick streams of seed spurting from his massive cock onto Revan's body. She nodded.

Carth looked oddly vulnerable as he gazed down at her, the battle to stop himself from coming raging clear on his face. She held the most private, sensitive part of him in her mouth and hands; never before had she ever held this sort of power over a man. She, Bastila Shan, made a man tremble with need. Her inner muscles and buttocks clenched on Revan's fingers and wrist at her revelation.

The ridges delineating his chest and stomach stood out starkly, his neck cording as Carth threw his head back, deafening her with his triumphant roar. His body became still, then Bastila felt the first creamy wash of seed hit the back of her throat. She stared at the soldier, fascinated by his expression of rapt pleasure as the orgasm wracked him.

Bastila pulled back, holding his cock just behind the engorged, glistening knob so that she could watch it spurting heavy jets of come onto her tongue. The sheer volume astounded her as she gulped the hot liquid again and again--no wonder so much had spilled out between her legs earlier. Some of it escaped her lips to fall onto her breasts.

The chair he sat on creaked as he fell back, his body relaxing once his orgasm had run its course. Bastila was giving his softening cock one last lick when she felt him pull her up to sit on his knee. His stubble abraded her cheeks as he slipped his tongue into her mouth instead. Revan had moved with her, and continued to thrust her fingers into her, her breasts pressing against her back once more.

Carth wrapped an arm around Bastila to steady her, his stubble scraping a trail down her neck to her chest where he began to devour her breasts. The large, lean fingers of his other hand joined Revan's, tugged her panties aside, then his thumb rubbed at her clit once more.

Bastila clutched at his shoulders to steady herself when her own orgasm crashed through her as their hands worked their magic inside her.