“Yess,” she hissed, pushing her cleft on his face again. Sharp little jabs of her hips translated into rhythmic clenching action along her vulva.
Titan circled her clit with his middle finger then slid it in. “I didn’t get that? Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she panted, “I like it. Yes!”
Even more luscious climax seeped out of her and gratified his manly pride. A man dying of thirst wouldn’t have gorged as avidly as he did on Kim. When she cried out and grabbed at her knees, Titan trapped her wrists and pulled toward him so she’d remain completely bent in half, unable to move between his legs.
“I’m going to eat that sweet pussy like you’ve never had it done to you, baby.”
With a low growl—unreservedly Cro-Magnon and proud of it—Titan used her wrists as counterweights so he could shove his mouth against her sex, as he’d done that other time at his place, but even harder. The added pressure crushed her lips against his, denuded her pearl to his voracious tongue then, when he knew she was close again, could tell by the way her cunt sought to milk itself, he tamped her flesh with his chin, knowing her pleasure would increase with each push. He may not be Yithian but he could use his mouth like the best of them!
“Come for me, baby, that’s it,” he coaxed when the sporadic clinching of her sex turned into violent spasms. “In my mouth, come in my mouth.”
He cupped her pleasure as it escaped her and spread it all around her cleft and thighs. To give the poor girl a break, he released her wrists and held her by the thighs as she straightened. As though the strain of coming so violently were too much, she collapsed on the bed by his side and sought to use her finger to prolong the climax.
“Get away from there,” he said, pushing her hand away from her soaked pussy and using his own instead.
His two fingers slipped easily in as she positioned herself on her back, her hand rummaging around under the numerous cushions. She brandished the pink dildo and tube of lubricant like she’d found buried treasure and was going to just plunge it in there when Titan intercepted both.
“Not yet, baby.”
Titan fisted the plastic toy, proud it wasn’t as big as his own, squirted some lube on the tip and rubbed it along her wet thighs. The bite marks gleamed as if a necklace of pearls had been branded in her skin. He gently ran the tip of the dildo along the ruined skin before gently dipping it in her pussy so he could harvest some of her natural lubricant.
“Harder,” she snarled with a sharp tilt of her hips.
“Are you in a hurry? Going somewhere?”
He slid the dildo in and out, pulled it out glistening before pressing it against her anus. She stopped breathing when he pressed harder, until the tip of it disappeared in her tight sheath.
A long, low moan filled the cabin. Titan grinned. He couldn’t wait until her moans would turn into cries of pleasure. And he knew just what to do.
Kim thought she was going to split in half for the climax ripping through her. Her thighs quivered sporadically as did her pussy. While Titan slid the toy up her ass, she used her fingers on her clit, diving in at regular intervals, mimicking Titan’s powerful stabs. He wouldn’t be able to perform like this for a quite some time but she could wait. He was well worth the wait, in fact. As she’d told Alex…Titan was worth it. Everything.
“Harder,” she groaned again, trying to force him to thrust that plastic wonder up her but he wouldn’t. The tease only slid it in slowly, pulled it out almost to the glans then twisted before going back in again. Too slow, man, much too slow.
“Get up on your knees,” Titan said after he pulled the dildo out.
He was about to unzip his pants when Kim caught him at it.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, scooting over to his side and kneeling in front of him. “That’s my job.”
He grinned, his metal tooth gleaming with all its silvery menace—the sexiest thing she’d seen on a man, like ever—and leaned back on his hands. Kim caught the scowl of pain he tried valiantly not to show.
“I’ll be gentle, you poor little thing.”
Wearing the most delicious expression of wounded male pride, Titan flicked her hands away from his crotch, unzipped himself then released his massive cock. He weighed it in a fist, bounced its meaty length up and down.
“Does that look like a ‘poor little thing’ to you?”
His gray eyes blazed when she shook her head, looked down and was transfixed by the sheer beauty of his veiny penis, of its ridges and shiny skin, stretched so taut around the thick muscles and couldn’t help a sigh of contentment. A pulse throbbed near the base of it. She put a gentle index finger on it and felt for Titan’s heartbeat.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said as she looked up into his face. He wore the same expression he had when they’d made love in his shower…back when he had a home, which he no longer did because of her.
Titan’s pupils tightened into pinpricks, the gray of his irises paler than usual. “And I’m glad you’re glad for it.”
Kim sat on her heels and pumped his shaft with a firm but slow hand, let the skin roll up to his glans, cover it like a hood before stretching it back down around his base. “We’re good together,” she said after a while.
His face registered what she was trying to tell him. His expression turned serious. “We are good, baby. Damn good.” He sighed and hooked a braid around his finger. “Are we gonna share our feelings or something?”
Kim laughed so hard she forgot his cock throbbing in her hand. “No, baby, we’re going to fuck,” she replied, mimicking his speech pattern and dropping her voice as low as she could.
“Ah, good, ‘cause I thought I’d have to go all mushy and tell you that I’m a jealous boyfriend, I leave the toilet seat up, I like to scratch my balls in the mornings, that I’ll put some lead into a guy’s head just for looking at you the wrong way—and oh yeah, that I’ll cherish you until they pry my dead fingers off you.”
