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Thrax breathed a small sigh of relief. He could hear them talking in low voices, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. More importantly, he couldn’t see them anymore, which was at least somewhat helpful for his mental state.
Andi seemed to relax some as well. She stopped trying to make him hard for a moment and just pressed her face against the side of his neck.
“Oh, Thrax…” she whispered and breathed deeply, as though she was drawing strength from his familiar scent.
Thrax did the same. Wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her warm, feminine fragrance—the scent that was at once and entirely Andi. The scent of home.
“What are we going to do?” Andi asked in a low voice. “I don’t want her to put you in that horrible milking machine!”
“Neither do I!” Thrax said. He looked down at his limp member. “I’m fucking sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“I do—it’s not easy to perform under pressure,” Andi murmured back. “It’s not your fault, Thrax—but we have to fix it somehow or…”
She trailed off but Thrax knew what she meant. If he couldn’t get it up and come for their hostess, he would either be sent to the milking pen or the two of them were going to end up in the swamp.
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” Andi drew back and looked at him anxiously. “Am I touching you the wrong way? I mean, it’s been a while for me so I’m kind of out of practice…”
“No, baby—nothing like that,” Thrax assured her. “It’s just…bad memories.” It was the closest he could come to telling her what was bothering him. “And watching what happened to that poor bastard Commander Kier didn’t help any either,” he added.
“It’s horrible what they’re doing here,” Andi agreed fervently.
“Yes, it fucking is. And I’m afraid if I come for the Panty bitch she’ll just want to keep me here,” Thrax growled. “I can’t wind up like Kier—I fucking can’t.”
“Of course not—I won’t let that happen!” Andi said fiercely. “I’ll tell her I want to sleep on her offer if she makes one and then you and I are going to get out of here tonight.” She sighed. “That doesn’t help us right now, though. I need you to think of other things—I need you to think of me, Thrax.” She stroked his cheek and looked into his eyes. “You said you fantasized about me. Would…would you like to suck my nipples again?” she asked softly.
“There’s nothing I want more,” Thrax told her honestly. “Except to know that you want me to suck them and you’re not just offering because we’re both scared to fucking death that we’ll end up in the fucking swamp.”
Andi sighed and for a moment her normally sunny expression looked defeated.
“I have to be honest, this situation isn’t exactly turning me on either,” she admitted. “But we have to do something.” She looked around the side of the chair at their hostess and Turg and a thoughtful expression came over her face. “Hey, do you think they can see us?” she murmured.
“Uh, I don’t think so.” Thrax frowned.
“Scoot the chair around so it faces the fire more,” Andi told him. “Let’s be sure.”
He did as she said, giving them more privacy. Now only the back of the chair would be visible to Pantyitch and her male-wife, who were still speaking in low voices on the other side of the large room.
“All right—now what are you up to?” he asked Andi.
“You’ll see.” Andi suddenly had a mischievous look in her big brown eyes. “I just had an idea on how to make you come and how to get us out of here.”
Thrax knew that expression on her face. It was the one she got when she was going to do something risky or possibly against regulations. He’d learned to watch her when she got that look.
“Hey, what are you thinking?” he asked, frowning suspiciously.
“This.” And Andi abruptly slid from his lap down to the floor. The green chair he was sitting on was low, putting her in the perfect position to get between his spread thighs. She looked up at him, a little smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “If you don’t want to suck me, then maybe it will help if I suck you.”
“Andi, wait—you don’t have to do that!” Thrax protested hoarsely as she bent over him.
She looked up for a moment and he saw that her pupils were dilated.
“I want to,” she murmured. “It’s kind of a fantasy of mine—I want to be in charge…want to see what it feels like to have you get hard in my mouth.”
Thrax’s breath caught in his throat at her hot words.
“Seriously?” he growled, lifting his eyebrows. “You fantasized about that?”
She shrugged a bit defensively.
