Hot Target

by Nathalie Gray

  “Drop the other ones on the counter there.”

  He did, throwing murderous glances at her as he relinquished the ten-inch monster with obvious regret. “The one on your leg too.”

  Crab-walking back to the counter, she strapped her portable decoder on her arm, the muzzle never wavering, never leaving its target. She slid the smallest gun in her boot.

  “You were home free, Kim, but you had to do this.”

  “Home free?” she demanded, fury rising like a tidal wave. “You stabbed me in the back once and I’m supposed to just…what? Say ‘oops, sorry I moved, try again’. Or maybe I should wait here until that pig takes me back. I’m not going back, Titan, never. I’ll take down whatever—whoever—stands in my way. So I suggest you move out of it.”

  “Fine. Then leave.” Titan pointed to the locked door, smirked, crossed his arms and stared at her.

  She knew she couldn’t crack the access panel’s code nor could she do anything to it since she had no tools. A stunner wouldn’t help her either. The doors were reinforced. But not the walls…Maybe there were advantages to Twenty-first Century gear.

  Hardly blinking, Kim pointed the gun at the doorjamb where she knew electrical wires ran to feed the access panel and thus the locking mechanism. She fired twice. A dry, electrical explosion showered sparks at the foot of the doors and caused them to jolt open and remain stuck there halfway.

  Highly enjoying Titan’s look of pure frustration, Kim tipped the gun toward the door. “Ladies first.”

  “Where are we going?”

  While Titan walked past her, she kept the gun tight and secure, didn’t want to let him see how much she hated what she was doing. But he’d started the war and she was going to finish it. One way or another, she was getting off this rock and he wasn’t going to follow her.

  “To your shop. You fried my grid, so I’ll need a thing or two. It’s only fair, don’t you think? Plus, you’ve already seen my gear and now I want to see yours.”

  From the back, his shoulders looked tightly drawn in. The guy would probably want to kill her with his bare hands. Too bad. She was beginning to like him a lot. Goes to show friendly sex is the way to go.

  Him in front, they made their way along the tunnel, past the large doors to the bay beyond which his ship was docked then turned and walked down a gentle decline. Kim surmised they’d gone under the bay and toward the large tubular warehouses she’d seen from the ship. The guy had a nice compound. And orderly too.

  Neat freak.

  Kim gaped when they passed a section of the tunnel covered with the same thermoplastic ceiling as his house. She looked up but couldn’t see the Femme Metal. She had probably orbited behind the asteroid and would be floating back in a couple standard hours.

  At the end of the tunnel, a pair of thick-looking steel doors barred further progress. A red light blinked on the access panel.

  “Disarm it,” Kim said.

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  Titan leaned against the wall and stared at her. “Double-layer titanium with reinforced steel rivets, honeycomb polymer compound lining to minimize frag impact and shatterproof power couplings. You can’t shoot your way through these walls.”

  “I won’t need to because you’ll unlock it for me.” Kim aimed the gun at his feet and fired once.

  Titan leaped when the shot hit the floor between his feet. “Are you fucking mad, woman?” he yelled. His tooth gleamed menacingly. “There’s live ammo on the other side. For Christ’s sake!”

  “Do I look like I care about anything anymore?”

  He stared at her for a while, as though he gauged her sincerity. Muttering curses, Titan turned his back on her and activated the access panel. His leather glove creaked when he balled a fist.

  The doors slid inside the walls and Kim could only stare in mute awe. When he turned back toward her, she just waved the gun at the warehouse. She followed Titan inside.

  Under the red lights—the guy even knew about neon light’s negative effect on optical weapons—the warehouse was large, about a hundred by a hundred, and contained enough shiny toys to keep her happy for a year. Thick steel cages housed so many different weapons, Kim could barely keep herself from running along the aisles, stopping to grope every crate and box and container.

  “Oh…my…god,” she breathed. “Rocket-powered missiles with fifth generation post-launch guidance system, they’re like, totally expensive to get. Coherent beam cannons, pulse cannons, oh and the good kind too with the titanium plating and infrared optics and—ohmygod—are those kinetic energy guns? They’re huge! How the hell did you get your hands on those? They’re Naray, aren’t they? That’s a Naray weapon right there, isn’t it? You obviously don’t mind Interworld laws very much. Ha.”

