by Dixon, Ruby
The more I think about it, the more I like it. I fidget through the grooming tools in neat little slots next to the mirror, find one that will do the trick, and get to work.
* * *
It's been a long time since I went completely bare, and I forgot how it feels.
Everything feels sensitive. When I sit down, I can feel my folds brushing against each other and it turns me on. I cross my legs, squirming a little, as I wait for Adiron to join me for dinner. It's more noodles, but food isn't my primary focus right now. Instead, I'm impatient as I wait for Adiron to return. He's taking his sweet time working on the control system in the hall. I've checked on him a half-dozen times in the last hour only to find him on his back, chest deep into a panel full of wires and hard at work.
"Done?" I ask lightly, feeling awfully bare and incredibly frisky. Other than my dress, I'm not wearing a stitch, and it feels twice as exposed as it ever did.
"Just cleaning up a few things." He picks up a few bits of shredded wire, taps a button on the wall, and the panel pings open for trash disposal. He dumps the discards there and I notice his hands are covered in smears of grease and there's a swipe on his cheek, too. "We should be good to go, now," Adiron says. "We're sealed in here, the climate controls are purring, and the air filters won't have to work as hard since we're just focusing in on this small area."
"That's great," I say brightly, even though I'm a little disturbed by the whole “sealed in” comment. "So we just need to hang tight until your brothers return, right?"
He nods and then sniffs the air. "That dinner?"
"I made noodles. Hungry?"
"Famished." Adiron moves to my side instead of heading into the mess hall. He leans down, careful not to touch me with his dirty hands, and offers his face for a kiss. I lean in and peck him on the mouth, and his expression brightens a little. "Sorry if I've been a little mentally absent today. I'm not trying to neglect you."
"Don't apologize," I tell him. "I know you're not." I cup his face in my hands and press another kiss to his mouth, my lips lingering on his. "You're trying to keep us safe. I'm not going to complain."
"The good news is that it's all done, and we can spend the next month in bed." He gives me a teasing look. "Unless you want to kef up against a wall or something."
I roll my eyes and tap his cheek with my hand, pretending to be annoyed. "You always think about sex, don't you? Go and shower. I'll keep dinner warm for you."
Dinner…and I plan on having him for dessert.
54
ADIRON
I can't help but notice how keffing sexy Jade looks as we eat our noodles. She eats hers delicately, her full lips giving me all kinds of ideas. Her glorious cleavage practically spills out of her dress, taunting me. She's stunning…and all I can think about is that keffing gladiator in a pod far too close to here.
I can't stop thinking about how casually they talked about opening the pods and freeing others. How they might have innocently freed him, thinking they were doing the right thing. How when we boarded this ship, we might have found Crulden the Ruiner standing over the broken, destroyed bodies of the human females—
I squeeze my eyes shut and take a big mouthful of food, determined to get that image out of my head. Happy thoughts, I tell myself, and think about Jade's nipples instead. How they're this lovely, warm dark brown that just invites touching, and how they tighten into these tight little puckers with prominent tips the moment I brush her skin. I wonder if she's ever fallen out of that low-necked top of hers. If her nipples ever just “oops” busted out while she was eating.
Kinda wish that'd happen right now.
"Are you okay?" Jade asks, giving me a curious glance.
"Yeah. Why?" She doesn't need to know that I'm that worried about Crulden…or whatever else could be in the hold. For all I know, those pregnant females are pregnant with splices themselves, and then we're going to have a whole mess of them to deal with. For all I know, there's a hidden compartment somewhere on this ship with a few more splices tucked away…
Kef me. I didn't even look for hidden compartments.
Jade pokes me with her eating sticks. "Your expression keeps changing while you eat. I can't decide if you're upset about something or turned on. What's the deal?"
"Just, uh, thinking."
"About?"
"…stuff?"
She gives me an exasperated look, pushing her bowl aside. Jade leans forward on the table, her arms resting on the surface, and it plumps her gorgeous tits nicely, distracting me all over again. "Adiron, we've talked about what a terrible liar you are. I know you're lying. You're upset about that darn gladiator, aren't you?"
"I'm getting less upset with you sitting like that," I admit. "I do like looking at those tits of yours."
I expect her to get all shy—or to hit me with those eating sticks—but she just straightens a bit more, smiles, and her breasts give the most enticing little quiver. It's like they know it's about to be their turn. As soon as I'm done eating, I'm going to lay Jade on this table and feast on her. My sac tightens and I lift my bowl to my face, eating as fast as I can.
She's what I need to distract myself from the situation, I decide. A month of me and Jade, learning each other. Maybe by the time I empty myself inside her inviting body a dozen (or three dozen) times, I'll forget all about what's in the hold.
It's not that I mind danger. It's never bothered me before. But Jade's safety has never been on the line in the past. I've got her to think about now, and I know that if that splice was freed, he'd just try to kill me. What worries me is that he wouldn't try to kill Jade. At least, not right away. And that just wrecks me.
Tonight, I think I'll sleep with my weapon within reach. And when my brothers send back a message, I have to figure out a way to let them know the problem we have on board. Part of me wants to catch up with Straik and dump Crulden the Ruiner onto his nice, pretty ship…but Dopekh and the other clones were good guys. They don't deserve that shit.
A small wooden stick taps on the back of my hand. Jade. "I've lost you again," she teases. "Come back, Adiron."
I swallow the last of my noodles and wipe my face on my sleeve. "Just thinking…and finishing dinner. You did a great job on the noodles."
She arches a brow at my compliment. "Which part did you like best?" she teases. "The part where I added water, or the part where I put them in the bowl?"
I laugh, because she's got a point. Noodles don't require much skill to prepare. "Just take the compliment, love."
Maybe it's because I'm leering at those fantastic breasts of hers that it takes me a moment to realize she's getting to her feet. Jade rises from the table, crosses the distance between us, and then turns my chair so I'm no longer facing the table, but her instead.
"Is it time for dessert?" I ask, making the most tired joke in the entire universe.
She moves onto my lap, lifting one leg and sliding it over my hip before her arms go around my neck and then she straddles me. "I have a better idea," Jade says in a light, soft voice.
"I don't know if 'better' is a thing. My idea was pretty keffing amazing."
Her smile is full of promise. "Oh, trust me. I think you'll like what I've got in mind."
"Does it involve your breasts?" I reach between us to touch her.
She flicks my hand away. "Maybe if you play your cards right. I thought it'd involve my mouth first, though."
Kissing, then? I'm down for kissing. And when she leans forward and lightly presses her mouth to mine, I know I've guessed correctly. Pleased with myself, I kiss her back, loving the warmth of her smaller body against mine, the taste of her on my lips. My beautiful, sexy mate. She nips on my lower lip and then sucks on it, and I groan, my hands sliding to squeeze that plump ass of hers.
"Mmm," Jade purrs. "Your lips taste good."
"All of me does," I joke automatically.
"Do you, now?" She lifts a hand and moves it to my collar. "I wouldn't mind finding out."
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sp; I blink, absorbing that. "Oh?"
She nods, a sultry little smile curving those gorgeous lips. "In fact, I thought I might taste all of you. Unless you feel that violates some hygiene law of yours."
Does she mean…my mouth goes dry when she rocks her hips against me, dragging her cunt against my cock, and her hands manually ease the auto-fastener down my chest. Yes, I realize. She absolutely means that.
"Violate away," I murmur. "I'm all yours."
55
ADIRON
Jade is all confidence as she leans in and kisses me again, deliberately brushing her breasts against my chest. She peels back the front of my uniform, then runs her hands up my bared skin. "See, I was thinking about you and me all day today," she whispers. "You were hard at work, and I was thinking dirty, dirty thoughts."
I groan. "I'd love to hear some of those thoughts. Or all of them. Actually, yeah, all of them sounds better. Hit me with it."
She smiles, the look full of promise. "Actually, I thought I might show you what I had in mind."
"I'm equally good with showing and telling." I run my knuckles lightly along the curve of her cheek. "If you want to dirty talk, I'm good with that."
"I think you'll like what I have in mind—"
"I know I will."
Her fingers graze my lips, and Jade gives me an amused look. "Do you ever stop talking?"
"When my mouth is on your cunt, yes. Then I'm licking. Actually, if you want me to shut up, I think that's the new requirement. You have to sit on my face—"
She pinches my lips shut with her fingers. Not hard, just enough to silence me. I bite back a chuckle, because I love this sassy side of her. Confident and playful Jade? Hell, yeah. I give her a goofy grin of approval as she finishes undoing my tunic and then rocks her hips over mine. "I'm going to get up now," she tells me. "You don't get to move, though."
I nod. "I'll stay right here."
"And be quiet?" She arches a brow, the smile on her lips telling me that she's teasing.
"Would I really be me if I was quiet?"
"Excellent point." She leans in and presses a kiss to the base of my neck, her tongue lightly skating over my flesh. "How about you just sit there and keep your hands on your legs, then?"
I don't like this turn of events. Not touch Jade? She might as well tell me to stop breathing. Tell a starving man not to eat the banquet in front of him. "I can't put my hands on you? With these amazing breasts so close nearby, just begging to be touched? This is cruel and unusual punishment."
She turns slowly, grinding that plush, perfect ass against my cock as she does, and then gets to her feet. I let out a very un-corsair-like sound of protest as she does. Jade only gives me a sweet look, moving forward and putting her hands on my thighs. "Hands down, remember?"
"Cruel female."
"The cruelest," she agrees with a little toss of her hair. "Now be quiet, because you're distracting me." She moves down to my stomach, pressing a kiss there, and then moves lower again.
And I suddenly figure out where this is heading. Sweet. Keffing. Stars. Above. "Jade," I groan. "You magnificent creature."
She kisses up to the waist of my trou and then looks up at me. "You're supposed to be quiet, remember?"
"Quiet. Naturally." I can't help but tease one of those tiny straps down her shoulder, though. They barely look like enough to hold her breasts up, and sure enough, when the strap slides down her arm, her nipple practically spills out of the dress. "Well, well. Look what treasure I've uncovered."
I reach for her and she calmly puts my hand back on my leg. "You can touch me once I'm done with you."
Just another part of her teasing game, I suppose. I sigh mournfully, eyeing that pleasant little nipple. It's all puckered and tight and just waiting to be tasted. "I'm going to be doing so much keffing touching. Just you wait."
Jade quickly undoes the clasp on my belt and hits the button that makes the belt slither back into the buckle. It makes a snik noise, and then she tosses it aside. Next goes the auto-fastener over my groin, and she gives me a sly little look as she reaches for it. "Lots of touching, hmm?"
"So much," I breathe, distracted by how near she is to my cock. "So keffing much."
"It sounds like you want me to stop?" Her fingers trail up and down my cock in the lightest of touches. She outlines my length under my trou, where I'm straining against the material, and considers me with that same playful smile on her lips. "It'd be a shame to finish when I'm just getting started."
"Oh?" I croak.
"Mmmhmm." Jade flicks at the auto-fastener and it slides down, and my cock practically springs free from my trou. She looks up at me. "No underwear?"
"Nah. I prefer to travel the universe free-balling. Makes me less uptight," I joke. My fingers clutch at the legs of my trou as she carefully peels the fabric away from my hips, revealing my entire length and my sac. "You know who wears underclothes? Straik. Probably tight ones, too. Might explain why he's always in such a sour mood. He—"
"Adiron," Jade purrs, leaning in. "I'm about to put your cock in my mouth. The last thing I want to hear about is Straik and his underwear."
"Right," I say, dazed. "Sorry. Please continue."
Her gaze settles on the double piercing on the head of my cock. "Was this for anyone in particular?"
"You."
She looks up at me and her mouth twitches. "You didn't know I existed until a few days ago."
"Does it matter? I was just waiting for you to come into my life." I reach out and stroke her soft cheek, because I can't resist touching her again. "Most mesakkah get a piercing for their eventual mate. Doesn't matter that I just met mine. Everything below the belt is all yours."
She chuckles, leaning into my touch. "And above the belt?"
"All yours, too…but a lot less fun."
Jade shakes her head, her smile sweet and amused. "That's where you're wrong, love. I like all of you. Not just your admittedly impressive cock. I like your personality, and your smile." She leans forward and pokes the center of my chest. "I like this, too."
"My pectorals?"
"Your heart, you goof." She flicks me with her fingertip. "Now, can I please blow you properly, or are you going to continue to interrupt me?"
Now I'm confused. I draw my hands over my cock, shielding it. "You're going to hit me? There?" I knew humans were a little wild, but I don't know if I'd be into dick-smacking. It doesn't sound fun, no matter how much I try to imagine it.
Her brows furrow, then smooth as a realization hits her. "No, Adiron," she says softly. I can hear the amusement in her voice, but she keeps things so, so gentle and low, as if she's coaxing me into a languid state. "When I say I'm going to blow you, it means I'm going to take you into my mouth and love every inch of your big, thick cock with my tongue. Humans call it a blow job."
Oh.
"Thank kef, because I am really not into the hitting."
56
ADIRON
Man, I've never been so glad in my keffing life that humans will put absolutely everything into their mouths. It's a weird thing to be thankful for, but I knew (thanks to my sister Zoey) that they didn't have a lot of the prejudices mesakkah families (and especially those from older houses on Homeworld) have. To them, a mouth is just another tool to be used. You eat with it, you talk and sing with it, and occasionally you lick your lover's cock from sac to tip.
Kinda like what Jade is doing to me right now.
I watch in utter fascination as her pink tongue glides up and down my length. I can't stop staring. Even if the ship crashed around us and every single one of those stasis pods opened, I'd still be utterly caught up in the sight of the tip of Jade's tongue darting over the ridges on my cock, the deep blue of my shaft garishly bright against her pink mouth and brown skin.
It feels like paradise.
A lot of things feel good. That first bite of food after a long, hard day. Sinking into your bed. A hot shower. Touching the female you adore. Letting her squeeze your h
orns between her thighs.
But this? This might go to the top of the list. Jade uses just the tip of her tongue on me, and it's ticklish and flirty and wet, and I'm never, ever going to keffing forget this sight for as long as I live. As I stare down at her in fascinated disbelief, she traces a vein along the underside of my cock. "You enjoy this?"
"Of course I do," she murmurs, her voice all sultry and gorgeous. Her fingers curl around the base, and I love how small they are compared to my size. I don't even mind that wiggly extra finger she has. I just want her to keep touching me. "You liked going down on me, didn't you?"
Before I can answer, her mouth closes over the tip of my cock and I practically come off the chair. My hips jerk, determined to shuttle into her mouth, and it takes all of my strength to remain where I am and not plow my cock into her face. Can't be rude, I remind myself. Not when she's being so generous with that tongue and those lips.
Kef me, those lips. They enclose my cock, right down to the thick crown around the head. Her tongue rubs against the underside and she sucks on me like she would one of those hard candies on a stick that are so popular with human children in vids. Then she moans as if she adores the taste of me and works her mouth deeper.
I can't stop staring. I've never seen anything so damned incredible in my life.
Then she sucks me hard, as hard as one of the ship's vacuums, and the breath hisses between my clenched teeth. I sag back in the chair, holding onto the damned thing for dear life, because I can't come just yet. Not yet, not when she's being so keffing good to me. I keep my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Her mouth leaves me with an audible pop, and then her glorious fingers are massaging my balls. "Should I stop?" she asks, all breathless. "If you're not enjoying yourself—"
