Before he was done—hell, he wouldn’t be done with her six standard hours from now if he could help it—she scooted down from his face, his chest, waist then settled on his thighs.
“I wasn’t—”
She’d just grabbed his dick two-handed and rammed it in her mouth. The whole thing, just like that! He humphed with shock and pleasure. Hot damn, holy mother of…
Despite the gloom, he could see her shiny hair spilling in thin braids on either side of her head as she hovered up, down, up, down. They tickled his belly and hips. He grabbed a fistful and pulled her head up.
“Give me a break, baby, or I won’t last—”
She didn’t seem to care. Groaning deep in her throat, Ballistic Kim—Pocket-Rocket-Wild-and-Sexy-Fuck-Goddess Kim in his book—wolfed him down to the hilt again.
Suddenly feeling as if he’d stuck his rod in hot strawberry cream, she pushed her forehead against his groin, sheathed his cock all the way down her throat. Just as he was about to explode, she pulled out and squeezed the base very hard. He felt the wave subside, smooth out. Perfect timing too.
Practice makes perfect, right. The thought of her with other men didn’t do anything for him so he just pushed it out of his mind.
Not even two seconds after, Titan barely had time to flinch when she seized his member like she meant to choke it, crouched over his thighs and knocked her hips down against his. Impalement was the only word that came to his reeling mind.
“Ohhh, baby,” he murmured, clutching at her undulating waist. So tiny. His gloved fingers met at the back of her.
A series of sharp little cries reverberated in the cargo hold. Her voice rose in pitch and volume as if she were practicing her alphabet but remained stuck on the first letter. As she bounced and rolled her pelvis, Titan could hardly believe the sheer ferocity, the stamina such a tiny body could deploy. He’d never had sex lying on the floor of a cargo hold with a woman sitting on him before! In the darkness, he felt her arch back then one of her hands cupped his balls, which she squeezed. He followed her front with his hands and caught her rubbing her breast.
“No, these are mine,” he growled, coming up sit-up like and trapping one of the olive-sized nipples. Her cry proved the best expression of gratitude a guy could get.
“Bounce, baby, harder,” he urged.
Fingers rough against her flesh, he dug his fingers in and pulled the bra under her breasts, which rose to meet his mouth. He could hardly catch them for all her brisk heaving.
She finally abandoned the first letter of the alphabet and snarled, “Harder. Harder.”
When she arched back, he followed her, his arm wrapped around her waist so she wouldn’t fall away from him before climbing to his knees. Tilting her until she lay on the floor, Titan bore down upon the lithe body. There was nothing like gravity to help with a good, hard fuck!
“That’s it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Ahh. Yess.”
The metal floor murder on the knees, Titan thrust in the narrow but deep woman, pulled out then rammed back in. The latex suit formed a hammock between her calves. She cried out again, his name this time. Titan had never heard it quite this way before. Like a claim, a plea, a conquest all at once. He’d make sure to pay a visit to Drokesh’s establishment in the near future…maybe he’d get lucky again.
Titan slowed down, bent his elbows so he could reach her ear. “You want more?” he murmured.
Some tresses had bunched up over her face but she didn’t seem to mind. He pushed some out of his way and devoured her mouth. His breathing quickened when she arched underneath him, met his hips without his moving.
“Titan.” Now this time, he heard the warning tone in her voice.
And loved it.
He shoved back in so hard she rode up a few inches. Her suit in the way, she tried to wrap one leg over his thigh, partly succeeded.
After a foul curse, she pushed him at arm’s length. “Wait. Pull out.”
Titan tried to fight the disappointment gnawing at him. All good things had to end, right?
She crawled out from under him while he sat on his heels. He was pulling his cock back in, grinding his teeth and mentally cursing his luck when he felt something very warm and soft land on his lap.
He reached out and patted…her butt?
“Come on, move,” she demanded with a sharp buck against him.
