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P Codes: J/C Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: So obviously not mine, all characters belonging to Paramount, all actors belonging to themselves … mores the pity, all blame for this idea … lays at the feet of Jojo and Becca and the JC1 brigade. Author’s note: Entirely based on the new photo of Admiral Janeway from Star Trek Nemesis. Post Endgame and assuming Chakotay leaves StarFleet to teach and has come to his senses re Seven! Set in Admiral Janeway’s new office. “Chakotay! No! Not here! Oh God no not here,” she begged, unable to stop her neck tilting towards his soft moist lips. “Yes, here Kathryn,” he breathed, causing her flesh to goose bump. “No, no, you don’t under … oh God! … don’t understand … I’ve … mmm … mmm … yesss,” she moaned, surrendering as his hands moved forward to gently squeeze her breasts. “Chakotay …” He massaged the sensitive mounds, teasing the nipples with light circles. “You have the best tits in the galaxy,” he groaned. “I love them.” Kathryn gave a throaty laugh. “Is that all you love, Professor?” He ground his hips into her rear and tugged the zipper on her new uniform. “No, Admiral, I love every inch of your body … especially your tight, hot, wet pussy.” As he spoke, his fingers deftly slipped inside the black pantsuit and moved to cup her moist sex. “You’re aroused, Admiral,” he whispered, trailing his tongue around her earlobe. “Is it any wonder when you’re playing with me like this?” she growled, rocking herself on the fingers that invaded her damp panties. “I like playing with your body.” Kathryn grunted and bucked. “Yeah, so I’ve noticed … I’ve barely slept these past two weeks …” “Complaining?” he asked, kissing along her pale throat and nudging at the new rank bar on her turtleneck. “Hell no!” “Turn around Kathryn, turn around and touch me.” Kathryn gave a disgruntled moan as Chakotay’s hands slipped away from between her thighs. “Please … don’t tease me … we don’t have long,” she whimpered, moving to face him. Her eyes were wide open as they focused on the magnificent, bobbing shaft that jutted proudly from the open flies of Chakotay’s pants. “Oh my!” “Impressed?” “Always. Want me to give him a kiss, baby?” she purred, stroking his length. “For starters.” Kathryn dropped to her knees and peered up, eyebrow arched delicately. “Oh?” her wet lips kissed around the bulbous tip. Chakotay’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it free from its neat ponytail. “Suck me, Kathryn,” he growled. “Like this?” Her tongue bathed him, lapping and caressing every inch, before her mouth widened and she enveloped him fully. Chakotay groaned, watching his cock sliding into her greedy mouth, feeling it hitting the back of her throat as she deep throated him. “Spirits, that feels good!” Kathryn garbled a reply, her mouth too full with his thrusting hardon to manage anything else. The vibrations shot through him, making him tighten his grip on her auburn hair. “Yes … fuck Kathryn … feels so nice baby … spirits I love it when you swallow my cock … seeing it fuck your mouth … mmm, yeah … go on … take it all …” His eyes closed in ecstasy and his hips pumped faster. Kathryn felt his balls tightening in her palm and pulled away, causing his dripping erection to smear along her lips and chin. Chakotay groaned. “What?!” Kathryn stood up, licking at the sticky trail of pre-cum on her lips. “Forget it, Chakotay, the last time we were in here and you shot off in my mouth we got interrupted and I had to sit through two meetings frustrated as hell! This time, before you leave, you’re going to fuck me!” “Then quit talking and get undressed,” he ordered, sitting behind her desk and stroking his weeping shaft. Kathryn struggled with the still unfamiliar jumpsuit, cursing profusely as she tugged it from her body. Chakotay watched and grinned. “You can wipe that smirk off your face,” she said. “Sorry.” “Liar.” Chakotay shrugged and eyed her dark red lacy underwear. “Nice, matches your turtleneck,” he drawled. Kathryn shot him a look. “How come you’re not undressed?” she challenged, standing over him, totally bare, with hands on hips. He waggled his stiff member and leered. “Baby, I have everything you need right here.” Kathryn snorted. “Why am I the one who always ends up naked?” “Because I love seeing you that way,” he whispered, pulling her to stand between his thighs and kissing her belly. “But … mmm … but I want to touch you too … kiss your chest, neck … Ooh!” her head tipped backwards. Chakotay pumped her with two fingers. “Tonight sweetheart you can touch and kiss me all you want, but right now, I want you to sit on me.” “Lap or face?” she smirked. “Lap, for now.” Kathryn shivered. “Mmm, nice image there Professor.” Chakotay guided her body so that it straddled his. “Hold your legs higher …” “I’ll fall!” “I’ve got you,” he soothed, tightening his hands around her waist. “Now, drape your legs over the arms … that’s it …” Kathryn clung to his shoulders, as she let him position her. “But I’m too far away,” she panted, buttocks barely brushing the tip of his erection. His eyes darkened dangerously. “Not for what I have planned,” he grinned. “And that is … Ooh!” Chakotay teased her wet pussy, dragging the head of his hardon along her folds and pressing it against her sensitive bud. “So