White Hot Holidays 23: First & Last, Page 2

  But now, looking back, she realized that she’d compared every subsequent kiss to that one. No man had come close to lighting her up the way Gideon had, damn him.

  Leaning back her head and allowing it to be cradled by the seat’s back, she let the memories of Gideon’s touch envelop her. She ground her pussy into the cushion as she recalled his cool gray eyes, eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled or laughed.

  Now, facing an arranged marriage, she wished she’d let Gideon go as far as he’d wanted. What could have happened?

  He reached for the zipper at her neck, and slowly slid it down, revealing her breasts to his intent gaze. Cool air washed over her naked flesh, and her pink nipples tightened. He covered them with his big, sinewy hands. “Oh, God, Shayna…” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful.” He squeezed the globes, pinching the tips.

  A moan escaped her lips as she palmed her breasts and imitated her fantasy lover. Her hard nipples peaked against the thin film of her Slicksuit. Desire raced to her core and her clit twitched with need. It rubbed against the Slicksuit, heightening her pleasure.

  He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, tonguing it harder, then gently closing his teeth over the aching nub. He pressed her breasts together and kissed each nipple… When his kiss intensified into a strong sucking, a fiery bliss shot from her breasts to her core.

  She gasped, feeling the heat increase and her clit throb.

  He sucked on her while his free hand insinuated itself between her legs, caressing her pussy. Even over the Slicksuit, his touch was knowing and experienced. He brought her to her first orgasm with sure strokes, holding her in a close and loving embrace.

  Tension gripped every muscle, and Shayna looked around to make sure her car was still empty before opening the slit in her Slicksuit’s crotch. She sought her pussy with needy fingers, first dipping a finger into her slit, delving for cream, then spreading it on her clit. Wanton need whipped through her body and her heartbeat sped as she imagined Gideon making love to her.

  He unzipped her Slicksuit with steady hands. It fell away, revealing her naked to a man for the first time. But she didn’t feel scared or shy. She wanted to please him, and knew she could. She reached for his zipper and drew it down, down…

  She squeezed her clit between two fingers, wondering what Gideon’s body looked like. As a teenager, he was lean but fit; all Luna’s residents were. There wasn’t enough food for anyone to be fat, and stringent requirements existed regarding work and exercise.

  No doubt Gideon had grown into a perfect specimen. He always had been handsome, and maturity would have improved his looks. He’d have broad shoulders, narrow hips, muscular legs. Did he have a big cock? Thick or narrow, straight or curved?

  Though still a virgin, Shayna and her friends sneaked around the rules by frequently indulging in oral sex. She knew the kind of cock she liked in her mouth—not too big, and if her date was thoughtful enough to shave his privates, so much the better.

  Gideon’s open Slicksuit revealed a perfect body. He’d retained his Terran tan, and a masculine mat of chest hair furred his developed pecs. She stroked his chest, marveling in the satiny softness of his skin overlaying muscle, solid as metal plates.

  She slid her fingers down his hips and tore off the Slicksuit. His cock sprang out like a live thing, with a drop of pre-come glistening on its tip. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth all the way to the root.

  With just a few strokes of her talented tongue, Gideon came, throwing back his head and crying out her name…

  Shayna thrust a finger into her pussy and moaned. Fire scorched her nerve endings as she fantasized about making Gideon come. She curved her finger, seeking her G-spot, and rubbed it while caressing her clit with her thumb.

  She was close, oh, so deliciously close, when a hiss told her that the ziptrain’s door had opened. Sharp and hot, her orgasm whipped through her. Quivering, she slouched in her seat, hoping that whoever had entered hadn’t seen what she was doing. Turning her head, she saw in the window’s reflection that a young couple had entered the car. The man was holding the woman around the waist and was gripping her breast with his other hand. Giggling, they collapsed into seats to continue their love play, apparently without seeing Shayna, who hastily closed her Slicksuit.

  She rested in her seat, letting her orgasm reverberate around her body, but her bliss was short-lived. Nothing could relax her busy brain. As wonderful as her memories of Gideon made her feel, she resented the hold that one kiss had on her imagination. She couldn’t help dreaming of Gideon Landers, fantasizing about him, and that wasn’t good.

