by Grey, T. A.
Suddenly he was in front of her, his eyes serious once again. Her fingers shook, but she hid the twitch by putting her hand in her pocket.
He turned and smiled at her. Such a simple act really shouldn’t have the power to do crazy things to her belly.
“Are you ready, Mina?” Gentle fingers scorched a path down her cheek, her eyes closed and she let her head fall into the cup of his hand. A warm thumb traced the path of her lips, and she couldn’t resist the urge to take that hot little appendage between her lips and suckle the tip. “Enough,” he commanded, his voice laced with hot arousal and dark humor. “If you start now, I’ll never be able to leave.”
His thumb was quickly replaced by his mouth. She moaned from the sensation of his kiss. When his tongue pushed past her lips, she met him halfway and their tongues played there together. He pulled back slowly, tugging her bottom lip with him. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open. His dark gaze was fierce, possessive. He gave her one quick hard kiss then grabbed her by the hand to pull her along.
He opened the ship’s door hatch. The first gust of real air was like a soothing balm. Mina noticed Jeron taking in deep breaths just as she did. Ship air was clean, filtered, and circulated to keep it moving, but nothing could beat fresh oxygen. Mina released his grip to stretch into the night air.
When she looked over at him, they both laughed. “Feels great, doesn’t it?” he said, striding down the plank to the street. Nodding her agreement, they walked through the city side by side.
The street was filled with scantily clad whores, dope dealers, and of course, tourists who beckoned each other with their needy offerings. People bumped into each other, eye contact was avoided, and a fight broke out just across the street between two greasy-looking men.
Yet, with all of the commotion, people parted unasked as Jeron and Mina made their way down the crowded street. They turned the corner onto a much less crowded street. Clothing boutiques and open food markets and stalls lined the street.
Only 1.5 kilometers to the ship.
“This way,” Jeron said, leading her down back alley she hadn’t thought of. Quickly, she recalculated the distance to .5 kilometers. Above the last building in the alley she could see the outline of his ship, the Gun. Not the suspected title Concord like his papers said.
Stopping him with a hand on his arm, Mina faced him feeling more uneasy than ever before.
Whipping her arm out she slammed her hand into his windpipe. Not stopping to hesitating at his shocked eyes or the horrible choking sound he made, she lifted her leg and kicked his knee with all the force she could muster. He went down, and she ran, leaping onto the ladder with fluid agility. She climbed the ladder as quickly as her small hands could and scaled the cold roof wall just as he bellowed after her.
She ran. Even as ice-cold chills swept over her body like a heavy storm cloud she ran. He roared after her in the night air, the sound haunting, chilling. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she ignored them and ran harder forcing the wind to push the tears off her face.
She only heard one last cry after that. A howl of her name, a howl that almost stopped her moving feet. She couldn’t stop though. She whispered a silent apology for hurting the one man she’d ever let into her heart. She wanted to tell him sorry. Sorry for a million things, but especially for not being strong enough.
Chapter 10
“Mina, you’re going to be sorry.” –Jeron
“Ah…now baby girl. I understand why you ran.” Her one and only friend, Reilly wrapped her in a bear hug. His hugs almost managed to make her feel better; it was the brotherly way he’d always cared for her.
Mina wiped the single escaped tear off her face. It had been two weeks and she hadn’t stopped moving for longer than a day. She knew he was coming for her. There had been no sign of him, but she could feel he was coming. Unable to sleep, she steadily grew weaker. She almost gave in to him, almost stopped moving long enough for him to find her. Her eyes were dark from stress, even food tasted bland to her now.
“I never should have left,” she said, falling back into Reilly’s sofa. Her blue eyes watched the painted wall but never really saw anything. Now after being without him for so long she couldn’t even understand her own reasoning for running. It all seemed so silly. Fear. She had been afraid—no, terrified.
“What do I know of being with someone? What was I supposed to do? Live with him, fly with him, and steal from the government?” she asked miserably.
