Pleasure Planet

by Beverly Havlir

  distance. If she could only make it through the door, she could run outside and escape. But before she could even make another move, he was there beside her. Incredibly, she heard his low laugh before he hauled her against him and toppled back on the bed. Before she could even catch her breath, he rolled over and pulled her hands over her head. He threw a leg over her flailing limbs, effectively subduing her. Panting, she glared at him. “I’m asking you to leave. Find somebody else to fuck tonight. You don’t know the trouble I’ll be in.”

  His face sobered. “I don’t want to leave.” He rubbed his stiff cock against her thigh.

  “I don’t want somebody else. I want you.” He bent his head and looked directly into her eyes. “Whatever trouble you think you’ll get in because of me won’t happen. I’ll make sure of it.” The last was added in a husky voice before he ripped her top in two. She gasped. The sides fell away to expose her heavy, tingling breasts. He didn’t even pause, just went straight to the waistband of her pants and pulled. The fragile material gave in an instant. Ignoring her hiss of outrage, he tossed the scraps of cloth aside and just feasted his eyes on her naked body.

  His gaze was hot enough to melt an ice planet. Ava ceased to struggle. Her nipples puckered into tight, painful points. The rapt look on his face as he gazed down at her halted whatever words she was about to say. Nobody had ever looked at her in that hungry, I-must-have-you-now kind of way.

  An answering hunger rippled through her starved flesh. It was at that moment she conceded defeat. She was going to let this stranger fuck her. “I don’t even know your name,” she whispered.

  “My name is Tristan,” he murmured just before his lips swooped down to possess hers. With a muted groan, Ava responded with mindless abandon. Her lips opened under his, the sweep of his tongue across her lower lip the only warning she got before he delved into the dark cavern of her mouth. The hot flicks of his tongue were intoxicating, tasting faintly of ale and something else, something she couldn’t quite name, but that was immediately addicting. She was drowning in his kiss, reveling in the urgent melding of their mouths. By the time he tore his lips from her protesting ones, she was breathing hard and greedy for more.

  His eyes glittered like dark jewels. His tongue snaked out to lick her kiss-swollen lips. He smiled when she attempted to capture his mouth for another kiss. “We have all night,” he assured her.

  Ava pulled against his hand. “Release me.”

  The slow, sexy grin he gave her weakened her knees. “I rather like you in this position.”

  An unpleasant thought brought her up short. “You like your women tied up and restrained?” How many women did he have? Come to think of it, what did she really know about him? Who was he? Her stomach sank in dismay. What was she doing? He could be a killer wanted in five galaxies…and she could be his next victim. 77

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  He frowned. “I suppose I enjoy sex games, but—” He paused, then glared at her with something akin to affront. “I’m not a killer. Nor am I wanted in any galaxy.”

  Ava’s eyes widened, bewildered. How did he know what she was thinking? Was he a mind reader?

  “My com-plant is highly sensitive. It can detect thoughts and feelings, unless you have remarkable psy-control and you’re able to block your mind waves.”

  Com-plant? Psy-control? What was he talking about?

  “Com-plant is my computer implant,” he explained with exaggerated patience.

  “There are some beings in the galaxy that have exceptional psy-control that can block probes into their thoughts and memories. Are you reassured now that I’m not a killer?”

  She flushed. “I don’t know anything about you other than your name.”

  In answer, he slid a thick finger inside her wet pussy. Ava gasped.

  “Would your pussy be this wet if you were really afraid of me?” Tristan asked. Her reaction was all the answer he needed. He added another finger and began a slow, almost lazy, pumping motion. Her resistance dissolved in the face of such persuasion and her limbs fell open, giving him unrestricted access.

  “That’s right,” he murmured in appreciation. “Open for me.”

  She should take offense at the supremely pleased, arrogant tone he’d adopted. But the swirling sensations he brought about made any such thoughts flee her mind. It felt so good. And damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her temperature rose. She felt hot, very hot.