  Now she had a shidduch. But what if she didn’t like the way this one kissed? What if he slobbered, or sucked too hard, or drew blood? How could she give herself to someone who couldn’t even kiss? What if he couldn’t match the brief moment she’d shared with Gideon? Away from New Brooklyn, her friends and family, she’d be alone with only a loveless marriage and old memories to sustain her.

  What if her only satisfaction would come from a fantasy lover?

  She dropped her face into her hands and sucked in deep breaths. You’re a moon child, she told herself. A pioneer, committed to a greater goal than your stupid happiness. If it’s to be, it’s to be. So stop whining!

  The efficient ziptrain stopped at Shayna’s destination all too soon. She’d wanted more time to contemplate her future. That she’d soon meet her husband, she had no doubt. Rivka Markowitz’s matchmaking skills were legendary.

  A map in the ziptrain showed that Farside consisted of several globular, metal domes connected by sealed Plexiplus tubes, with the ziptrain station at the hub. At least, Shayna hoped that everything was properly sealed. She adjusted the cuffs of her Slicksuit, pulling out the retractable gloves to cover her hands. Shoving her braid down her back, she lifted her transparent cowl to encase her face and head before stepping out of the ziptrain onto the platform. The suit would recycle all her bodily wastes and convert them into usable gases and liquids; the wearer could survive in the chill vacuum of the moon for several days, if necessary.

  Then she noticed she was the only person on the platform suited from head to toes. Feeling like a fool, she pushed the gloves back as a dark man standing on the platform laughed in her face.

  Shayna stiffened as she met a pair of amused gray eyes belonging to Gideon Landers.

  * * * * *

  Gideon had recognized her the moment she’d stepped off the train, though he hadn’t seen her for years. Redheads were rare but, more significantly, Shayna had made an impression on him. He often remembered when he’d pinned her down in a chair and kissed her silly. She’d seemed to enjoy it before he lost control and bit her neck. Then she’d kneed him where it counted, hard. Much later he’d realized that his eagerness had frightened Shayna, a young sixteen.

  The moon children often said Terran girls were easy, and after moving to New Brooklyn, he’d realized they were right, at least by lunar standards. Even as a teenager he’d gotten a lot more action on Earth than he ever saw on the moon, with its rigid religious culture.

  Hopefully Shayna had gotten over that incident.

  She’d grown into a knockout, a bit zaftig, maybe, but he didn’t like scrawny women. Her Slicksuit defined an hourglass body with breasts that deserved the adjective “glorious”. The air filtration system bore her scent toward him. She wore a subtle flowery fragrance that didn’t disguise the aroma of a very sexy woman.

  Her hazel eyes met his and shock blanked her face. He grinned, enjoying her discomfiture when she recognized him.

  Shayna tugged down her cowl before shooting him a long, cool look. Then a flush spread beneath the freckles dotting her creamy skin. “You’re not—you’re not—”

  “I’m afraid so. Rivka Markowitz strikes again.” He offered her his arm.

  Horror suffused her features. She apparently hadn’t forgotten that one little nibble.

  “But—but he’s dark.” She pointed at a ra
sta-haired maintenance worker. “Rivka said a dark man!”

  “Shame on you. You’d marry a shaygetz? Marlon’s a Rastafarian.”

  She blinked. He’d bet a lunar c-note she’d never heard of a rasta.

  He continued, “Besides, you’re the only carrot-top in this place, and my tarots were very clear. It’s you and me, kid.” He hauled her toward a trans-tube.

  She followed. “Why aren’t you married yet? You must be twenty-nine, at least.”

  “Thirty, and I’m flattered you remember. Officers get a special dispensation to delay marriage.”

  “Where are we going?”

  He was pleased to see how easily she fell into step with him. “To the old folks’ common room. I want you to meet my mother.”

  Shayna stopped short. “I’m not going to marry you to take care of your ema.”