“Did he tell you what his plans were? Maybe he wasn’t going to do that anymore. Who knows, baby girl,” he said gently. Reilly was a beautiful man. Built lean and muscled, his hair though was his glory; all long thick locks the color of pale wheat. She had pursued him once, before they became friends. He’d laughed at her proposition and told her he was gay. After that, their bond had grown deeply.
“No, not really. All he said was that when we got back to his ship he had some work to do. Of course he was continuing his work. Why wouldn’t he? But Reilly, I do love him. I can feel that more than ever now. What if he doesn’t feel the same,” her eyes beseeched his questioningly.
His smile was sad. “Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t. What matters, baby girl, is that if you’re right then he is coming for you. And for a man of his reputation to be coming after you, then it must be something…,” he looked around as if searching for the right word then quietly said, “extraordinary.”
Mina’s eyes widened. Everything was so obvious now. She wished she could go back and take back what she did, but instead she had to fix her mistake. And fix it she would.
Giving Reilly a well deserved kiss and a few profuse thank-yous, she made for home. In this case, home was a rent by day apartment and afforded some luxuries. She didn’t mind paying the cost; she’d hoped it would make her feel better. But now as she turned on the bathtub she was happy she’d paid for the nicer apartment.
Making a mental list of everything she needed to do, she dipped into the hot sudsy water and relaxed for the first time in two weeks. Jeron was coming, and she was ready.
Tonight he was coming. She felt it in her bones. Already anticipating what was to come, her pussy grew swollen and plump like her breasts. She checked her reflection in the mirror. Perfect.
Her hair flowed down her shoulders in wavy locks. Her dark makeup made her blue eyes looks electric. The strawberry red lipstick she chose would match perfectly with the color of his hard cock.
Her teddy was a netted black spaghetti strapped top that stopped teasingly over her belly button. A tiny black g-string flattered the top perfectly. She looked down to check her garters. Her netted black panty hose stopped just mid-thigh, held up by the garters strapped to the mesh top. The dark pink of her nipples were teasingly visible through the mesh. She smiled at the sight. Lastly, she pulled on her made-for-sex black heels. Turning around, she looked as her ass cheeks were bare to entire room.
She bit her lip as she slowly caressed a supple cheek. Oh, how she missed Jeron. Returning to the bedroom, she sat and waited.
Chapter 11
“When apologizing to the man you love, it’s best to wear as little as possible.” –Mina “the Mean”
Hours passed as Mina watched the clock tick by the minutes. A soft click, barely audible above her soft breathing, had her shooting up to stand. She watched with eyes glued to the door lock as it slowly retracted. Her hand fluttered to her stomach, suddenly nervous.
The door opened and she was met with the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen. She stood there and just took him in. Eyes devouring, she watched as he dropped a black bag roughly to the floor. His jaw was tight, eyes hard. He stood tall and proud. Mina wrung her hands together, unsure where to go from here. He was so angry, she thought. She scolded herself, since she really should be surprised. She’d be angry too. She knew she’d have to make up to him.
When his hand raised and curled a beckoning finger at her she obeyed immediately. She planned to give him the best apology a woman could.<
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She didn’t just want to him, she sashayed. All womanly curves, naked skin, and lean limbs moved like pure sex together. She watched his nostrils flare. He followed her every movement. She stopped a few feet away and turned around, knowing which part of her body he fancied the most. She gloried as his chest moved faster and his fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Leaning forward, she pushed those sweet cheeks at him in invitation. Refusing to move, he shook his head hard.
She couldn’t help herself when she clasped the soft globes of her cheeks in her hands and spread them wide—showing him what he really wanted. Hot cream seeped out of her channel at the look he gave her. Finally standing, she closed the steps to him. He smelled so good, better than she remembered. He smelled like hot man and virile animal.
“I’m so sorry…Jeron,” she whispered as she delicately wrapped her legs are her waist. He didn’t say anything, only grabbed her, pulled her to him and kissed with a passion that had her wrapping her garter-clad legs around his strong waist. She moaned at the taste of him. She wanted to cry with joy at the taste of his lips, his tongue. She missed him so damn much.