  “You’re registering a spike in your temperature,” he announced, his tone lined with a mix of curiosity and arousal.

  Ava bit back a moan.

  He plunged his fingers in to the hilt. “The heat in your pussy is remarkable. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” He stilled. “My com-plant tells me this is not the norm.”

  Ava looked at him in disbelief. “You’re thinking about that now?”

  Tristan had the grace to flush. “My apologies. I’ve never encountered a pussy such as yours. It’s highly unusual. The more aroused you are, the hotter your pussy gets.”

  Her gaze slid away, slightly embarrassed. She felt like a freak specimen under observation. “It’s a rare genetic quality I inherited from my mother. Not all Erosians have it.” She wiggled and attempted to push him away, trying to close her legs.

  “Science class is over. Let me go.”

  He had the audacity to grin, easily holding her in place. “Ah, but we’ve only just begun.” He resumed his movement, his fingers dipping in and out of her pussy. “I’m already anticipating the moment when my cock will be buried in this heat. I fear I might not be able to wait.”

  Ava glared at him with resentment. “I’m not here to amuse you.”

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  He stuck his face close to hers. “The last thing I want from you is amusement. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want to bury my cock in the incredible heat of your pussy and just rut in you, until you set us on fire.”

  Her brain fogged over with his words. All thoughts of resistance fled. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy, the audible, slurping sound of her moist flesh clinging to his echoing in the silence of the room. Heat skittered along her spine as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked.

  “So hot and delicious. You taste better than Kai-pana juice.”

  She shivered. Kai-pana was a fruit known to be an aphrodisiac. Its juice spiked one’s sexual arousal and was said to enhance sexual performance. “I don’t believe you. Kai-pana is very rare.”

  “Hmm, you’re right,” he agreed, bending low to skim his lips down her neck. His tongue snaked out to dip into the shell of her ear. “We found it in the farthest outpost of the Exeter quadrant. One sip and it would turn you into a raving creature, starved for sex and plagued with an almost unquenchable lust.” He suddenly sucked on the skin at the base of her throat. “I’m thinking of giving you a drop. That’ll give me just enough time to sink into your hot pussy over and over until I’m satisfied.”

  Heat pooled in her belly. His fingers skimmed down her raised arms to her side, seeking a breast and finding it. Squirming on the bed, she released the breath she’d been holding in a gasp. His big hand cupped and curved around the mound, holding her nipple between his fingers. He squeezed.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned, jerking against him. The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain.

  He locked his jaw and gritted his teeth. “Tell me what you want.”

  He said she was hot, but the heat emanating from him was tremendous. With a small whimper she struggled and strained against his hold. Her blood turned molten and throbbed hotly under her skin. “Touch me. Touch me all over.”

  The soft touch of his hand belied the lust swirling between them. The same feeling of helpless desire that had taken her over during her performance was once again weakening her limbs. The tight claw of want had a stranglehold on her. She wanted him with a totality that took her breath away. With a small moan, she shifted closer, as close as she possibly coul
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  Tristan bent low and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. His tongue came out and licked her all over, driving her to arch her neck in invitation. He drew back and looked down at her. His lips were mere inches from hers. If she just reached up, just a little bit, she would… When their lips touched, her eyelids fluttered shut and all thought flew from her mind.

  He kissed her softly, running the tip of his tongue over her lower lip, before opening wide and taking possession of her mouth. It was a kiss that plundered without hesitation, a fierce and uncompromising taking.

  Her breath escaped in a hiss of pleasure.

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  He was a master at long, languorous licks. But it wasn’t enough. Tight frustration wrung a moan of protest from her, one he ignored. His big hand curved around the indentation of her waist, his fingers trailing sensuous patterns on her sensitized skin. Everywhere he touched left her with a simmering mark, trails of heat seeping under her skin.

  “I need more of you,” she sobbed urgently.

  “And you will have more of me. ” He cupped her breast and rotated his palm on the stiff crest.

  He was driving her crazy.

