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The cantina was packed to the brim, full of people from all kinds of backgrounds mingling and drinking. Coruscant was the most diverse planet in the Galaxy, it's thousands of levels teeming with life along with crime. I sat perched on a tall stool near the bartender, scoping out the crowd to look for someone attractive enough to spend the night with. The past few weeks spent with my partner were weighing down on me, and I needed a way to blow off steam and relax before our next mission. Crosshair hated me. Not that I could blame him. We both had dominating personalities, and refused to agree upon anything when it came to strategies during our assignments.
The thought of him was enough to anger me, and I leaned over the counter to ask for a drink, making sure to flash my cleavage at the bartender. The revealing outfit left little to the imagination, and I could already feel the hungry stares from all corners of the room on me.
“Something strong.” I requested, with a flirtatious smile that would bring most men to their knees.
“First one's on me, pretty girl.” A low voice from behind me said, the timbre of his words sending a shiver down my spine.
I turned to meet the eyes of a tall, handsome man with light eyes that could charm any woman. I raised a brow and smiled before turning back to the bar to retrieve the small glass of booze and knocking it back.
“Wanna dance?” I questioned, my hands already on his broad shoulders.
“Who would deny a request from a woman as beautiful as you?” He smoothly replied, offering his hand to lead me to the dance floor.
We swayed together for a couple songs, eventually getting more and more into each other's personal space until I was practically grinding on the beautiful stranger.
Perspiration was beading on my body, and I leaned in to whisper in my dance partner's ear, letting him know that I was going to go freshen up. I strode over to the ladies’ room and quickly rinsed some water on the back of my neck to cool me down, touching up my makeup while I had the chance. I took one last look in the mirror before walking out of the refresher to return to dancing. As soon as I left the doorway, I felt something wrap itself tightly around my wrist. I whipped around to see Crosshair standing by the threshold of the doorway, leaning against the wall with a glare in his eyes that looked like it could kill.
“Get off of me.” I huffed, my mood already soured just from his unwelcome presence.
“Just throwing yourself at anyone who shows you attention?” He sneered, yanking me back towards him.
“Why do you care? Get the fuck off of me.” I practically shouted back, barely hearing myself over the loud music. Ripping myself from his rough grip, I angrily marched back over to my current interest and kissed him with so much force I thought we might fall over. Releasing him, I smiled, and danced so intimately with him that we were practically having sex in the middle of the club. I could still see Crosshair’s dark stare in the dim lighting, and I taunted him with a smirk. Deciding that I was tired of seeing him, I lightly nipped the ear of my dance partner and asked if he wanted to go somewhere private. His face lit up in a devilish smile, and he began to lead me towards the exit, clearly looking forward to what we were going to do in this private location.
Just as we reached the doorway of the exit, a dark shadow stepped in our path.
“Get off of her.” Crosshair drawled, taking his toothpick from his mouth and flicking it onto my date.
“Do you know this guy?” My date asked, annoyed and obviously bothered.
“I wish I didn't.” I grumbled, pulling my hookup behind me to get around Crosshair and finish what I came there to do. I shoved past his slender frame, not realizing that his fist was already cocked and flying towards the face of my unsuspecting partner.
“What is wrong with you!” I angrily yelled, tired of his interference when he clearly didn't want anything to do with me.
“You're coming with me.” He then crouched down and grabbed me around my ass and thighs, tossing me over his shoulder and leaving my date sprawled across the floor, cradling his face in pain.
I fought to wrestle free from his grip, but his calloused hands just clenched me tighter, almost to the point of pain. Crosshair carried me all the way to the lodging that the Republic Army had granted us, silently brooding while I hurled insults at him. Intent on making his life as difficult as possible, I made sure that I was all dead weight, trying to force him to lose his balance. Unfortunately for me, it didn’t make any difference. Once we reached the accommodations, he paused for a moment to open the door to his room, then threw me onto the freshly made bed.
“I think I’ll be going now.” I threw out, rolling my eyes in anger.
“Not so fast.”
“Why do you even care who I spend my nights with? You’ve made it abundantly clear that you aren’t fucking interested in even talking to me, so why not let me enjoy the little days off that I have?”
