by Calinda B
Finally she was done, spent. Her anger was gone, leaving her reeling with the surge and ebb of adrenaline. She leaned against the bulkhead, so drained she could hardly stay upright. All she wanted to do was sink to her knees and moan like a wounded animal. She’d been so close to having something real, something precious, and it had slipped through her hands, like always.
“So how did I come into it?” Tal asked, his voice only a thread of sound.
She focused on him with an effort. His face was still pale, but the rage was gone, replaced by something just as dark, just as turbulent, but different. She gave up the effort to decipher him.
“After you ... grabbed Kiri,” she said. “Everyone knew you and Stark hated each other. When he disappeared and holed up in New Seattle, they thought you’d kill him if you found him. Kiri was grateful to me for saving her on the Six-Pac, so she got them to pardon me, in return for my help making sure you stayed away.”
“So it’s all been … you’ve just been spying on me,” he said. He sounded almost … sad.
She looked at him in disbelief, and then rolled her eyes. “You’re such an idiot, Tal Darkrunner. No, I haven’t been spying on you, not really. They knew what you were doing, chasing Slidi, yeah. But you notice anyone after you to arrest you for murder now that she’s dead? Nope, because no one cares that there’s one less slaver. I was just supposed to report in if you headed back to Earth II before they found Stark. So, that’s it. That’s my grand sin. Now you can throw me off your ship, never to darken your door again, blah, blah, blah.”
“Blah, blah, blah? They teach you that in tough-girl school?” He’d moved closer. Too close.
“You stay away from me.” She drew a breath that became a sob, and then turned away, leaning into the hatch, and fumbling for the control. “I can’t do this anymore. You want me gone, I’ll leave. But I can’t—”
His voice was suddenly in her ear, and his hands on her, warm and strong. “You’re not going anywhere, sweet fire. We got some unfinished business.”
She heard something snap beside her ear, and turned her head. A pair of soft restraints dangled beside her, from one of his long fingers.
“Oh, no,” she said, pulling at his grip. “For God’s sake, Tal. You’re not going to cuff me. I said I’d leave.” What would be next? Following through on his humiliating threat to send her naked from his ship?
“Nah,” he said. “I thought maybe this time, you’d like to use them on me.”
She couldn’t even process the strangeness of that offer.
“You know, strangely enough,” she answered, “I don’t really feel like having sex right now.”
He held onto her, managing despite her struggle, to turn her to face him. “Oh. Then maybe you’d like to just rough me up for a while. Until you think I’ve paid enough for being such a stupid, suspicious fuckhead.”
She gaped at him, and he grimaced. “Trying to say I’m sorry, Snake Eyes. Evidently I’m not doing such a great job.”
“You—you mean ... you’re not mad at me?”
He sucked in a harsh breath that caught in his throat. “Oh, God, no. No, baby. I’m not mad—not anymore. Please ... please, just come here.”
With a dry sob, she dove into his arms, her face tight in the curve of his neck. She hung on to him, hardly able to believe his terrible rage had melted away, turned to forgiveness.
“Okay. Okay. Good enough, as apologies go,” she managed. “I might still cuff you, though.” Just until he’d repeated his intentions a few hundred more times, and she was sure he wasn’t still addled by all the medications he’d had pumped into him.
He gathered her closer, his arms tight, his face against her hair. “Whatever you want, I swear. And some night, when it’s just us alone, I’ll tell you my sad story, how I got so suspicious of beautiful women. Why I wasted so much time chasing after one that was really just a dream, not reality.”
She kept her face against his skin, breathing in his spicy heat, reveling in his hard strength against her smaller, slighter body. Even though she could totally take him down if she saw him looking elsewhere. “I really don’t wanna hear about you and other women,” she said. “Except maybe Trix.”
“You’ll listen, though,” he said. “And then we’ll be done with the past, and on to the only thing that’s important—our future.”
“Our future? Um …what will that be?”
He smiled against her face. “It’ll be you by my side, helping me. Maybe you’d like to manage my club—you could dance every night, and I could watch you. Start fights, or stop them, it’ll be up to you. As long as you end up in my bed in the wee hours of the morning.”