  A giant, fifteen feet long, four feet diameter monster of a pulse cannon gleamed like a giant pinkish-silver penis along the wall. Kim couldn’t help herself and ran her hand over it. So shiny and smooth and hard. A tingle of excitement jabbed her between the legs.

  She turned to him, noted his arched eyebrows and half smile, and quickly sobered. “Not a bad setup you have here.”

  “That ‘setup’ took me nine years to build,” he replied tersely. But a sparkle of excitement danced in his eyes. Under the red lights, he looked even more virile, an animal in a suit, muscles coiled, flexed, ready to pounce.

  Kim looked away before she started to drool over him again. He’d sold her out to Drokesh. Bad Titan, very bad Titan.

  “Where do you keep your parts?”

  Titan smirked. “You know where I keep them.”

  Kim ignored his double-entendre and sighed. “The lady has a gun, remember?” she said, waving the muzzle in a small circle. “Where do you keep the spare parts for your ship?”

  “What do you need?”

  A man I can trust and who can eat me the way you do. “My gyrocompass is probably fried because of you. Got any of those?”

  “What does your ship run on? Three hundred?”

  Kim snorted. “Of course. Who runs on the old two hundred anymore?”

  “I did until not long ago.”

  “Yeah, well, I could’ve guessed that,” Kim replied as she pointed to the Twenty-first Century Glock in her hand. “You must have an all-access museum card, huh?”

  As he turned, eyes rolling, to one of the metal lockers along the wall, Kim took the opportunity to run her hand on the pulse cannon again. Man, he has good gear. With Titan well in view, she stood closer to the titanium cylinder, let her hip gently brush against the metal. Its cool bulk forced her flesh and muscles to yield. She pressed harder. Chills tightened her nipples against her suit. Kim angled her body until her pelvis rested flat against the cannon. Closing her eyes briefly, she tilted her hips so the cannon would rub against the seam on her suit, which in turn compressed her sex. She licked her lips.

  “He likes that a lot,” Titan said.

  Kim straightened hurriedly as he approached, a gyrocompass in his hands and a rocket pointed at her in his pants. His shirt and tie looked purple in the warehouse. Her favorite color.

  “He likes that, does he?” she replied, knowing she was playing with fire. Hell, more than just fire, she was poking her good luck in the eye with a sharp stick.

  “Yeah.” Titan took another step. He rested his gloved hand on the end of the cannon where the smooth bore rounded like a giant, ridged glans.

  Kim remained pressed against the side of the cannon, her sex quivering with mounting sexual energy. Out of the corner of her eye, she followed Titan’s hand as he rubbed the cannon’s “glans” softly, slowly, then up along the shaft, near where she stood.

  “So are you going to shoot me or what?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “What I want is my gun back in its little home right here,” he said, pulling his jacket aside so she could see the holster at his belt. His tight waist and muscled torso strained the shirt. She spotted a tiny sliver of skin between buttons. “Wha
t do you want?”

  “What I want is that gun,” Kim pointed to his crotch. “Back in its little home right here.” She twisted her hip and patted her lower belly. “But you messed up everything.”

  Titan nodded. “I know, baby. But I didn’t know you then.”

  “And you do now?”

  “I know you enough to like you, even if you’re a major pain in the ass.”

  “You’re one too, big guy, I’ll have you know.”

  Titan mock-bowed. “Thanks.”

  Kim rolled so her butt rested against the cannon. “So,” she said, bringing the gun down between her legs and letting its grip rest against her mons. “Do you want it back or not?”

  His gaze on her body, Titan took another step. She knew he could’ve reached out and touched her had he wanted to. His eyes narrowed to slits, his chin stood out prominently. “I’d like that, yeah.”

  “Then come and get it.”

  If he decided to steal the gun away from her and put a bullet in her brain, she wasn’t sure anyone would hate him for it. She was acting like a reckless, in denial, hormone-driven madwoman…was that it—love?

