Titan pinched her nipple, pulled then abruptly released it. A wave of thrill shot through her. Whoa.
Coming from underneath, he angled his thumb and forefinger so that her pebble would rest in between and closed the gap. He rolled increasingly harder until Kim felt the threshold of pain drawing near. He must have sensed it too for he released her breast and repeated the assault on the other.
While his hands were occupied with her body, her own didn’t remain idle. Feverishly, Kim grabbed at his member through the boxer briefs and squeezed tight. His thick girth made her want to growl in pleasure. Another good squeeze made him hiss.
She still couldn’t believe she was going through with this. She didn’t even know what he meant to do with her, only that he probably wasn’t going to kill her, otherwise he would’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so earlier. What the hell did he want with her then?
“What’s going to happen now?”
“All kinds of good things.”
“Seriously,” Kim countered, cradling his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her. “Why am I here?”
His tooth gleamed when he cringed. “That’s one hell of a mood killer. What does it matter what will happen tomorrow or the day after? I’m living right now.”
Live right now. Sounds like something Alex would say.
He leaned into her and captured a nipple between his lips and all thoughts other than his cock up her pussy left Kim.
The briefs weren’t even all the way down before she was digging inside to get at the rocket he packed in there. Snaking past the wide elastic band Kim finally closed her fist around his shaft and drew it out. All that glorious meat just for her! She was on her knees the next second.
She dug around for the soap, retrieved it then rubbed it all around his cock.
“Wait,” he protested, pulling the briefs down around his muscled thighs.
Well, he was one fashion-conscious guy.
They landed on the floor. He stepped out of them and made to pick them up but Kim didn’t want to wait that long and just tossed them across the room. They landed on the neatly folded pants, making the whole pile fall down to the floor.
He started to say something, but when she rubbed her lathered hands over his thickly veined cock, paying particular attention to the glistening glans, he shut right up.
With water drumming on her head, she rinsed him, closed her eyes and wolfed him down her throat. Pulling him to her, Kim bumped her forehead against his lower belly, licked and sucked and tongue-lashed the length of him, especially his thick base, while she kneaded his heavy balls with her hands.
Titan growled something. He was probably warning her about his impending climax.
“That’s all right,” Kim said after she retreated to the end of his penis but kept her tongue scooped under his slit.
A great shiver shook him. Semen shot out violently, right into her waiting mouth. So hot, she felt liquid fire flowing down her throat. Grabbing his hips with both hands, she pumped him with her mouth alone, all the way in, all the way out. Her lips were numb from the effort but she didn’t care. His salty, piquant syrup was so smooth, tasted so damn good, she didn’t want to waste a drop.
A low groan escaped him. Looking up, she saw him lean a hand against the wall for support. His face was downcast, his eyes closed. The image froze her. A feeling bloomed in her heart, swelled like a flag catching a strong breeze. Her heart squeezed painfully at the sight of Titan looking so serene, so magnificent in his quiet strength. She felt herself melting—between her legs, inside her heart, down to the core of her soul. When she thought she’d go through life happily bouncing from one friendly sexual encounter to the next, without thought for anything or anyone, Kim realized she’d just jumped into one encounter she didn’t want to bounce away from. When he opened his eyes to look down at her, Kim knew she was in trouble.
For Titan was looking back at her the way she’d just been staring up at him—with a mix of regret, excitement and intense lust.
He didn’t speak as he knelt and cradled her face in his hands. His mouth was gentle when he grazed her cheek with it then her neck. “If you don’t take your suit off, baby,” he whispered, “I’m going to have to rip it off you. You understand?” Titan pulled back to watch her reaction.
She did understand.
The two of them kneeling, they stared at each other. Kim squeezed both shoulders out from her suit then her arms and bunched it down by her waist. Titan didn’t move the entire time, only watched in rapt attention. When the diamond emerged from the latex garment, he grinned sideways.
“I thought I’d kissed something that was too hard to be your clit.”
