by Ruby Dixon
"Very good," he practically purrs. "Look at you. So brave."
I stroke the tip of one finger over my clit, and my nerves jump. I whimper as his gaze flicks toward my hips and he watches me. I circle around my clit, then dip lower, seeking wetness. "Keep talking to me," I beg. "I like hearing your voice."
"Do you?" It's low and rumbly and like a caress.
I nod frantically, even as I touch myself again. There, just a hint of wetness, and I suspect it's directly related to him calling me a good girl. I didn't realize I liked that so much…and now I want to hear it again.
"You look shy," he says gently, and reaches out to touch my face. I tense, but he only brushes a lock of hair off my brow. "There's no need to be shy in front of me. I've seen everything you have, and I think it's beautiful."
"You do?" I know aliens find humans oddly attractive, but I like hearing from Jerrok that he finds me appealing. That makes it a little more special.
Jerrok nods. "Your legs are pretty," he tells me. "Soft and supple and strong. And you've got that fascinating patch of fur between your thighs."
Fur?! But for some reason, I find it sexy that he calls it fur. I let out a panting little breath and swipe at my clit again. "You…you like that? Even though it's different?" I've had it commented on several times, and by aliens, and I know from vids that mesakkah are hairless except for their glorious manes.
"It's yours and I like everything about you," he rumbles, and the pleasure in his voice sends a thrill through my body. "And I like your pretty, pretty cunt."
I gasp again and slide a finger through my folds, dipping into the hint of wetness at my core and dragging it back up to my clit.
"Such a good girl," Jerrok murmurs again. "Keep going. Make yourself feel good."
Whimpering, I rub at my clit harder as Jerrok continues to talk to me. His voice is low and soothing, but his gaze is utterly intent as he watches me. He leans so close that I can feel the heat of him, yet he never touches me. It's like I'm tucked against his side, protected, as I touch myself. Ever so slowly, my pussy grows slick with arousal and my movements to caress my clit become slippery and gliding. It feels better and better, and as the searing pleasure begins to build, I lean toward him, pressing my face against him.
"I've got you, Sophie," Jerrok reassures me. He doesn't touch me. Just quietly lets me know with his voice and his presence that he's here.
My fingers work, circling my clit furiously. I'm so close. So close. When it builds even more, I arch my back, my legs twitching.
"Such a good girl," he praises again.
With a gasp, I reach for his hand, and I clutch it tightly as I rub myself to orgasm with my other. The release crashes through me as I squeeze his fingers, and dimly, I hear him continuing to murmur as my head thrashes and my body quakes. It's almost too much—but Jerrok has me.
He always has me.
I settle into the bliss and let it roll over my body.
45
JERROK
Watching Sophie touch herself is the hottest keffing thing I've ever seen. The fact that she reached for me as she came makes my heart swell with all kinds of emotions, and no matter how badly I want to get up and jerk my cock, I'm not leaving this female's side. Ever.
She sucks deep lungfuls of air down, her skin flushed as she comes down from her release. Her fingers slide away from her cunt, gleaming with slickness, and my mouth waters at the sight. What I wouldn't give to taste that. Her other hand is still tucked in mine, and I rub my thumb against her skin, wishing I could touch her more, but knowing that she has to set the pace. "How did that feel?"
Sophie does a little stretch on the bed, a drowsy look on her face as she gazes up at me. "Wonderful."
"You were beautiful."
She practically preens under my praise, and I think about how much she liked me talking her through things. She's always just a little bit surprised, this beautiful creature, as if she's some sort of naughty pet who doesn't deserve affection at all. I'd give her everything. Everything.
But I can't rush her. So I brush my fingertips over her brow again and smile. "Go to sleep."
"What about you?" I don't think she realizes she's still gripping my hand tightly—or maybe she does and just doesn't want to let go yet. Either way, she needs to realize I'm not going anywhere, not when she needs me.
"My cock will survive. So will I." An unfulfilled ache is nothing new.
The next day, Sophie blushes constantly.
Every time I look in her direction or ask her a question, her cheeks grow pink and she gets a glassy, distracted look on her face. She has to be thinking about last night, though she hasn't said anything about it. It hangs unspoken in the air between us. We work in the hangar, prying scrap from the pirate ship. Once it's completely stripped, I'll haul it into the asteroid field with the rest of the wrecks floating nearby.
Sophie's normally chatty, asking questions about the various bits of scrap or talking about her life back on Earth. She usually likes to talk about the book she's been reading or whatever Sleipnir has done recently that she finds charming. Really, she finds it all charming. Today, though, she just sits in silence and blushes. Her hair is pulled up in two tight little knots atop her head, accentuating the column of her throat and showing me just how far down that blush goes.
"You all right?" I eventually ask, my head still full of the sight of her on my bed, her hand between her thighs as she held onto me.
"Just fine." She fakes a yawn. "Sleepy."
"We can go to bed early, then." I can't resist teasing her, just a little.
Her face turns an even brighter shade of pink. "Not that sleepy." She ducks her head, her gaze focused on the engine scrap laid out on a table in front of her.
I love seeing her flustered like this. The carinoux rubs against my leg and I absently give him a pat. It's like when I'm affectionate to Sophie, he's affectionate to me. He's a good gauge of her emotions, and if his neediness is any indicator, Sophie's feeling a lot for me today. So I'm going to take advantage of that.
I clear my throat. "Can you hand me that pry bar?"
She automatically reaches over and picks it up, then holds it out to me.
"Good girl," I croon.
Sophie's lips part. Her eyes get that unfocused look and her breath hitches, and I suddenly realize I'm playing with fire. I don't want to call her a “good girl” to tease her. I want to call her that when she's tossing her head on my pillow, when she's coming. I want to pull her against me and tell her to touch herself again, just to see if she will.
Something tells me she would, and that makes my entire body ache with want.
I take the pry bar and disappear back into the stripped ship before I can do something stupid, like pull her close and touch her. Sophie has to take the lead in this. I can't push her into anything, no matter how badly I might want her.
To my vast displeasure, we get two more incoming comms that afternoon. One is a ship that calls itself The Tempest, but when I ask for a name and get nothing but a voice modulator, I suspect it's my prank-loving cousin, come to check up on me as promised. The other incoming message is from the Jabberwock, another pirate ship I'm very familiar with.
That's going to be…interesting. Last time they came through, the crew hadn't stayed long and their females had stayed on board. I hadn't asked, and they had been on edge and uneasy. I know there's a few humans in the mix, and I wonder if Sophie will want to meet them.
For rare creatures, I sure am running into a lot of humans lately.
"We're going to have company," I tell Sophie grudgingly after I respond to the comms.
She tenses, her eyes going wide as she wipes her hands with a rag. "Are we in trouble? Do we need to run?"
"No, nothing like that," I reassure her. "It's fine, I promise. I know the crew of the Jabberwock. Their nav is mated to Zoey va Sithai."
"Oh. Zoey." To my surprise, her lips purse and she doesn't look thrilled. "The guys will be sad they missed thei
r sister."
"You met her?"
"No." Her tone doesn't sound welcoming.
"You want me to turn them away? I will."
Sophie blinks at me and then eases into a smile. "You would for me?"
"Yeah," I say gruffly. "You being comfortable is worth way more to me than some credits from scrap."
She moves to my side, crossing the long hall just to stand right in front of me. I stay in place, hoping for one of those feather-light kisses, and I'm not disappointed. She puts her hand on my shoulder, indicating I should lean down, and when I do, she pecks at my cheek. "You're very sweet, you know that?"
"You're the only person that thinks that."
She tosses a sassy look over her shoulder. "I'm the only one that matters."
That she is.
That night, Sophie looks at me breathlessly as we head to bed. Sleipnir moves to join us, and I pull out a fresh metal pipe, waving it under his nose. "You get this if you eat it outside the room."
The carinoux butts his head against my leg, nearly knocking me over, then winds around my lower half, making little sounds of pleasure.
"You're going to spoil him," Sophie tells me, but her eyes are shiny with anticipation, her hands curled in the blankets.
"That'll be someone else's problem." I lead the carinoux out and shut the door when he's on the other side, leaving me alone with one tense and slightly breathless human female. I glance over at Sophie, trying not to seem too affected by her clear arousal. She's excited over what tonight might bring, and it's the most keffing beautiful thing I've ever seen. How anyone could mistreat this gorgeous creature is beyond me. It makes me want to murder anyone that looks at her wrong. "Are you ready for bed?"
She nods, her cheeks pink, her eyes shining.
I move to the bed, wearing nothing but my trou. They feel entirely too tight over the hard length of my cock, but I ignore that, just like I ignore everything but the shine in Sophie's lovely eyes. I move to the edge of the bed, then reach out and cup her cheek. "Are you going to be a good girl for me again tonight?"
A low moan escapes her, and she turns her face into my hand, pressing her lips to it.
"I thought so," I whisper. "Touch yourself for me. Show me how good you can be."
She does, and it's beautiful. Her movements are more confident tonight, her cunt slick with anticipation before she even puts her fingers there. She's been thinking about this moment all day, I suspect…and she's not the only one. The perfume of her arousal is heavy in the air, so keffing mouth-watering it's making me crazy, but I don't push my luck. I just murmur encouragement to her, tell her how perfect she is, and when she comes, she reaches for me again, as if she needs me to anchor her through it.
I do so, gladly. I'll do anything she wants. All she has to do is ask.
46
SOPHIE
I'm going to kiss Jerrok tonight, I decide. Not just any kiss, but a full-blown, tongues twining, mouth-licking, full-on kiss. I think I'm ready.
I hope.
The thought sends a skitter of excitement through me instead of fear, though, and it makes me happy. Everything about Jerrok makes me happy, actually. For the last four days, I've had an orgasm every night before bed while Jerrok watched me. At first, I thought I'd be shy, but by the time the fourth day rolls around, I'm sitting propped up in his arms while I stroke my clit and cling to him as he tells me I'm a good girl and how pretty my cunt is. He hasn't touched me other than a light, fleeting caress or to hold my hand, but his presence and knowing that I arouse him is making me crazy with lust.
It's like now that I've flipped the switch, I'm alive again.
Alive, and very, very turned on. Even now, my panties are damp just thinking about crawling into bed with him tonight, sitting between his knees and leaning against his back and just…touching myself.
And kissing. So much kissing.
I'm busy envisioning all that kissing when the proximity alert on the station blares. "Incoming spacecraft," it intones. I look over at Jerrok, and he puts away his tools and gets to his feet. He rakes a hand through his hair, dodging his horns, and lets out a heavy sigh. "Getting real tired of company around here," he mutters.
I flinch. "Sorry."
He looks over at me and realizes what he said. "Not you," he amends gruffly. "You don't count." He puts his blaster in a holster at his belt, straightens his tunic, and then moves to my side. "Stay in here until I give you the all-clear. And keep your beast with you for safety." Jerrok hesitates, then puts a hand to the back of my neck and presses a kiss to my brow. "I like your company."
Then he disappears out the door and I'm left glowing from that compliment.
Bethiah storms on board with all the drama that normally accompanies her. She's in a stolen vessel with no scrap haul that I can see, flings herself down the gangplank, and throws herself down upon the nearest workbench as if she's some sort of martyr. "Why must you live so far away from everything, Jerrok? Do you know how many asteroids I had to dodge to get here?"
"All of them?" he replies in a dry voice, watching his cousin's antics with casually crossed arms. "And you didn't have to come out here."
"Didn't I? I wanted to see how you and little Softie are doing." Bethiah bounds back to her feet and beams at her cousin. "Where is she, by the way?"
"Safe. Had to make sure it was you, first." Jerrok touches his cousin's shoulder in greeting and then eyes the ship she arrived in. "Where'd you get this thing?"
"From a friend."
"He know you took it?"
