by Dee Brice
Knowing he would never deliberately hurt her, Keely said, "Kinky." But a little doubt as to his intentions fluttered in her belly. So did a powerful wave of helplessness combined with heat. Goddess, if he so much as looks at me, I'll come!
"Don't fight, Keely. The cords will tighten if you fight."
"You know this from personal experience?" Was she only teasing, she wondered? Or was she truly jealous? She…The Honey never spied on him on the rare occasions he brought women aboard. But that didn't mean he hadn't tied other women to his bed. Ravished them in a most pleasant way. Jove blast him!
"Nope. I know this because my predecessor told me when I took command of you." He waggled his eyebrows. "The Honey, I mean." He sat back on his heels and raked her body with feral eyes. "Now I intend to take command of you."
"Promises, prom--"
His hands grasped her flight suit where it pooled at her waist. She felt it rasp down her back, but resist. A powerful tug yanked it over her buttocks. His hands belying the lust in his eyes, he slowly slid the fabric down her legs. Tossing the suit to the floor, he examined her from head to foot.
And laughed.
She thrust out her chin. Since she was staring at the ceiling, he couldn't see her outraged expression. Lowering her chin, she glared at him and opened her mouth, intending to scald him with her contempt.
"You little vixen." Holding up her left foot, he wiggled her big toe.
For some unfathomable reason, she relaxed completely.
"You had a pedicure and got a toe ring. Just for me."
Tempted to say, "No, just for Paris," she bit her tongue. Geoff's gentle pulling on her toes, massaging between them, made her lethargic. And yet she wanted his hands on other parts of her body. More intimate parts.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and gravely. Seductive. As if his voice alone could bring her to fulfillment. Which, Goddess save her, it almost did.
Her eyelids felt weighted closed, but she prevailed. Looking at him, her gaze followed his. Over his now naked, barrel-like chest to his flat, muscled belly. Down his belly to… Sweet Goddess! To two enormous erections jutting from the nest of dark curls surrounding them.
"Do they… Do I disgust you?"
Her gaze flew to his face. His eyes were wary, but his chin firmed, as if her words could destroy him.
"If I could touch you…" She swallowed the huge lump in her throat, fought back the tears stinging her eyes and the loving ache around her heart. "Nothing--absolutely nothing about you disgusts me."
She felt his held breath ease from his lungs. They were so connected to each other, his muscles, his breath, his soul seemed like her own.
"Does this… Do they come out often?"
Relief eased his tense shoulders. Deviltry sparkled in his eyes. "Not often. In fact, this is the first time." Embarrassment heated his craggy cheeks and he looked down. His cocks waved, deepening his flush. "I didn't want them to appear this soon. I wanted to…"
"Ravish me?" she suggested teasingly, aching to touch him, to take away any lingering doubts he might have about her accepting him like this.
"Yeah. First with one and then with the other. But--Jonathan Jacob Jones! You made me so hard, so fast! Just looking at you, seeing how your nipples pucker and your breasts swell. Your scent telling me you want me. Your eyes darkening, glazing like they do when you come--even though I haven't touched you."
"So, as usual, this--they--are all my fault."
He raked his hair. With a sheepish grin, he laughed. "Yeah. All your fault, you naughty little vixen." Stretching out at her side, his body barely touching hers, he added, "I have to punish you, Keely."
"In a most pleasant way, I hope."
* * * *
Geoff said nothing. Giving in to the temptation that had tortured him far too long, he caressed her hair. Her eyebrows and lashes. Her rounded cheeks and the curve of her jaw. Like a blind man, he discovered the shape of her ears, her throat's slender length and the strength in her arms still tied above her head.
"I'll untie you."
"Please don't. I like feeling at your mercy. Helpless against anything you will do to me. Wanting no responsibility for what you make me feel. Aching, needing, wanting everything. Anything."
He cupped her breast. It swelled. Her nipple pearled against his palm. Her breath, a pant, soughed along his cheek. Her lips curved in a slight, satisfied smile. Her lambent gaze fastened on his face, she whispered, "Anything, Geoff."
