The rhythm accelerated, the pressure intensified. She was thrusting upward now, driving her sex against his hand and hers, the toy slipping in and out, in and out.
More honey spilled out of her. She was so close.
Kim pushed Titan’s middle and forefinger in her pussy while simultaneously thrusting upward with the toy. All three stretching her drenched cleft provided an explosive orgasm that shook her entire frame.
Moaning deep in her throat, Kim pumped her hips like pistons, drove Titan’s hot fingers into her, her own not far behind, the warm plastic toy stretching her wide.
Kim opened her mouth and arched back. “Ahh.”
Her transgression excited her. She was making love with a man who didn’t even know he’d just made her come.
After the first violent wave passed, Kim pulled the toy out and inserted it in her ass, pushed it deep, not waiting for her flesh to get used to the intrusion. Quick little stabs took her to the next level.
She was humping Titan’s fingers now. She came again, this time couldn’t keep the moan from rising up her throat. She partly stifled it, let it out through her nose. Still, it was much too loud and she feared she’d woken him.
“Kim, you’re a naughty girl, you know that,” Titan murmured before sighing and turning his head away.
Kim froze for a second then she smiled.
As though the events of the last few days were finally catching up to her, a great fatigue deadened her limbs, clouded her mind. She slipped the toy back under the pillow, pressed her hand over Titan’s so he wouldn’t slip out and let sleep claim her.
Chapter Twelve
Titan woke up with his dick proudly pointing at the ceiling. A grin spread his sore face. He patted his belly, licked his lips and rolled to his side.
“Holy mother of…ouch, shit.”
His whole flank and arm burned, throbbed and felt as though someone was peeling his skin off. He managed to sit against the edge just as the door to Kim’s cabin slid open. She rushed in, that black squid computer thing dangling in her fist.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“How the hell did you know I was up? Do you have motion sensors in here or what?”
She shrugged, her gaze darting to a corner of the cabin. Titan followed her gaze and spotted a black tube with a tiny green light blinking mischievously at him. He couldn’t believe it. She did have a motion sensor pointing at him! “You need help, you know that.”
“What are you doing out of bed anyway?” she retorted, clearly embarrassed.
“Getting up for a pee, want to a stick a tube up my rod?” He gritted his teeth and stood. The cabin closed in around him, squeezed on either side of his face and he collapsed back on the bed.
Her hands were gentle but firm as she pressed them on his shoulders to keep his butt on the mattress. “You’re not, not, getting up. Is that clear?”
She had her tiny fists on her hips and Titan couldn’t help but snorting a laugh. “What are you going to do, tie me down to the bed, Miss One-hundred-pounds?”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Forget what I said then. You must feel a whole lot better than you look if you can run your mouth this way. But don’t overdo it.”
He looked down at himself and winced. He wore a T-shirt, the most repellent form of garment in his book. After he checked underneath, he looked up at Kim, down at himself again and shook his head. A burn the size of his hand covered his flank, right under his right breast while another tightened the skin on his right shoulder, both wounds a sunburn shade of red and shiny. “I should be dead. That hole should’ve killed me.”
“That’s what the doc said, but I was going to put him out the airlock so he decided to help. The burns cauterized almost instantly, so you didn’t lose a lot of blood. What worried us was shock, plus the infection kept coming back. He had to use nanobots to help with regeneration.”
Titan couldn’t help but shiver. Were they still there, he wondered, the army of microscopic robots gnawing at his diseased flesh, processing it in their tiny bodies and spewing out nice, fresh cells? Disgusting.
“You’ve probably eliminated most of them,” Kim replied, as though she knew what he was thinking.
“Yeah, you should know, you were there.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. It was then he noticed her hair was no longer purple but green.
“Did you color the rest too?”
A blush rose to her cheeks. Titan could’ve patted himself on the back—if he’d been able to reach that far. A blush on that girl was the best aphrodisiac. “So, did you?”
“You’ll have to find out, now won’t you?”
She turned, offered him a nice view of that glorious, tight little butt and slid the door closed.
“I will.”
She hadn’t been gone a minute that Titan already missed her. Damn, he missed his pocket rocket so much he even considered going out of the cabin dressed the way he was, T-shirt and boxers. That foolishness quickly passed and he rummaged around the cabin for something more appropriate. Kim must have retrieved some of his stuff for there was a pile of his clothes on the dresser, most of them T-shirts and underthings. Stuff in which to lounge alone at home, not walk around. Did she expect him to come out dressed like that?
The pants in which he’d been shot were there at least, looking not too bad, folded in a way that would put a crease right down the side. These were hundred percent wool pants, one didn’t just hang them any damn way! He sighed. All three guns, the micro pistol, the Glock and his beloved SIG had been stripped, cleaned and placed—smallest to the left, bless her—on the dresser. Amid Kim’s girly stuff, the disassembled weapons looked strange and definitely Cro-Magnon.
The bathroom light hurt his eyes so he kept it off as he bent over the sink and splashed his face. His toiletries bag was there. He brushed his teeth and laid the toothbrush on the water-stained edge of the sink, beside hers—or he hoped it was hers, but who else would use a glittery pink toothbrush? He didn’t give a damn right now about germs. Pain did that to people, lowered their standards. It sure lowered his…he was going out wearing a T-shirt. Pants on, he walked out, his arm clutched to his side, his teeth gritted. Pain radiated up to his neck. He’d give anything for a meds vending machine right now. Two of those little green pills would put him right out of his misery. Then again, he’d probably want two more and two more, like he used to. There were entire months he couldn’t even remember. Come to think of it, he preferred the pain.
He reached the bridge just as a woman, whose face appeared on the viewscreen, was busy yelling at Kim. A wide scar ran down from her temple to her jaw. She could’ve been beautiful, if one was into the huge and muscular type. Titan wasn’t.
“What the hell happened out there?” the woman demanded, coming so close to her vidcaptor, she looked like she’d pop out of the screen.
He saw Kim cringe even from the back. His naked feet grew cold when he stepped on the metal grill. Carmela leaned against the bulkhead, an unreadable expression on her face. Titan hooked his thumb at the screen.
“Who’s Miss Personality?”
“Kim’s former boss, Alex Novona. A real number. Do you know her?”
“No, must have been before my time.”
They shared a quick grin.
The woman on the screen—Alex—went on and on about some piece of news she kept waving in front of the vidcaptor. Titan couldn’t read it from where he stood.
“I hope he was worth it, your guy,” Alex snapped, “because both sides are accusing each other of ‘unprovoked attack’ and Interworld’s spin doctors are all over this like flies on shit.”
Kim straightened and slammed her fist on the armrest. “He is worth it, Alex, and don’t you give me that crap. I’d do it all over again.”
Titan rocked back on his heels. Whoa. So she could get mad too. She was so sexy just then, her back straight, her fist clenched that his dick instantly thought something must be going on. Kim’s brusque reaction must
have caught that Alex character off guard too for she froze, stared through the screen with those piercing blue eyes and nodded slowly.
“I can see that,” she replied at length. Her tone sounded much softer even if she still looked like she wanted to bust some heads. “We’ll have to talk when you get here. Sekmeth says the Yithians won’t let it rest.”
Kim nodded. “We will.”
“Novona, out.”
The screen went blank. With a curse, Kim leaped out of the chair, spotted Titan and made the motion of talking only no sound came out.
“That,” Carmela said, “would be my cue. I’ll go check on our passenger.”
Titan waited until the woman had cleared the deck before venturing farther onto the bridge. Two bright pink plastic penises replaced controls sticks. He couldn’t suppress a grin. Women. They named their ships, decorated them, put nice, frilly things around the hatches, painted the interior gay colors…and replaced controls with fake male genitals. He wondered for a split second if Kim had ever tried them…
“So, your boss sure didn’t look happy.”
