by Grey, T. A.
“Jeron, where are you going?”
“To pilot the ship, of course.” His cocky look made her hands clasp into tight fists. “Don’t worry, Mina,” he said with suddenly hot eyes that roamed over her naked body. “I’m coming right back after changing the coordinates. When I get back, by the way, I’m going to fuck that hot mouth of yours.”
He said the words so nonchalantly that at first she didn’t register what he said. When she did her pussy flooded with familiar heat. All that hot cock in her mouth, pushing, filling, and exploding down her throat? Mina nearly moaned at the thought. He left and she shook her head to clear it.
She would not give him her body until he released her. She repeated the mantra until he came back, and then she forgot all about it.
Chapter 8
“How was a man supposed to think when the sexiest woman in the universe was tied up naked in the next room?” –Jeron
Jeron sauntered to stand before her. Mina tried to avoid the obvious man in front of her face, but finally just gave up.
Her eyes fell to the obvious bulge in his jeans, and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning. “Where are we going?” she managed to ask over her dry throat.
His hands moved and she tensed. But he only reached to grab the hem of his shirt, which he slowly pulled up and off.
“Back to my ship.”
“What?” It made sense, she realized, but that still didn’t stop her from grinding her jaw. The words failure rang through her head clearly.
He moved closer to her posed body, giving Mina a close up of all that tan skin. Mina couldn’t believe his body. It was beautifully sculpted with muscle, tight skin, and dark hair. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the sight, and her traitorous nipples hardened. His pecks were defined like a Greek statue, and dark hair trickled down to packs of hard muscle before disappearing under the buttons of his flight pants. Mina squirmed in her seat, her pussy growing wet.
Big hands heavily palmed her breasts. Lifting her chin she said, “You have no right to touch me like this.”
His eyes grew serious—something she didn’t expect. “I have every right, Mina. You came into my world, not the other way around. Besides, if I recall your words correctly, and I do, you’re mine.”
“You know I only said that because you made me.” She all but growled the words at him, stabbing him with a glare.
“Maybe, but I didn’t make you say it like you meant it, like you wanted it to be true.” His hands returned to tormenting her breasts. He lifted, pushed, and pulled the heavy weight of her breasts until she was panting for more. When he finally released her breasts, she was already trying to get closer to him, struggling to recall what they were talking about. Through the haze of sex and pleasure clouding her, she remembered. Jeron thought she meant it. Did she?
A small, hopeful part of her wished it was so, wished she could really be his. She hated her lonely days, always alone when she went home; always empty when she got there. Everything was changing so quickly. She didn’t know what to think anymore.
“If I told you I wanted you in my life, what would you think of that?” He asked the question innocently, stuttering her heart and freeze the air in her lungs in the process. He looked so casual, but then she looked harder and some the tightness around his eyes, the slight frown at his lips, and stiffness of his shoulders. He actually cared what she thought. She marveled at the thought, excitement fluttering through her.
Instead of answering him, she shot him a hot look. “Why don’t you untie me, Jeron. I-,” she faltered, a blush stealing over her cheeks, “I need you.” Those words were harder than any she’d ever spoken. He answered with a slow shake of the head and a dark, hooded look.
“I found this in the cockpit, figured it’d be useful.” From his pocket he withdrew a thin hair tie. Stepping around her, he gently gathered her long, dark mane out of her face and into the tie. “Much better,” he said with approval.
Forgetting her anger with him, she did what her heart wanted and gave in. “Please, just untie me. This can be mutual.” She heard the whimper in her voice but didn’t care. The sight of his bare chest and the enormous bulge of his cock made her yearn to be spread open and pounded.
“Not now, Mina,” he said harshly. It was the first time she’d ever heard him so fierce, and it made her tremble with trepidation. “I told you what I’m going to do next.” He stood straight before her, his groin the perfect level of her mouth. “You’re going to do exactly what you’re supposed to do, whore.”