  He raked her nipples with his teeth. The light, barely there touch did not even begin to satisfy her. She writhed on the bed. “Release me,” she demanded in a whisper. Tristan chuckled and shook his head. “Not yet.” He prodded her nipple with the tip of his tongue, grinning at her moan. “So plump and large, perfect for my mouth.” He pulled her flesh deep between his lips and sucked.

  Ava gasped and closed her eyes weakly. The hard, rhythmic suction of his mouth drove the breath from her lungs. She arched against him. Her fists clenched. She was filled with the overwhelming need to touch him. Frustration fed the need she felt, and she whimpered in protest. Light fingers trailed down over the slight swell of her abdomen. Her skin tightened under his light touch. Her lips parted on a soundless moan, moist and needy.

  His eyes dark and hot, he placed her hands on his chest, finally releasing her wrists. A sigh of bliss escaped from her. She drew her palms over his taut, silken muscles. Ava gave in to her urges and rubbed her nipples against the incredible heat emanating from him. “Ohhh.”

  He slid down, curving a hand under her ass, shouldering her legs wide apart, opening her to his gaze. The look in his eyes made her shiver. This big strong warrior was looking down at her with such hunger and naked wanting. She swallowed. The intensity of this…thing happening between them was frightening. She bit her lip, smothering a moan.

  Tristan reached up and brushed her lower lip. “Don’t.” He leaned down and took her in a kiss of complete possession. Her senses whirled. Hunger was a living, breathing thing inside her. She was ravenous for him.

  Ava cupped her breast and offered it to him, the rose-colored nipple pouting at him. “Kiss me. Here.”

  He lowered his head and pulled the tip between his lips. At the contact, she groaned and pushed more of her flesh into his mouth. Sharp needle points of desire attacked her with every push and pull of his lips. A moan of frustration came from her lips at his light touch. She wanted him to suck her harder, deeper. She wanted him to draw her flesh deep into his mouth and suck.

  “More. I need more.”

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  Instead of complying, Tristan went lower and slid down over the slight swell of her abdomen. Hard hit by desire and anticipation, Ava writhed on the bed. She waited for his touch but it never came. Her eyes opened and found Tristan looking down at her, a muscle ticking at his jaw, fine lines of strain around his beautiful lips.

  Tristan gazed down at her, lust surging in his bloodstream. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were soft and unfocused. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice strained.

  Her damp hair stuck to her cheek as she tossed her head. “Take me.”

  “So be it,” he declared in soft tones, his lips parting in a victorious smile. The soft skin of her abdomen beckoned. He slid down to his ultimate destination. Her musky scent assailed his senses, making his mouth water. He wanted to taste her on his lips and drive her over the edge of fulfillment.

  The smooth expanse of her long legs drew his gaze as she twisted on the bed restlessly, opening wide and inviting his touch. He stilled, poised over the fragrant mound of her pussy. He couldn’t wait to taste her. His flattened tongue snaked out and he gave her a long lick. “By the Gods, you taste incredible.”

  Her pussy was smooth and hairless. His breath rushed out of his lungs, forcing him to inhale deeply. Eager to taste her, he sought the innermost folds of her pussy. He pushed her legs wide apart, exposing all of her to his gaze. With his fingers, he pulled the dripping labia of her pussy apart and concentrated on the little button of pleasure that was pouting at him, begging for his touch.

  He bit at her, holding her steady when she bucked in his arms. Tristan slipped his tongue through her slit and plunged deep inside, massaging and tormenting the tender tissues of her channel. By the Gods of Karn’al, her pussy was indeed hot. A fierce tide of lust gripped him. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock deep in her wet sheath. The feeling was primal. He wanted to establish possession. He wanted to make her his.

  With a fierce frown of concentration, he slipped deeper, seeking more of her honeyed taste. He was enveloped in her private heat, the internal temperature of her pussy hotter than any other he’d known.

  How the hell was that possible?

  His cock brushed against the cool sheet and he almost groaned out loud, near bursting. Unable to bear it any longer, he reared up and covered her body with his. Fitting the head of his cock between the folds of her pussy, he pushed in with one great stroke.