Her drenched cleft rubbed against his dick. Oh, the little…
She must have gotten her nickname from her former profession after all and not her arms-dealing business.
Through the gloves—he still wore his gloves, for god’s sake—his thumb readily found the thong, and he pulled it sideways while he heaved his cock up to her pussy. It was so wet, so very wet, that he could hardly contain himself.
Knowing she could handle big guns such as his, Titan didn’t mess around and just banged his hips against her butt.
Her cry of bliss made him close his eyes. The best fuck. Ever.
Pounding didn’t begin to cover what he did to her as he used every fiber in his body to ram himself in to the balls. Not only was she happy with that, she even managed to angle her pelvis so he’d have access to her clit as well, and he rubbed that little thing like a genie would pop out of it. Through the gloves too!
Fire blazed from his shaft out to his belly. How he’d managed not to come sooner, given the wild little thing’s energy baffled him. But hey, a guy couldn’t complain, right?
One, two, then a last violent thrust brought him right to the edge. Just before his seed exploded out of him, he pulled out with a sucking sound and came on the floor between her legs.
“Ohh,” she said, sounding as though someone had cancelled Christmas.
When the last of his semen had spurted out, he allowed for a bone-deep shiver then pulled himself back in. The boxer briefs felt sticky and restrictive now.
He grinned in the darkness, their ragged breathing heavenly music.
But playtime was over…on to business.
Before she had any idea, Titan extended his hand to his calf, slid the gun out and reached toward the source of heat. His hand encountered a shoulder, an arm. Lust blazed in him again.
Hadn’t he just fucked, what, a minute ago? Would he ever get enough of her? Thirty hours, man. Make them count.
She didn’t even try to move away when he let his hand snake up her neck. But she did yelp when he closed an iron fist in her hair and pulled her close. He pressed the gun up against what he knew to be her jaw.
“You make a single wrong move, baby, and this party will be your last. Clear?”
“You fucking pig, you backstabbing, lying sack of shit, you—”
“I get the drift. Now let’s take a walk, okay?”
She’d just spent the best—what, half hour, hour?—screwing with the man and it was going to end this way? She never should’ve told him to take his shirt off. With a man looking like him? Big, big mistake.
Great going, Kim. The best kisser and he’s about to blow your brains out.
A small green light to her left caught her attention. The NVG. Shit. Too late, he’d seen it too for it blinked out then hovered higher until it disappeared altogether. He was putting them on.
Maybe she could try to tear them off his face? Like that’s likely to be successful.
She heard the high-pitch whirr of the goggles being reactivated. The battery would hold for another few standard hours, so the jerk could stick around and see everything for quite some time while she bumbled her way through a pitch-black ship.
“Ahh,” he said, “much better this way.” Then he drew a sharp breath in. “My, baby, you look as good as you taste.”
Heat flushed her cheeks.
“Oh and would you look at all that nice stuff?”
Kim’s chest swelled with pride. She was proud of her inventory, her shiny toys.
“Get dressed, we have to get out of here, it’s getting too cold.”
He was right, the Femme Metal had been d
ead in space for the longest time and if she didn’t get her started again, mold would set in and she might as well sell her by the pound for scrap metal. Kim cursed under her breath.
While she wrestled the clammy suit back on, sucking her gut in and zipping it angrily, she heard the ruffle of clothes, shoes scraping against the floor. She put her head down, disentangled her braids then whipped back straight and let them fall behind her shoulders.
“Do that again and I just might go Cro-Magnon on you.”
The lust in his voice thrilled her sense of danger, caressed that reckless streak in her character…the one that had just put her in deep shit. Wouldn’t Alex be proud. Totally.
She heard Titan walk away a few steps then come back. “You had a stunner pointed at me?”
“I don’t use pieces from a museum when I mean business.”
“My guns aren’t—” he stopped, took a deep breath. “If I would’ve known it was only a stunner, I wouldn’t have been so nice.”
Then nothing would’ve happened between them. In a way, Kim was glad he hadn’t known what she pointed at him.
“Let’s go.”
“We have to get the ship started again otherwise she never will.”
“Precisely where we’re going. I should get a fair price for it. It’s ugly but can pull its own in a fight.” His hand landed on her shoulder and steered her toward what she thought was a very faint rectangle of paler darkness.
“She’s not for sale.”
“Everything is.”
Kim could smell the difference as she stepped out of the cargo hold and into the corridor. The metal grill rattled under their feet.
“Engine room.”
She nodded, knowing he could see her clearly. She wondered if he was looking at her ass, absurdly hoped he was.
Kim let her right hand run against the bulkhead as she maneuvered the passageway with practiced ease. After about twenty paces, she began to slow down, knowing the engine room must be close.
“This ship has no secrets for you, does it?” he said as he passed to her left and entered the room. Smells of his cologne tickled her nose. “Do you know where you need to go?”
She did. And even if she didn’t, like she would ask him!
Kim didn’t even reply as she followed the bulkhead inside the engine room, stayed with it until she guessed the extinguisher case was coming up—she’d banged her head enough times to know where the damn thing was—ducked a bit lower than necessary and heard Titan chuckle.
“Close. It’s still in front of you. About two feet.”
Angry and embarrassed, Kim continued for a few steps with her head tucked between her shoulders then straightened. A seam in the bulkhead heralded her target. The massive thermoplastic panel of the electrical distribution unit felt smooth under her fingers. She ran them along its face and a bit lower than her chest.
“You’re getting warm,” Titan said from behind her.
He was much closer than she’d anticipated. Something in his tone stoked the fire still burning in her pussy. Man, that had been one good ride. The best. Hands down.
And probably her last.
Kim continued running her hands lower, hoping to get at the access panel before she’d have to ask for the jerk’s help.
He chuckled again. “Oh you’re hot now, very hot.”
Total jackass.
Then she encountered the corner of the access panel and clicked it open. She didn’t need his help to find what she was looking for. All she had to do now was start at the top left corner and press every little bump on the rubber-coated screen. She did, one by one resetting Femme Metal’s systems. A low whirr indicated she’d just activated the environmental controls. Next came propulsion, which would cause the engines to purr back to life an hour or so after the ship had run her internal checks then all the other systems. Then she’d be fit to go. Hopefully.
She kept the third on the first row for last. This one would get the lights and water pumps going. With the NVG on, the bright light of the engine room would daze him for a few seconds. If she could blind him long enough, maybe she could grab the weapon from him.
It was the only one left now. No turning back.
With shaking fingers, Kim pressed the light switch back on and whirled around, cringing against the sudden light stabbing her brain.
“Thought you could fool me, huh?”
Titan had the goggles around his neck and the stunner aimed at her. His open shirt hung over his pants and a bit of purple tie stuck out of his jacket pocket. Surprisingly, he didn’t look as triumphant as one would expect in his situation.
“Sorry, baby, but in this business, there’s not enough room for you and me.”
Titan fired.
* * * * *
Kim woke to the sound of a man chuckling. They weren’t on the Femme Metal anymore for the smells were all wrong. She opened her eyes to see Titan with her catalogue in one hand and his gun—one of them anyway—in the other. With the extra-long barrel, he clicked on the next file and shook his head. The man was impeccably dressed once again. On the console to his left was set her portable decoder.
Looking around, she realized they must be on his ship, on the bridge. Just like his weapons, the man’s vessel proved just as old-fashioned. Turn dials, for god’s sake. Who used turn dials these days? He sat on a massive, black polymer chair with chrome armrests. The thing didn’t even have controls. He must have to do everything manually on this bridge. Such a waste too, for she could see how it’d be easy to just splice a few wires here, add a bunch of couplings there. She’d have the bridge join the Twenty-fourth Century in no time.
Kim cursed mentally. She shouldn’t be thinking about retrofitting his ship but about blowing it into as many tiny pieces as possible.
Another chuckle rumbled in his chest.
For all her hate for him, he did look charming when he smiled. And dimples too? Yep, charming, just like a snake.
“The Principal…” he went on with her list of designs, “The Attitude Adjustor. Oh this one is good, Big Will.”
“That’s the one I’d like to cram up your thruster,” she snarled with a yank on the restraints at her wrists. The Yithian cuffs bit her flesh and she stopped. The metal floor dug into her butt, which was tingling painfully, and Kim tried to shift her legs and noticed her toiletries bag had been set beside her.
He looked down at her from his seat. “How do you come up with these names?” Titan accessed another file. “The Negotiator…’make them see things your way’. Are all of these tested?”
“Of course not. Some of them come with a disclaimer. That’s why they’re cheaper.” Kim bit back the rest. Why, why had she just conversed with the guy holding her at gunpoint? Get a grip, girl.
With his mouth in a silent O, he nodded. “Makes perfect sense.”
Kim tried to subtly twist her wrist out of the loop but he’d tied it just tight enough to allow circulation but no movement. A professional’s touch.
“What are my chances?” she asked, staring hard.
“Chances of what?”
“Me getting out of here.”
“Without me, you mean? About twenty percent.”
She had to ask. “Twenty? Not ‘about half’, or ‘nil’, but twenty?”
“I’m a numbers kind of guy.” A small bleep from the navigational console made him squint. He pocketed the strip of plastic and stood.
“Where are we going?”
“Home.”
“Where’s home?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Where’s my ship?”
Titan blew a long sigh, looked at the ceiling then knelt by her on the floor. “Do you know what happens to people who ask me too many questions?”
Kim stared stubbornly as he leaned in, barely an inch from her face, and curled his lip. The metal tooth gleamed threateningly.
“What?” she forced through her teeth. “You stare at them real hard?”
His scar-marked eyebrow
s shot way up. Grabbing her by an arm, he hoisted her to her feet. Kim’s boots left the floor for a second before thudding back down.
Okay, that’s strong.
“It annoys me.”
Just so she wouldn’t lose face any more than she already had, Kim stared away. “Yeah, whatever. Your ship’s talking to you.”
Titan released her arm and circled the big chair. Bending over the console, he worked the antique dials and switches, sat then crossed his arms.
There was an autopilot on this thing?
Kim snorted as she watched the corner of the viewscreen she could see. An asteroid about half the size of Old Earth’s moon lazily twirled close to them. Much too close. She cringed when she thought they were about to get a hell of a lot closer than they ought to. But instead of ending in a conflagration of exhaust gas and twinkling bits, they went around, followed its uneven terrain where a couple of buildings clinging to the broken surface shined like steel tubes. She braced her legs when the autopilot maneuvered the ship, which was going much too slow for one its size. As if it were towing something behind.
The Femme Metal.
They were probably pulling the other ship behind them until she’d finished her checks, which told Kim they hadn’t traveled that far.
A loud clunk and a shudder indicated something had released along the exterior hull. Kim had to give the guy credit, he’d taken good care of her ship and would now probably leave her in orbit around the asteroid. He was protecting his new assets. All this and brains too.
She hated his guts.
With much teeth-grinding and mental Titan murders, she followed the ship’s movements, absorbed the muffled pof-pof of the skids touching down and leaned against the bulkhead as the ship quivered then grew still.
The lights switched to amber just as Titan was standing, her portable decoder in hand. “Get your bag and come with me.”
She crouched until her butt was a foot off the floor, her hands between her heels and grabbed the bag. Titan followed her movement with hungry eyes. Kim sprang back up, knowing she’d just given his imagination a nice jolt.
“You really know how to move,” he commented in a thick voice. His chest heaved rapidly.
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