Belatedly, she realized he was walking her towards the balcony. “So sorry,” she said between kisses. His possessive hands gripped and squeezed her smooth cheeks roughly. The warm night air hit her and spread a new flush over her skin. Then his mouth left hers and he was setting her down, turning her around, bending her forward and clink. He cuffed her wrists to the balcony rungs.
Mina released a shaky breath. The city spread out before her. People walked about on the street below. Unnerved that someone may look up and see her, Mina turned around. “Jeron,” she asked hesitantly.
Strong, punishing hands massaged the rounded flesh of her cheeks. Mina bit her cheek to keep from crying out at the pleasure. A second later, cloth dug in to her waist as her g-string was ripped off with brute force. She panted, tried to control herself.
“Jeron, please. There are people below,” she whispered unsteadily. Then, she felt something she’d never felt before. A slick finger pushing her asshole. “Oh my god. Jeron, talk to me, please,” she begged, eye wide. Her mouth opened and close at the incredibly tight, almost uncomfortable feeling as his finger entered. She turned to look at him, but his eyes were still cold, almost unresponsive, focused on his probing finger.
Mina couldn’t hold in the moan as his finger, in such an unfamiliar place, pulled out then pushed in, finding a rhythm. Soon he was finger fucking her asshole and Mina never wanted it to stop.
“Oooooh,” she moaned helplessly. Her hands turned to hold on to the cold metal rung. Then she was empty. His finger pulled out of her and she gasped at the sensation. The sound of a zipper breached the night, material was rustled. Mina had no time to prepare for what was to come.
In an instant, Mina shouted a hoarse cry as Jeron shoved a smooth oiled, utterly rock hard cock into her asshole. He made it in only a few inches and was pushing forth to reach the rest of the way. Mina’s mouth opened and she simply took. It was pleasure; it was pain…it was amazing. Jeron grunted—the first sound he made all night.
He pulled out slowly, letting her rigid muscles stretch harshly over his wide cock. The tip of his cock dangled inside of her pink asshole and reflexively clenched down on it. Jeron groaned loudly this time, his hands going to grip her shoulders.
A second’s time was all she was given before he was brutally fucking her tight hole. With no care to her, he pounded her virgin hole with a gruffness she really, really liked. Mina’s body was on fire. She moaned over and again at the sensations. Her pussy creamed down her thighs, jealous of the pleasure she was receiving elsewhere.
Vaguely she was aware that people had stopped below and were watching, some openly pointing and taking pictures. Mina didn’t care. What she felt was absolutely amazing. He adjusted his grip tighter on her shoulders and plowed into her asshole with relish, grunting and growling as her flesh held him in a vise-like grip. Mina wanted to come, was so close, but the stimulation wasn’t enough. She took what he gave though, uncaring of herself. This was about him—about her apology.
He made hoarse, unintelligible noises above her as he rutted her virgin asshole. He fucked her in long, hard strokes, and he didn’t last long. The pleasure of her hole was too much, too tight.
Growling loudly, he ravaged her asshole until finally—finally he slammed home and pumped her full of hot cum. Mina rocked her hips against him, adding to the pleasure, as he coated her insides with his hot seed.
The crowd below cheered, laughed, and even one man gave thumbs up.
Jeron pulled his now soft cock out of her and she whimpered in both pain and at the loss. He reached around her, eyes avoiding hers as he unlocked her cuffs. She stood on wobbly legs, a goofy smile on her face, but was stopped from turning to face him. She stiffened when she felt another probing finger find her puckered hole again.
“What?” she asked questioningly. Then she sighed in relief as a well-oiled finger smoothed a balm over her newly used muscles.
She followed him back into the bedroom on unsteady legs. Watching him walk away from her was like being dunked in frigid water. He gathered something out of his duffel bag, and Mina ground her teeth together. If he thought he could just come here and use her…then he was in for a big fucking surprise.
Jeron turned around, and Mina drooled at the sight of him. His shirt was ruffled, buttons open and missing, and his jeans lie opened with his semi-erect cock sticking out. Mina crossed her arms across her chest and looked down.