He just leaned against the wall, reaching toward his utility belt to take out a toothpick while maintaining eye contact. Fuming, I marched over towards him, intending to shove past him and walk to my room, but as soon as my hand reached his chestpiece to push him away, he grabbed my wrist, spinning me around so fast that I lost my balance. Not giving me a chance to gather my wits, he roughly bent me over, pressing my upper body into the bed, and pressing himself into my ass.
“You think I’m not interested?” He hissed in my ear, his cold breath tickling my neck.
“Obviously not.” I retorted, already trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Some of us aren’t as obvious about our desires.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, my own body betraying me. No. Absolutely not. I am not attracted to Crosshair of all people. The cold and calculating soldier who didn’t talk unless it was absolutely necessary for the mission. As if he heard my inner thoughts, he slid a hand down the back of my dress, stopping at where the tight fabric ended at my thigh. Unintentionally, I let out a small sigh of content at the feeling, instantly regretting it. I felt him stiffen behind me and mentally prepared for the berating.
“Get on the bed. Now.” He ordered, his voice quiet but commanding.
“Fucking make me.” I snapped back.
“We can do this the hard way then.”
I then felt his hand leave my thigh, and for some unfathomable reason, I immediately missed his touch. Until I felt a sharp slap to my ass, making me choke on air in surprise.
“What the hell?!” I shrieked, desperately trying to mask the lust that I was feeling.
“What did I say?” He slowly enunciated, every syllable echoing through my head. “Get on the bed.”
Relenting, I slowly eased myself fully up onto the bed, still facing away from him, one wrist in his grip behind my back. He slowly pressed my face into the bed so that I was arched before him, the short hem of my dress riding up to reveal my now-soaked panties. Oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening. And that I’m enjoying every second of it. Turning my head to the side, I looked back at Crosshair to see him simply staring at my body. A flush crept up my neck, and I tried to pull out of his grip to be in a less embarrassing position.
As soon as I started to wiggle, I felt another smack to my ass, and I yelped again in shock.
“You need to learn to follow orders.” He breathed, eyes now fixated on my glare towards him.
“Maybe you should give better orders.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw a glimpse of lust flash across his eyes before he shoved my dress all the way up to my waist and began to unfasten his pants. His dick sprang free once it was liberated from the prison of his pants, and oh my god, it was bigger than I imagined. Abruptly pulling my panties to the side, he immediately thrusted inside of me, easily sliding in from the slick of my desire.
“Look at you,” He smirked. “So wet for me already. Do you still want that gentleman from the bar now?”
“He’s probably bigger than you, so maybe.” I shot back, knowing that there was no way that was true.
His eyes darkened at my words, and he pushed his length all the way inside of me, making me gasp. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I thought.” He growled, starting a slowly increasing tempo of thrusts that made my eyes water, smearing my dark eye makeup. Thriving off of the feeling of him pounding into me, I grinded my ass into him, wanting more. I heard him scoff behind me at my transparent desire, but nevertheless, he obliged, letting go of my wrist and grabbing my waist between his large hands. His grip around my middle tightened, and I felt him pull me towards him, slamming me onto his dick.
I cried out at the intensity of his pelvis slamming into my ass, his length driving impossibly deep into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together was obscene, and I had never been so grateful to have such thick walls at the lodge. I felt a pressure between my legs begin to grow, my desire finally satiated by Crosshair of all people. He was never going to let me live this down. He continued to pound into me, and I felt myself come apart, my vision darkening with the ripples of pleasure completely engulfing me. The result of my orgasm dripped down my leg, and Crosshair’s thrusts slowed before pulling out of me, his cock still hard and soaked with my desire. I slumped on the bed, my ass still in the air, and my legs a shaking mess. I felt like a newborn Fathier, my legs not yet able to support the weight of my body.
Crosshair reached for my shoulder and flipped me over onto my back so that I was now looking directly at him. Too tired to try and fight against him, I let him do this, and then my eyes widened in shock as he dragged me toward the edge of the bed, so that my legs were hanging off of the mattress. Silently, he kneeled down on the floor so that he was at eye level with my gleaming pussy. My heartbeat quickened, and he put my legs over his shoulders, my pussy so sensitive that I could feel his breathing on my clit. And for a moment, he just stared. I felt myself get embarrassed, and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his hands gripped onto my thighs and held tight.