“It sounds like heaven,” she said. “Am I awake, or just dreaming this?”
“I could spout some poetic shit about living our dreams together,” he said. “But I don’t know any poetry, so I’ll make you a promise instead. I’ll fight alongside you,” he added fiercely. “Until everyone who hurt you, who’s hurting other kids, at least in our city—is on Deep Six, or in the deepest level of the seventh hell. And we’ll use what I learned from that bitch Slidi to clean out one particular nest of vipers.”
“Oh, God,” she choked. “We’ll be like vigilantes. I love you, Tal Darkrunner.”
He froze. “Uh ... “
She kissed him again, laughter bubbling up. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it now—I’m guessing you’re out of practice at that too. I’ll torture it out of you, when I have you cuffed to your bed.”
“Deal.” He bent and swung her up in his arms and carried her through the hatch to his stateroom. Carefully, because even a man recovering from near death didn’t drop something priceless.
And then he showed her that she was.
And eventually he told her. Actually he muttered it in her ear and then distracted her immediately, but she heard him, and soaked in the sweet certainty that Trix and Darry were right—she’d finally found a man she could trust.
They were lying together—on top of the covers, because Scala had insisted on turning the heat up while Tal convalesced—their arms, legs and bodies entwined, when Darry’s voice came over the com. “Is he still alive? Can we come in now?”
Scala tilted her head back to look up at Tal. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Don’t look at me. Your choice, my queen.”
“I’m your queen?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Of a gaudy, tarnished kingdom.”
“My favorite kind.” She raised her voice. “Come in, please.”
Darry and Trix entered arm in arm, both wearing clothing from the Lure Valley resort shops.
“You look nice,” Scala said, smiling at Darry’s green shirt, which was the same shimmery green as Trix’s dress. His hair was tied back sleekly from his boyish face. Trix’s braids were caught up on top of her head with a jeweled clip.
“Thank you,” Trix said, preening.
“This shirt itches,” Darry complained. “May I take it off? And my pants?” His eyes twinkling, he began to unfasten the front of the shirt, revealing his smooth chest. Then he shrugged the shirt off.
Scala had been right—he was extremely fit, and tanned all over. Trix snapped her fingers, and smoky, swaying music began to play.
“Watch now,” she coaxed.
“No worries,” Tal said, amused. “She can’t take her eyes off of you.”
Since it was true, Scala didn’t bother to argue. She watched raptly as Trix swayed against Darry, and he unfastened her dress for her. It slid to the floor under his hands, revealing her pert, coral-tipped breasts and lithe hips, clad in a tiny black thong.
Smiling at Scala, Darry pulled Trix back against him and slid one hand under the thong to cup her mons. Trix tipped her head back against his shoulder and moved slowly to the music. She looked petite and feminine against Darry’s compact masculine frame.
“D’you want the thong off of her?” Tal asked Scala, tracing a pattern on her bare arm.
“Yes,” she sai
d, admiring how large and strong Darry’s hands were on Trix’s pale skin. “I want to watch Darry make her come.”
“Oh, yeah,” Darry approved. He tugged the thong off of Trix with his free hand, and she lifted one leg, setting her foot on the bed so Tal and Scala could watch Darry’s strong hand move on her swollen, pink labia. “Inside?” he asked Tal.
“Please,” Trix begged, her eyes glazing. “Please, Tal. Say yes.”
Tal nodded, leaning to press a kiss to Scala’s temple. “All right. Come for us, Trix—but only once. And then you can make us come and Darry too. And perhaps we’ll let you have another.”
Scala half expected Trix to protest at this, but the little blonde nodded happily in a way that said she was quite content to let Tal direct her pleasure. Knowing the man who held her in his embrace would choose all that happened next sent a thrill of pleasure through Scala. She knew he felt it when he nipped at her ear. “And I’ll tell you how many times to come, too, sweet fire. Will you like that?”
