Dangerously His: 4 (Loving Dangerously)

by A. M. Griffin

  JB’s eyes rolled back. “Ah,” he murmured.

  Diane was good at sucking dick, and damn was she greedy. He found he liked that about her.

  His hand rested on top of her red hair, riding her head up and down as she slurped and swallowed. His other hand palmed Amy’s heavy breast. His thumb stroked past her erect nipple. The sounds of pleasure and saliva coming from Diane’s mouth made his dick harden to an almost painful level.

  Amy leaned closer to Diane. “Please,” she begged. “You never share.”

  He lowered his hand to Amy’s crotch, where his finger instantly found her jutting clit. He dipped a long finger deep inside her wet pussy. He massaged her walls and clit, trying to appease her for a few more minutes.

  Amy opened her legs wider and began to rotate her hips in small circles. “Umm,” she moaned, sinking onto his finger.

  It was working.

  With Amy preoccupied, Diane continued doing what she did best, using her mouth to stroke his dick. She met his gaze as she slid down his length and pulled up, then swirled her tongue around his sensitive head.

  He clenched his fist in her hair. “Shit,” he groaned.

  Diane giggled and licked his head teasingly. “I know what you like.”

  He raised his hips, pressing his cock against her lips. “Put my dick back in your mouth.” Diane obliged, sucking him in again.

  “Why do you want that when you can have this?” Amy let her head loll back and clenched her pussy, gripping his finger. He’d almost forgotten how tight she was.

  He loved oral sex, but nothing compared to the feel of pussy. “Diane, its Amy’s turn.” Using her hair, he lifted Diane’s head, freeing his dick with a pop.

  Diane eyed him sheepishly, pouting her red and swollen lips. “But JB, I’m not done yet.”

  He gave Amy’s thigh a playful slap, indicating for her to take Diane’s place. “I thought you were going to be a good girl and share this time?”

  “I wanted to feel you squirt down my throat.”

  As Diane moved out of the way, he led Amy to straddle him. “Bitch,” Amy said playfully.

  Diane held JB’s cock straight while Amy descended. “Whore,” she joked.

  Amy giggled. “Don’t hate. I promise to let you clean my juices off him.”

  Diane smiled and licked her lips.

  He curled his toes as Amy’s warm sheath engulfed him. “Fuck.” Her pussy squeezed him like a tight glove. Her warm slickness coated his shaft. Amy clenched and released her pussy in rhythmic movements around his dick.

  Not to be left out, Diane swung her leg over his head. Facing Amy, she sat her pale, round ass over his mouth. Spreading her lips, he took one long swipe over her swollen slit. Diane moaned as she settled onto his face.

  He slid his tongue across her opening, savoring her taste. Latching on to her clit, he pulled and sucked. Diane’s fingernails bit into his stomach.

  “Oh, JB,” Diane cried, riding his mouth.

  “Suck my tits,” he heard Amy murmur to Diane.

  He almost erupted on the spot as slurps and moans from the girls sounded throughout his room. Groaning, he delved his tongue deep into Diane’s pussy. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her closer to his face.

  The muscles in his stomach tightened as he brought his hips up hard, making Amy take his full length.

  “Oh yes! JB, fuck me,” Amy groaned, riding his cock.

  He brought his cock up again, almost knocking her off balance.

  “That’s it, baby,” she said.

  Amy bounced up and down, her pussy milking him. He planted his feet flat on the bed, positioning himself to drive into her harder. Amy’s wetness flowed from her pussy, down his shaft to drip on his balls. Just as Diane’s sweet juice ran down his cheeks.

  “Fuck her!” Diane yelled.

  Amy made sounds of pleasure as she slammed repeatedly onto his dick, taking him in to the hilt.

  “Yes, fuck me!” Amy replied.

  He pulled Diane’s clit into his mouth. He tugged and suckled it between his lips. He reached for Amy’s waist, digging into her flesh. Holding her in place, he thrust her on his cock as he bucked up relentlessly.

  “Yes! Yes!” Amy moaned

  “That’s the way to do it. Fuck her harder,” Diane purred.

  Amy screamed and howled as her body convulsed and her pussy spasmed. Her warm nectar flowed like honey to coat him.

  He lifted Amy from his glistening cock. Knowing exactly what to do, Diane leaned over him and took him deep inside her mouth.

  “Ahhh,” he groaned, relaxing back, letting her lips take care of him.

  Amy massaged Diane’s head and held it in place as JB pumped into her, spurting his cum. Diane drank every drop.

  His body twitched a few more times before the muscle spasms finally ceased.

  That was good.

  It was always good.

  Sighing, Diane rolled to her back. She was clearly tired. They’d been fucking for most of the afternoon and through the previous night. But Amy wasn’t. She was the only one he’d encountered so far whose insatiable appetite matched his.

  Now Amy crawled between Diane’s splayed thighs. She pressed her mound against Diane’s and rubbed. “Did you save any for me?” she asked.

  Diane opened her lips, revealing a mouthful of his sticky goodness. The girls exchanged a sloppy, wet kiss. Amy cradled Diane’s thighs and brought them up to wrap around her hips while she pumped against her. Diane’s hands moved down Amy’s back to grab her ass.

  “Aww, you two are going to kill me,” he said.

  In more ways than one.

  He’d been warned countless times to stay away from the human females on Sonis.

  Besides the normal rules—such as no stealing, no killing and no fighting—there had been the most important rule. Only Drazlan or Sonis males could have relationships with human females. And JB had violated that rule countless times.

  Every human woman here was a potential baby mama. For unknown reasons, the birthrate for the Drazlonian-Sonian species had decreased steadily for generations. Coupled with the fact that they had been unsuccessful with interspecies breeding, the Drazlonians and Sonians had a real problem on their hands.

  Enter human females. After Taio had gotten Eva pregnant, they had finally stumbled upon their solution. Humans and the Drazlonian-Sonian species were compatible. Hence, every human woman on Sonis was considered a prime prize.

  But what red-blooded human man could keep it in his pants with a moon full of young women? Not JB.

  They would threaten and demand, and he would nod and agree, but in the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation and didn’t really care about the consequences.

  It would be fine if he were to hook up with a Sonis female. Heck, that would even be encouraged. But he avoided them like the plague. The Sonis females wanted commitment, marriage and children—all the things that gave JB nightmares.

  He pushed the intruding thoughts from his mind and concentrated on watching Amy and Diana as their tongues tangled, sharing his cum. A large drop dripped from Diane’s mouth and ran down her chin.

  “Don’t waste that.” Amy’s tongue darted out to catch the liquid with a slow, lustful swipe.

  “I’m so glad I found you two,” he said.

  And he was. While he’d had a lot of women on Sonis, most weren’t as open sexually as Amy and Diane. Many of them didn’t give him a second glance, instead spending all their time trying to catch a warrior or a royal guard. Amy and Diane were trying to land warriors too, but they were easily led astray by a hard dick.

  In his defense, he’d tried to stay away from the human women, but really, why should the Sonis males get all this extra pussy and not him? Since he wasn’t trying to impregnate anyone, he didn’t really see the harm. All he had to do was avoid the prying eyes of the royal guards.

  Smiling mischievously at him, Diane rolled Amy to her back. “I want to get all of it.”

  Amy op
ened her legs, allowing Diane’s head to settle between them. “Yes, make sure you get every drop,” she teased.

  JB instantly grabbed hold of his dick. It seemed to protest against him, as if it were rebelling about the nonstop fuck-fest.

  Ding, ding.

  JB ignored the doorbell and stroked, willing it to get hard again. Please, please.

  Amy grasped Diane’s head in both hands. “Ummm, Diane,” she murmured. “You have the best mouth ever.”

  Diane didn’t bother replying. JB wasn’t even sure she was listening. She concentrated on Amy’s pussy, licking and sucking, her head bobbing and weaving. Her moans and slurps were loud enough to drown out Amy’s words.

  Amy pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, tweaking them.

  Shit, if he didn’t get hard again, and fast, the girls would finish the party without him.

  Ding, ding.

  Getting to his knees, JB rubbed his semi-erect cock over Amy’s plush lips. She opened her mouth with an “ahh” and let him slide his shaft inside to rest on the soft surface of her tongue.

  Ding, ding.

  “Fuck!” he said.

  Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

  While the girls had no trouble continuing to ignore the doorbell, he couldn’t. He rolled away from Amy, landing on his back and staring at the ceiling. “I’m being punished for all my sins against mankind.”

  Neither Diane nor Amy paid him any mind. Amy’s hands tangled in Diane’s hair and her hips bucked against her face. Diane’s nose pressed against Amy’s clit, rubbing back and forth, her mouth and tongue buried between Amy’s nether lips.

  The faster he took care of the nuisance at the door, the quicker he could get back to the party.

  Grunting, he left the bed and grabbed a pair of pants on the way. Not even bothering to put them on, he held them over his cock and opened the door. “What!”

  Jess, one of his best friends, and the reason he was on Sonis in the first place, stood in the doorway with her finger hovering over the doorbell. She was growing out her once-short hair, which rested just above her shoulders. She wore the kind of clothes she was most comfortable in—dark pants that hung loose on her, a t-shirt and boots. In the few years he’d known her, JB had never seen her dress differently. Settling on Sonis, where the traditional dress for females was a long, flowing gown, hadn’t changed that.

  “Nice to see you too.” She tried to push past him and into his room, but he blocked her path.

  “Come back another time. I’m busy.”

  Not that long ago, he would have never turned Jess away. After they’d escaped the Galontaers, JB—along with Kane, Ryan, Eli and Kyle—had tried their hand at space pirating. They had dropped Jori, Terrance and the other men off at the planets of their choice. The others hadn’t relished the idea of running for their lives and hiding from the Galactic Council. While JB and crew had been docked at a brothel for a little rest and relaxation, Jess had taken the opportunity to escape the place and hide in one of the many unused rooms of their stolen Galontaer vessel, which they’d named The Vengeance.

  JB and Jess had been like instant brother and sister. While she often came across as tough and abrasive, JB had seen her vulnerable side. She used to come to his cabin, where sometimes they’d talk about any and everything, and other times, she would cry in his arms, remembering her horrible experiences at the brothel.

  When Kane became a member of the Galactic Council, they were forced to give up pirating, and Eva had offered Jess a permanent home and job on Sonis. She’d asked JB to come with her, help her get settled. For a while after arriving, she’d still come to him whenever she had nightmares or couldn’t shake the past, but that changed the closer she got to Rasha, her new boss.

  Jess no longer came to him for comfort in the middle of the night. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had no more nightmares at all. Now that Jess was completely acclimated to the Sonis culture and set to marry Rasha, JB knew it was time for him to move on soon. The only reason her was still here was to attend Jess and Rasha’s bonding ceremony. Afterward, he would leave and find his own life on a new planet.

  But until then, he’d enjoy as much pussy as he could stand.

  Shaking him from his trip down memory lane, Jess took a step to the right and he blocked her.

  She raised a brow. “What are you doing?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Yeah right, you have women in here.”

  “No, I don’t,” he lied pitifully.

  Jess slid against the wall and, using a hand to push him away, entered his room that consisted of a kitchenette, bathroom and sleeping area. “Uh huh. That’s why I’m here.” He followed her as she rounded the corner. She stopped in front of his bed. “Well, isn’t this lovely? You have two of them,” she said sarcastically.

  He leaned his shoulder against the wall. “As I said, I’m busy. Come back tomorrow.”

  She shook her head. “I’m afraid I love you too much to leave.”

  He raised a questioning brow.

  She pointed at him. “Taio is on his way here to beat the shit out of you.”

  He straightened. “What?” That was enough to make his semi-erect cock go limp—and fast.

  “I overheard Taio and Rasha talking. It seems the guards have finally tired of you sneaking around, trying to screw their women,” she said. “Taio’s not very happy.”

  JB ran a hand through his hair. “Shit.”

  Rasha had warned him too many times to count, but because he and Rasha had a good relationship, JB was always able to talk himself out of trouble. But Taio was a completely different ballgame. He hadn’t had too many dealings with the King of Sonis. Taio had been off-world when JB landed, helping Kane get acclimated to his role as a Galactic Council member. JB had pretty much been free to run amuck.