“Not yet, subordinate.” He growled, displeased by my humiliation. “I’ve been waiting a long time to see all of you, and I won’t be rushed.”
My already warm face heated even more, his words making me impossibly drenched. I heard him chuckle at my reaction to only his words, and I opened my mouth to tell him off for laughing, but I was silenced before I got the chance. His tongue took a long, languid lick starting from my entrance, lapping up my arousal, before swirling around my clit. I let out a breath, the feeling of his warm tongue on my pussy igniting the fire within me once again. I tried to grind into his face, needing more friction, but his grip on my thighs held me tight, and I was rendered immobile, unable to quench my hunger.
“I said, not yet.” He threatened, and the thought of defying him again began to sound like a great idea.
Deciding that I was not to be bossed around by him of all people, I used my newfound strength, ripping my leg away from his grasp. I quickly put my foot on his shoulder, shoving him away, and rolled to the other side of the bed so that I was sitting on my knees, desperate to touch myself to satisfy my endless desire that he would not grant me. I looked Crosshair in the eye as I dipped my fingers into myself, groaning at the thought of him licking me again. If looks could kill, I would have been wiped from existence by the way he glared at me, irritated by my disobedience. I saw him start to remove his shirt and pants, and seeing his body on full display only fuelled the fire that was my lust. He watched as I continued to touch myself, and I started panting as I grew closer to my climax, finally about to find relief.
“What’s wrong Crosshair, are you afraid you’re missing out?” I taunted breathlessly, wanting to get a rise out of him.
At that, he crossed the room in one stride, grabbing my wrist and ripping it away from my drenched pussy. He pushed me so that I was on my back up against the pillows, and then proceeded to literally rip my dress off of me.
“Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled, shocked that he was able to get through the thick material so easily.
“What’s wrong with me?” He demanded.
“You’re what’s wrong with me. I can’t get you out of my head. Even though all you do is annoy me and disobey orders, all I ever think about is you. How desperately I want to fuck you, to make you come all over my cock. And now that I have you here, I am going to enjoy it.”
My jaw dropped at his admission, but he had already moved on and had his hands around my waist again, lifting me up with ease before turning me around to face the headboard.
“Hands up, pretty girl.”
Finally caving to his demands, I placed my hands upon the headboard and leaned so that my back was curved, my pussy inviting him to fill me. My heart pounded with anticipation, and I trembled as I felt his cock slowly enter me, this time taking his time. His movements were slow and precise, filling me completely. A tear dripped down my cheek from the pleasure, and he reached around me to place one hand on top of mine, his thumb absently caressing my fingers. His other hand found my chest, and stroked the valley between my breasts, his touch so light and gentle, a complete opposite to the way he fucked me earlier.
His hand slowly made its way down my body to the space between my legs, and he softly stroked my clit. I cried out, the small graze making all of the thoughts leave my head, making room for pleasure to take over. He continued to lightly stroke the area, while still slowly fucking me, tracing faint circles around it, but never giving me enough pressure to alleviate my need.
“Crosshair…” I began.
“Please.”
“Please what, pretty girl?” He said sharply.
“Please let me come.” I begged, not able to withstand the torture anymore.
“Good girl.”
He took his hand off of mine and put it to my neck, pulling me towards his chest so that we were both upright, his body keeping both of ours up. He turned my chin so that I was looking back at him, and then leaned down to kiss me. His kiss was controlling, and he began to fuck me harder while circling my clit with his beautiful fingers, his mouth swallowing my moans of ecstacy. His touch pushed me closer to coming undone, and my body began to shake involuntarily, the sensation becoming too much. I cried out as I came apart on his cock, and I felt him spill into me, our fluids mixing together inside of me.
Crosshair gently set me down onto the bed, and reached between my legs to gather the slick that was slowly dripping out of my pussy. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off the liquid, then went back for more, pushing his fingers past my swollen lips into my mouth. I gladly swirled my tongue around them, sucking our arousal off of them while gazing drowsily at his pretty face. Satisfied with my compliance, he slowly laid down so that he was next to me, pulling me towards him so that his warm body enveloped me entirely. I fell asleep listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat.