Out of Bight, Out of Mind

Chapter Six

She startled awake at the feel of a pair of warm lips and a tongue between her legs. After confirming she was still snuggled against Caph, she reached down to find Ford.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her head. He looked up at her without bothering to stop what he was doing.

“Carry on, soldier,” she teased as she let her head drop back onto her pillow.

Caph rolled onto his side and took one of her breasts into his mouth. She wanted to protest, to tell them she was tired and sleepy and drunk and there was no way in hell she’d get over again. But the hot, sweet pull of Caph’s lips on her nipple, combined with Ford’s tongue on her clit, robbed her of speech. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access.

Caph palmed her other breast. Emi let out a satisfied moan as her body responded. Her body started a climb toward release, then hung up, unable to get over. She was about to pat Ford on the head and tell him to stop when he slipped two, then three fingers into her wet cunt. Caph in turn used his teeth on her nipple, and the sharp bite of pain, combined with the fullness in her pussy, did the trick. Her back arched and she fisted the sheets as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Before she’d even finished recovering from that, Ford had climbed between her legs and started fucking her.

“That’s it, baby,” he said. “You just let us take care of you.” She wanted to answer him, but then Caph sat up and shifted position, lining his reawakened cock up with her lips.

Without hesitation she opened, licking the drop of pre-cum off the head, where it had pearled at the slit.

Caph plunged a hand into her hair and held her head in place. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.

Something in her let loose, unhinging in a good way. She didn’t know if it was the booze, or her men’s talented tongues, or the taste of Caph’s cock in her mouth, or Caph slipping his free hand between her legs to play with her clit, but another orgasm rippled through her.

“Holy hell,” Ford said, “she came again. Jesus, that feels so good when she does that.”

Caph gently cradled her head in his hands and slid his cock between her lips, fucking her mouth but taking it easy on her. “If I don’t come before you’re done, one of you is getting fucked with this.”

“Ooh, pick me!” Ford quipped.

She looked up to watch Caph lean over and kiss Ford. The sight took her breath away. She lost herself in the bubble of emotions boiling over from both men, spilling onto her like a sweet, beautiful wave. And the way Caph’s erection grew harder and hotter against her tongue made her think Ford wasn’t going to get his wish.

Until she felt him coming.

Her eyes popped open as Caph made her relinquish his member. “Stay right there, both of you,” he ordered.

The commanding hint in his voice thrilled her. Then Ford was kissing her, even as his cock grew limp inside her. She didn’t have time to wonder where Caph had disappeared to, because Ford kept her more than busy with his tongue.

A moment later, the end of the bed dipped and Ford let out a loud moan. His head limply fell to her shoulder as he rocked his hips against her. “Oohhh, fuck yeah,” he mumbled.

If she cocked her head, she could see Caph kneeling behind him, working lube into Ford’s ass. And already his cock was growing hard again. When Ford quit moving, holding still, she knew Caph was sliding his delicious cock deep up his tight channel.

And the groan the larger man let out confirmed it.

“He hard again, baby?” Caph asked her.

“Uh-huh!”

He lightly slapped Ford’s ass. “What are you waiting for? Get moving.”

Ford’s teeth grazed her shoulder as he lightly bit down, but his hips started rocking, slowly at first, then gaining speed until he was fucking himself back and forth between her pussy and Caph’s cock.

Emi drew her knees up, giving Ford better access and enjoying the way her swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against his body at the bottom of every stroke. Not enough to get her over, but enough to revive her interest in maybe trying for one more.

“That’s it,” Caph encouraged, his voice sounding strained. She could tell he was holding back, struggling against a dam about to explode. “Hurry up, buddy.”

Ford pushed up on his arms for traction, and the whole bed shook as he seesawed between them.

She grabbed his head and kissed him and that was all it took to shove him over the edge. She swallowed his moans and felt her heart leap with the feel of his orgasm spiraling through him, soon followed by Caph.

As the three of them collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty tangle, Ford lifted his head so he could look at her. “Hiya.”

She giggled. “Hiya.”

They were all startled by the sound of clapping. They looked over to see Aaron leaning against the wall next to the door, a grin on his face and a huge bulge tenting his trousers. Another suitcase sat on the floor next to him.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Caph said.