  Chapter Six

  Titan’s balls constricted with excitement and quite a bit of apprehension. The little pocket rocket could very well change her mind and blow his head off. Or worse, blow a hole in his best suit.

  Without hurry, he reached out palm up, fingers loose and relaxed, and waited until she put the gun in his hand. But she didn’t. Instead, she clamped her thighs over her hand, trapping his gun. That little…

  Sexual hunger spiking like an electrical surge, Titan drew nearer, marveled at the little thing’s pluck and stood in front of her, sandwiching her legs against the cannon. He leaned forward, slowly, his mouth coming very near the zipper to her suit and let his hand brush against her belly and hip, before angling his fingers downward and into the tight cleft of her thighs. She held his gaze with hers. His gun’s grip felt nice and warm and he wrapped his gloved hand over the portion sticking out. She had such small hands.

  Titan pulled his gun out from between her thighs, let the barrel graze her crotch as he did. When his Glock was safely back in its holster, he looked down at her boot, where his micro pistol protruded. “That one too?”

  She nodded.

  Only when it was back in its holster at his ankle did Titan dare to take a breath. Well, hot damn!

  Turning his attention back to her face, Titan bent over and planted both hands on either side of her hips. His mouth found the zipper. He pulled it down slightly with his teeth. The sound alone made his heart beat twice as hard.

  A puff of fruity lotion quickened his movement. He’d wanted to take her slow but he doubted he’d last very long. Already his cock ached.

  She didn’t say anything for which he was glad. The situation was strange enough, tense enough, without her trying to ask questions or psychoanalyze their fucked-up love-hate relationship. It was strange, kind of perverse, and he liked it this way.

  Kim closed her eyes and let her head fall back. Her pointy chin looked so delicious from underneath that Titan straightened and licked it.

  “Do what you did the last time, on my ship.”

  A growl escaped him when he crouched between her legs and licked her latex-covered mons. A quiver shook her.

  “Again?”

  “If you ask me that again, I’ll—”

  Titan’s forceful lick drowned the rest of her sentence. He pushed against her sex with his nose and chin, admired the way her lips parted on either side of the seam and nibbled at each in turn. Muscles bunched and twitched along her thighs. If he could only make love to her with that suit on, man wouldn’t it be just heaven!

  “They have to make these things with access panels,” he snarled, raking his bottom teeth upward along her mons.

  Kim chuckled. “They do.”

  “When’s your birthday? I’ll make sure to buy one for you. Any color in particular?”

  “I said they do make them, not that I didn’t have one.”

  Titan’s dick nearly jumped out of his pants. “You have one with the trap doors? You naughty thing.”

  She chuckled again. “Acid green.”

  “Oh baby…”

  He grabbed her ankles and pushed them at arm’s length so she’d be spread wide for his mouth. The latex glistened with his saliva, looked like wet, orange skin.

  Kim arched her back and followed the cannon’s sharp curve until her head connected with the wall. She planted her hands behind for support.

  Titan couldn’t believe how flexible she was…and how lucky that made him! Kneeling in front of her, all he could see were her tightly cinched thighs, mons and waist, her small breasts flattened by the distended latex then nothing else, as though she’d become a sex organ for him, for his taking. And take it he would.

  He zipped her suit down to her crotch. Her breasts cleared the constricting garment with a slight bounce that almost made him lose his mind. The urge to rip the suit off and shove his rod as deep as it’d go flashed like a bright sun in his turbulent mind. He tried to force the animal response down but too late.

  He used both hands to yank the suit down from her shoulders. Stopping only to gorge on her lace-covered breasts, Titan crushed her beneath him, lifting her off the floor.

  She cried out, pulled one of the bra cups under her breast and pinched her nipple. “Come on, do it,” she urged, “Do it, do it.”

  One last shred of control managed to pull him back from the edge. Titan knelt between her legs once again and assaulted her partly visible sex with his mouth.

  “Oh that’s so good.” A violent shiver shook Kim. “Mm.”