  Heedless of anyone who could be watching, he spun her against the Plexiplus wall of the tube, trapping her with his body, molding her soft, warm curves against him. Twisting her braid around his hand, he eased her head back and kissed her indignant, pouting mouth until it opened and she returned the kiss. He forced one knee between her legs so she sat on his upper thigh.

  Lifting his head, he made sure the tube was empty. “I’m not marrying you for my mother’s sake,” he ground out. He’d been unbearably excited when he received Rivka’s email. Shayna Goldstein! Marrying Shayna could make his favorite erotic scenarios come to vivid life.

  Because of the lack of action on the moon, Mary Palm and her Five Fingers often had to suffice, and as he pumped his cock, his favorite fantasy was of Shayna. In his dreams she’d been a little older, more experienced, and very willing to let him have his way with her.

  And he did, often. In his imagination, he’d done Shayna every possible way in every possible position. He wondered how she’d react if she discovered she’d been his fantasy lover for years.

  “Why do you want to marry me, then?” she asked.

  “For this.” He kissed her, cupping one of her wonderful globes. Sweet heavens, she was a dream come true. He longed to feast on her breasts, push them together into a tunnel for his questing cock, and when he was done, pillow himself on them and rest…then wake up and make love to her again and again.

  Her female scent intensified, arousing him all the more. He gripped her breast with a desperate palm, then slid his other hand down her body to her hip, where he pressed her crotch against his erection, hot and hard beneath his Slicksuit. He moved, searching for the sweetest spot. When she jerked against him, he knew he’d found her clit. “Bless Rivka and her magic cards,” he murmured.

  Shayna gasped. Gideon’s strength, his male potency, overwhelmed her. Though he was her favorite fantasy, she’d forgotten his intensity, and hers, when they were together. And he was even more handsome than she remembered. He’d lost his Terran suntan, but maturity had given his face a hard angularity that was both commanding and sexy. She liked his pleasant sandalwood fragrance. Yes, it was sandalwood she remembered, and the scent brought back all her memories of how wonderful Gideon could be.

  He ground his pelvis against hers, hitting her clit on just the right spot. He rubbed his hard-on back and forth, massaging her already happy pussy toward another orgasm while he explored her mouth with his tongue, demanding and tender at the same time. She thought she’d faint, but at the same time she’d never felt so alive.

  Gideon knew he’d been the first man to kiss her and, by God, he’d be the last, her one and only lover. He didn’t stop caressing her until her body wrenched against his as she came in his arms. A delicate moisture beaded her brow.

  He kissed the sexy sweat of her release, delighted by her response. “Yes, baby, like that. Every day and every night. You and me.” When could he get her into bed? She’d come, but he was tense with need.

  She continued shaking in his arms, then sagged against the wall. “Like that? Every day?”

  “Like that, and you know, there’s a lot more.” Smiling into her beautiful hazel eyes, he hugged her close, letting her feel his arousal.

  Shayna recovered herself with a deep breath. “I know that. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m not completely inexperienced.” She shoved her hips against his, a blatant signal.

  Yes! “Really? Show me.”

  “A challenge? Interesting.” She narrowed her eyes, then pushed him against the wall before kneeling at his feet. She reached for his Slicksuit’s crotch and opened the slit with nimble fingers.

  “Ohhh, Shayna…” Gideon let his head sag against the clear Plexiplus wall, glad that no one inhabited Farside’s eternal night. Clearly Shayna was no stranger to blowjobs. Maybe New Brooklyn girls had learned a thing or two since he’d left to pursue his career.

  She started slow, teasing his cock’s tip with tiny flicks of her tongue. He throbbed, wanting to bury himself deep inside her mouth, ram all the way back to her throat. But at the same time, he wanted to experience what Shayna had to offer. What kind of a lover would she be?

  Evidently not a shy or tentative one, since she knew her way around a man’s cock. Her pink, sensuous lips wrapped around his cock head and she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. His rod got harder…he was damn close. Normally he could last a long time, but this was Shayna, his fantasy woman, and damn, she was good.