The way he spoke to her shouldn’t make her burn with arousal, but it did. Tan hands went to the first button of his flight pants and flipped it open. Mina’s eyes were entranced at his striptease. She wanted him to just take her now. She was wet, open, and ready. Instead, she kept her mouth shut like he told her to and waited as endless moments passed and more and more skin was revealed.
Tan, hard skin, and then, a thick long cock sprang forward. She moaned aloud at the sight of it making him groan. He came closer to her, one strong hand faithfully grasping the ponytail he made. His cock was perfect—heavy and reddened with arousal. The mushroom-headed tip was a dark strawberry red that faded to peach at his heavy sac. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Holding her head still, he brought his bobbing cock to her softly parted lips. Mina resisted the urge to lick him, to taste the hot essence that was only him. Let him suffer, she thought. However, it didn’t take long for her to learn that she wasn’t in control of the situation.
“I’ll have your mouth now, Mina,” he said, nudging her lips. The smell of him was rich and heady like a dark wine. With a sigh, she gave in completely. Her pussy begged for relief and her only chance of getting that was through Jeron. She’d admit, too, that sucking on such a beautiful cock could hardly be called a chore. With a throaty sigh, she opened her mouth and proceeded to give him an experience he would remember for years to come.
Lips parted, she licked that dark mushroom head and moaned at the hot, male taste—Jeron’s taste. Her hands, bound to the chair, clenched and opened, yearning to cradle his heavy sac. Her pussy quivered and spilled warm cream onto the chair.
She opened her mouth wide…then wider to encompass his thickness. After long moments, Jeron’s gasps deepened to groans, his ass clenched and his stomach flexed hard.
“I’m going to fuck your hot mouth, baby. You ready for that?” His hand tightened in her hair while his other found a large breast to palm. She flicked her tongue over the leaking tip and watched his eyes roll back into his head. “Oh, fuck.” As she suckled his cock, she found that she wanted please him, very much so.
Opening her mouth further, she pushed her lips down his cock, stopping only when she felt him at the back of her throat. His hand in her hair allowed her the small movement, his groans were appreciative. She swirled her tongue against his silky hard cock and sucked hard as she pulled her head back. Then she fell into a gliding rhythm with the help of his thrusts and hand. She sucked hard, licked with the flat part of her tongue, and moaned over his cock.
“I can’t take much more,” he said harshly, the hand at her breast tugging on her hard nipple. In response she moaned around the full cock in her mouth, vibrating the fullness.
“Mmmf…,” she mumbled.
“You feel…so fucking good. Hot, smooth, and so fucking wet. Just like your pussy,” he said, taking control again of the thrusts. Slower at first he slid deep down her throat until he felt it tighten against his head, then he retreated only to return. His hips began rocking, finding a quick, smooth rhythm.
Mina closed her eyes briefly and simply enjoyed the taste of his cock. She moaned and squirmed in her seat, as she tasted short spurts of precum. She wanted to feel his salty essence pouring down her throat so badly she sucked harder, until her cheeks burned in pain.
“Yeeesss,” he growled harshly, his head falling forward. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. His hooded eyes were glossy, dazed as they watched his cock tunneli
ng in and out, in and out of her spread lips. Faster he slid, her cheeks hollowed and she moaned.
That was his undoing.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” he said. Mina could barely hear his words over the roar blood in her body and the pounding of her heart.
Both hands went to her head and held her still as fucked her mouth. She didn’t mind the dominating gesture. She wanted to feel his pleasure as much as he did.
He tunneled into her like he wanted to down below. The thought was so hot that his cock grew impossibly larger in her mouth. She licked faster, sucked harder. Her pussy wept below her, aching for attention.
His heavy sac bounced close to her face, and Mina closed her eyes, wishing she could squeeze and suck the delectable pair.
He couldn’t take it anymore. His lust was like a caged beast inside of him tearing at the walls to escape. The hands on her head tightened and he thrust deep one last time.
