No Mercy

by McCormick, Jenna

  Duffy’s mouth dropped open. “You mean that?”

  Zan nodded, then looked to Gia. “She makes me better, though, which is why I’m giving her command. If she says we need this, then I trust her judgment. Touch me, Duffy. I want to feel you.”

  “This don’t change anything. I’m still leaving,” Duffy told him, told them.

  “Understood.” Gia nodded crisply. “Better make it a night to remember.”

  He saw the moment Duffy gave in. Zan watched Gia, who stared right back at him, a small smile on her lips. The tips of her breasts pushed against the thin cotton of her flight suit, and she licked her luscious lips.

  Duffy moved into his line of sight, blocking his view of her. Tilting Zan’s chin up, he forcing their eyes to meet. Zan let go of all his reservations and let his desire shine through. Duffy would make this good for him, he had no doubt.

  Then the other man pressed his lips to Zan’s. He’d never kissed a man before, never felt the desire to experience this. The melding of their mouths was sweet, almost chaste at first, but then Duffy took control, sucking on his lips, thrusting his tongue against the barrier of Zan’s teeth until he allowed him access.

  A calloused hand circled his cock, and Duffy tugged firmly with the exact right amount of pressure so the top of Zan’s head nearly came off.

  “You want to help me prep him, Cap’n?” Duffy glanced over his shoulder at Gia while he continued to jerk Zan’s shaft.

  Gia shifted in her seat. “Are you sure?”

  Duffy nodded. “I’m thinking he’d like you beneath him taking his cock whilst I take his ass.”

  Zan groaned at the words, at the image it evoked in his mind. Both of them, at once.

  “I’ll be sure not to let him come too soon and spoil all of our fun,” Gia purred.

  Duffy moved back so Zan had an unobstructed view of her unzipping her flight suit. Beside her, Duffy was also ditching his clothes. His hands fumbled with his belt and his cock sprang free.

  “Touch him,” Gia urged, even as her hands went to Zan’s hair. For once he didn’t tense up at the thought of having someone pull his hair or penetrate his ass. He trusted the two of them to deliver pleasure the likes of which he’d never known.

  Zan stood up and reached for Duffy’s shaft. Gia dropped to her knees, blowing a cool stream of air over his cock and balls, her cool fingers circled his ridged flesh even as his explored the girth of Duffy’s. The other man’s lids lowered in bliss.

  Duffy stepped back away from him as Gia’s lips closed over the ridge of Zan’s dick. His hands went to her head and hers snaked up behind him, spreading his cheeks for Duffy. Then he felt it, the wet rasp of a tongue over his hidden pucker, swirling around, encouraging his body to open.

  Sensation upon sensation bombarded him as Gia’s teeth scraped oh so lightly over his turgid rod and Duffy rimmed his ass. His balls lifted, ready to come, but Gia drew back, her angel eyes glinting mischief. “Not yet,” she purred.

  Groaning, he bucked his hips but she moved one hand to the base of his shaft, holding him in a viselike grip, ruining his orgasm.

  “Tell me how it feels,” she commanded, even as she kept him clutched in her fist. “Do you like having Duffy lick your ass?”

  “Yes,” Zan hissed as the other man probed deeper, using his thumb to press against the tight ring of muscles. “It’s so hot, he makes my balls ache.”

  “Are you ready for him to fuck you?” she asked, nuzzling his shaft.

  Wordlessly, Zan nodded.

  “Tell him,” she ordered.

  “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” He gasped as the thumb prevailed, pushing inside his passage.

  Duffy licked and fingered him wide open even as he stared down at Gia, holding his staff in her hot little hand. The other trailed down her belly to her sex and disappeared into the triangle of blond curls.

  “Are you wet?” Though she was in charge, Zan needed to ask, to know this was turning her on.

  Instead of voicing her answer Gia held up two slick fingers for his inspection. “You do this to me, Zan.”

  “I want to lick you.”

  Reclining back on the bed, she spread her legs wide. “Sounds like a plan.”

  Zan bent at the waist. Though his cock ached for attention, he ignored it as he moved into the cradle of her luscious thighs.

