“Rob, it’s too much,” she breathed, but he ignored her. Within seconds she could feel her body heading once more for the precipice. She curled one hand into his hair and rode his fingers in frenzy, searching for a second release. It happened suddenly and she cried out again as her mind gave way, little stars flashing behind her eyelids as her butt lifted off the deck.
Rob withdrew his fingers gently and pulled her into his embrace. As she came back to herself, she started to kiss his neck. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to give him the same pleasure as he had given her and maybe she would find it again herself.
“Hmm, Gemma, don’t. We can’t go any further.”
She stopped kissing his neck and sat up. She saw the desire and the unspoken apology in his eyes. She understood. She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Don’t move.”
She quickly crawled to the front of the shuttle and groped under the console for her hand bag. She retrieved a box and tossed it in his direction.
“Government issue,” she explained. “All personnel have to carry them.”
He caught the box deftly and grinned. He opened the box and withdrew a small square package, ripping it open to reveal a flesh-colored condom.
“Allow me,” she ventured, her hand closing around his. He shrugged and handed her the sheath. Pinching the tip she moved both hands to the head of his throbbing erection. As she expertly rolled the latex over his hot flesh, he sucked in a breath.
Her lips twisted upward at the knowledge that she was having such an effect on him. She straightened and pressed her lips to his as she straddled him. He claimed her mouth desperately, pushing his tongue past her lips and teeth and exploring her, almost trying to devour her. He moved her onto her back and nestled his hips between her open legs. His hardness pressed against her sensitive flesh and she wriggled, pressing her clitoris against him, allowing his length to massage her erotically. His lips moved over her cheek and when he reached her ear, he nibbled gently before asking softly,“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she groaned, sounding more frustrated than she had intended. Rob smiled as he grasped himself and sank into her. She moaned with satisfaction as she felt his thick, hard cock enter and fill her.
She opened her legs wider to accept more of him and grabbed his butt, urging him to move inside her. He took the hint, moving slowly for a few moments before passion took over. He growled her name as his hips sped up.
He wriggled his hands underneath her upper back, pulling her against his body as he pumped into her. He planted sporadic kisses on her cheek, neck and shoulder. Gemma bucked her hips against him, matching him thrust for thrust as another orgasm began to uncoil in her belly. She bit her lip as the climax exploded within her, her internal muscles clamping against his still thrusting cock. After a few more thrusts, Rob groaned her name and she felt the warmth of his orgasm inside her.
~* * *~
They were sitting in their shirts eating a lunch of hydrated chicken tikka masala. The no-frills lunch mimicked the austere interior of the shuttle. The regulation light grey walls and carpet leant a gloominess to the setting despite the warm sun filtering through the large windshield.
Gemma studied Rob , unsure how to broach what she could only imagine was a very difficult and painful topic; if what he had told her earlier was true.
“You said last night that you were innocent of the crime of terrorism. I know that’s why you are here. Is that true or were you just lying to make me less afraid of you?”
“I’ve nothing to gain from pleading false innocence. You’re trapped with me whether you liked it or not. Easing your fear, considering your profession, would be the least of my worries had I been a cold-blooded terrorist.”
“Mmm!” She wasn’t sure that was entirely true but she decided to humor him. “So why did they decide to convict you for the crime?”
“It was one of those crimes that was so heinous the authorities needed to find a patsy. It didn’t matter who they caught, as long as they could show the people that someone had been put away here for the crime. I was an easy target.”
“So what evidence did they use to convict you?”
“Did you not see it before you came after me?”
“No. I’m a paid bounty hunter. I assume the legal authorities have done their job and I go and find the people they ask me to find. I have nothing to do with deciding who is guilty and who is not, or even whether they have a case to answer.”
“Oh I see. I guess that’s one way to salve your conscience.” He frowned at her before continuing. “ Well, most of it was circumstantial. Traces of the explosive were found on the hull of my shuttle and on my clothes. I had been on Dallag Prime the day before and I fought against Terran forces in the Terran/Varsi war. So I am classed as an enemy of the state. I fought against Terran forces because I thought they were wrong to fight Varsi over an uninhabitable planet in Varsi’s own solar system. It was a political objection and I joined the militia.”
Gemma digested this information, slowly drinking her mug of coffee as she took in the various consequences of what he had told her.
“So you have killed people,” she stated solemnly.
“Yes. As have you,” Rob replied in a statement rather than a question.
“How...?” The question died on her lips as his deep brown eyes look directly into hers. It seemed he could see too deeply.
“People who have killed, whether through choice or necessity have something missing in their gaze. It’s almost like we lose a part of our soul when we kill someone.”
“I think you may be right. I noticed it in you the first time I saw you. Do you think it ever returns?”
“Maybe. I’d like to think mine had disappeared once I found love but it came back once Rosie and Grace died.”
“You said they died on Dallag Prime.”