His shout was hoarse and filled the room as he exploded in bursts of hot, white cream down her throat. Mina took it all, swallowing his male essence as tears breached her eyes. His cum tasted like pure man: heady, thick, and delicious.
She moaned again when his cock went soft in her mouth. He pulled out achingly slow, giving her enough time to clean his length. Sweat had broken out over his body and his legs shook with the effort to stand up right.
I did that, she thought proudly.
“Good girl, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse and scratchy. “Damn good.” In a few quick moves he untied her, then positioned her over the galley’s sink. Looking behind her, she watched as his eyes roamed over her body. His eyes darkened to black with a look of pure mine.
Rough hands rubbed a path over her waist and hips adjusting her to the perfect height for fucking, and she wanted it bad. Moaning passionately, wanting desperately to feel the cock that just exploded in her mouth explode in her, she wantonly pushed her ass at him.
“Spread your legs,” he said darkly. She felt a nudge against her cheek and realized he was raging hard again. She wanted to cry in pleasure. She did as she was told and was rewarded when big hands, fighter’s hands, rubbed up and down her back, over the rounded globes of her ass, and down to squeeze her firm thighs.
“Please,” she begged. It was hard to find words when all her baser instincts were floating on the surface. She was certain in that moment that she would have fucked the next man with a working cock—anyone to assuage the ache inside her. Her body was burning alive, her pussy an ocean of sensitive flesh. Her heart would not cease its pounding tempo.
Hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them just hard enough to make her clit throb in agony. He played with her tender flesh until she was burning inside. Soft touches over heated skin, hot kisses over creamy flesh, and hard prods against her honeyed lips. Only after she cried out his name, a hoarse plea, did he give her starving body what it needed.
Jeron’s thick cock nudged the slippery lips of her pussy. Mina tried to move her hips to find any friction that would send her over into oblivion, but he wouldn’t let her. Her body felt like a taut bowstring ready to snap apart at the barest of touches. His hands firmly kept her hips down, in place. She gave in, claimed submissive to him, and flattened herself over the sink, her breasts pressing into the cold metal.
A push and she felt his cock start to climb in. Why the hell was he going so slowly when she needed a hard fucking?
“You’re mine,” he said hoarsely. Then he filled her in one perfect plunge. Hips pressed into cheeks and balls slapped against pussy. His cock spread her wide, pushed up to her womb, and moved with animal power.
His long thrusts knocked deep inside her, stirring her fiery passion like fuel on a fire. Their harsh, uneven breaths and moans mingled together in a sexual dance. However lost she was in the sexual haze, he was right there with her.
“Ooooh,” she moaned loudly, pushing back at him, taking him as deep as she could. The sound of his balls slapping her wet pussy, tingled, made her orgasm rise to the surface. Noises came out of her mouth, noises she’d never made before. She couldn’t stop them, didn’t even try to. The pressure was building too high, too fast.
“Jeron,” she cried out, gasping for air. He never let up on his thrusts, never relented.
“Tell me how it feels.” A strong hand pulled back to swat at the smooth, rounded cheek of her ass making her squeal in return. She gasped at the stinging sensation.
What did he have to ask that?
She couldn’t think, could only feel the fullness inside her. Stuffing her full.
“Tell. Me.” His voice grew dark with fierce possession and arousal. This time two more swats reddened her ass cheeks. As if in answer, her pussy clenched over his cock. Hooded dark eyes watched the skin redden with hot ecstasy.
She couldn’t take anymore; she was going to cum harder than she ever had. Her inner walls quivered and twitched, her hips rocked eagerly back and forth. Then she remembered that he asked her a question. It was hard to wrap her mind around it, to talk and form a thought when he was inside her.
“It feels so full, so big,” she gasped finally unsure how she managed to say any words when she was so close to oblivion.
“More,” he grunted. She literally howled when he worked his cock faster into her, pushing her right where she wanted to go. He was rough and frantic—and she loved every single second of it.
“Feels so good,” she gasped. Jeron grabbed her hair and rode her like a bitch in heat.
