Page 9 of Popular (Private: The Extended Edition #5)

I gotta admit…I want more of it.

So. Much. More.

“Thank you,” somehow manages to make it past my lips split seconds before it’s our turn to pick weapons and sides.

“Thank me by helping Starfleet win out there,” she sasses while gesturing to the giant Super Soaker she wants us equipped with.

“ Aye, aye, Captain ,” I chortle and sign our names on the equipment sheet.

Shortly after acquiring the “Phaser Rifles”, we’re instructed on where to fill them up and that transition reveals to us a sight neither of us are surprised to see.

Wheeler.

On the opposing team.

Jealous glare lasered focused on us.

Welp.

This should be fun.

Defending my fake girlfriend’s honor from her stalkerish ex-douche may help me prove why she should be swiping yes on my profile for real.

Though I’m glad we didn’t meet on an app.

The last chick I connected with on there couldn’t stop asking me about some Olympic diver she swore I was friends with because we attended the same function.

Fame chasers truly are everywhere it seems.

You know I appreciate that Nae has her own clout and isn’t even remotely interested in mine.

Post getting bright yellow Starfleet ribbons, we fill our weapons, have a coordinator explain the designated areas for play, the rules, and remind us to do our best to stay in character to amplify the fun.

Starfleet against the Romulans is basically a tale as old as time.

And having Wheeler be a vengeful Romulan like Nero?

Well, that just makes the whole re-enactment even sweeter because I’m more than ready to finally be Kirk.

Right around the time we’ve managed to position ourselves safely behind a pair of lounge chairs, a clip from Star Trek is played through the speakers declaring the “battle” has begun.

The first round of shots sent our direction are from a petite blonde to the right bearing the gun metal gray flag of the enemy.

Adversely for our adversary, my partner has unfathomable reflexes that have her firing off a stream at the woman’s hand.

She fumbles the weapon, which grants Nae an easy chance to soak her legs.

Hips.

And dangling flag.

“ No mercy! ” hisses my warrior queen at the same time she snatches my free hand to tactically guide us around the chairs towards a new spot for safety.

Staying crouched doesn’t exactly keep us hidden; however, it does require those scouting to take more than a second glance to accurately pinpoint us.

One blast gets blown through the space between our figures prompting us to turn to the two enemies near a palm tree in tandem.

We each fire along with them, yet our aim is – thankfully – much better.

Their flags get a healthy dose of soakage while splashes barely touch either of us.

Rather than stay still, Nae insists we keep moving, picking off any enemy that crosses our path one by one.

Other team members intervene whenever necessary, and we happily return the favor.

Themed music continuously fills the air around us alongside sound effects to truly create a space battle, a feeling that keeps wide grins on both of our faces.

“I’m low on ammo,” barely makes it out of her mouth before I’m yanking her out of the way of a blast and firing off one in return, mimicking a scene from the film that this activity is inspired by. “I need to get to a refill station.”

“There’s one on the backside of the bar,” I inform, keeping her close to me. “ Enterprise! ”

Odd noises begin pouring from my mouth causing her to not only giggle but declare, “I like that you’re making the transporting sound.”

“I like that you like me making the sound.”

“I like that you’re committed to this.”

“I like that I’m committed to you. ”

Our adoration filled gazes are only granted a minor moment to meet courtesy of a familiar enemy combatant popping out from underneath a nearby table. “ Gotcha! ”

Reluctance to spray Wheeler directly in the face is non-existent.

Afterall, headshots are kill shots.

Or soak shots.

Whatever.

Rather than take the hit, he lifts his palm to absorb the shot while simultaneously firing with the other hand.

While the stream is clearly aimed at me, Janae and I split, easily foiling his success.

Our separation pulls a vindictive grin on his face that’s followed by him redirecting all of his focus onto me.

“Refuel, Beloved,” I instruct, drawing his fire in the opposite direction. “I can handle this pathetic excuse for a captain on my own.”

“Pathetic?!” angrily squawks Wheeler sounding eerily similar to Eric Bana in the film. “Pathetic?!” Rage squirts send me sprinting for a shield, leaving my fake girlfriend to get away safely. “ You’re pathetic! ”

Yeah, except I’m not the one who came to a convention for a fandom they’re not even into hoping that the chick that’s clearly over me magically changes her mind about getting back together after she’s repeatedly told me she won’t.

There’s love and then there’s obsession.

Grand romantic gestures and…probably should call the cops actions.

The shit he’s doing is definitely the latter.

I could call up legal from the company right now, and they’d tell me the same shit.

Slamming my back against a tree shelters me from a flag shot but still allows him to soak one of my feet.

Fuckme, I already hate wearing wet shoes.

I especially hate wearing wet sandy shoes.

“Shit,” Wheeler audibly grumbles, “I’m almost out of fucking water.”

Me too.

But I’m not gonna fucking announce it to my opposition.