  Ava cried out.

  Tristan didn’t move, every muscle tight and straining. Dimly he noted his complant registering a large spike in the pleasure part of his brain. Beads of perspiration covered his face. He moved once, and had to close his eyes with the supreme sensation of being inside her pussy. He clenched his muscles, gripping her hips roughly as her 81

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  heat surrounded his cock. He’d never felt anything like it. The small part of his brain still functioning told him he was hardly being gentle with her, but he couldn’t help the need driving him. He withdrew and pushed back in with one smooth stroke, earning a strangled gasp from her. Right then, he knew she was with him every step of the way. Again and again, he stroked inside her, burying himself balls-deep in her receptive pussy. He heard an animal-like groan and realized it came from him. He pushed her thighs wider and rooted deeper. He needed to fuck her, needed to absorb as much of the rare heat of her tight channel as possible.

  Clamping his hands on her upper thighs, he splayed his fingers and pulled open her labia. His cock ground against her clit every time he drew in and out. Clenching his teeth, his control snapped. Firmly holding down her writhing body, he fucked her, hard and fast, thrusting deep every time. The mewling noises she made barely registered in his mind. He wanted to last, but the feel of her pussy clinging tightly to his cock was his undoing. Her sob of fulfillment reached his ears. With a rough growl, he fucked her faster, gritting his teeth at the slide of his cock against her slick walls. Pleasure shot from the base of his spine. With one last mighty thrust, he came with a roar. He shook from the force of his orgasm and slumped over her. A slow grin pulled at his lips. If the way she gasped out his name over and over was any indication, he’d fucked her well and good.

  Raising himself on his elbows, he pushed aside the hair that partially covered her face. Her eyes were drowsy, her cheeks pink. Tristan kissed the sweet curve of her jaw before he carefully withdrew from her and stood up. With a rueful grimace he looked down at his cock, expecting to see it singed and burned through. Although his cock was red, everything looked normal.

  “A-are you all right?” she asked hesitantly.

  His lips curved. That’s supposed to be my line. “Just a little hot,” he drawled. “Y
our pussy has an unusually high temperature.”

  A delectable flush spread over her cheeks and her eyes slid away. “I can’t explain it. I don’t know why I’m like that.” She glanced back at him. “In your—er—experience, I gather that’s not something you encounter often?”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “I can honestly say I’ve never encountered a pussy as hot as yours.”

  “I’m sorry,” she offered with downcast eyes. “I’m a freak.”

  He bent low to kiss her. “Nothing to be sorry about. And I don’t think you’re a freak. To be honest, it just about blew me away.”

  Her face lit up. “It did?”

  “It felt incredible,” he whispered against her lips. “I can’t wait to feel it again.”

  “Oh.” Her eyes turned sultry and inviting. “I’d like that, too.”

  With a smile, he lowered himself over her. It was true, he realized. He couldn’t wait to feel the tight, hot clasp of her pussy again. Soon, he was lost in the allure of her body once more.

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  Chapter Three

  Just before the yellow sun rose, Tristan was awakened by a call from his ship. He crept out of bed and walked out to the sitting room.

  “Speak,” he commanded in low tones. He glanced back once, noting that Ava hadn’t moved.

  Logan came on the com-link. I think you better come back here, Tris. It’s urgent. We found something.

  I’ll be right there. He severed the link and dressed quickly. He glanced down at Ava. She looked much younger in repose, her lips softly parted as she slept, the golden, curly strands of her hair spread out on the pillow. Something tugged at his heart, but he didn’t stop to analyze his feelings. Just looking at her made him ache with a hunger that he’d never felt before.

  Did she even know how beautiful she was? How generous and passionate and giving? As he stood memorizing her features, there was a sudden niggling thought in the back of his mind. She looked vaguely familiar, like he’d seen her somewhere before. He frowned, quickly searching his com-plant database. Nothing. If he had, surely he wouldn’t have forgotten her?