He laughed and pushed off the wall to walk over to the bed. “No, because you three were busy coming.”

Emi faked a pout. “I didn’t come.”

“What?” Caph and Ford said in unison.

“You most certainly have come today,” Caph said as he sat up, hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” Ford said. “I got at least two out of you.”

She still feigned poutiness. “Not that last time. You both came without me.”

Aaron smacked Ford on the ass. “Move it. Both of you go clean up.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and started working on his trousers. “I’ll take care of her. And I’ve got something she can take care of, too.”

Emi licked her lips in anticipation. When Aaron crawled into bed on top of her, he kissed her, his stiff cock rubbing between her legs. “So they didn’t take care of you, huh?”

She shook her head. “Not that last time. Well, okay, they did make me come, but that last time they came without me.”

“Want me to issue them demerits?”

She loved the wicked, playful gleam in his eyes. “Yeah. And while you’re at it, issue one to the floor, too.”

“Huh?”

“It attacked me. Rudely.”

“She’s drunk,” Caph called from the bathroom.

“Am not!” she shot back. “You said I was supernovically soused.”

He stuck his head out of the bathroom. “No, I said you were supernova-shitfaced.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.”

Waves of amusement washed off Aaron. She loved feeling that from him almost as much as she did his love and affection. “So our little doctor is drunk, huh?”

“Not as much as I was earlier,” she said. “I think I slept a little of it off.”

“So that explains the bar fight kit.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Did you want to sit here and talk, or fuck?”

She let out a yelp as he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Without further ado, he rubbed his cock between her soaked pussy lips before sinking home inside her. “What do you think?” he rumbled in her ear.

He pushed her shoulders down onto the bed, pinning her there with a hand between them. With his other, he reached around her and found her clit.

“Hey, you’re copying me,” Caph said from somewhere behind them.

“What?”

“I nailed her like that earlier.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” she moaned as she clawed at the bed.

“She’s mouthy,” Aaron said. “Someone do something about that.”

She heard a noise and looked over in time to see Caph and Ford fighting each other to climb onto the bed. Caph won, and she found herself rewarded with his only slightly stiff cock in her mouth to suck on.

Ford took the alternate track and shoved himself underneath her, finding her clit with his mouth.

Aaron withdrew his hand and grabbed her hips. “Let’s see if we can get at least one more out of you, sweetheart.”

She closed her eyes and let their hands and cocks and mouths send her flying. The three of them together, their emotions were as intoxicating to her as the drinks she’d sucked down earlier. Someone, or more than one of them, began playing with her already-sensitive nipples. Caph’s cock had apparently reached its limit, because she couldn’t get him hard again. But he still filled her mouth nicely and gave her tongue something to do.

Ford, on the other hand, went to town and had her screaming around Caph’s cock as he relentlessly pulled one more climax out of her.

“That’s…it!” Aaron grunted before falling still.

Limp, she flopped onto Ford, who finally managed to drag himself out from under her. Aaron curled up behind her on the bed, and Caph stretched out in front of her.

“I’m assuming we’re doing room service tonight,” Ford quipped from the end of the bed.

“You assume right,” Aaron said. “Why don’t you get on that. Then if you want, you can see if you can get me up again and I’ll fuck your ass for you before dinner arrives.”

Ford pumped his fist. “Yes!”

Emi wanted to kill whoever the fuck it was pounding on the walls in such an annoying, rhythmic way without pause.

THUMP-thump…THUMP-thump…

As she tried to roll over and it felt like her scalp was about to detach from her head, she realized the pounding was her pulse. She also stopped moving for fear of her limbs detaching from her body.

Someone touched her lips. “Open, babe.” Ford.

She tried, but they felt like they’d been glued together. And shoving her tongue out between her jaws to loosen them hurt like hell.

He chuckled, but her agony wouldn’t let her smack him.

A wet, cool finger touched her lips. Finally, she could get them pried apart with her tongue, which felt like it was coated with rancid polar bear fur.

Not that she knew what rancid polar bear fur tasted like, but she imagined it was something along these lines.

A straw appeared and when she managed to suck some water through it, it felt like heaven. She took a few swallows and moaned in protest when the straw disappeared.