“Pry your dead fingers off me? Now that’s, like, so romantic. I think I’m going to cry.” She gave a big, dramatic sob and hid her eyes with the back of her hand.
“That’s me, baby. Mister Big Romance.”
That had to be the strangest, most heartfelt, totally Cro-Magnon declaration of love she’d ever heard of. With a grin, Kim winked and dove for his cock.
Titan “ahhed” when she swallowed him down roughly, squeezed his balls with her other hand, parted his thighs with her elbows and bobbed up and down along his thick hard-on. Her saliva and his pre-cum rendered his rod smooth and glossy.
“Now back on the bed, miss, and take those off,” Titan said as he pushed her head away.
After slipping her soaked thong off, Kim climbed back up, was going to lie on her back when Titan stopped her, pushed on her shoulder until she got the hint. He wanted her on her knees. So she knelt, facing away.
Titan swung his legs on the bed. “Straddle me. Up on my face.”
Kim cried out in excitement when he gripped her thighs and parted them wide so his head could fit in between. She tried not to hump him for his injured side must have burned like hell. Stretching her leg over his chest, she backed up until her pussy hovered right above his face. With him lying on his back in what must have been the most comfortable position given his condition, Kim wrapped her lips around his cock and slid all the way down to his thick base.
“Ohhh Kim,” he sighed before stretching her wide and covering her sex with his mouth. “I could eat you all day long. Mm-mm.”
His muscled legs banded when she pumped in a quick piston-like movement. A faint pulse at the root of his shaft heralded his imminent ejaculation. He groaned. His legs shook. Kim readied her mouth for it, could already taste his salty seed and mewled when it did come into her mouth in powerful, burning little jets. His semen glided down her throat with the natural beauty of a silk shawl sliding over a denuded shoulder. While Titan brought her pussy to a wet, shivering height of passion, she swallowed her man’s pleasure wi
th pride and fervor. Her man.
Then it hit her too. Kim cried out, a long whimper.
“Slide down,” Titan urged, pushing on her ass to quicken her response.
She did, abruptly releasing his cock from her mouth so she could trap him with her other one. With rough hands, she fisted him and swallowed him again, this time with her pussy. His thickness stretched her, distended her engorged clit, unfurled her womb around him.
“Arch back so I can touch you.”
As she sat on him, facing his feet, she curved her spine and allowed her head to loll back. With hands rough and demanding, he trapped each nipple between his index and middle fingers. With each thrust, he squeezed them hard. Kim felt a monstrous wave swell over her. For a split second, everything went black. No sound. No sensation other than an impending orgasm about to plunge her into a whirlwind of ecstasy that would leave her panting his name, snarling incoherent commands at him.
And it came.
In a tidal wave of electrical impulses that ravaged her body, Kim felt submerged, drowned in her own pleasure. Titan’s name filled the tiny cabin, followed by a long, high-pitched cry. Kim hammered herself on him. She rolled her hips, pounded against his pelvis and thrust as hard as she could.
So good. Oh my, ohhh. Her mind reeled.
Titan squeezed her nipples hard between his fingers. Then he abandoned one.
Her cries doubled in intensity when she felt the plastic toy pressing up against her ass. She straightened, leaned forward over his thighs, rolling her hips back and out so he could shove it in deeper, anchored her hands around his knees and started to pump faster.
“Yes, that’s it, both at once, hard, yes, yes.”
Titan gave a particularly brutal thrust up her ass. “That’s how you want it, baby? Like that?”
Titan followed with a series of quick and powerful jabs then thrust the toy deep while she descended on his cock. Both large rods filled her, opened her out, made her pussy and ass burn. Pleasure followed the thin line of pain as Kim packed both dicks up hard and fast. She’d hurt come morning but she didn’t give a shit.
The best, like best, fuck in my life!
“Oh Titan, yes, hard,” she snarled. A tiny ripple announced another climax, probably her last before she crashed.
“Scream it out, Kim, scream it,” Titan urged.
She came violently, spilled her pleasure over them both. Clear honey linked his cock to her pussy, the toy to her ass. She knew she’d ruined another pair of his pants and couldn’t suppress a giggle of exhaustion.
Titan slowed down, pushed the toy in very slowly then out, in again. “Do you know how many men would kill to be in my place?” He sighed.
“I don’t know…two or three?”
He slapped her butt. “A lot. And do you know how many I’d kill if they were in my place?”
“Mm, I don’t know…two or three?” She giggled uncontrollably.
She heard him snort. “Har har.”
Kim spent a long time sprawled over his legs, both thick penises still firmly in. After a while, Titan pulled the toy out and let it roll away on the mattress. “Come here, baby,” he murmured with a pat on the bed.
Kim gave one last hump before slipping off him. The wet sound made her grin like an idiot. Him too, as a matter of fact.
She lay down by his side and snuggled on the bed. His face was pale but he wore a satisfied smirk all the same.