  While he held onto her ankles, kept them firmly apart on either side of him and forcing her trembling legs sill, Titan pushed his mouth and chin against her sex, bit the zipper and pulled it aside, finally freed a hand so he could pull the suit down around her thighs. The purple thong—inside out—looked black in the red light. He plucked it like a harp.

  “Come on,” she snarled. She tried to drive her sex in his face but couldn’t reach far enough.

  He felt her pleasure dripping out of her and slurped it all in. Her smell sent him into a feeding frenzy. He bit, nibbled, sucked, stabbed—he speared and raked, pulled and pressed. The skin of her engorged sex shined with her honey and his saliva. She looked so damn ready.

  Titan used his thumb on her clit for he’d begun to learn how to play this particular musical instrument. She hummed for him, arched and cursed. He pulled his own zipper down, heaved his throbbing cock out of its confines. He should just shove in. She’d like that. She wanted it this way. But he meant her to ask, and ask nice.

  When she began to undulate against his face, gyrate in ways he’d never seen before, he grabbed both ankles again and held her tightly. Abdominal muscles worked hard as she fought him. Under the warehouse’s red lights, the diamond in her navel sparkled like a ruby.

  Titan stood, grabbed the thong and gave a rough yank. The flimsy thing hanging loose in his fist. Kim raised her head and licked her lips as she watched him fist his cock and angle it toward her drenched entry.

  “That’s what you want, huh?”

  “No games, come on,” she snapped.

  “Ask nice or I won’t do it.” Like hell.

  “What?!”

  “I said, ask nice,” Titan repeated, rubbing his glans against her sex as he said the last word.

  As she made to wrap her legs around his hips, he stepped over her feet, trapping them on the floor. Quick as a cat, she tried to grab his cock but he held both her wrists against the titanium “seat”. Titan had her pinned on the thing, arched back, her pussy milking itself in anticipation of his rod ramming inside. Oh and he’d make her scream again. Scream his name, scream for him to fuck her harder. He knew she had it in her.

  Tilting his hips teasingly, he grazed her cunt lips with his rod. “Ask nice, baby, or you won’t have it.”

  “Come on, I’m going
to lose it.”

  A couple of figure eights against her sex soon reduced her to a trembling mass of twitching muscles. She grimaced with frustrated satisfaction. “Goddamn…Titan.”

  He liked the way his name sounded in her mouth. Speaking of which…

  Titan leaned into her and kissed her hard. Their tongues dueled, their lips and teeth wrestled with the other’s. He kept his dick well out of her incredible reach but rubbed it occasionally against her sopping cleft. After he sucked her lip in and trapped it there between his teeth, Titan stared at her then let go.

  “Ask nice.”

  A tight “please” passed between her clenched teeth.

  “Not good enough.”

  Titan crouched and mercilessly bit her exposed nipple. A violent shudder arched Kim’s back even farther.

  “Titan…shit, man, come on,” she whimpered. Another shudder shook her. He could tell she was very close.

  Fuck, if he didn’t ram his dick in her tight little cunt he’d lose his mind and start humping the walls.

  “I don’t think—”

  “PLEASE!” she yelled in his face.

  After the initial shock wore off, Titan brusquely angled his cock along her cleft and hissed when he thrust upward in one quick jab. She seized him right down to the balls and started milking him almost painfully. Titan shoved hard and deep, using all his burning muscles, forcing her sheath to mold to his thickness, marveling that he could fit at all, and pumped until he thought his head would explode with his thunderous heartbeat.

  Her rhythmic, rising crescendo of screams titillated his pride. Needled, Titan gave her his all. He twisted his hips, he rammed quick and shallow then he plunged deep enough to feel the end of her channel and pushed some more. His heart beat so hard it hurt. The wave was coming. He felt the first signs behind his bouncing balls, up along his thighs and butt cheeks. Fuck, this was going to be a good one!

  As he meant to slow down and savor the moment, Kim violently shoved herself against him. The resulting lance of visceral rapture proved too much to bear. He yelled his exulting triumph, one last knock up her clutching cunt. His semen shot out with a ferocity that shocked him.