Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance)

by Grey, T. A.

  “Oh yes, oh yes,” she said in delight, all thoughts of hunter and prey forgotten. Her head fell back against the cold wall, and she winced at the biting tug against her hip as her silken panties were ripped off savagely.

  “Hold on baby, let me get my cock out.” He was panting with excitement and arousal and Mina had never heard a more delicious sound. When he pulled the rest of her dress up to her waist, leaving only her naked hips and legs open she wanted to melt.

  Cursing at the sight of her wet pink flesh, Jeron made quick work at the buttons of his pants. He bent down and took one hard, pink tip in his mouth, grumbling a deeply male and satisfied sound around her flesh. He pulled her sweet nipple deep into the heat of this mouth and flicked the hard tip until her hips buckled and her hands clasped his head to her. He was almost in heaven. Almost.

  He pulled away, and she watched with hooded eyes as his pants rustled then dropped to the floor. She caught only a glimpse of long, straining cock before he rammed it inside of her. They both cried out. It had been so long for her that her muscles had to work to allow him inside, squeezing him so that he shoved to get his length inside her. He was long, and so wonderfully hard that her wet sheath gripped him and never wanted to let go.

  And then he made good on his promise and fucked her like a whore.

  “Oh fuck,” he said roughly. Seeing his pants around his ankles and her legs spread open was one of the hottest sights he’d ever seen. Almost as hot as her flushed tits jiggling with each deliberate thrust. Soft gasping moans filled the room; strong hands gripped her thighs and opened her wide so he could increase his pace and hammer into her.

  His balls slapped noisily against her, tingling them in the most delicious way. Wrapping one fist into her hair, he arched her neck to the side making her feel vulnerable and sexy as hell. Her pleasure mounted, drawing her near the pinnacle she craved, and then he really moved. That’s when she realized his hammering had only been the precursor.

  He penetrated her tight heat with rough, quick thrusts that had her burning hotter and hotter. She panted from the burning hot the pressure in her pussy. Never had she been filled so deeply or so generously. He was almost too big for her; the walls of her pussy constricted on the intruding cock, trying to keep it in and push it out at the same time.

  With a grunt, he readjusted his grip to hold her ass cheek in one big hand. He growled in pleasure as he squeezed that cheek hard. For a moment she marveled that he could hold her up so easily, but then his mouth found hers and she stopped thinking.

  He pulled back from the kiss only after her lips started to numb. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to cum deep inside your sweet pussy,” he grunted between labored breaths.

  The thickness inside her and the harshness of his words was too much; her pussy clenched hard around him drawing forth a harsh, satisfied shout. At the feel of her walls beginning to shudder with orgasm, he shoved quickly into her building fast to his own release. She moaned wildly as her body exploded like a million pleasure sensors were erupting in her body.

  “That’s it baby, cum hard. Fuck,” he grunted, “You’re...going..to...make...me...blow.” Both hands went to her ass cheeks and held her tight as he lost control. Spearing her, taking her, Jeron pushed through those tight muscles, muscles tight enough to tell him she didn’t frequent this act much. For some reason that pleased him deeply.

  He didn’t last another five strokes. He slammed home while her muscles still contracted over him like a vise and exploded, pumping his hot seed into her. He thrust threw her tight muscles once, twice, three more times as filled her pussy to the brink with cum.

  Out of breath, Mina wrapped her arms around him. He buried his face in her breasts and together they caught their breath. He thrust one last time into her and groaned deeply as if savoring the feeling.

  Jeron never saw the needle coming but he felt the sharp, painful prick in his neck. Quickly, he turned his face to meet her eyes and the look he saw there chilled his raging blood. I “I’m sorry,” was all she could say. Jeron’s eyes fluttered and closed before he slumped to the cold floor.

  Chapter 4

  It’s easier to give and forget, then to give and keep. –Mina “the Mean”

  Mina “the Mean” ended the call and chuckled. The Operator really couldn’t believe she’d done it, brought in the infamous space captain—her speechlessness was well worth the call. With a happy step, she went to the “jail room” as she liked to call it. A square pexi-glass window was the only way to see inside. She had to stand on her toes just to see through it.