Kim felt herself blush.
Titan retrieved the soap and curled his forefinger at her. Kim was only too glad to oblige! On hands and knees, she crawled a bit closer to him and sat on her heels again.
With his knees he parted hers, only she could go wide. And did.
His eyes flared proportionally to her forward split, until her butt hovered only two or three inches off the floor. Latex stretched almost to the breaking point. His gaze on hers, he passed the bar of soap over her belly before squeezing it in the crumpled suit. A wave of pleasure accompanied the smooth, creamy soap as it rubbed her cleft, front to back then in reverse order.
“We’d be more comfortable in bed,” he said, shifting his knees. His hands were so gentle as he ran his palm over her cleft.
She grinned. “It’s too far.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he replied. His tooth gleamed.
She shrugged. She’d rather jump him right then and there but could wait a little bit longer. His thick cock bobbed when he stood and…offered her his hand! Kim stared as he pulled her to her feet, guided her back under the powerful jets and helped her rinse the soap from inside her suit.
“Why don’t you take it off?” he said, putting his words into motion.
Panic clutched her heart. She couldn’t take it off here. Not in this light. He’d see it. Drokesh’s gift. “In the room, okay? Not here.”
“You’re going to trail water all the way up.” He didn’t look too impressed.
Please, man, try to understand.
He must have heard her silent plea for he shrugged, turned around and stepped out of the stall where he fisted the water off.
By the time she followed him, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and was tentatively poking with one finger in her toiletries bag. Another towel waited for her on the counter. She wrapped it around herself toga-style. She threw a peek at the mirror, noted the latex suit coming out from underneath and cringed. Aren’t I just styling now.
“Women,” he muttered, dipping the bag to its side.
“Like, whoa, can I help you?” Kim came around him and took the bag from his hands. He looked like a bear trying to get inside a sealed jar of honey.
“You have so much stuff, some of it I don’t even know where it goes.”
She pulled some bottles and tubes out and shook the rest around in the bag. “What were you looking for? Mascara?”
Against the austere stainless steel counter, her glittery and girly stuff looked quite interesting. Especially that personal lube sprayer.
“You’re funny. Get that fruity lotion,” he said, running a hand over her things like they were treasures. He pinched the sprayer between thumb and forefinger, turned it around, seemed to grow bored by it and returned it to the counter. “And get the lip thing too.”
“The lip thing?”
“What you had on at the club. It made your lips look juicy.” His gaze burned her when he stared at her reflection in the mirror. “I want to put some of it on you.”
So he remembered she wore lip gloss at the club? Not bad. Kim congratulated herself on her expensive but well worth it buy. Twelve hundred credits for that thing! Worth every last one of them if a guy like Titan remembered.
“That’d be the one right here,” she replied, picking up th
e shocking-pink tube. Play it cool, she chanted to herself. Man, this guy sure knew how to start her launch sequence!
“Good, let’s go before I turn Cro-Magnon on you.” He picked up his guns as he went.
Kim looked at them with a sting of dread poking her belly. Could she? Should she?
And then what?
She couldn’t get out of the place, couldn’t break through the code he’d placed at the door. She’d seen enough of those to recognize a tamper-proof…a Kim-proof model.
Then again, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to leave. He’d been decent so far, despite their rocky start. Maybe he was just looking for friendly sex, and like her, he didn’t want complications, just a good ride once in a while. After her time on the Gorgosh, Drokesh’s city-size brothel-ship, Kim hadn’t wanted anything else but friendly sex. And even then. It’d taken her months just to pleasure herself again, never mind having a man between her thighs. Her scarred thighs.
Anxious but thrilled at the same time, she followed him out of the bathroom, around its exterior, which looked like a thick, metal cylinder then behind where a spiraling staircase climbed into darkness. As he went, he passed a hand in front of an access panel and a light turned on above her head. At the foot of the stair, he turned and barred the way with his arm. Muscles banded under his skin and made it look like the fine hairs were riding waves.