“She’s no longer my boss, I bought the Femme Metal from her, like years ago. I don’t think she remembers that.”
“Maybe she’s just afraid.”
Kim laughed. “Nothing scares Alex. She’s just jealous she wasn’t in on the fun.”
Titan leaned against the handrail. Even thinking about sitting down—and getting back up again—hurt. “What’s the big deal about? What do the Yithians want now?”
“War, apparently.”
The word settled around the bridge like a blanket of ash. War.
“They want to go to war over some crook who got what he deserved?”
The Yithian War had lasted a little over two years, almost twenty years ago, and had left the humans badly shaken up. Had the “border dispute” gone on much longer, common knowledge was that humans wouldn’t have made it. Titan snorted. He didn’t care about politics. Drokesh was dead, a bullet in his head, just like he ought to have had put in him a long time ago. Nothing else mattered.
“So what,” he said with a shrug that hurt like a bitch. “Interworld will smooth things out like they usually do.”
“Alex says the Yithians won’t let it go. Drokesh was a Hunter before he ran the Gorgosh, so apparently that makes a difference. Alex should know.”
“Why? She looked plenty bitchy human to me.”
Kim shrugged. “She’s married to one.”
“She’s married to a Yithian? A Hunter?”
“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you someday, but now, Mister I’m-too-proud-to-hurt, you’re going back to bed.”
“Only if you come with me.”
Titan caught her by an arm as she drew near and pressed her against him. Every single square inch of his body hurt because of it, but he didn’t care. He wanted—needed—to be close to Kim.
“What do you say, baby, you and me in your cabin?”
“You can’t even stand,” she retorted, a lustful blaze in her dark eyes. With a grin, she patted his crotch. “Oops, you are standing.”
“Funny girl. I won’t need to stand, because you’ll do all the work for both of us.” He took a big whiff of her and exhaled slowly. Fruity Lotion of the Gods. He leaned into Kim, let his mouth graze her neck. “I want you bad, baby. Bad enough to start here and now.”
With his hand, he slipped under her gray shirt, rested his palm over a perfectly shaped little breast. No bra? Her heart beat fast against his hand. “You wouldn’t want me to exert myself, would you?”
“No, we wouldn’t want that.” Her own hand brushed against his crotch, gave his cock a definite confirmation something was going on. Or soon would be.
He followed her back into the cabin and grinned when she locked the door. “Carmela is too busy drooling over her trophy boy to bother us, but just in case.”
Titan thankfully sank onto the bed and sighed. Fuck, even his teeth hurt. “What trophy boy?”
“She caught one alive…this is going to be too gross.” Kim crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself. “She caught a Yithian, she says we need all the info we can get. But I mean, at what price.”
“What is it with you women and Yithians? What do they have that we don’t!”
Kim shrugged. “I don’t know, I like my men beige or brown, but not blue.”
“Says the girl with the green hair,” Titan replied, extending his hand and closing it on her belt. With a grunt, he tugged her near and kept her in place.
The cargo pants were barely hanging on her narrow hips and afforded him a view of her lower belly and the dawn of her pubic bone, which today was covered with blue satin. Titan ran his forefinger over the underwear, down lower where he pressed at the juncture of her lips and felt moisture seep through the fabric, darkening it, heating his skin where her warm flesh pressed. A faint odor of female musk and fruit lotion floated up to him. Titan’s nostrils dilated.
“Take that off,” he murmured. His dick was about to explode.
Kim brought her feet in closer and let him clip off the webbed belt. The weight of the cargo pants alone slid them down her thighs. With a quick wiggle of her hips, the pants fell to the floor. A spot a darker shade of blue marked the space where Titan’s finger had pressed. He focused on the little mark as she kicked her boots and pants off then unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it behind her. It landed over the dresser, hanging by a sleeve. Titan had to resist the urge to go hook it neatly on the chair.
“Keep them,” he said when Kim made to pull the thong off.