Jogging back towards the bar encourages him to pursue weapon blazing. Zigging and zagging motions aid in preventing me from getting clipped and spotting Nae practically done with her refill sends ease throughout my system.

She can have my six while I refill.

He has no one.

I prepare to announce my arrival when I notice out of the corner of my eye him shifting his water pistol to her and firing.

“ Belllovvvveedddddd!!!! ” comes bellowing out of me in tandem with my entire frame diving through the air to take the hit.

Horns blare through the air indicating our session has finished just as she arrives at my side, on her knees, face hovering above mine. “ You okay?! ”

I groan around my chuckles. “Told you I could keep up.”

“You did,” she snickers, giving my chest a sweet pat. “And you did.” Nae brushes away sand off my cheek. “ My hero. ”

Tilting my head slightly to one side, I teasingly ask, “Think I could get a hero’s kiss?”

“Mmm,” the woman I have no doubt will be the love of my life cranes her face closer to mine, “how about a hero’s fuck instead?”

Getting our weapons returned and to her room occurs in a pure blur.

Much like shedding our shoes.

And dropping our bottoms.

Ditching our tops.

In fact, our first crystal clear moment for me doesn’t even kick in until we’re in her glass enclosed shower, under the waterfall showerhead, frame being soaked in its heat at the same time I’m sinking balls deep into hers from behind.

“ Holyyyyfuckkkkk ,” savagely escapes, rattling the foggy walls around us.

Rather than verbally respond, she simply slams one hand against the tile.

Arches her spine.

Lifts and curls her leg backwards so that her heel is anchored to me.

“ Fuckkkk, Beloved, ” is airily whimpered while watching myself slip in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

“ This shit looks so fucking perfect. ” Another slow rock of my hips allows me to study the way her glistening muscles swell around my shaft while her fingers latch onto my neck.

“ Feels…so fucking perfect. ” One hand clamps onto her hip to ensure her curvy, contorted figure stays steady in spite of the impact. “ Is…so…fucking…perfect. ”

Nae needily moans and angles her mouth to mesh with mine.

Our tongues sloppily spin around in ceaseless circles, anxious to catch up to the increasingly faster speed I don’t even realize we’re going.

Sliding my fingers across her bare pussy sends shivers up her spine, yet it’s the first brush of her clit that results in her lips fumbling from mine. “ J.T.… ”

“ Fuck, I love hearing you call out my name. ” I roughly jerk into her harder. “ Do it again, Beloved. ”

“ J.T. ,” she repeats louder.

More urgent.

“ Again. ”

Despite her continuously choppy breathing, she moans once more, “ J.T. ”

“ You’re so fucking incredible, ” thoughtlessly seeps free as my fingers abandon her hip to grip a fistful of her wet hair. “ Look at how fucking amazing you are. ” I forcefully push her face down to watch the sight I am. “ Look at how well you take my fucking cock. ”

The hitch in her breath is accompanied by her pussy harshly clenching.

Fingers desperately scraping.

Eyes hooding.

“ Watch, Beloved, ” I purr against the shell of her ear. “ Watch your hero fuck you. ”

Whimpers precede another round of wet pulsations.

Pulsations that prompt my sac into swelling.

Lifting to have sweltering stickiness smeared all across it.

“ Watch you fuck me. ” She mindlessly bucks back into the sharper thrusting, wet slapping sounds from her ass being bounced reverberating around the shower. “ Watch me make you come on my cock. ”

Gentle stroking never crosses my mind.

Applying pressure?

Maintaining that pressure?

Rolling the tiny nub around and around and around with the end of my middle finger while fucking her faster and frantic and with enough force that she’s sent flying to the tips of her toes turning her into some sort of bawdy ballerina I can’t wait to empty my balls into?

That conquers my mind like a hostile takeover.

Invades every sense and cell in my body.

Encourages my teeth to nip at her lobe.

Neck.

Steadily shove her downward to gawk at me splitting her in two and blatantly ignore the tiny hand cramps conjured from the frenzied caressing.

Boundless barbarity demands I don’t stop diving into her most sensitive depths until her trembles turn into thrashes and her thrashes cause her to pant and those pants morph into beautiful screams of my name that make my vision blur.

“ FucccckkkkBeloved, ” I hiss, yanking her head to rest against mine, the heavenly sensation of her pussy perpetually pulsating around my shaft so powerful I now need extra support to resist collapsing. “ I can’t last much longer like this… ”

“ Come for me, Imzadi, ” Nae breathlessly begs, lower lips doing the same. “ Make me yours. ”

One additional clumsy thrust is all I complete before my cock succumbs to her request.

Dark, animalistic groans are expelled against her ear as short, scorching splashes join the orgasmic waves overflowing from us both, erasing whatever parts of pretend that still lingered.

This relationship is now real.

We are now real.

And this real is the type I want to last forever.