The Mess We Made (Chaos Chronicles Book 1)

💦CHAPTER 1💦

“You’re staring at me instead of the sky, Elena.”

Marcus stepped in behind her at the railing. The observatory platform stood open to the night, the dome retracted, the valley dark below them. No one else would arrive until dawn.

Elena kept her eyes on the coordinates a moment longer. “The alignment is held within three arc-seconds.”

“I know.” His chest brushed her back. “You stopped recording five minutes ago.”

She turned, in the starlight his expression held none of the usual professional distance. “I was thinking.”

“About the data or about the fact that we are completely alone up here?”

The question needed no soft edge. Elena felt the night air on her throat. “Both.”

Marcus lifted one hand and traced the line of her jaw with his thumb. “Tell me to stop and I will go back to the instruments.”

She said nothing.

He kissed her, the contact started controlled and quickly deepened. His tongue met hers, deliberate and sure. One arm locked around her waist and pulled her flush against him so she felt the hard length of his cock through his trousers. When he broke the kiss her breath came short.

“Still thinking about the numbers?” he asked.

“No.”

He turned her to face the open sky again and reached beneath her sweater. Cool air followed his hands as he pushed the fabric and her bra above her breasts. He cupped her, thumbs circling the tightening peaks until she arched into his palms. His mouth found the side of her neck while one hand slid down, opened her skirt, and let it fall. The lace panties followed a second later. She stepped free of them without hesitation.

Marcus’s fingers slipped between her thighs and found her already slick. He stroked through the wet folds, circling the swollen bud until her hips rolled against his hand. “Keep watching the planets,” he murmured. “I want you to remember exactly where you were the first time I made you come.”

He worked her with steady pressure until her thighs trembled. Then he withdrew, turned her, and dropped to his knees on the metal grating. Elena gripped the railing. Marcus draped one of her legs over his shoulder, opened her with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, flat stroke.

The sensation pulled a broken sound from her throat. He licked again, slower, then sealed his mouth over the sensitive peak and sucked. Two fingers pushed inside her and curled. The dual rhythm—tongue and fingers—built fast. Elena’s free hand tangled in his hair. She did not guide him; she only held on while he consumed her with focused hunger.

The first orgasm hit hard. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and her voice carried across the empty platform. Marcus stayed with her through every pulse, gentling only when the intensity edged toward too much. When the last tremor faded he rose, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at her.

“That was one,” he said. “I want more.”

Elena reached for his belt. She opened it, freed his cock, and stroked the thick length once from base to tip. He was fully hard, the head already wet. Marcus caught her wrist before she could sink to her knees.

“Not yet.” He turned her back to the railing, bent her forward, and nudged her feet apart. The broad head of his cock notched against her entrance. He pushed in with one continuous thrust that stretched and filled her until his hips met her ass.

Elena’s elbows locked on the cold metal. Marcus held still for three heartbeats, letting her body adjust, then began to move. Long, deep strokes dragged against every sensitive place inside her. One hand reached around to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation rebuilt the pressure with startling speed.

He fucked her without hurry and without mercy, each stroke complete. When her second climax seized her he groaned and kept driving through it, forcing the pleasure higher until she cried out toward the dark valley. Only then did he pull free, turn her, and lift her so her back met the railing again. He hooked her knees over his arms and entered her once more, deeper this time, the new angle making her gasp.

Marcus set a harder rhythm. The observatory platform creaked faintly beneath them. Elena’s hands gripped his shoulders, every thrust forced another broken sound from her. He watched her face while he fucked her, eyes dark, jaw tight with restraint.

“Come again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it.”

She did. The third orgasm tore through her harder than the first two. Her cunt rippled and clenched around him. Marcus followed with a low, guttural sound, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied into her in thick pulses. For several long seconds they remained locked together, breathing hard, the night air cooling the sweat on their skin.

He withdrew slowly and set her feet back on the grating. Elena’s legs trembled. Marcus steadied her with one arm around her waist and kissed her, thorough and unhurried, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When he lifted his head his cock was still half-hard against her hip.

“The instruments can finish the data stream without us,” he said. “I am nowhere near done.”

He guided her down onto the wide observation platform, the metal still holding the day’s residual warmth. Elena lay back as Marcus stretched out beside her, one hand already sliding between her thighs again, fingers gathering the mixed slickness of their release and spreading it over her swollen clit.

“Open for me,” he said.

She did. He settled between her legs, lowered his mouth, and began again—slower this time, more deliberate, as though determined to learn every reaction she could give. Elena’s hands found his hair. The stars wheeled above them, indifferent. Marcus licked, sucked and fucked her with his tongue until a fourth climax rolled through her in long, shuddering waves.

Only then did he rise to his knees, stroke his cock twice, and push back inside her. The angle was different now—deeper, more intimate. He braced himself on his forearms and fucked her with steady, powerful strokes while he watched every flicker of sensation cross her face. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and met him thrust for thrust. The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet platform.

Marcus reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight circles. “One more,” he said. “Give it to me.”

She shattered. The fifth orgasm left her shaking and vocal, her cunt milking him in rhythmic spasms. Marcus drove deep one last time and came with her, the heat of his release flooding her again. He collapsed forward, catching most of his weight on his elbows, and pressed his forehead to hers while their breathing slowed.

Elena’s fingers traced the damp line of his spine. The planetary alignment continued its silent progress across the sky. Marcus kissed the corner of her mouth, then her throat, then the upper slope of her breast.

“Dawn is still hours away,” he murmured against her skin. “I intend to use every minute.”

He slipped free of her body, rolled onto his back, and pulled her astride him. Elena settled over his hips. His cock, still slick and already hardening again, rested against her folds. She lifted up, guided him to her entrance, and sank down in one slow motion that made them both groan.

Marcus’s hands settled on her waist. “Ride me,” he said. “I want to watch you take what you need.”

Elena began to move.