He kissed her, his lips demanding. His fingers pinched her nipples, uncaring if he hurt her.
"Yessss," she moaned. "Like that. Harder if you want. Yess. Yesss! Sweet Goddess!"
With a feral growl, he plunged his tongue into her spasming cunt. Her hips bucked. She screamed his name, then groaned, "Don't stop. Please, Geoff, keep… Goddess. I. Can't. Take. More. More. I want more."
"I'll give you more," he vowed, plunging one cock into her hot, wet, pulsing channel, the second into her tight ass.
She wailed "Yessss!" as her muscles milked him and his cocks erupted in her.
Howling "Keely" he collapsed against her.
Sometime later, he realized he was crushing her. Freeing her wrists, easing to his back, he kept her cradled in his arms and stroked damp tendrils off her face. Now able to talk, he muttered, "This happened too fast."
She hummed like a purring cat. "Not for me, but…I'll let you make it up to me."
"When I can. Since you've milked me dry, you may have quite a long wait. For both of me," he amended, the cock in her cunt twitching.
"Wanna bet?" She straddled him, grinning wickedly down at him, wiggling on his shaft.
"Goddess, you feel good."
"I like this position. Now I'm in charge and can do anything I want."
Before he could move, she had his hands tied above his head. As she sank on his full erection, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her cunt muscles clenched and she gasped.
"Oh my, Just Geoff. You seem to have made a quick and full recovery. Both of you." Reaching behind her, squeezing his balls gently, she added, "All of you."
He chuckled. "Too bad you tied my hands. If I could squeeze your breast together, we could play rain wiper."
She pressed her breasts together for him and cocked a red-gold brow. "Will I like it? This rain wiper game?"
"Lean down a little and we'll find out."
"Promise you won't bite."
"Only if you don't beg me. If you beg, all promises are off."
"As if," she scoffed, bending over him until her nipples brushed his lips.
In quick succession he lapped each rigid peak. His own brow cocked, he said, "Like it?" He could feel she did. Her sweet little cunt practically begged, it clenched his shaft so tightly.
"Too soon to tell. Do it again."
He did, lapping at her until she bounced up and down on his cock and her breathy moans became little mews of pleasure. They grew louder until she wailed, "Bite me!"
Easily freeing his hands with his second set, he pushed her nipples together and bit.
"Good God-dess!"
She screamed words he'd never dreamed she would say again. Words that took him over the edge of insanity and into heaven.
"Love me!" she pleaded, her eyes glazed.
"Gladly," he panted and did.
* * * *
Feeling as limp as overcooked tomatoes, Keely sighed against Geoff's chest. Listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, she savored his hands skimming over her back and buttocks. His hands… Well it felt as if he had four of them to massage and soothe her with. She felt as if he had two sets of legs as well. One set wrapped around her waist, the other lightly sliding up and down her calves, the silky hair on his making her want to giggle.
"If I wasn't too weak to move, I'd peek at you. See if what I'm feeling is real."
His hands stilled. His heartbeat quickened, seeming to pound harder against her ear. "Maybe you should look," he said, sounding cautious.
"Okay," she agreed cheerfully, raising her head just enough to kiss his flat nipple. Blowing on the rigid little peak, she added, "But you'll have to give me a boost."
Patting her bottom, he simultaneously grasped her arms, easing her to a sitting position. His arms--all four of them--slid to his sides. As if awaiting her revulsion, he closed his eyes.
If he'd kept them open, he might have seen the wonder she felt widening hers. The awe and love in them. As it was, he felt her fingers trace each arm in turn, bend each at the elbow as if seeking differences in their muscle tone or shape. He heard her sigh and squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
"Beautiful," she murmured, running those questing hands down his hips, over all four thighs and calves. Pulling four big toes like he'd pulled her two. "Geoff, you're beautiful."
He flung one arm over his eyes, tried to roll to his side. She shoved his shoulders, her slight weight holding him down.
"Look at me," she commanded.
He shook his head.