  There he was, still knocked out from her tranquilizer. She checked her watch: 5:34 a.m. To think she’d just brought him in a mere five hours ago, she thought. The whole evening had been crazy. She’d planned to seduce him, it was the perfect lure to capture him, and it worked like a charm. He took her into the stock room as she had predicted, allowing her to knock out the rear security guard with another tranq, and haul Jeron to the stolen taxi behind the bar.

  Her eyes roved over the sloping planes of his back and butt. Delicious. She bit her lip at his unmoving state figured he was either asleep or just waiting for her to open the door. She knew how clever he was, and she was prepared to take extra precautions. She ensured the lock was secure and admired his tight ass in those pants before leaving.

  A flash of guilt made her pause, but she quickly pushed it away. More than a few times—all right—a lot, she admitted, she found herself reminiscing over their time together. The way he smelled like ocean and sweat, the way he made her toes curl in her heels; how his hot mouth forcefully sucked her breasts as if he owned them, and her favorite, his big cock that fit so fully in her. She hated to admit it, but she’d never come so hard with a man before.

  Honestly, she was so surprised with herself that she didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t some loose woman incapable of controlling her baser instincts—or at least she didn’t use to be. Her newfound passions had her wondering. There was just something about Jeron. Her feelings would only interfere with the job. She’d never had any problems separating herself from the job like this. She did the deed, got the job done, and that’s the end of it. Yet the pounding of her heart and the creamy honey pooling in her panties spoke otherwise.

  Taking off her dress, she grabbed her nightwear top and dressed. So what if he fucked good? No, not good, she amended. Fantastic. Yawning, she climbed into bed. Minutes passed, but sleep didn’t come. The images, the smells, the tastes of him would not leave her.

  The way he fucked her with such fierce passion made her feel...special, like she was his. Like he already knew what she liked and didn’t mind providing the goods. Jeron’s dark eyes glowed with arousal, his wide hips spread her legs open, and his cock filled her pussy so perfectly, gave her the best pleasure of her life. Fuck.

  Sleep retreated further, until finally, fed up and aroused, she pushed down her bed sheet and panties. She closed her eyes and simply remembered.

  How his cock was so thick, she wondered if she could get her mouth around it. He fucked me so good.

  Her hand grasped a heavy breast and squeezed while the other drew teasingly down her taut stomach, reaching for the soft, soaked folds of her lips. The very first touch of her clit was like lightning in her body.

  “Mmm,” she moaned aloud. Her legs fell open as if he was there pushing them apart, fitting himself between her. Her fingers rubbed around her wet lips, soaking her fingers in her own creamy heat before rubbing her clit furiously. She ached to have another orgasm, one like he gave her—powerful and shattering. She let the images she’d been trying to tamper down for the past several hours unleash in her mind.

  His hands all over my body, squeezing my ass cheeks as he worked himself between my thighs.

  Her breaths became pants. The hand on her breast plucked at the dusky nipple until it went taut and tender. Oh, how she wanted his mouth on her again.

  The look of pure pleasure on his face, mouth parted, eyelids
slack, his hips pumping fast.

  Mina arched her back and spread her legs further, wishing his cock were once again inside her, bringing her the pleasure she craved.

  Oh, and then he came so mouth-wateringly hard. Pushing as deep as he could, fucking me until he finished every last drop of cum inside me.

  Mina’s fingers worked faster and faster until all-too-soon, she exploded. Her head pushed hard into the pillows, her hips rocked wildly as hot cream flooded out of her in great undulating waves. She was helpless against the tide of pleasure sweeping through her.

  Breathing hard she collapsed against the soft bed. “Oh my, oh my, but what have you done to me, Jeron,” she whispered to the empty room. And only then did she sleep.