“If I don’t sleep right now, that toy is all you’re going to have to play with for a while. We wouldn’t want that now would we?”
“Hell, no.”
“I want to talk to you about something afterward, okay?”
Kim nodded. “Sure, we’ll share our feelings then.”
“Funny girl,” Titan replied with a pinch on her shoulder.
* * * * *
“Think about it, baby,” Titan said, his earnest gaze set on her. “Using a ship for testing ammo isn’t the best place. If something goes wrong, the whole thing blows up, not just the gear.”
Kim nodded again as she clicked her nails on the stainless steel table. The galley smelled nice after she’d lit a cone of incense, which had chased Carmela right out of the tiny room.
It made complete sense not to test weapons on the Femme Metal. Hell, she’d begun testing on her ship only because she had no other place to do it. Titan’s proposal that they use one of his connections’ warehouses made perfect sense. But the rest of it didn’t sit so well.
“Yeah, but who’s going to run the ship if I’m with you at the warehouse? We need someone to make the runs. I won’t trust just anyone with my ship.”
Titan agreed with a nod. “We have a trusted someone to make the runs.”
Her favorite mug in hand, Carmela came back in the galley, hair coiled around her head like a glistening black crown. She threw a quick glance at the incenser and emptied the mug in the sink. “They should outlaw those things.”
Kim and Titan stared at one another, a grin rising on both their faces. Kim nodded to herself. Of course. Carmela would be perfect. She knew weapons, certainly had the attitude to deal with people, plus she knew the ship well.
“Hey, Carmela,” Kim started, trying to ignore Titan’s enthusiastic eyebrow wiggling. “Ever thought about leaving the personal security profession?”
A throaty laugh answered Kim. “But I do so love dealing with people,” the Spaniard replied with a menacing smile and patting the kinetic gun at her hip.
“What about keeping the Femme Metal on its runs, only I wouldn’t be there, like, in person. I could lord over you through our nifty comms link.” Kim gave her a megawatt smile.
The tall woman raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. “And payment?”
“Five percent.”
Titan snorted a laugh but quickly sobered when he realized Kim was serious. “For flying a ship that flies itself?”
Kim stared at him.
A grin lifted Carmela’s ruby-red lips. “If the ship flies itself, you don’t need me, do you, Titan?”
He crossed his arms and leaned in his chair. “Don’t push your luck, woman.”
“I love you too, hombre,” Carmela replied deadpan. She turned her dark gaze on Kim. “Five percent to make the runs and I keep whatever collaterals I find. Oh and I get the passenger too.”
Collaterals. Carmela’s polite way of saying she was going to keep whatever she killed. Meanwhile, the Yithian would remain in the stasis tank, sleeping and healing until Carmela would take him out of it and do whatever it was she wanted to do with him.
A shiver raced up Kim’s spine. “I still think you’re gross, but you keep him. Deal.” She extended her hand to Carmela, who shook it once. Hard.
“When we reach the Rim, we’ll get off at Alex’s house and use Titan’s ship to jump. So that’ll leave you with the Femme Metal to make the first shipment. Is that okay?” Kim looked in turn at Titan and Carmela. Both nodded.
Since the disagreement at Land’s End had degenerated and spread to other mixed-species colonies and stations, different factions had begun to contact Titan and “Ballistic Kim” in search of weapons. The irony didn’t particularly cheer Kim. They’d caused the conflict and now would arm it as well. Not so glamorous.
Carmela tapped her index finger against her chin. “I need to contact a few people to let them know I found employment.”
“Did you think I was going to fire you?” Kim asked, slightly hurt the Spaniard would think her capable of it.
“With him around, I doubted you’d need anyone else to cover you, so I started inquiring. But this new deal is much better. I won’t have to go through the corrida of training a new boss.” Carmela tipped her chin at Titan and left.
Kim laughed. “I love it when she says that word. Koh-ree-dah.”
Smells of Carmela’s spicy perfume lingered after she’d gone.
“Where did you find that woman?” Titan asked, shaking his head.
Kim laughed harder, remembering the look on the Span
iard’s face when Kim had approached her after a meeting with a client. “She’s from Old Earth and used to work for some big shot. I offered her a piece of a much nicer pie than what she had and she took it. Plus, I didn’t want to work with a guy.”
Titan rose from his chair and grimaced as he rubbed his tender side. The crisp white shirt tightened over his pectorals. His nipples showed through the fabric. Kim had to suck the saliva back in and focus on something else.
“Why didn’t you want to work with a guy? What’s wrong with working with a guy?”
“You men are so totally Cro-Magnon,” Kim replied through a laugh, noting the downward slant of his mouth and finding him even sexier.
“I’ll show you Cro-Magnon.” Titan reached over the table and grabbed her wrist.
She let him pull her closer until her nose practically touched his chin. He smelled nice. “You’re lucky I can’t carry you back to my cave,” he growled before he planted a passionate kiss on her.
“I’m just lucky. Period.”
Yes, Kim added mentally as she returned his kiss tenfold, I’m lucky.
Totally.
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