Muttering under her breath, she sat on his stomach. "Jove!" She bounced lightly on his belly. "Blasted!" Another bounce made him grunt. "Man!" The third bounce jabbed both her elbows into him and popped open his eyes.
"Now that I have your attention, I'll tell you again. You're beautiful."
All at once, she frowned and tilted her head as if listening to someone he couldn't hear. Her sea foam green eyes shone with unshed tears when she looked at him again, but her voice was steady.
"I have it from the very best authority we know--Honey--that you have given me the most precious gift in any galaxy. Because you love me--Shut up and listen! I don't have much time left to know this, but I know for a fact that it's true. A Jovian man only shows this…duality to the woman he loves. Will love all his life. I know it's never happened to you before and will never happen with any other woman.
"You may like me only a little, Geoff, but you love me, Just Geoff. With everything in you." Tears brimmed, seeped over her lower lashes to glide down her cheeks. She smiled. "You'll show me you love me in just this way every time we make love. For the rest of our lives."
She chewed her lower lip, adding softly, "I love you, Geoff. Both The Honey and I love you. She won't remember me once the Admiralty decommissions her, but I will. I'll remember every day of my life."
"Will you remember The Honey?" Knowing he would always remember his ship, he realized Keely had even greater reasons to remember her.
"Only as the ship you love. The ship that brought us home from Mars. I won't remember the years and years she loved you. Or that she asked Kendra to have Connor make her a body. Or that she ran away to force you to come after her." She broke off suddenly and gasped.
"What?" Geoff demanded as he grasped Keely's shoulders.
"She--I love you."
Attuned to The Honey's every nuance, Geoff felt his own muscles tense. He felt as if his entire body had gathered to make an enormous jump, the landing point unknown and unknowable. But he trusted his ship. She would keep them all safe.
"Make me a promise, Geoff," Keely pleaded, pressing against him and wrapping her arms around him.
"Anything, Keely."
"That you'll share your memories of her with me."
"You got it, Keely. Honey."
Almost Home
Starting at Geoff's toes, Keely kissed her way up his legs. She rested her head on his thigh and stated at his testicles and flaccid penis. When he tried to play Adam with a five-frond fig leaf, Keely caught his hand, tucking it under his buttock.
"Nuh-uh. You're not going to block my view."
Geoff chuckled, managing to sound embarrassed. "Don't know what's so fascinating about my cock. You've seen it before."
"Sure have." She blew on his balls and saw his cock twitch. "Just like you've seen my…"
"Pussy?" he suggested, making her snort derisively.
"Someday you can explain to me how that part of a woman's anatomy got that name."
"Not today." His voice shook. Not much, but a little. And his cock got a little thicker, a little longer.
"Not today," she echoed, swiping his testicles with her tongue, inhaling that musky scent that tested her self-control. But she was determined to drive him to the brink of sanity. With a throaty growl, she licked the length of one penis, its salty tip and then sucked it into her mouth.
"Kee-ly." His voice rasped. She gently bit, her smile so wide she couldn't help it. He moaned and eased his hands over her shoulders.
"Careful," she warned, the word muffled by his shaft.
His hands sliding to her elbows, he lifted her straight up. Laughing, he flipped her onto her back. "Little witch. Tell me why you're torturing me. Not that I'm not enjoying it. Not that I'll complain if you want to torture me more. After you tell me what you want to know."
She jutted her chin. "My next lover's going to be short and puny."
"Nuh-uh. I'm your first, last, and only lover." He kissed her chin, her lips and the tip of her nose.
She jutted her chin again. "Just once I'd like to have you at my mercy."
"Lady, I've been at your mercy since the second I saw you."
She felt a blush heat her entire body. Pleasure or anger, she couldn't tell. "Did you use that line on your precious Paris?"
"Jove, no! Not because she's unattractive--don't get your bloomers in a twist. Paris made a pass at me because she couldn't get Connor. When she stopped making passes, we became friends. And how come you don't remember squat about our lives before Mars, but you remember Paris?"
"Friends? With benefits?"
"No. Even before I found out what she did to me--to you--I knew we'd never be more than friends."