  Chapter 5

  Sometimes all a woman needs to do is show a little leg and the mark comes to you. –Mina “the Mean”

  Mina didn’t wake up slowly as typical, but instead was jolted awake with a rush of adrenaline, fear, and something far darker. Something wonderfully male and smelling earthly lay atop her.

  Her eyes shot open and were met by a pair of cocky, soulful brown eyes.

  “Good morning, little lady,” Jeron said, his breath fanning over her cheeks. The full weight of his body pressed firmly against her, and her legs were practically wrapped around his hips. It was then that Mina felt the hard prodding against her inner thigh.

  Yum. Yum.

  But he’s dangerous and not to be toyed with. If he managed to escape the “jail” then he was better than she originally gave him credit for. No one had ever escaped the jail. A wave of apprehension hit her. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her. Right? The file didn’t say anything about him being a murderer, but she did tranq him, drag him onto her ship, and lock him up. She was royally screwed.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” And for the first time he smiled at her...and it was gorgeous. The air froze in her lungs. He could have pushed a knife against her neck at that moment and she’d still be mesmerized by him. His eyes twinkled and broad lips made way for white, neat teeth.

  “Well, nice try baby, but no one gets me,” his voice went dark, husky. Her breath resumed only to be caught again in her throat as she felt him press that hard cock into the center of her panty-less thighs. She got embarrassingly wet, quickly. Impossibly, her ache was edgier and stronger than her time with herself last night. A crazy part of her hoped he’d pull down his blasted pants and do to her what they both obviously wanted.

  She wasn’t sure if it was the satisfied, carefree smile, or the hardness of his cloth-covered cock pressing into her, or in some not-so-far-off region of her brain—it was just him, that made her feel hot, wild, and carefree all at once. Either way she didn’t care. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him with all the pent-up passion she’d been storing since their first encounter the night before. She was helpless to succumb to the temptation, no matter how wrong and royally screwed she was now. She’d missed him, had ached without him, and if she died today then she’d do so with the taste of him on her lips.

  Jeron’s eyes widened in surprise, but then his heartfelt groan told her just how much he liked what she was doing with her lips. His lips, soft yet firm, moved ardently over hers, stirring the blood in her body like a witch’s cauldron. The power in the kiss was overwhelming. His seeking tongue made her pussy quiver, her heart stutter, and her soul weep for more.

  His hand made a soft fist in her hair and pulled, revealing the pale arch of her neck to his hot mouth. She moaned as his hot lips pressed and licked across her sensitive neck shooting direct lines of pleasure to her breasts and core.

  “Are you a bounty hunter, baby,” he asked darkly, his hips finding a rocking rhythm against her. Quickly, she became frustrated at the thin material separating them. The friction of the material was making her wild. She wanted him inside her, easing the fire he started. Her body burned like it had been years since she last came, not a matter of hours. If she didn’t come soon, she’d die, or she’d kill him—whichever.

  She was needy and panting like an untamed animal. “Get inside me now,” she commanded. She didn’t know why, but her heart and body craved him. She felt like she was drowning in the middle of the ocean and only Jeron could pull her out.

  He pulled back from making delicious licks on her neck. “I’m not so sure about that.” But his voice was harsh and his breathing uneven. She whimpered when his erection stopped its rough movements. She was so close.

  Why did he stop?

  Better question, where’s my gun?

  If he doesn’t get that cock inside of me soon…

  “Tell me who you are,” he commanded.

  “Dammit, Jeron. I want you. Please,” she heard the whimper in her voice but didn’t care. Unable to contain herself so close to orgasm, she rubbed her wet pussy frantically across his covered cock. She fought to pull her arms down and tear off his pants, but he wouldn’t allow it. He tightened his hand on her wrists almost painfully in warning.

  “Just take out your cock,” she panted, licking her lips. She wanted to see his big cock again, feel it moving roughly inside her. She shivered at the thought.

  “I’m only going to ask one more time,” his shoulders stiffened with restraint, his voice was as rough as sandpaper. “Are you a bounty hunter, and what’s your name?” Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust of his cock. Then, unable to control himself he bit down on her earlobe fleetingly. His next words sent ripples of fear and excitement over her body.