“Good, that’s real good. Come on my cock, baby,” he said gruffly.
Like dominos tumbling over, her orgasm triggered an answering call. She came like a gun exploding. Fast and hard. Pussy walls clamped and shuddered over his cock with a thousand milking sensations. His shout joined her moans as he pushed one last time into her. Her head bumped the wall, but she didn’t care, not when her fiery pussy was being drenched with jets of delicious cum.
He stayed in her for long moments, simply enjoying her trembling muscles around his softening cock. Leaving his cock where it belonged—inside her—he pressed a kiss to the damp skin of her neck.
Mina sighed contentedly as he nuzzled her. A sleepy yawn overtook her, and her eyes were so heavy she couldn’t hold them open.
“What—?” she mumbled, as she was lifted up by two incredibly strong arms. He carried her out of the kitchen and to the back of the ship as if she weighed nothing.
“I’m putting you to bed.” The smile he gave her made her toes curl. She let him carry her to the bed, content to lay her tired head against his shoulder. Another yawn escaped her and his laugh made her smile.
He covered her up and gave her a hard kiss, lingering over her full lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were serious, dark. Mina pulled back at that look, weary.
“I meant it when I said you’re mine. I trust you to be good. No more tranqs and no weapons.” Mina relaxed exponentially, a small smile playing over her lips. His eyes gentled, the darkness receding and finally he smiled; those dimples brightened the whole room.
I could so do this, Mina thought.
Her next words, gentle and soft, tore a hole into his heart that only she could fill. “I think I’m falling for you.” A pretty blush spread over her face before she quickly forced it away.
His silence was deafening. She looked away in horror when he said nothing, grinding her teeth as her cheeks as they flamed hotter. I’m a fucking idiot. I’ll kill him.
A firm hand grasped her chin and pulled her back to him. Slowly, painfully slow he lowered his head until their lips met. He took her mouth sweetly, tenderly—an answer for her. When he pushed past her lips with his tongue and devoured her mouth like he did everything she knew he was taking a little piece of her with him.
She didn’t know how much time passed, but when he finally pulled away, they were both out of breath.
He eyed her swollen lips. “I may not have fancy words, I’m just a space pirate after all, but I fucking want you, Mina. I’m all yours, bab
y. I’ll wake you when we arrive.” Smiling, her heart still running a mile a minute, she snuggled deeper into the cushiony pillow and sighed as sleep came.
Chapter 9
“Those 250,000 Yens would have bought me the new line of Z-Core Flashbang grenades.” –Mina “the Mean”
“Where are we going again?” Mina asked, sipping her morning tea. She sighed at the familiar sweetness.
“To my ship—not that yours is terrible—but I have some cargo to deliver, and I’m afraid only my ship will do,” he paused to run a quick hand through his hair, battering it into a spiky mess. Of course he would look good with messy hair, she frowned. He punched in a destination on the launch pad with a swiftness that spoke of a man who lived in there air. Not everyone chose to live a life of flying, many people still chose the grounded life; they relished the soft dirt under their feet and feared the black sky that never ended.
“What’s our ETA?” she asked. Something dark and heavy grew in her stomach. The doubts she’d been catering since she woke up refused to leave her alone. What were they going to do from here? He was still a criminal, and she was still a hunter. Hell, he was already openly talking about the cargo he had to deliver. Stolen goods no doubt. She wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. Why him; why now?
He answered so nonchalantly that it was hard not to flinch. “Five minutes.” In five minutes, everything would change.
Mina watched Jeron landed the ship with a sharp precision she admired. There was a lot about him she admired.
She admired his masterpiece of a body. He was all hard muscle, firm skin, and dark tan skin. Glorious, she thought. His hair, black and spiky shot in nearly all directions from running his hand through it. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
He docked the ship and Mina stole a glance out the window. Immediately she recognized where she was. Approximately 2.5 kilometers east of his ship, or roughly fifteen minutes from the bar she met him at.