“Yes. That’s why there were traces of the explosive on my shuttle and clothes. I disobeyed the authorities and went to Dallag Prime to search for them after the explosion. Of course I knew they were dead. Anyone who had seen the news reports knew that no one survived that blast. But I think grief made me deny it and I sneaked onto the planet and searched for a few days. Eventually I gave up and decided to get as far away as possible. My boss had noted my absence and let the government know. And they sent you after me. When you captured me, I was in no state to put up a fight. You towed my shuttle back to Earth along with me tied up in your hold. The government put two and two together and the answer they came up with was eight and a half.”
“Why would they not want to catch the real killers?” Gemma asked, a hundred questions crowding into her mind.
“Because they knew that to carry out such an attack, it would have to be a well organized, very large group. Someone like the Terran Triads.”
“Is that who did it?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“They boast about it. Many of their group are here for various murders and brutal beatings.”
“So why do you not get beaten up here?”
“Oh, I’ve told many of the prisoners of the murders I have allegedly committed. Every unsolved murder I could think of, I admitted to. They think I’m a really evil guy. It’s quite funny. Apart from my time in the militia, I really am a big softie. If Grace were here, she’d tell you.”
Suddenly he looked down at the deck and sighed. She laid down her lunch and her cup and moved over to him on her knees, straddling him and lifting his head to capture his lips in a soft kiss. As the kiss ended, he pulled away, looking down again.
“Do you feel as though you’ve been unfaithful to Grace?” she asked.
“No, she would have understood. She would probably have encouraged me to move on. Though you are the first woman I’ve been with since her. I never really got the chance to grieve her loss and I guess this has just been quite emotional.”
He had grown hard beneath her. Obviously her position was having an effect on him whether he wanted it o
r not. She placed her hand between them and stoked him gently. He laid his head back against the bulkhead and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the sensations she aroused in him as she clasped him more firmly.
She began to pepper kisses down his neck, eliciting groans of pleasure from him with her ministration. He reached for the condom box again and the rustle of the wrapper danced round the periphery of her heightened senses. He tapped her hands out of the way and rolled it over his shaft. Then he grasped the back of her head and pulled her into a searing kiss.
Her hips began to move against his hardness, sending shards of desire to her core, making her rut harder against him, the need in her rising to an almost unbearable level.
She pulled his head down to suckle at her nipple through her t-shirt. She didn’t mind that the material was getting soaked, in fact the friction over her hot skin just increased her desire. And Rob didn’t seem to mind as he grunted his pleasure against the cotton.
She continued to rock against his hardness, her hips making long strokes against his latex covered cock, her pussy throbbing and burning for some kind of release. His hips were moving against her and she chose that moment to stop moving, pressing herself as firmly as possible against his moving cock and allowing him to pull her into oblivion.
Her body screamed its release as she cried out his name, allowing the pleasure to bathe her in a haze of ecstasy. He held her close until the spasms eased. She lifted herself up and impaling herself upon his hard shaft. He groaned and captured her nipple between his teeth.
After a few thrusts, he gave up on the nipple and crushed her to him as he plunged into her - all control lost. She could tell that his body had taken over and he was searching solely for the release that this ecstatic madness required.
He muttered her name over and over as he drove hard and deep. She held on, knowing this was more than just sex. In some way, he was easing his pain. Pain born of talking about his wife and child and possibly the sense that he was in some way betraying his dead wife, despite his protestations to the contrary.
She held on, allowing him to use her body to expel the pain and loss. Suddenly, his body became rigid and his jaw clenched. He roared his release. As his muscles relaxed, she moved slightly until she felt him slip out of her then she settled herself back on his lap, holding him close and allowing him to recover.
She felt his breathing return to normal and gently rubbed his back, noticing that his grip around her waist did not slacken.
“I’m sorry, Gemma,” he muttered into her t-shirt.
“Shh, there’s no reason to be sorry.”
“There is, and you know it. That was very ungentlemanly of me.”
“Ha ha! Who sounds like they are in a Jane Austen novel now.”
“You know what I mean,” he grumbled.
“Yes and as I said, you have nothing to apologize for. I enjoyed myself. Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed and we’ll take another crack at this engine. I now have another reason to get off this planet. To clear your name.”
“You barely know me, Gemma. How do you know that I’ve not just spun you a tragic tale of woe to get you to go out and do my dirty work or to get you to screw me?”
“Well, for a start, I think you’ll recall that I screwed you before the tale of woe and secondly, if you had just done that, you wouldn’t be warning me against helping you now.”
“Could be a bluff,” he countered.
“It could but then I won’t find any proof of your innocence and you’ll rot here anyway. I think this is what they call a win-win situation.”
“But I took advantage of you,” he said watching her slip into her panties.
“When?”
“Just now.”
“In what way did you take advantage of me?”
“Well, you’re vulnerable and alone. I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It was definitely taking advantage.”
She laughed at his distressed look. He really did think he had caught her in a vulnerable state. She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Oh babe, let me assure you, if I hadn’t wanted to screw you, I would have disarmed you a lot sooner than I did and you would now have a massive phase wound in your carotid artery.”
“You know, I feel that I should be scared when you talk like that Gemma, but it just makes you even more sexy.”