  Instead of starting at the top of her sex, he drove his tongue right into her core, lapping up her slick desire, enjoying the way her body parted for him, the gasps coming from her graceful throat.

  Duffy urged him to widen his stance, and he arched into the slippery oil the other man was using on his backside. Rocking his hips back, he allowed Duffy greater access as two fingers stretched and explored him. Though they rubbed against his prostate, he didn’t get enough friction to send him over the edge.

  “So damn tight,” Duffy said as he spread his fingers wider. “I can’t wait to get inside this hot little hole.”

  More wetness coated his face as Gia gushed at the other man’s words. Duffy prepared his body for fucking while Zan ratcheted up her desire until she was moaning for release.

  Too bad he wasn’t gonna let her come before he did. Almost as though they choreographed it, Zan and Duffy straightened. Her feet were planted on the bed, legs opened wide in invitation. Zan moved closer between Gia’s spread thighs, aligning his shaft with her drenched opening.

  Green eyes peered up at him. “Come inside me now.”

  Zan pushed himself home and they gasped together. It had been too long, and the pleasure had him right on the brink.

  Again, Gia reached behind him, spreading him for Duffy. “Are you ready for him?”

  Zan swallowed, closed his eyes.

  “Look at me,” Gia commanded.

  He did.

  “Tell us you want this, you want to feel Duffy inside you.”

  Slowly, Zan repeated the words and waited, holding his breath.

  It exploded from his lungs as Duffy pushed the tip of his shaft into the tiny opening, stretching it wider than it had ever been stretched before.

  “Breathe,” Gia told him, her pussy clamping down on him. “It gets easier after the head.”

  Zan nodded as Duffy pushed on, past the tight ring. He gasped as the other man sank farther inside, deeper than he ever believed possible, and kept going.

  Gia murmured to him, stroked his face and shoulders all the while. He doubted he would have been able to do this without her steady, reassuring presence.

  Finally Duffy was all the way in, his balls against Zan’s—both of them panting.

  “How do you feel?” Gia asked. Duffy’s hands roved over his back, and he could feel the enormous restraint the other man engaged in, waiting for him to relax and be ready.

  “Answer me!” Gia snapped.

  Having grown accustomed to the invasion, Zan became aware of the nerves sparking to life, deeper than anything he ever experienced. “Good, he feels good.”

  Gia gripped his chin in a firm hold. “Enjoy it. Because this is the last time anyone who isn’t me will touch you. Understand?”

  Zan gasped, nodded. “Yes.”

  She smiled, leaned back, and clamped down tightly on his shaft. “Excellent. Now fuck him hard, Duffy. Fuck him until he comes.”

  Duffy’s hands landed on his hips and he withdrew several inches before surging back in, the force driving Zan even deeper inside Gia. On the next withdrawal, Zan followed Duffy, pulling away from her grasping cunt and surging back as the thick flesh rammed home inside him.

  They found their rhythm swiftly, Duffy hot and hard behind him, Gia soft and wet beneath him. Zan had never known the pleasure/pain barrier could be so thin, so utterly delectable.

  His fingers threaded through Gia’s even as he leaned back against Duffy. Bliss, sheer bliss.

  Duffy pushed him down onto the mattress, on top of Gia. Then the other man stood above him and bent his knees, changing the angle of his penetration. He slammed inside Zan, who burrowe
d even deeper into Gia. Duffy pushing, Gia pulling, until suddenly a tide of orgasm dragged him under.

  Distantly he heard Duffy’s hoarse cry, felt the flood of hot cum in his channel and he clamped down.

  “Yes, oh, hell, yes, Zan!” Duffy groaned before slumping against his back.

  Beneath him Gia squirmed, and Zan realized she hadn’t come. Reaching between their bodies, he moved his fingers over the tight bundle of nerves in brisk motions. Just a few sure strokes sent her soaring too.

  Zan grinned as he rested his head against her breasts.

  Nothing like a job well done.

  “You go first.” The brunette woman waved Gia toward the Infinity Pool. She caught the wave of suspicion rolling off of them. Despite Zan leaving the crew other than Gia on the empath home world, they still suspected a double cross.

