“Total loser.”
“You’re not calling me a loser, are you?” Titan asked from behind her.
She spun on the spot, tried to keep the I’m-an-idiot grin off her face but failed. The best-looking man in the galaxy stood in the corridor, dressed in a—gasp!—black suit and wore an acid-green tie and shirt ensemble. Reasons aplenty to grin.
“We’re dressed to match,” she said, hating the way her voice squeaked when she was excited.
“I was hoping we would.” His gaze traveled down to her boots. His mouth twitched when he looked up at her face. “I’m not wearing the right shoes though.”
Kim laughed, instantly loathing herself for not being able to remain cooler than this. Titan just made the giggly girl come out of her. Especially now that he was gorgeous and nice.
“So how many black suits do you have?”
He shrugged. “I keep a few here and there.”
“Man, genuine wool suits, the shop owners must love you,” she said, grinning, while her eyes devoured him.
At this he laughed, hard. “I don’t shop. Tailors come to me.”
“Have you always worn suits? Like when you were young, did you go to school in a shirt and tie?”
The thought of a diminutive Titan wearing a little suit and a tiny tie made her grin.
He shook his head. “Nope. I was the cocky little shit in the back throwing my stylus at the ceiling. There are a couple of marks left in that school, I’m sure of it.”
“Were you selling guns at school?”
“Funny girl. I was my sister’s official bodyguard. Before she got herself a huge boyfriend. His dad gave me my first job.”
“Selling guns?” Kim couldn’t help it.
“Breaking heads. I was a bouncer on Nebel 3.”
That would explain the scarred eyebrows. It would also explain much of everything else. Nebel 3 was a rowdy stop on many long-haul cargo ships.
“That’s where you’re from? I hear it’s gorgeous at night with the red sun and all. I’m a Lunar colonist myself.”
“Don’t see too many of you around,” Titan replied with a grin. “But to answer your question, I sold my first weapon at twenty-nine when a guy gave it to me to pay for a debt. I liked the kind of numbers that went with it. A bit of a late bloomer I guess.”
He looked past her shoulder and arched a scarred eyebrow. “You didn’t have to do all that, baby. I would’ve eaten right out of the can.”
Or right out of her suit…? The thought made her nipples tighten.
He must have noticed for his gaze lowered to her chest. “We better sit before all the blood leaves my brain and I start drooling.”
Titan waited for Kim to sit then pulled himself a chair and joined her. He fixed his plate with the intensity of a sharpshooter as she passed the plastic dish. After spooning some pasta onto it, he picked up his fork, brought it to his mouth and slowly, carefully masticated.
An awkward silence settled, punctuated only by the soft music coming out—muffled—of the cabinet. She should’ve chosen a better place. It sounded like it was coming from outside the ship. Only the bass came through clearly. Like a pounding sound, rhythmic, erotic.
She peeked up from her bowl and caught him looking at her.
“It’s good,” he said after he swallowed some water. His lips glistened.
Kim noticed the water in his tumbler trembled. His hands were shaking. Hers too, for that matter. When he raised it again and drained it, she watched his Adam’s apple bob over his tie with each gulp.
She was circling the table before he’d put the tumbler back down and barely managed to catch her when she straddled his lap with a leap. Her fork landed on the floor.
“Shit, baby, you want to kill me?” he cried out, coughing.
She didn’t let him finish and clamped her mouth against his throat so she could catch that glorious Adam’s apple and sink her teeth on either side. His clean-shaven skin felt just rough enough to be fun. She ran a hand up the back of his head and moaned with pleasure when the quarter-inch stubble brushed against her fingers.
“Come on,” she urged, rolling her hips. “Right here, right now.”
His hands were rough when he grabbed her hips and pressed her to him. “Oh shit,” he snarled, baring his teeth and trapping an earlobe. “I’ve gone Cro-Magnon.”
She was hoping he’d say that.
“Anything breakable on this?” he asked, pointing behind her at the table.
She shook her head, mouth still working furiously against his throat. A good sucking produced the darkest hickey she’d ever done. She licked it with pride.