  No, she was great. She took him in all the way, then opened her mouth, allowing his cock to rest on her warm tongue while she breathed, washing the top with a blast of cooler air. The effect was electric, galvanizing, and he lost control. He grabbed her head and pushed into her throat, forcing her to take him deep. He rocked from side to side to heighten his sensations. Hot and sweating, he scrabbled at his zipper, pulling it down to cool his chest.

  About to come, he swelled in her mouth. She grabbed the base of his cock and gave him a firm pinch.

  “Whoooaaa…” It felt good, but stopped his orgasm. Gideon swore. “Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”

  Laughing, she pulled out to lick the underside of his glans. That was his most sensitive spot, and he again dug his hands into her hair, desperate to drive deep for his release.

  Damn her, she eased away again to rub her face on his balls. The soft skin of her cheeks against his tender scrotum was unbearably stimulating, and he groaned, “Please, Shayna, please…”

  She looked up at him and winked. “Okay,” she said.

  But she wasn’t going to bring him off quickly, Shayna decided. Now that she had Gideon begging, she was going to make him wait. Maybe it was unfair, but he was going to pay for that “little girl” remark he’d made years ago.

  She licked the base of his balls, than ran her tongue up his rod to the round head and rimmed it. Gideon had a gorgeous cock, not too long or too stubby, and just the right thickness for her. Dark, like him, it was straight and sexy. She imagined his cock entering her, and heat arced to her pussy as she sucked him again. Gideon’s groans increased in pitch, and he thrust his hips forward, seeking the back of her throat. Not so fast, officer, she thought. You’re mine and I’m gonna keep you right where I want you.

  She did it again, then licked his sweet cock as though he was a lollipop before taking it in. Instead of sucking, she rotated her head so that it knocked around the inside of her mouth, hitting teeth, tongue, lips and the insides of her cheeks randomly while she clenched her fist around its base.

  His cock head swelled, and she tasted the unmistakable flavor of pre-come, felt its sticky texture on her tongue.

  “Yessss…” Gideon began to come in her mouth, and she let go of him to deep throat him, bury her face in his pubic hair, smelling his good male scent, a scent she’d never entirely forgotten. She gulped, swallowed, licked her lips, pleased she’d taken all of him, everything he had to give.

  She stood and stretched, regarding Gideon with satisfaction. He was slumped against the Plexiplus wall, eyes closed, looking as though someone had whacked him over the head. His limp cock lay against his Slicksuit, and she bent to give
it a tender little kiss before tucking it back inside and sealing the slit.

  He opened one eye and looked at her, still visibly stunned.

  She winked at him. “So let’s think about getting married. Perhaps Rivka’s right.”

  “I, uh, yeah.” He roused himself and hauled away from the wall, zipping up his Slicksuit. “Of course she’s right. When has she been wrong?”

  “Never, as far as I know.”

  He reached for her and slid an arm around her waist. “Thank you.”

  She raised a brow. “For what?”

  “That was the most fantastic b.j. ever.” Reclaiming his self-control and his manners, Gideon took his hip flask and offered her a sip of water.

  “Thank you.” She sipped daintily. “So you’ll never again call me a little girl?”

  “Hell, no. Hey, let’s set a date.”

  “Maybe we’ll marry, but with one condition.” She handed back the flask.

  His smile slipped. “What’s that?”

  “I want to live in New Brooklyn.” Shayna’s mouth had taken on a mulish twist.

  He sucked in a breath. “I can’t promise that, love. I’m an officer. I have to go where I’m sent. Besides, what’s wrong with Farside?”

  “What’s right with Farside?” Pulling away, she put her hands on her hips.

  He tried not to be insulted, but he felt he and his companions had done a good job at the colony. “Farside is fascinating. It’s full of new people and new things.”

  “I want to live in New Brooklyn with my people.”

  “There are plenty of Jews on Farside,” he said with exasperation. Had she given him that blowjob with the hope of softening him up for this demand? And what the hell was wrong with her? For the first time, he doubted Rivka’s selection. As the commander’s wife, Shayna would have to mix with all kinds of people and get along with everyone. “How can you be so narrow? Can’t you give us a chance?”

  She stopped short, a pensive look stealing over her face. “I—I suppose you’re right.”