She ducked her head into the curve of his throat, his braids a soft pillow. “Yes, Tal. As long as we get to make you come too.”
He kissed her temple. “Oh, you will.”
Darry thrust two long fingers inside Trix’s pussy, and with a whimper of joy, she came almost instantly, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Scala’s pussy clenched again, harder. She could almost feel him touching her that way.
Tal held out his hand to the other couple. “Now come here. Darry, I believe this is your chance to taste my woman. And perhaps if you both ask me very nicely, I’ll let you fuck.”
Scala’s hand tightened on his thigh. She looked into his eyes, and he gave her a look of loving command that made her thighs open of their own volition. “Think you’re in charge, ganger?”
He bent to kiss her as Darry’s warm hands slid up her legs, and his face pressed into her inner thigh. “I know I am, Snake Eyes.” Without taking his eyes off hers, he reached down to pull Trix close. “Now Trix and I are going to watch Darry eat your pussy. And he’s very good, so I expect you’ll scream at least once, don’t you, Trix?”
Cuddling into Tal’s embrace, Trix smiled at Scala. “Oh, yes. More than once.”
Since Darry’s hot, soft lips were already pressing into Scala’s mons, and his tongue flicked out to caress her swollen clit with butterfly precision, she gasped his name instead of answering them.
Then she slid her fingers into his hair and held him to her as he showed her exactly what he could do to make her scream.
When she fell back into the pillows, her orgasm still pulsing through her, Darry knelt up between her thighs. He wiped his mouth off on his bare shoulder and smiled at her.
“Now can I fuck her?” he pleaded. “Please, Tal?”
Scala tensed, jerked out of her haze of repletion. She looked uncertainly at Tal. He was watching her closely. The moment strung out, her heartbeats counting time with the slow, sensual music, Darry’s hands warm on her thighs.
Finally, Tal shook his head. She relaxed, until he spoke. “No, I don’t think quite yet,” he said. “I’m not ready to share that sweet cunt.”
“Then what do you want?” Scala waited for him to bid her to come to him.
“I want you to stay just as you are,” he answered, his gaze lit with pride and heat. “So you can watch while my sweet Trix sucks me off.”
Scala had to bite back her protest. She wanted to be the one pleasuring him.
Trix leaned over to kiss him and then slid down between his thighs. Scala watched as the other woman took Tal’s stiff, engorged cock in her hand, and put out her tongue to lick him root to tip. Her own pussy contracted with need.
“Oh, God,” Darry groaned, reaching to slide his hand between Trix’s legs. “This is so fucking good.”
“Stay still,” Tal ordered, one hand cupping her cheek. “And eyes on what Trix is doing to me.”
Scala held his gaze as he watched her knowingly. So this sweet sting was what he felt as he watched Darry bring her to orgasm. Loving that he found pleasure, yet jealous that it was another woman’s mouth bringing it.
“Enough?” Tal asked softly.
Scala nodded, her heart leaping as he gave her a portion of control.
He stayed Trix with a hand on her cheek, and she let him go slowly, his glistening length sliding from her mouth. His cock bobbed in the air between them, and Scala knew without looking that both Trix and Darry wanted it as much as she did.
“Yours if you want it, sweet fire,” Tal said, and as Scala met his eyes, everything in her coalesced in a rush of excitement and triumph. She threw back her head, her body arcing, showing him all she wanted to give him.
“Fuck, she’s coming,” Darry said, awe in his voice. Trix groaned, a wistful sound.
Yes, she was. For Tal, and for the haze of power and sex and wicked intent that shimmered around him, from him. She caught her breath on a dry sob as her pussy clenched and melted on just the thought of him.
Tal smiled at her. “That’s my sweet fire. Now come and do that around my cock this time.”
Darry pulled her up, pressing a smiling kiss to her cheek as he supported her. “Burn him up, Scala.”
She gave him a soft kiss as she straddled Tal’s thighs. “I intend to.”
“Please, can Darry fuck me now?” Trix begged.
Tal smiled, his gazeon Scala’s mons as he thrust two fingers up into her. They disappeared into her soaking depths. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and looked up at her. “As soon as we make Scala come again.”