Standing, Titan cleared the table with a wide swipe of his muscled arm. Plastic dishes and things went clattering on the floor. Kim gasped.
“Don’t worry,” he said, plopping her on the table. Her latex suit clacked against her latex skirt. “I’ll clean everything up.”
From above, his head looked perfectly round and she grasped it with both hands. He turned his face upward, his mouth already on the prowl. She crouched forward and got to him first and teased his bruised bottom lip with her mouth and teeth, flicked the tip of her tongue against his chin, retracted it teasingly then flicked out again.
He grinned wide and tried to trap it but wasn’t quick enough. Focusing on his bottom lip, she drew it in and sucked softly. While his tongue pressed against the seal of her teeth, she bit down gently so as not to hurt his already injured lip. Just delicious.
He hissed anyway and she stopped.
“Sorry, but you just totally make me want to grr.” Pretending to bite him, she growled and made chomping motions near his chin.
Under her miniskirt, his hands crawled up the insides of her thighs, fingers connecting in the middle under the tented latex, forced her head back. His fingers rubbed her narrow tuft up and down, never actually touching the skin. Liquid heat heralded her pleasure. With extreme precision, he bit the zipper at her throat and brought it down a few notches. She saw the acid-green reflection of her suit in his metal tooth. Kim moaned as she felt herself melting between the legs.
After he pulled away, he gazed under the skirt and licked his lips. He pushed against her chest. “Lay down.”
She did, keeping her torso propped on her elbows.
“All the way.”
With a groan, Kim leaned back on the table and let Titan spread her thighs wide. After a good yank, he unsnapped the skirt and sent it flying across the galley.
“How wide can you go?” he asked in awe.
“Wide.”
Kim forced her thighs even wider, her knees almost touching the table on either side. Years of stretching were finally paying off. Her other lovers had also been awed by her flexibility but she’d never made her muscles burn this way for them. Not like she did for Titan.
With a growl, Titan wrapped his big hands just above her knees and held her firmly while he dove for her exposed sex. “Oh baby, you put that lip thing on. I thought it was back in my house…well, now floating in space somewhere.”
“How many suits do you have?” she countered. “Well, I have more than one tube of lip gloss.”
Titan pursed his lips. “Now that’s dessert. Mm-mm.”
As soon as his mouth hit, Kim humped his face with every ounce of strength she had. She let her fingers skim through his short growth of hair, imagining it was velvet. His powerful tongue felt hot. Her pussy was already beginning to squeeze out her honey.
Following the faint rhythm of the bass in the music, Kim undulated, arched her back, stretched out her legs so one pointed fore the other aft. Her hips burned, so did her thigh muscles. She didn’t care. She wanted him to reach her innermost recess, devour and capture every fold, each crease and wrinkle. Her pearl was his to pull out of its home, to suck and nibble. Fingers soon joined his tongue. He pulled the latex slit wide apart. She heard it stretch, felt it tear up a bit in the back. She’d creamed that baby all nice and glossy for him, made sure she’d reached every square
inch so her suit wouldn’t be dull anywhere. Nothing grosser than dull, powdery latex.
From left to right, he licked the insides of her thighs, lower to her boots, which he bit but safely away from her skin. His gaze on hers, he let his agile tongue run from the back of her heel, up, up along her calf, behind her knee, over her thigh, before stopping in the center and attacking her drenched cleft again. Coupled with his other hand clutched tightly around her knee, Kim arched back and came on the spot.
Her long moan drowned the music. Her cunt milked, squeezed, clenched. With her hands, she trapped him there, used her abdominals to keep her upper body flexed off the table so she could control where his head went.
“That’s it, baby, give me more, keep it coming,” Titan murmured against her flesh. He licked, sucked loudly, slurped and spread her pleasure along her entire fissure. “Spill yourself, that’s it. Right here.”
Titan escaped her clutches and gathered her ankles in one hand, brought them in the center together while he rubbed her trapped sex with his free hand. Kim enjoyed having him secure her legs together this way and pretended to struggle, all the while wearing a big grin.