"What she did to me?"
"Tell you later. Maybe. After you tell me why you're tormenting me."
Keely huffed. "I want to know how you got Paris' face."
Geoff laughed. "I should've remembered your flypaper mind for trivia." He pressed her cheek to his chest, stroked her hair behind her ear and toyed with the lobe.
"You should also remember how tenacious I am."
"Stubborn."
"Tell me." She grabbed his balls and squeezed gently.
Geoff moved her hand, snuggling Keely closer. "Once you disappeared… When The Honey was stolen, I needed to get off Earth before someone had me arrested. I felt as if I'd wished on a lucky star because--just when I most needed to get outta Dodge--Pushin arrived to save me. Then he told me we had to go to Jupiter before we flew to Mars. I was so relieved to get away safely, I didn't even think it strange that a Marsian would voluntarily visit Jupiter. Or that the Jovian government would allow a Marsian on its home world."
Feeling stupid all over again, he fell silent.
Keely snaked her hand free, slid it to his cock and squeezed. Hard enough to get him talking again.
"Anyway, your friend Jo one-two-seven came to me. He reminded me there was no secret passage or magic carpet between the Marsian spaceport and the palace. Since Pushin didn't know if news of my criminal status had reached Mars, Jo suggested I don a disguise."
"To look like Paris?" Keely snorted. Turning her face into Geoff's chest, she laughed so hard, her tears streamed down his ribs.
"Yeah, as Paris. When she saw me, she laughed as hard as you're laughing now."
"Did…did you have her body, too? Did they parade you down the gangway in your birthday suit?"
"Jove, no! Since you and I were off-planet more than on, you probably didn't notice that Marsiennes now wear clothes. In public anyway."
Keely hummed, then lapped his nipple.
"Guess story time is over, huh?"
"Not just yet. I'm going to tell you a story. About how a spaceship loved her pilot commander so much she ran away."
"Heard that one," Geoff said, moving away so he and Keely could stroke and tease each other's bodies.
"Oh yeah? How does the story end?"
"Happily-ever-after, of course."
"Of course. But…" Easing from
his arms, she straddled his hips. "First, I want to see you in all your glory. Four arms holding me. Four legs holding me, too. Two beautiful cocks in me." When he remained silent, she poked his belly. "Is there something special I need to do to make that happen?"
"Yeah." Wrapping one hand around her neck, he pulled her face to his. He kissed her, whispered in her ear. When he finished, he gently pushed her upright. "Think you can do that?"
"Of course I can. Where do you want me to start?"
"French is nice."
Keely cocked her head, again giving him the impression she heard a voice he couldn't hear. She grinned. "Just teasing."
"Begin wherever you want."
"Hmmm." Leaning forward until her nipples grazed his chest, she whispered, "Fuck me" in perfect Jovian.
As if she'd flipped a switch in his mind, his single cock made room for its twin. One set of hands played with her breasts, the second set rubbed her back, then cupped her buttocks.
"Think you can take my friends inside you? Together?"
"Dunno. Let's try."
"Jove, you're tight!"
"Goddess, you're big. Both of you."
One set of legs wrapped around her waist. The second set spread wider.
"Can you ride me, honey?"
She eased up his cocks. Her eyes on his, her bottom lip caught in her teeth, she slid down. She groaned and her eyes glazed.
"Ride? Oh, yeah." She began again, her voice low and sultry. Jovian, Venusian, Plutonian, she worked her way through the Milky Way. Somewhere in the middle of her third climax, she switched to the hundred or more languages of Earth.
"Love me," she begged in English, her voice high and wild, her eyes dark with passion. Her juices soaked his cocks and balls.
"Forever," he promised and lost control.
Epilogue
As if she'd experienced every one of Keely's climaxes, Venus stretched. "Another very happy woman."
Jove shifted his engorged cocks to a more comfortable position. "And a very lucky man. I don't suppose you'd--"
"What have you two meddlers done to my queen?" Mars roared.
"Nothing she didn't deserve," Venus said, heat in her voice.