“Oh, yeah,” Darry crooned. His warm, calloused hands reached to cup her breasts, and he pinched her nipples, hard. “Here, Trix, suck her tits.”
“Mm-mm, yum.” Trix moved close, her silky skin brushing Scala’s. “I’d love to.”
As Darry held Scala’s distended nipple like an offering, Trix licked it into her hot, wet mouth. The contrast of his hard, painful grip and the silky tugging was utterly delicious. Scala moaned, leaning back into Darry’s embrace, and her pussy contracted hard around Tal’s fingers.
Tal smacked the side of her ass, and curled his fingers inside her, thrumming her G-spot. “We’re all watching you. Come for us.”
She did, because as the center of all their delicious, avid attention, what else could she do?
Darry and Trix let her go and moved back.
“You really love to be watched, don’t you?” he asked, pulling her down onto his cock as she relaxed. As his thick shaft filled her sensitized depths, her body seized with another bolt of need and lust.
He smacked her bottom, hard. “Open your eyes.”
She dragged them open and stroked her hands over his shoulders, holding onto him as she began to ride him. “Yes,” she said, her voice throaty with satisfaction. “I love to be watched with you, Tal Darkrunner. I’d let the galaxy watch you fuck me.”
He shuddered under her, his cock stiffening even harder, and his hands tightened cruelly on her hips as his gaze bored into hers. “I may take you up on that one day, my queen. Fuck, that would be hot.”
Darry laughed. “The idea’s making her come again, too.”
Scala was coming again, the sheer wicked delight of the others watching him thrust inside her sending her up, up, up the peak of pleasure and need.
She focused on Tal’s burning eyes. “Now?” she asked, her voice a throaty husk of sound.
“Now,” he agreed.
He slammed into her, his cock raking her secret walls with heat and need, and pleasure imploded inside her, bursting outward through her body, and her mind. Scala cried out as everything went dark and velvety.
Tal stiffened in the vee of her thighs and gave a shout. She felt the heated wash of his cum inside her, and she held him as he shuddered, then slowly relaxed.
“Now you can suck Darry,” Tal said to Trix. “Here beside me so we can all see you swallow his cock.”
Scala lay in Tal’s arms and watched as Trix knelt between Darry’s
thighs. She cupped his balls, and worked his cock with her swollen lips, her eyes closed, in her own world.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Darry said, his hands in her hair “Trixie … your sweet mouth.”
He began to jerk, thrusting up into her mouth. “Oh, God … so good. Tal?”
“Shall we let him come?” Tal asked Scala.
“Yes,” Scala said instantly. “Darry, come. Come for us.”
Darry stiffened, and shuddered, his eyes glazed, taking in both of them watching him. Then they slid shut and he jerked in Trix’s mouth, cum trickling from her mouth as she swallowed.
She moaned happily, and Darry fell back on the bed beside Tal, his hand reaching to find Tal’s arm. “Fuck, that was good.”
Trix sat up, wiping her wet mouth daintily with the back of her hand. Then she pressed her thighs together, and wriggled her hips, clearly aroused.
“Would you like one of us to get you off?” Tal asked.
“Yes, please,” she said instantly, her eyes large and pleading.
“I will,” Darry said, leaning up on one elbow.
“We all will,” Scala said.
Trix whimpered, and Tal groaned, although his eyes were twinkling. “I’ve created a monster,” he said.
Darry pressed a warm kiss to Scala’s mouth. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered. “You’re just what Tal needed. What we all needed.”
He laid Trix back in the vee of Tal’s open thighs.
Scala turned to kiss Tal’s jaw.
“A monster, eh? Scarier than you, Zharrdul master?” she asked, smiling at him.
“Astronomically,” he said dryly.
Trix moaned as Darry kissed her mons. “Keep talking, please. Oh, I love this.”
Scala laughed with sheer happiness and Tal’s arms tightened around her. “Welcome to your new world, Snake Eyes. We’re going to keep you so happy you never want to leave.”