“You’re making me lose my mind,” he growled between his teeth. This girl would be the end of him.
He could hardly keep his dick in his pants as it was, but now that he had her with both legs up, like a pair of sculpted, shiny acid-green columns, all he wanted to do was pound himself into her nice little sheath instead of taking it slow. Purple-dyed pubic hair glistened in an inviting strip. That latex suit was the best thing since hyperjump!
Titan wrapped his fist around her high heels while he pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants.
“Just a quick taste, baby, I can’t wait any longer.”
His glans parted her slick folds and he stayed there, on the verge of penetration, taunting himself as much as her. Her butt muscles squeezed rhythmically, as though she were already clutching him tight. With a long inhaled hiss, he pushed in.
Her sheath broadened and stretched to accommodate him, walls undulated, cinched, sheltered, and made him feel as if he could spend his whole life encased in her warm flesh, forever joined, or if not already in her, consume his time yearning for it. Titan entered her like a ship returning to port—eager and thankful. He was home.
How he’d grown to associate Ballistic Kim with the feeling of “home” escaped him. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, the precise action or setting when it all changed, but he was as sure of his affection for her as he was about his intentions toward Drokesh. The Yithian couldn’t go on living after what he’d done to Kim. Titan didn’t need to know precisely what the crime lord had done, only that he’d hurt her and humiliated her. It was enough for him. That the Yithian had blown up his home didn’t exactly rank high on Titan’s favorite moments, but it didn’t even begin to compare to the white-hot rage roiling in his gut…the mere thought of those blue hands on her.
Titan wasn’t a choirboy either, and he’d killed more people than he’d befriended but he’d never stooped to the disgusting things Drokesh must have done to Kim. For this alone, if it was the only thing he knew about the Yithian, he deserved a bullet in each kneecap, one in the balls and one in the brain.
Kim closed her eyes and let her head loll to one side. Titan couldn’t help grinning with pride. There’d be hell to pay but right now, he’d spend a few hours in heaven.
“Harder?”
She shook her head. “Nice and slow.”
A sigh heaved her chest when Titan pulled out almost to the tip and glided back in again, his fist tight around the heels of her boots, his other arm wrapped around her knees. Latex squeaked between her legs.
Torture. Pure torture.
His balls constricted, his belly started to burn. Not yet.
Titan fought the first signs of orgasm for he wanted this to last. After he sank all the way to the hilt, he stopped and let the swell of pleasure smoothen down. His heart beat so damn fast he cringed.
“Pull out and take your jacket off,” Kim said, opening her eyes and staring at him hard.
Oh she liked to call to the shots, did she? Sure, why not? He’d do it her way…for a while anyway.
He pulled out and stepped sideways so she could watch him while he unbuttoned his jacket. She grinned when he slid it off his shoulders and hung it on the back of his chair. The lime green of his shirt suited her garment very well. He smoothed his shiny tie.
“Not that I don’t enjoy your kitchen table,” Titan said, his hand running down the length of her raised legs. “But you have a cabin on this thing with a really nice bed. I saw it when I fried your ship.”
“Yeah, and went through my things.”
“No more than I needed to get your beauty stuff.”
“Beauty stuff? It’s called a ‘toiletries bag’, Titan.”
“So? That bed?” he asked with a shrug.
Kim chuckled. “Why, you don’t like stainless steel? Too hard for you?”
Titan slapped her butt hard. The clack of skin against latex the best music in the galaxy. “You’ll need the extra padding, baby, believe me.”
With a cry of faked outrage, she rolled off the table and landed on the other side of it. She planted her palms on either ends of the table and leaned forward. Her eyes blazed with lust.
“You said you liked games.”
Titan nodded, liking the sound of this very much. He loved games. Especially if they involved Kim, latex and his dick. “Be careful not to turn me into a worse caveman.”
“What about tag? Do you like tag?”