  But with Taio wise to his hijinks, JB would have to straighten out—fast— if he wanted to continue breathing.

  “Yep.” Jess picked up the clothes scattered across the floor and threw them on the bed. “Fun’s over, ladies. Time for you to leave.”

  As much as he wanted to stop Jess, JB didn’t dare.

  “I suggest you get dressed too, lover boy. In fact, it’ll be best if you leave too. We can hide out somewhere until Taio calms down.”

  “I don’t need to hide from him.”

  Jess snorted. “Really, now? You have met Taio, right? Big, beefy guy, way too serious, doesn’t not how to smile, carries a weapon, always ready to fight. Do you know him at all?”

  Thinking better of it, he pulled on his pants. “Throw me a shirt.” He clapped his hands together. “Chop-chop—hurry up, ladies.”

  Chapter Three

  As the royal transporter came to a complete stop, Saia tried to pull her hand from her sleeping mother’s grasp to unfasten her safety harness. Her mother inhaled sharply. Her grip tightened, painfully squeezing Saia’s fingers.

  “Mother, we’re here,” Saia coaxed.

  This time, Olo had beaten Fainia so severely, Saia feared the healing tank wouldn’t be able to repair all of the damage. It was the worst beating Saia had seen thus far.

  Fainia opened a red and swollen eye and looked around as if she couldn’t remember where she was. “Are we in my transporter?”

  Saia enclosed her free hand over Fainia’s. “Yes, we’ve arrived on Sonis.”

  Taio wasn’t expecting them for another two rotations, but Saia couldn’t risk her or her mother’s safety any longer. Olo had almost killed Fainia. Thank the Ancients that Aria, Fainia’s personal aide, had come to get Saia just in time.

  When she saw Aria running toward her with panic written across her face, Saia knew something terrible had happened. And she had been right. The beating was so fierce that Aria risked her own death to run for help.

  Normally her mother would have suffered through Olo’s temper and then, afterward, Aria would help her visit the healing tank to cover up all signs of t
he aftermath. Fainia went through great lengths to hide her bruises. She’d do anything to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.

  Aria had gone first to her mother’s guards for help. Only after they’d turned her away, not wanting to get involved in the royals’ personal affairs, had Aria risked Olo’s wrath to involve Saia, but Aria knew it was the only way to save the queen.

  And yes, it had been a great risk.

  The bruises across Saia’s own face, arms and legs as a result of shielding Fainia from Olo’s heavy punches served as a reminder of his anger over Saia’s interference. She had tried to block out the pain as each powerful blow struck. She had lain across Fainia’s bleeding, bruised and broken body for fear that if she moved, her mother would surely be killed.

  After Olo finally left, she and Aria had gathered Fainia and some belongings and fled. There hadn’t been time for either of them to visit the healing tank, as they’d done before fleeing Olo’s wrath in the past. Getting to safety—to Taio—had been Saia’s only concern. Even if her father followed them, he wouldn’t dare finish his handiwork on Sonis. He never had before.

  “Mother, we’re safe now.”

  A flicker of realization began to dawn on Fainia’s face. She slowly released her grip. “Sonis. Is it time for your engagement party?” she asked, referring to the party Eva had planned.

  Eva had explained that the gathering was a way to get Ranuit Pi to Sonis prior to the bonding ceremony. Taio would have the opportunity to speak with him alone—regarding his expectations of how Saia would be treated under Ranuit Pi’s care.

  When Taio had found out about the bonding contract with Ranuit Pi, the leader of a warring nation, he had gone crazy. He wanted to force Olo to break the contract. When Fainia explained that she had unsuccessfully tried to get Olo to change his mind, Taio considered invading Drazlan to overthrow his father.

  But there were consequences to that hostile action.

  For one, every native on Sonis had come from Drazlan; many people had relatives on the opposite world. If Olo declared war on Sonis, he would pit brother against brother. How would the people of Drazlan and Sonis feel if lives were lost simply because Taio didn’t like his little sister’s intended bond mate? His people would grow to resent him.