  “I hate hunters.”

  Still, she didn’t care if he hated her, or if he killed her, so long as he ended her mad lust. She pushed herself deeper into the pillow and spread her legs further, rubbing her pussy harder, faster against his cock. She wanted to milk every second of her orgasm.

  She rocked her hips sensuously until her breaths turned to pants and she heard him groan above her. Her eyes drooped, heavily as warm pleasure. Closing her eyes, she simply savored his hard body. One hand went to her waist, probably to stop her from moving, but instead his fingers curled into her, a dark caress.

  Words were hard to form over the thickness in her throat. She somehow managed to say, “One way or another, I’m coming. And it’s just… a matter of being in me or not. Your choice,” she moaned and pumped her hips against that hard cock two more times, enjoying the friction of his pants against her swollen clitoris. An uncontrollable moan began deep in her throat as her hips rubbed faster against his length.

  “Oh no you don’t, little darling,” Jeron growled. Quickly, he sat up and shoved his pants down. Mina whined at the loss but watched raptly at the site of his big cock falling out, pointing at her. Her pussy clenched at the reminder of what that cock felt like inside of her.

  His cock was tinted with crimson and the mushroom-capped head was smothered with white honey. So this had been just as hard on him. She relished the knowledge, and then closed her gaping mouth at the size of him. He was so much better in the light. It was perfect. Thick with pulsating veins, the mushroomed head a deep, cherry red from his excitement.

  I can’t believe that fit in me. She moaned wanting him to ram that thing home again.

  His voice was dark as night. “If you keep looking at my cock like that, then it’s going to be your mouth I fuck instead. Now is that what you want?” He kicked off the legs of his jeans with a curse before ripping his shirt up and over his head. Well, when you put it like that…

  Mina licked her lips until they shined. “I would like that more than you know,” she said wondering when was her voice had grown sexy and low.

  Wild, lust-filled eyes met hers, making her heart beat a furious tempo in her chest. Everything in the room faded away except for her and Jeron. Her eyelids fluttered as he bent down over her. She couldn’t wait to feel the hard press of his body against hers once more.

  He leaned over her and gently pressed his delicious, hard weight into her. The moment she felt that mushroom-headed cock press against her hot, tender
flesh, she rubbed herself against it like a wanton harlot.

  “Yah, I know what you need, darling,” he said, and captured her mouth in a devastating kiss. He had more questions for her. He couldn’t believe a damn hunter got him, but for now, his balls were heavy and his cock was a steel pole standing out from his body. He’d get to the bottom of this hunter later…much later.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, her thighs forming a vise around his hips. With an agonized groan, he leaned down to pull a tight, pink nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tip, then sucked it hard into his mouth until she was gasping, arching into him.

  “I plan to make good on that mouth fuck,” he promised, his cock nudged her wet entrance. And then his thick cock was pushing into her, squeezing past the tight walls of her pussy. “Mmm, baby,” he growled harshly in her ear.

  Jeron fucked her just like she wanted him to, just like he’d been dying to do. His weight pressed wonderfully hard into her, flattening her breasts against the crisp hairs on his chest. One hand reached under her to grip a supple ass cheek. He lifted her into just the right spot and, groaning loudly, slid himself into her with long, purposeful strokes.

  Incoherent words fell from her mouth as overwhelming pleasure stormed through her body. The pressure in her pussy grew slowly and powerfully until she was about to erupt. He mumbled back at her as if he understood her perfectly.

  “I could fuck your tight little pussy all day, every day, baby,” he said unevenly against her neck. Mina grabbed onto his back, loving the feel of his muscles bulging with each roll of his hips. She didn’t bother sheathing her nails but latched onto him with open abandon. Her hips moved against him and his tunneling cock, seeking fulfillment that only he could give.

  It was so good, she thought. So close.

  “Suck on me,” she moaned, offering her achy breasts up to him. He didn’t question her order; he obeyed it.. That hot tongue sucked her hardened nipple like it was a tasty morsel.