Humming a slow, evocative confirmation, Titan pulled his member back in his pants and zipped them. Some things were meant to be enjoyed to the fullest.
She leaned in farther, stretched an arm like a cat. Titan remained immobile as he waited for her to make the first move. Oh he’d be enjoying this game very much. Nothing like chasing a sexy girl in a latex suit—one with access panels!
“You’re it!”
Kim moved so fast he barely had time to hiss. She tapped her hand over his and sprinted out of the galley through the beaded curtain.
The beads were still clicking like crazy when Titan cleaved through them and spotted a splash of acid green disappearing around the corner to his right. Adrenaline and lust fired his senses and he charged forward.
How she managed to run at all wearing those heels was beyond him.
Using his hands like pivots, Titan maneuvered the tight corners and narrow corridors until he’d reached a longer stretch of straight passageway. Her tight ass gleamed invitingly as she sprinted down to the hatch leading to personnel quarters. He remembered the configuration from after he’d stunned her and searched her ugly little ship.
With a grin, Titan charged down the corridor and closed his hand on her arm just as she pushed the hatch closed. He grunted under the strain of pushing both the heavy hatch and Kim, who used her body to block him. She squealed when he managed to push the hatch back her way and trapped her against the bulkhead.
“Come here, you little pain in the butt,” he snarled as he kicked the hatch closed and pressed the lithe woman against him. No woman had ever fit better than Kim.
He trapped her mouth under his, pushed her against the bulkhead for a quick and disorderly fuck. To his shock, she managed to hook a leg over his waist. But he didn’t take her, only crushed her beneath him, his hands and mouth doing most of the action.
“Come on,” she urged with a sharp little buck. That girl could move.
“Nope,” Titan countered, returning her buck with one of his own. “I have another game for you. It’s called the ‘cavegirl carry’.”
Another squeal, this one of delight, made his ears ring when Titan grabbed her under an arm and a knee and hoisted her over his shoulder. Hell, she weighed nothing!
Careful not to bang either end against the bulkhead, Titan marched toward her cabin, remembering how girly it was, with bead curtains and fluffy things everywhere. And
he remembered the smell of it too. Fruit lotion.
She pretended to struggle against him, compelling him to slap her butt a couple of times, assaults she rewarded with giggles and pretend anger. When he spotted her cabin, his rod had swelled so damn much he thought he was going to pass out from lack of blood to the brain. Titan wasn’t sure how long he’d last but he sure as hell was going to try.
He pushed the access button and the door slid. A whiff of that brain-melting lotion tickled his nose. Kim still arching and thrashing, Titan crossed the small cabin and dropped her on the bed, which took almost all the floor space. She must have had it custom made. No way this thing had been built with the rest of the ship. Compared to his humble bunk, her bed looked like a five-star lunar resort.
Kim landed on her hands and knees, that fine butt of hers sticking up. Titan couldn’t help it and grabbed her on either side of it, leaned and filled his face with her cleft, pulling her slightly up from the bed. Her moan turned into a long hiss when he licked hard enough to abrade the skin on his tongue.
“Now, baby, you’re going to show me some of those moves I saw at the Flashpoint.”
Titan dropped unceremoniously on her bed and arranged the many pillows under his back and head. One cushion was even made of silver faux fur. He shook his head.
She looked surprised for a bit. “You spied on me before you came over?”
He confirmed with a nod. “You were hard to miss, and even harder to ignore. It was all I could do not to drag you out into the tunnels and do all kinds of things to you.”
Kim stood and walked to a locker that had been painted a brutal shade of pink and retrieved a portable decoder from a bag. “So you were watching. Did you like what you saw?”
“I liked it a lot. And I want to see it again.”
A small lift of her chin made Titan want to leap off the bed and throw himself on her. She clicked on the decoder and waited until its power supply had charged. Soon music drifted out of speakers hidden around the cabin. Titan looked around but couldn’t spot a single one. A quick, pounding rhythm made him bob his head. She knew how to rig a ship, that girl. All the things they’d do together, the business, the profit.
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