She grinned and let the elastic snap against her hip. The sound made Titan want to leap off the bed and take her then and there. But there would be no leaping and screwing standing up for quite some time for him. He hooked his forefinger at her and spread his feet so she could stand in between.
Her breasts rose and fell with a quick rhythm. The pink areolas gleamed like silk. Titan closed his eyes when he kissed her nipple, softly, hardly touching the skin. Kim’s breathing became ragged, quicker.
“You like that?”
He felt her nod.
While she brushed her hands in his short growth of hair, Titan lavished tender attention on her breasts, kissing them, flicking the nipples with his tongue as his hands reached for her hips. Skin so soft under the pads of his fingers as to feel made of satin, he followed the contour of her lithe figure and traced, his breath barely supplying enough oxygen, her thighs, the inside of them, the high and round butt cheeks he loved so much. Arousal throbbed behind his balls. He wanted her so much. He liked her so much.
“Do like the last time,” Titan said against her belly. “When you bent down…?”
Kim smiled down at him and turned around. Her offered butt grazed his chin but he let her start to bend before he dove for her sex. He wanted to admire her flexibility, devour with his gaze what his mouth ached to taste. The gleaming cleft stretched as Kim bent farther down, put her palms on the floor and wiggled her butt a couple times.
“You’re such a tease, baby,” he snarled before grabbing her cheeks and pulling her to his face.
The thong trapped most of her vulva under a glistening satin triangle but some pubic hair managed to escape the tight confines. And it’d been dyed acid green like her hair.
“So you did color it down there too. Good girl.”
With his thumb, he hooked the elastic waist of her thong and pulled up over her butt so that it would tightly cinch her sex. The imprint of her lips showed through the thin fabric. Titan licked the shiny triangle, marveled that it almost instantly became drenched with her honey. A wide track of dark blue provided the perfect landing strip for his tongue as he pressed the tip of it against her trapped lips, parted them and followed the natural curve to find the juncture where he proceeded to push and prod so her pearl would come out. Salty honey soaked the satin.
Titan clamped his lips over her entire sex and let the heat transfer from one mouth to the other. Kim moaned, loo
ked at him from between her knees. Her muscles trembled. From excitement or fatigue, he couldn’t tell. Right now, he wasn’t sure he cared that much. She’d have to last a couple more minutes until he was done with her. She wouldn’t be sorry either.
Using his tongue like a poker, he nudged her lips, prodded them, bit them through the soaked fabric, the entire time not releasing the elastic from around his thumb. His side burned, so did his arm but he didn’t give a shit. There’d be plenty of time to wallow in self misery later. Right now he was busy making this woman—his woman—come.
“Is that good, baby?” he asked, for the simple pleasure of hearing her say it was.
“Yes.” Her curt reply let him know she must be close.
Titan pressed harder with his tongue then yanked the thong down so he could devour her properly. Salty nectar seeped out of her engorged sex and he greedily slurped it all in. She tasted so damn good, he had to fight the very real urge to bite her. But he couldn’t let his instincts control him, not with Kim, and certainly not when it came to biting.
So instead he used his lips like he would his teeth and pressed them as hard as he could over her pussy. When it began to clutch, Titan used his hands like a vise and compressed her cheeks toward the center so her cunt would be nice and tight for him. Her cry of protest died quickly when he stabbed his tongue onto the snug cleft. Liquid pleasure rewarded his work. He thrust his tongue in again, this time added his bottom lip to the mix so he could trap Kim’s clit in his mouth.
A long moan announced imminent climax. With a growl, Titan accentuated the pressure, quickened the cadence. Sex quivering, Kim began to try to gyrate her hips but Titan kept her put, costing him much pain in his injured side and arm but the gain far outweighed the discomfort when she grunted and pushed her cunt hard against his face. Not one to refuse such a delicious gift, he spread her wide again and lashed her entire cleft, up and down, side to side, using his fingers and tongue and lips.
“Do you like when I eat your pussy?” A vigorous stroke mangled Kim’s answer. “Do you, baby? Do you like it when I eat you?”
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