slick, Kathryn. I can feel your juices trickling over my cock, pooling onto my full sac … so lovely …” “Then fuck me, damn it!” she cried. “Soon.” She sobbed in frustration. “Please, Chakotay, I need you … stop teasing me!” “Do you want me inside you?” “Yes! Oh God yes!” she whimpered. Chakotay pushed his throbbing prick inside, just the head, using his hand to pump it in and out. “All wet …” he rasped appreciatively. “No!” she wailed. “Please, I need more!” desperately she tried to impale herself, but found the move impossible due to the armrests her legs hung from. Instead, all she managed was to bounce on his barely sheathed member and jiggle her breasts in his face. Never one to miss an opportunity, Chakotay suckled a bobbing tit, catching the nipple with his teeth and biting softly. Kathryn arched and yelped, crying out for release. Her body was sweaty and glistening, her face contorted from the longing and painful desire. She looked beautiful. His movement caught her by surprise. Quickly, he thrust upwards, penetrating her hard and deep. Instead of giving her time to adjust, he grabbed her legs, pulling them upwards till they rested over his shoulders, crushing her to him as he pumped. “Shit!” she squeaked. The position was one she was unfamiliar with and the angle was sharper, causing his cock to ruthlessly pound against her g-spot and leaving her no leverage to manoeuvre. “Relax,” he grunted, slamming her hips downwards and grinding her pelvis against his. “Easy for you to say!” she panted. “Oh hell!” His rhythm was driving her insane, every part of her body felt like it was burning, her sex felt swollen and sodden, her clit, abused and aching. “Please Chakotay, I want to come … make me come …” she begged. “Kathryn … Kathryn …” His fingertips pinched at the flesh above their frenzied joining, sending her over the edge with a long keening moan. He swiftly followed, shooting hot jets of thick creamy ejaculate against the walls of her cervix and giving her another smaller climax. “Oh God, am I still alive?” she groaned. “Shit, I can’t feel my legs!” Chakotay chuckled and gently lowered them from his shoulder, slipping out from her at the same time. “Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing her calves in an attempt to restore her circulation. She slumped against his chest. “Mmm, I think so. Where did you learn that?” He tugged his earlobe. “To be honest, I’ve never tried it before … I’d seen it in a film … during one of Tom’s boys nights.” “I see. You didn’t stop to consider that I’m not as flexible, or as young, as a porn star?” He raised her chin and his eyes shone with concern. “Did I really hurt you?” “No, but I’m going to be sore for a few days,” she pouted. “Sorry.” He brushed his lips to hers. “Forgive me?” “Will you kiss it better later?” He flashed her a smile complete with dimples. “All night if you want.” She grinned back then nuzzled his mouth tenderly. “I want,” she breathed, parting his lips and sliding her tongue inside to duel lazily with his. They pulled apart. “Are you sure you’ve got to work this afternoon?” he asked. “Sorry darling, I’ve got to contact someone …” “Giving orders again, Admiral?” She nodded, a half-smile gracing her lips. “You have such a kissable mouth,” he groaned, stealing another. Her Comm. badge bleeped. “Stevens to Admiral Janeway.” Kathryn winced as she stood and picked up her uniform, tapping her communicator. “Janeway here.” Chakotay smiled tenderly at the sight of his former Captain and lover standing naked in her office, holding her clothing and talking all briskly to her secretary … with their combined fluids oozing down her thighs. “You requested to be informed when the USS Enterprise was approaching the co-ordinates for your transmission.” “Thank you Stevens. I’m about finished here, give me five minutes then patch me through to Captain Picard,” she instructed. “Janeway out.” “Picard huh?” Chakotay teased, handing her a wad of tissues to mop at the cooling jism on her pale skin. “I only order around the best, you know,” she chuckled, cleaning herself up and getting dressed. He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, crossing the room to hug her. “See you later darling,” he said. “Okay,” she kissed him briefly then removed herself from his embrace. Chakotay paused by the door. “Kathryn?” She looked up from her desk. “Yes?” “Tonight, can we take a look at those arrangements your mom sent over? Its only three weeks till the wedding and she’ll have a coronary if we don’t decide on a menu soon!” “Think we could get leola root from somewhere?” He shook his head and laughed. “Don’t even joke!” “Who’s joking?” again she gave him that quirky half-smile of hers. “Oh, Chakotay …” she threw a PADD at him, “you might need to cover yourself with this … seems we stained your pants.” Shrugging, she added, “That’s what you get for keeping them on!” Chakotay looked down at the white stain on his dark slacks. “Oops! See you later sexy,” he winked. “Bye handsome.” The door swooshed shut behind him just as her monitor sounded. Gingerly, Kathryn rested on one buttock, mindful of how sore she felt from their frantic coupling and activated the monitor. “Captain Picard, its good to speak with you again …” The End Feedback, please? Return to smut index |
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