“I’m sorry. I really am,” she said. When she heard no response she looked up, hoping to see one of his dazzling smiles with those sexy dimples, but instead she saw only cold anger. “You can’t come in here, fuck me, and not say a thing to me dammit,” she said, her voice growing louder with each word. A flare of his nostrils was the only response he gave. Wrapping her arms tighter around her, wanting to cry, she said, “Then leave, now. Forever.” For a moment she saw a look of tenderness, sadness, but just as quickly it was gone. Merely the reflection from the light.
He nodded for her to get on the bed. When she didn’t move, he arched an eyebrow. Not know what else to do, her heart breaking a little inside, she sat on the bed. She winced at the newfound tenderness in her body before laying back. He nodded at her in approval before coming to the head of the bed. That’s when she saw straps of leather in his hand. Not bothering to ask any more, she let him tie her wrists to the headboard.
When he was done, he watched her with a rapt expression of lust and possession from the end of the bed. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but nothing was stopping him for using her and leaving her shattered heart in the wake. Lifting her chin, she watched him watch her. His eyes turned black as they swept over her arms, across her round breasts, down her smooth stomach and over curved hips, before dipping between her thighs.
Mina’s breaths grew labored at his heated look. Feeling so unfulfilled, and being without him for so long, made her ache to feel him inside her—filling her. Aside from her own hand, she had not cum since their last interlude on the ship.
He took off his shirt in jerky movements. Mina sighed at the sight of muscular pecks, hard abs, and ripped arms that were only Jeron’s. Her eyes watched, enraptured as he pushed jeans down thickly muscled legs. Her hips trembled in want, begged him for his touch.
Standing, gloriously tan skin illuminated by the moonlight, Jeron watched her spread her creamy firm thighs as if opening a gift. One knee dipped onto the bed, then another. Like a sleuthing panther creeping towards its next kill, he stalked up her body. Jeron fitted himself between her legs, his cock already achingly hard and ruby red at the tip. Mina licked her suddenly dry lips and sighed as he nudged her buttery soft pussy folds with his cock.
A hot mouth found a fine tipped nipple and sucked, flicking the nipple over and over until she was furiously pumping her hips against his cock. Frustrated, he stayed his cock out of reach, so only the tip nudged her. A sweat bro
ke out over her heated skin. She wanted to beg, to cry, to scream…anything to get completion. Her breasts felt ten pounds too heavy, while her pussy wept to be filled with his cock.
Leaning forward, the ties prohibiting her movement, she moved to take his lips. He ignored her and switched to take her other breasts unseeing the hurt in her eyes. Then, suddenly, he was at her ear, whispering words that made her heart beat faster and her stomach dance.
“You are mine.”
And with those three beautiful words he slammed into her. He rode her hard. She strained against her ties, unable to do anything except simply take. He was relentless in his strokes—like a man gone far too long without the touch of a woman. With one hard hand he pulled her legs open, spread her for his heavy thrusts, his pounding cock. The smell of pussy, sex, and heat was thick in the air like smoke.
Mina closed her eyes and simple took as he hammered into her with savage thrusts. Moaning wildly she cried out in pleasure at the sensations filling her body. He groaned above her, his eyes closed as he held her close. Mina loved the feel of his cock tunneling through her tight channel.
Suddenly, his grip on her tightened to what would be a painful if she wasn’t so utterly aroused. He moved faster, wildly grunting and groaning above her.
“Ahhh, fuuuck,” he groaned hotly against her ear. “Mina…Mina,” he rasped hoarsely, her name a plea, before slamming into her one last time. Searing cum shot out, filling her pussy full of his cum.
Mina fought to catch her breath as confusion and disappointment settled in. Jeron collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy and uneven. His cock lay soft inside her, making her squirm in unfinished pleasure, and something else…something that broke a piece of heart to think about.
Letting her head fall to the side, she traces the crevices of scattered paint lines on the wall. She felt him pull away having finally regained his breath. But she ignored him. Stupid, stupid man, she thought sadly.