  Gia stared at the swirling rainbow water and swallowed. Eternity literally lay at her feet. Swallowing she looked to Zan. He made the choice so damn easy because no matter how much of him she had, she’d always want more.

  Stripping off her flight suit, Gia took a deep breath and took the plunge. Zan had told her she’d have to go all the way under, to allow the pool enough time to permeate every cell in her body. Much like he had.

  Though her lungs burned for air, she followed his instructions to the letter. Just when she thought she’d pass out and drown, a cool relaxation swept over her. The water seemed to push her to the surface where she gasped for air.

  Zan, still fully dressed, plunged in beside her and held her up. “How do you feel, angel?”

  Assessing her body, she grinned up at him. “Mag-frigging-nificent.”

  He swept her up and moved past the Illustra execs, who were hastily disrobing. She figured he’d sit down on a nearby rock, but he kept on to the gangplank of the ship. The board paid them no heed as they splashed into the Infinity Pool.

  Zan patched into the ship, speaking directly to the creature, the only other soul on board. “Time to head back to the empath home world.”

  “But—?” Gia cut herself off as she saw his ear-to-ear grin. “You always planned to leave them here, didn’t you?”

  Heading toward his quarters—their quarters—Zan said, “I promised to take them to the Infinity Pool and I did. I never said nothing about taking them home again.”

  Gia was still laughing when they crossed the threshold to their suite.

  “The ship will let us know if there’s anything needing our attention. Right now, I have something needing your attention.”

  Gia shivered, her body still tingling from the aftereffects of the Infinity Pool. “Let me guess, is the something in your pants?”

  Shucking his pants he waggled his eyebrow. “Not anymore.”

  Though her body was wet inside and out, Gia decided to play coy. “As the captain of this ship I think we should spend some time discussing where we go from here. There’s so much to do on Hosta, and we still need to get the crew from the empath world—”

  She shut off on a squeak as Zan dragged her onto his lap. “Now, Cap’n, didn’t you tell me you didn’t want me to be subservient in the bedroom? No reason we can’t discuss all that stuff while I’m buried balls deep inside you.”

  Gia sighed as he put actions to words, plunging his hard shaft into her wet sheath.

  Zan kissed along her collarbone. “Now, what was that you were saying?”

  Tilting his face up to hers, she brushed her lips across his. “Not everything has to be done this instant.”

  Pressing his forehead to hers, Zan smirked and gazed at her adoringly through half-lidded eyes. “True enough. We’ve got all the time in the universe.”

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  1

  “Gen, what should we order tonight?”

  Genevieve Luzon twisted her hair and fastened it up with a starburst-shaped clip so it spilled like a dark fountain around the back of her head. Not exactly a sexy look, but tonight was all about creature comforts and self-indulgence. Her friend Gia had just gotten back from her latest training exercise, and they both needed to unwind with a good old-fashioned girls’ night in.

  Nodding at her reflection, she called to her friend, “Whatever you want, Gia. Pizza would be stellar.” Then again . . . She lifted her baggy T-shirt and frowned down at the bulge last night’s cheesecake had put there. Maybe she ought to skip dinner and take a few laps around the Central Park holographic track instead.

  “Ah, who am I kidding?” Disgusted with her lack of willpower, Gen dropped her shirt and slid her feet into cobalt-blue sparkly slippers. She scuffed down the hall to where Gia clicked the vid phone off.

  Gia’s blond brows drew together. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

  “What, do you think I’ll offend the pizza delivery guy? You’ve been flying training missions out along the rim too long. This is New New York, hon. I’m sure he’s seen worse than my plaid pajama pants. I’ll toss him an extra dozen credits and he won’t even remember.”

  “No way.” Gia poured the sparkling red wine into a glass and handed it to Gen. “This one is on me.”

  Gen accepted the glass and smiled at her friend. “That’s really sweet of you, but I can pay my own way. So I got fired today. It’s not like I’m destitute or anything.” Just too close for comfort. Pushing the unwelcome thought aside, she offered another bright smile. “What’s on the schedule for this evening’s entertainment?”

  Gia’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she took a drink. “It’s a surprise. First, though, I have got some oh-so-shocking news. You remember Alison Cartwright?”