Titan opened his mouth to speak, snapped it close then shook his head. “When you were on the…”
“The what?”
“Nah, nothing’s more important than this right now,” he replied, clamping his mouth over hers.
His lips and tongue proved magnificent teammates as they took turns conquering her own, pulling and biting and licking, placating her breath, stealing her ability to process thoughts more complex than “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”. Titan wrapped his thick arm around her waist and arched her back against the railing. Kim felt the towels slide down against their legs.
One step at a time, they managed to wrestle, tug at each other’s flesh, clutching and clawing, moaning and murmuring until they stumbled off the staircase and onto the mezzanine Kim had seen coming in. A golden glow spilled down from tiny lights in the thermoplastic ceiling joints. Beyond the reinforced honeycomb pattern, Kim gazed at the immensity of space and grinned. A section of the Femme Metal’s hull was visible in the artificial light of Titan’s compound. Everything else was a black void.
“It doesn’t seem to phase you.” Titan pointed up at the vast nothingness pressing down against the ceiling. “Most people who come here can’t look up.”
“It’s gorgeous and so peaceful out there.”
Titan wrapped both arms around her and looked up as well. They stayed this way for a while, both their hearts thudding hard against the other. Kim broke the spell first.
“Can you kill some of the lights?”
Titan arched a scar-marked eyebrow. “Why? You’re not going shy on me are you?”
“There’s just too much light, that’s all.”
Kim resisted the urge to rub at her thigh, which had suddenly begun to burn and itch.
“Sure, but not all of them. I want to see your face when I eat you.”
“Are you always so frank?”
A flash of pain passed behind his gray eyes. He looked away. “No.”
Hard-on pointing the way, Titan retraced his steps back to the landing, passed his hand over the access panel then ran a finger down the side of it. The lights dimmed proportionally. “Is that good?”
Kim could still make out the room’s details—a giant bed low to the ground, some fancy rug to cover the floor and a long and low dresser by the wall—but everything was diffused, fuzzy in the low light. She should get her eyesight adjusted again. “That’s perfect. Now what was it you couldn’t do in the shower that you can do here?”
A crooked smile pulled his lips to one side. “I like how you think.”
He came over and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist. Hoisting her against him, he made his way to the bed, turned his back on it and sat with Kim standing between his knees.
“Now get that damn thing off, would you.” Titan rolled her suit down to her knees.
Holding the tubes of lotion and lip gloss, Kim stepped out of it and sent it across the room with a flick of her leg. Titan sighed. “My house will never be the same, will it?”
“Nope.”
“Lotion,” he said, offering his hand palm up.
Kim gave him the tube while a shiver of excitement raced up her legs. She wanted those big hands on her everywhere, inside, around, under, in her hair. She took a step back and planted her foot on his knee.
Without a word, he applied a thick coat of cream to her leg then her other, had her turn around and rubbed her butt and back. Berry smells floated up around her.
“You have one nice ass, baby,” he growled, gripping her cheeks hard.
Kim heard the tube land on the floor. Titan wrapped his arms around her middle and proceeded to kiss her lower back gently, her sides, her hips. He tugged at the thong with his teeth, making rumbling noises in his chest while his fingers dug in the flesh of her thighs. When the thong fell around her ankles, he spread his knees wider. Kim understood and spread her own before he asked.
But she kept going, facing away, bending over with her hands on her knees, slowly let them slide down her shins until her palms rested on the floor between her feet and her ass was right in his face. Kim was now bent in half, her cleft wide open for him. She knew he wouldn’t disappoint her. Behind her, Titan gasped.
“I didn’t know people could do that,” he said, clearly awed at her flexibility.
His mouth felt like a suction cup when he clamped it to her cleft. His hands gripping the back of her thighs, he dove for her pussy, parted the lips with his nose and chin and licked hard.