“The fact you find that sexy should worry me but somehow it doesn’t,” she shot back, grinning.
They spent the next few hours working on the shuttle. As the light was beginning to fade, Gemma agreed that they wouldn’t get much more done and they called it a night. They hurried back to Rob’s hut; Rob pressing the phase pistol into her side when a few prisoners passed them.
“Give her one for me, Paris,” leered one.
“She must have been more willing than my last girlfriend,” growled another. “She hasn’t nearly as many bruises on her as Suzy used to deserve.”
Rob didn’t say anything but hurried Gemma past them and back to his hut. Once inside she watched as he bolted the door and hid the gun under the pillow.
“That’s dangerous.” she noted.
“So is being smothered to death in bed,” he replied. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded but instead of waiting for him to go to the kitchen in search of food, she advanced on him like a cat preying on a mouse and covered his mouth with hers.
~* * *~
“I think we’ll finish today,” Gemma said, before biting into her French toast. It was three days since they had first gone to fix the shuttle. They had worked hard and played hard throughout their time together. Gemma was beginning to wonder how long her stash of condoms was going to last.
“Really?” Rob raised a questioning eyebrow at her. When she nodded, his face rearranged itself into a frown.
“Rob, I promise you that I will speak to the authorities. I’ll seek out your lawyer and I’ll get you some decent counsel. We will get you out of this place. I have plenty of money from bounty hunting.”
“I told you I don’t want your money.”
“Yeah well, I owe you for keeping me safe. I’m repaying a debt of gratitude,” she said simply. She was trying her hardest not to betray that she was falling for him.
“It’s not necessary,” he growled.
“I know. But I would like to do it and since you are in prison, you can’t stop me.”
Rob harrumphed at this comment, knowing he was beat.
“Come on then, let’s get to the shuttle and get it ready to go.”
“Don’t be like that, Rob. I’m trying to help and you knew I would have to go eventually.”
“Don’t make this about feelings, Gemma. We were both here and both lonely. It was natural that we’d ... well... you know.” She smiled. He couldn’t quite bring himself to use the word ‘screw’ because she knew it had meant more to him than that.
“Maybe, but I still had fun and I enjoyed your company and I really like you as a person. And you are a very good lover.”
“Mmm! I see you are still tying to manipulate me by massaging my ego. You really are very good at what you do.”
“Or maybe I do think you are a good lover. It’s always possible that I’m telling the truth,” she shot back, beginning to get annoyed by his attempts to push her away using words. “On the other hand, it’s always possible that you are trying to make me dislike you so that when we part, I’ll be angry at you and it won’t be so hard to let me go.”
“Here we go. Back to the Jane Austen novel again.”
“You really can be a completely arrogant asshole at times, Rob Paris. I’m pretty sure that if you’d been on the outside this last two years, your arrogant attitude would still have prevented you from getting laid.”
He advanced on her, grabbing her by the wrist of her uninjured arm. Her shoulder on the other side was tender. He spoke through gritted teeth,
“I didn’t notice my arrogant asshole tendencies stopping you from screw
ing me repeatedly.”
“Yeah? Well I’m not so easily put off. I wanted to see if you were man enough for me. I already dragged you to Earth in a drug-induced coma. I wanted to see if you really were as weak and pathetic as you seemed that day. I assumed you had something going for you. And it seems you did.”
She rubbed the hand of her injured arm up the front of his pants, not surprised to find him hard as a rock. He tried to pull away but she clamped his stiff length through the material and began to move it up and down.
He growled and ensnared her lips, prodding her mouth to gain entry. When she open her mouth his hot wet tongue drove into it, sweeping round and wrestling with her tongue as if in some sort of battle. She fought back, using her own tongue as a weapon to explore his mouth again. She worked furiously on the button and zipper of his pants and eventually managed to release the fastenings. She pushed his pants and boxers over his throbbing erection and down his legs before she grasped his cock again, sweeping her thumb over the hot velvety tip, smearing the moisture that was already pooling there.
“Shit!” he growled. He pulled away from her and attacked the button and zipper of her pants. After a short struggle, she realized he had got them undone and he bent to pull them and her panties off, pulling her boots off as he went.
With his own pants still pooling at his knees, he hoisted her up and pressed her against the wall of the hut, his hard cock pressing against her mound. She tried to climb him, so that he would be pressing against her opening instead.
“You’re so fucking impatient,” he growled in frustration.
“So you keep telling me,” she moaned back, arching herself to find a better angle. He placed his hands under her butt and moved her up farther, pinning her against the wall again and pushing into her in one movement.
She hadn’t been completely ready for him and her gasp of surprise stilled him. He looked up quickly. “Are you OK.”
“Yes, just a bit of a surprise. Go on then, stud, show me what you’re made of,” she whispered into his ear. He began to move within her, holding her with one hand and massaging her breast with the other. He teased her sensitive nipple with his thumb despite two layers of cloth between them. Gemma’s hips were keeping tempo with his. Her orgasm was already building and she was making small mewling noises as his pubic bone teased her clitoris.
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