  Gen tapped her chin. At least there was only one to tap. Maybe she could have pizza after all. “From high school? Quiet girl with bad teeth and a gland problem?”

  “Exactly. Well, I bumped into her at the flying coffee cart at the corner of Lexington and Fifth, and oh my fracking God, Gen, has she ever changed. Take a look at her card.” Gia rummaged around in her purse and then held up a metal business chip. The 3-D holograph that popped up showed a scantily clad blond bombshell with bedroom eyes and a to-die-for curvy body encased in a formfitting sheath one shade darker than her golden skin tone.

  “Wow. If I were a guy, I’d totally pop a woody right now.” Gen read the printing that flowed across Alison’s impressive C-cups, hoisted high by an antigrav corset. “Illustra? Are you fracking shitting me?”

  Gia shook her head. “I shit you not. It’s like a really fractured fairy tale. Ugly duckling blossoms into a fornicating swan.”

  “I wonder what that would be like?” Gen tilted her head, examining Alison’s card. “Do you think she likes being a pleasure companion?”

  “She seemed content enough, if a bit short on time.” Gia swirled her wine in her glass, studying the contents. “Do you ever think that maybe you would try it?”

  Gen choked as the liquid went down her windpipe. “You mean, try a career in the skin trade? Nuh-uh. No way.”

  “Why not? It’s a perfectly acceptable occupation. More lucrative than most, actually.”

  Gen didn’t want to explain her archaic mind-set to her friend, so she quipped, “Think how exhausting it would be to fake all those orgasms.”

  Gia’s eyes narrowed. “Have you ever actually had an orgasm?”

  “Of course. Every time I eat triple turtle cheesecake with fudge sauce. Speaking of food, did the pizza place say how long it would be?”

  Gia opened her mouth but was cut off by the dulcet programmed voice of the intercom. “Pardon me for interrupting, but there is someone at the door for you.”

  “Dinner is served.” Gia hopped off the barstool and scooted to answer the door.

  Gen didn’t bother to argue over the bill. She’d pay Gia back as soon as she found a new job. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment to wallow in her failure. Damn Mrs. Delevo-pia for getting on board the wrong off-world sh
uttle! Was it her fault the stubborn octogenarian refused to wear her reading glasses? But no matter how many times Gen had tried to explain, Mr. Parks had booted her sorry ass to the curb because she’d ruined his reputation. Three years she’d given that place, more time than she’d ever invested in a relationship. Was this the reward for her loyalty and hard work? If so, somebody goofed.

  “Gen?” Gia called from the entryway. “Could you come here?”

  Gen opened her eyes and sighed. “That means I have to get up.”

  “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” Mischief laced her friend’s words.

  Eh, I need more wine anyway. Gen pushed herself off the couch and shuffled out to the hallway.

  “What’s so damn important—” Gen stopped talking, her mouth hanging open as she observed the pizza guy. Tall and broad shouldered with his dark hair held back in an elegant ponytail. His cashmere coat and tailored slacks made her acutely aware of her own shabby ensemble. Big hands held a vintage black leather satchel. Pretty fracking high-end for a pizza warmer.

  “Gen, this is Franco, your evening’s entertainment.” Gia bounced on her toes like a giddy schoolgirl, a big grin plastered on her elfin face.

  Franco bowed—a courteous old-world gesture that appeared so out of place in Gen’s raggedy apartment. He clasped her hand and brought it to his lips. “The pleasure, I assure you, is all mine.”

  Her heart thumped against her rib cage. Damn, he smelled good, like a combination of a fresh breeze blowing off the ocean and clean mountain air. Firm, masculine lips pulled into a seductive smile, and Gen’s mouth went dry. Her skin tingled where he touched her hand. She wanted to say something savvy, but nothing came to mind.

  The three of them stood awkwardly in the doorway until Gia announced, “Well, I’m gonna scoot.”

  “Scoot?” The word hit Gen like a cattle prod, and she pulled her arm back from Franco’s mesmerizing hold. “Gia, I need to talk to you a second.”

  She pushed her friend down the hallway into her sister’s bedroom. “What the hell is going on? You just got back. I thought we were going to hang out.”