Bethiah just giggles. "Does it matter? It's mine now." She looks around the hangar bay. "Softie? Softie! Come out and play!"
Lucky me that my name sounds close to the mesakkah word for “soft.” I give her a wry look as I enter the hangar, my ooli mask in hand, my cloak on. "Hi, Bethiah. Long time no see." Sleipnir keeps close to my side, watching the woman, his tail flicking.
"Precious," Bethiah coos. "I'd come hug you but you've got a little something stuck to your leg." She gestures at my pet. "How is life in this dump treating you?"
"It's not a dump," I say, frowning. "There's just a lot of clutter because of scrap. We're working on cleaning things up."
"We?" Bethiah gives me a knowing look before turning to her cousin. "Did I miss a mating? Are you two sharing conjugal bliss?"
"No," Jerrok says flatly. He picks up a scanner and begins to type into the interface screen. "Did you check this ship for trackers before you brought it here?"
"I figured you'd do that for me." She offers him a brilliant smile. "And I need new ID for her, too. And possibly a new paint job."
Jerrok sighs heavily and casts his cousin an irked look. "So just a friendly visit, huh?"
"Friendly enough." She saunters toward me, all smiles. "Now Sophie, fill me in on everything going on in your boring little life. I want to hear all the details." She links her arm through mine, deliberately skirting wide around Sleipnir, and tugs me toward the door that leads back to the living quarters in the station.
I glance over at Jerrok. "I…do you need help, Jerrok?"
"If you can keep her entertained for a little bit, that'll be plenty of help." He glances up from his scanner and gives me a warm look. "I'll be fine."
"Mmmmhmmm," Bethiah hums thoughtfully, eyes narrowed. She squeezes my arm and puts on her playful smile again. "Show me what you've done with the place, then?"
I lead her inside the station, though I can tell from her confident walk and the way she glances at everything that she's been here before. She doesn't look surprised by any of it, except perhaps at the rooms I've cleaned out and the tidied-up terrarium.
"Very pretty," she says in a bored tone when I show her the plants. Her gaze narrows in on me. "So, where are you sleeping? With Jerrok?"
Her pointed question takes me aback. "Of course not," I sputter. "He's made me my own room."
"Can I see it?" Bethiah gives me a sweet smile. "I'm just curious, of course."
Somethin
g tells me those are deadly words coming from this woman, but I nod. "Sure." I glance around for Sleipnir, but he's found a piece of scrap and is carrying it into the vines, no doubt to eat his “kill” in private. He doesn't seem to be worried about Bethiah, so I relax a little. It's not Bethiah's fault that our last visitor tried to rob Jerrok and murder him. She's just being nosy and visiting her cousin, like she said she would. I guide her away from the terrarium, heading for my quarters. "It's not much to look at."
"What, amidst all this opulence?" Bethiah says sarcastically, gesturing at the run-down station. "Shocking."
There's something about her teasing that irks me. "Jerrok works really hard to keep this place running," I point out, a little stiff. She doesn't see the constant repairs he's doing, the filters he tirelessly changes out so we have fresh air to breathe, the maintenance logs he goes over every morning. This place is as safe and secure as it is precisely because of Jerrok's efforts. "It gets better here every day."
"Don't get upset, Softie. I was just teasing." She pats my arm as I lead her back down the hall into my quarters. "This where you're staying, then?"
"Yes. This is my room." I let her go, watching as she looks around the room with mild interest, her hands clasped behind her back. Bethiah's gaze lands on my bed and she pauses, then goes to my bed, bends over, and takes a deep, long sniff.
The look she gives me is knowing. "You aren't sleeping in here."
I freeze.
She straightens. Takes a step toward me. "Your blankets don't smell like you. You haven't slept in them for days, have you?" Her voice turns soft. "If I go smell Jerrok's blankets, will they smell like you, little human?"
"Bethiah?" Jerrok calls over her wrist comm, irritation in his voice. "Can you come out here to the hangar bay?"
With her gaze locked on me, Bethiah raises her wrist to her lips. "Be right there." She lowers it again and smiles at me. "Well?"