“Hold on.” Something else touched her lips. Then the taste of mint and medicine filled her mouth. “Swallow.”

She did, barely. The straw immediately reappeared and she drank.

When the straw disappeared again, a moment later she felt the sting of a hypo in her upper arm.

Blissfully, the thumping of her pulse in her ears disappeared. And her head started to feel better. Not perfect, but good enough she could roll onto her back and force one eye open.

Ford stood next to the bed, a wry smile on his face. Behind him on the desk, she saw the bar fight kit lying open, with items on the table.

“Good morning, babe.”

She closed her eye again.

He laughed, but since she was already starting to feel more normal, she didn’t begrudge it.

“What the hell did you drink anyway?”

She carefully licked her lips. “Martian Muumuus,” she croaked.

“Oooh. Those things’ll fuck you up royally. They go down easy but last a long time, with a helluva delayed kick. How many did you have?”

She couldn’t remember exactly. She held up two fingers, added a third. Then after thinking about it, added a fourth. Most of the previous day was a blur. She remembered some achingly hot sex, and then…

Her blood ran cold at the memory of meeting the F’ahrkay in Dobros’ office. Okay, shove that thought into the background or it’ll make me puke.

He laughed. “Yeah. That’ll do it. Aar and Caph are out getting breakfast. They’re going to bring us back something. You ready for another dose?”

“Of what?”

“My own special concoction. Mint, sugar, lemon, garlic, ginger, and a few other things thrown in. Helps settle the stomach enough that the other stuff I shot you up with won’t make you puke.”

“And what was that?”

“Enough diproxin sodium to take care of a Caph-sized hangover. Although the big guy’s usually smart enough not to have four M-squareds at one time.” He helped her sit up and let her sip another shot of his minty concoction from a small oral syringe, followed by another few swallows of water.

Already, her stomach felt settled and solid, and the headache began melting away.

“You need to drink a lot of water today, babe. And no more booze. You need to flush that shit out of your system before you pile anything on top of it. Seriously, you would have been better off drinking a gallon of bourbon straight from a bottle than those M-squareds.”

“I’m getting the picture.” She took the cup of ice water from him and held it so she could sip some more.

“No, you’re not. You might be a doctor, but I’m an experienced drinker. Those things will boomerang on you in a few hours if you don’t keep up the fluids. They make those things with Castian rum. That shit will fuck you up ten ways to Sunday. This is just a temporary fix to mask the symptoms so you can function and not want to vaporize your own brain in your skull to get rid of the hangover.” He frowned. “I’m surprised Caph let you drink that much.”

“He wasn’t there for most of it.”

“Oh. Wow. You did get started early.”

She put her feet on the floor. Ford steadied her while she walked into the bathroom, then gave her a few minutes of privacy until he heard the toilet flush. He started the shower and helped her in, stepping in with her to take care of her before lathering himself.

“We’re back,” Aaron called from the room.

“Thanks,” Ford called back.

Emi winced from where she had her forehead pressed against the cool tile wall. “Shhh,” she said.

“Ah, see? It’s already trying to rebound on you. Let’s get you out of here and get some more fluids and stuff into you.”

An hour later, she’d managed to eat and hold down pancakes and scrambled eggs, and did feel better. Her three men sat there watching her eat.

She felt their concern and it both warmed her heart and annoyed the piss out of her. “You don’t have to sit there staring at me.”

“We’re not staring,” Aaron assured her. “We’re waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to fess up,” Caph said.

She stared at the remnants of her breakfast. “Okay, I can’t help what my empath senses say. I’m not happy about him being assigned to our boat. I won’t be happy about anything but him leaving for the duration of his stay. Yes, it’s childish and unprofessional, but there you have it. I will find a way to suck it up and deal with it. Happy?”

Aaron leaned in and kissed her. “All I’m asking is you do your best. And that’s the last time we’ll mention it while we’re here. Okay?”

She let out a relieved breath. “Okay. And thank you.” She looked up at Ford. “Especially thank you.”

“Why?”

“For keeping my internal organs from galloping off without me this morning.”

He smiled. “Babe, we have so much to teach you about proper drinking techniques.”