In The Palm Of Your Hand

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Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Short piece of smut, companion piece to
Wrapped Around Your Finger.



Chakotay was tired, at least that was the excuse he had given Tom ten minutes ago when leaving the holodeck.  Hover ball had never been his thing, even at the academy.  The only benefits to playing were the cheerleaders.  He smirked, wondering how Kathryn would look, dressed up in a frilly skirt and white socks, wearing a tight sports top and jiggling her pom-poms.  He laughed outright, imagining her reaction to such a request.  No doubt in his mind though, he knew she would look great kicking her legs high and dancing about. 

She had fantastic legs.  Beautiful, slim, shapely legs that glided upwards towards her enticingly smooth mound … well, in as much as he had been able to admire once while she had been wearing a swimsuit.  The image of her in that high-leg costume had fuelled many of his fantasies, especially when she’d towelled her legs, giving him a fabulous eyeful of her cleavage and her …

Suddenly, he was glad he was the sole occupant of the turbolift.

Kathryn’s legs played a major role in his regular fantasies and they always involved having them wrapped around a part of his body.  This morning in the shower, it had been his waist, as he’d screwed her against the white tiles.  Yesterday, her legs had been wide open and draped over his shoulders whilst he ate her wet pussy.

With a groan Chakotay opened his door and thanked the Spirits no one had seen Voyager’s First Officer roaming the deck with a hardon the size of the warp core in his pants.

As much as he wanted to release his cock and stroke it, he resisted, recalling a joke made by the Doctor at his last physical regarding his eyesight.  Whoever gave the EMH his sense of humour seriously needed extra duties.  Scrubbing the plasma manifolds, for example. 

Getting himself a tea from the replicator, Chakotay made his way to the bedroom, intending to read the new book Kathryn had given him last week.  He loved receiving gifts from Kathryn; they always carried her scent, an exotic, heady aroma that was as mysterious as the woman. 

Chakotay’s thoughts drifted to his best friend and he wondered what she was doing that evening.  Truth known, he just wanted to hear her voice.  And hear he did.

He was about to hail her when he heard a low moaning emanating from Kathryn’s quarters.  Instantly his fading erection began twitching.  It had been a while since he had listened to Kathryn masturbating, correctly assuming it was something she tried to do when he was either on duty or on the holodeck. 

His cock was straining in his pants as her moans became louder and more passionate.  He could clearly hear the details and knew she was fantasising about having both him and Mark together.  He’d tried threesomes before, in both variations and personally preferred two women.

He throbbed harder, imagining his Kathryn lying on the bed, thighs spread, fucking her mouth with his thick cock, while another woman kissed and tongued her dripping pussy, obediently following his instructions. 

Yes … he could watch … and fuck her … make her scream like she did in private, alone.   Would she claw his skin? Would she bite him and beg for more?  She was begging now, hot and horny.

Chakotay wished he could see her, head tossing, pleasuring herself.  Did she finger herself?  How many did she use?  Did she massage her clitoris?  Was she squeezing the breasts he longed to suckle?  Was she flicking her nipples … tawny … he pictured them tawny … and so hard … deliciously hard.

His pants were open now, his shaft pulsing against his stomach, translucent pre-cum weeping from the slit.  He wanted her lips around it, wanted her to lick him clean, take him deeply into her warm mouth, clutch at his buttocks and hungrily devour him.

“Spirits Kathryn,” he moaned, stroking his cock from base to tip.  “I want you so badly …”

In his mind she was swallowing his length, purring with delight as he tangled his fingers in her long hair.  He was above her, kneeling over her on the bed, watching her pleasuring his cock, watching it glide in and out of her mouth, coated in her saliva and his seeping ejaculate.  Oh and she was begging for more, eager to taste him … and she wanted his seed, wanted it trickling down the back of her throat, hot and salty. 

Hurriedly, he spat into his palm, pretending the wetness was Kathryn’s greedy mouth, swiftly working it along his thickened length. 

He would tease her nipples, pinch and twist them, tug them till they jutted proudly and ached for his lips.  He would feed from her breasts, fill his mouth with them and nibble at the soft flesh; and she would arch forward, pushing them further into his grasping hands, groaning from his rough caresses.

Frantically he pumped, parting his knees wider and cupping his heavy sac, kneading his testicles gently.  It felt so good and in his fevered mind it was her nice, taut arse they were slapping against. 

Spirits he wanted to fuck her like that, from behind, over her desk in the Ready Room, pants around her ankles, her bare buttocks high in the air, pussy glistening and moist, ready for his cock to sink into. 

“Mmm … yeah baby … that’s it … yeah … that feel good Kathryn?  Taking my cock like that?  Letting me fuck you like a bitch in heat?”

He’d ram so far inside her, pound at her womb, plunge over and over, long, hard strokes.  She would squeal her release, calling his name, biting her fist in an attempt to prevent the crew hearing.  But he would play unfairly; he would kneel behind her and lick at her pussy.  He would fuck her with his tongue, probing the warmth his cock would know so well … grip her hips and grind his lips into her wetness ... tease and torment her … latch onto her engorged clit and suck her into another climax … drink her juices as they rolled over his mouth …

“Oh Spirits Kathryn … I want you … “

After his oral assault, he’d rise to his feet and push her head further onto the desk, tell her to spread wider, smear her slickness around her anus … then he would prepare her with his finger, pistoning it in and out of her tight arse … oh and she’d plead for more, with lips still swollen from his kisses and his dried semen clinging stubbornly to her chin.   And she’d get more … hot and hard his cock would take her … stretch her … fill her and then he’d work his fingers inside her … and she’d gasp and cry out, an erotic mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Twist your nipples Kathryn … play with your breasts for me while I fuck your arse and finger your pussy … so wet Kathryn … juicy and wet … you want this don’t you baby?  Want me to screw you like this?”

His wrist was frantically jerking his cock off.  His balls tightened … now … now … “Kathryn!” he roared, flooding his hand with hot spurts of cum and feeling it splattering his bronzed, toned stomach. 

“Kathryn …” he repeated, a small whisper, full of longing. 

He was alone again and it was quiet, except for his racing heartbeat. 


The End

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