“Give me that lip thing,” he demanded, giving her pussy a sharp poke with his tongue.
With her head upside down, she patted the floor around her feet, found the little tube and passed it behind her legs.
She heard the squirting sound. His finger against her vulva triggered a scree of tingles along her legs. Whoa.
“That’s what I wanted to do with it.”
As he’d done in the cargo bay, he licked her hard, almost too hard, then gently blew on her vulva, before assaulting it again. Back and forth, up and down, left and right, Titan ate her deeply, like he wanted to devour her for real, wanted to consume her from pussy on up. Kim gritted her teeth. Pleasure was near. Very near. Her cunt clenched and unclenched, her knees buckled.
“That’s it, that’s a good girl, keep it coming.” Titan licked her loudly, slurped her pleasure when she spilled it.
Kim wanted to straighten and spear herself against him but he kept her put with his hands wrapped around the back of her knees. He spread his feet a bit wider. She followed his lead.
Titan chuckled. “Oh damn, you’re flexible.”
When his fingers began to assault her pussy, Kim thought she would pass out. A finger circled her clit while another began to press around her anus. The lip gloss made everything feel so smooth. She had to bite her cheek to keep from slumping back against his face and dry-humping him. Calf muscles twitching, she rode the fire waves crashing against her. A headache began to pound because of the position but she didn’t care. She pressed her distended sex against him as he inserted fingers in her cunt then others in her ass, skillfully, slowly, the pads of his fingers angled so his nails wouldn’t touch her tender skin.
“You taste like fruits. That thing is great,” Titan said between licks. “Mm-mm.”
Using his knees like anchors, he abandoned her cleft, grabbed her forearms and pulled back toward himself like a rower would, effectively trapping her bent in half against him. His mouth a counterweight, he pushed his tongue deep, raked his teeth along her lips, nibbled them, mercilessly tormented her clit.
“You’ve never had it this way, have you?”
Kim
had to wait for the first signs of orgasm to subside before she could speak. “No, never this way.” And damn, it was good!
Titan nudged his feet in between hers and forced them wider apart. “Spread wide for me. Open up.”
Her elbows still trapped in his steel grip, Kim had no choice but to comply. Like she’d refuse that kind of request. Bent over her legs, her arms straight out behind, she flinched with pleasure as Titan pushed his mouth and chin hard against her pussy. She’d never been chin-fucked before. And with his five o’ clock shadow…what a thrill!
A small yelp left her when he released an elbow and gathered her wrists in one hand behind her knees. “Oh,” she whispered as Titan inserted fingers—how many, she couldn’t tell and didn’t care—in her cunt, somehow managing to leave his thumb fiercely rubbing her bud.
Another series of spasms tightened her cleft. He must have felt she was coming for he thrust his fingers deep, rhythmically.
“Let it out,” he growled, “scream it, come on.”
“Ah, AH!”
Kim cringed and shook her head left to right as the ecstasy raged through her distended sex, the awkward position only deepening her pleasure. A serious headache pounded at her temples. She’d have to straighten soon or pass out.
With her wrists still trapped in one hand, Titan gave her vulva vigorous tongue lashes, a growl occasionally breaking the constant “mm-mm” rumbling in his chest.
“Fuck, you’re good, so damn good,” he snarled before ramming his fingers hard enough to force a “WHOA” of shock and bliss from her.
Still upside down, Kim twisted a hand out of his and reached for his burning cock, fisting it roughly. She pumped a couple of times before succumbing to the temptation and bending her knees. Titan only had time to gasp as she plunged down on him, literally plopped down on his lap, his hefty rod sinking deep.
“Whoa, maaan!” he snarled, his hands grabbing her hips hard to steady her.
A long sigh of contentment left her and Kim began to gyrate and roll her hips on his lap. Much better, much, much better. Yes. Yes.
Straddling his lap with increasing pressure and speed, she bounced against him, kept her butt sticking out so his cock would rub in all the right places.
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