Saved by Venom: 3 (Grabbed)

by Lopez, Lolita

  When he tugged down the front of her hospital gown and bared her breasts, she inhaled a shuddery breath. Her belly clenched as white-hot arcs of desire sizzled through her body. Venom made a hungry sound before sucking her nipple between his lips. She arched into the unexpected and deliciously naughty sensation of his tongue fluttering over the sensitive peak. “Oh!”

  He noisily released her breast and dragged his mouth across her chest. He flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue before suckling her long and hard. “Do you like this?”

  “Yes.” She breathed the word as fire raced through her core. Feeling a bit lightheaded, she wondered if her old sickness was returning. When Venom pinched her nipple she experienced another wave of it and realized that it was all him. He was making her feel that good. “Please don’t stop.”

  His gruff laughter vibrated through her chest. “Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”

  Holding her gaze, he ran his hand along the curve of her hip down to her knee before sliding his hand along her inner thigh. Eyes wide, she clamped her legs together, trapping his hand there. This playful kissing and petting was one thing but she was worried where opening the door to naughtier play might lead. “I don’t think we should—”

  “Hush,” he admonished gently. “When we’re in bed together, I’m in charge. I decide what we should and shouldn’t do.”

  Her eyebrows shot to her hairline. He wanted to be in charge of sex? “I don’t know about that.”

  “I do.” He regarded her carefully. “I realize you’ve only known me for a short time but do you think I would do anything to harm you?”

  “No.” There was no doubt in her mind that Venom would rather suffer excruciating pain than to ever see her harmed.

  “Then what’s so wrong about trusting your mate—your husband—to control this?” When she didn’t answer immediately, he asked, “Are you afraid?”

  Was she? After taking a moment to consider, she answered honestly. “Yes.”

  “Of me?”

  “A little,” she admitted with a nervous swallow. “You’re right. I don’t know you. I think you’re a good, honest man—but I’ve known women who were fooled and hurt. I don’t want to be one of them.”

  “Believe what I show you, Dizzy.” Venom nuzzled their mouths together. “You are the most precious thing in the universe to me. If we were attacked right now I’d lay down my life to save yours.”

  He spoke as if delivering a vow. Peering into his handsome face, Dizzy felt her inhibitions fading. She wanted this. She wanted him.

  Grasping his wrist, she eased the tension from her thighs and let them fall apart. His breath caught in his throat as she slowly moved his hand along her skin. When their hands disappeared under the gown, she whispered, “Show me, Venom.”

  Chapter Seven

  Venom’s heart raced at Dizzy’s whispered invitation. He sensed it had taken a hell of a lot of courage for her to ask him and he wasn’t about to disappoint her. He had meant what he said earlier about claiming his wife in a hospital bed. The infirmary was too busy a place to share something that should be incredibly special for Dizzy.

  But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun tonight. He wanted to ease some of her anxiety and fear of him. What better way to do that than to show Dizzy just how good he could make her feel?

  Her heavy, excited breaths fanned his naked chest as his fingers crept along her thigh. When he touched her panties her grip on his wrist tightened. He dragged his fingers up and down the fabric shielding her sex. Already the thin cotton was soaked. His dick ached to be buried in her wet sheath but he muscled down the primal urges threatening to overwhelm him.

  “Look how wet you are, baby.” He couldn’t wait to get his fingers on her slick heat. When he hooked his finger around the damp fabric and started to tug it away from her body Dizzy clamped her eyes shut. He watched the furiously red blush race across her face.

  Deciding not to call attention to her embarrassment, Venom peppered kisses along the swell of each breast. She had the sweetest tits, not too small or too big, and so incredibly sensitive. He traced a pink bud with his tongue before suckling her. He really wanted to get his mouth on another, even pinker part of her but doubted he could control himself if he allowed himself even the shortest taste.

  “Venom!” She bucked against him and he smiled against her breast. He bit down gently—just enough to make her gasp—before easing his tongue over the area he’d nipped. “Oh.”

  He loved hearing the soft sounds she made and wanted to hear more of them. Gripping her underwear, he jerked them down to her knees. “I hope you didn’t pack too many of these.”

  “A week’s worth. Why?”

  “It was wasted space.” He left her panties there, just above her knees, and cupped her bare pussy. “You won’t be wearing them anymore.”

  Her scandalized expression made him smile. “I have to wear undies!”

  “Says who?” He kissed her before she could come up with an answer. “They’ll only get in the way.”

  “Well…”

  “When I want you I don’t want anything to slow me down.” He dipped his face until their noses were touching and their breaths mingling. Dragging his fingertips up and down her pussy, he said, “I don’t want anything between me and your hot cunt. Understand?”

  She gulped at his brazen command. “Y—yes.”

  Kissing her, he took his time exploring her virgin sex. He traced her labia before parting them ever so gently. When his fingertip tapped her clitoris she sucked in a shaky breath. “Ven—Venom.”

  “That’s it, sugar.” Thrilled by her response, he urged her on while slowly massaging the swollen nub. “Do you like the way this feels?”

  “Yes.” She hissed the word and lifted her hips. The elastic waist of her panties would only stretch so far, so her legs had very little movement. When she tried to lift her hands she realized the hospital gown had been trapped beneath his hip. The taut fabric restrained her in arms in place.

  Ready to set her free, Venom watched her face for any signs of panic but what he saw surprised—and enthralled—him. Her breaths quickened for a few seconds before she dragged a long, steady stream of air into her lungs. He felt her body relax beneath his and witnessed the flush of arousal spread across her skin.

  His rock-hard cock swelled even more at the realization that she enjoyed being controlled in this way. Was she aware of her desire or was this new for her?

  “You like being restrained.” It wasn’t a question. He stated it as simple fact rather than opening the door for argument.

  She licked her pouty lips. “I…I don’t know about that.”

  To prove his point, Venom lifted his hip just enough to allow the gown to slip free. When she tried to wiggle away from him, he grabbed her wrists and dragged them over her head. Pinning them to the pillow, he hooked his leg over hers and used the weight of it to hold her down.

  Almost immediately her eyes took on that hazy smokiness that was so exceedingly rare in the pleasure women who worked the sky ports. The highly paid prostitutes would act out any fantasy for the right price but only a small number of them actually craved true submission. It was one of the reasons he’d stopped visiting them on furloughs. The encounters left him feeling cold and empty.

  But what he felt right now while holding down Dizzy burned him right up. She looked at him with such wonder and desire. Her shuddery breaths betrayed the way restraint aroused her. Even so, she seemed a little uncertain. Was it the guilt of enjoying the way he held her down? Was it the fear of behaving in a way her culture deemed deviant?

  Maybe Dizzy didn’t know what she needed. Maybe she needed him to show her.

  Still gripping her wrists, he used his other hand to further his exploration of her slick heat. She whimpered when he dipped the tip of his middle finger into her molten, wet core. He penetrated her by torturously slow degrees, pushing in until his knuckle was buried inside her.

  Always mi
ndful of hurting her, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort. “Is this okay?”

  Apparently unable to speak, she bit her lip and nodded. He didn’t push any deeper or try to thrust in and out of her just yet. Instead he massaged her clitoris with his thumb. He drew lazy circles around the little pearl while kissing her into submission.

  Gradually Dizzy surrendered to him. Her head rolled side to side as he rubbed her clit and held her in place. “Venom… I…”

  “Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?” He caught her off guard with his question. Wanting to coax an honest answer from her, he thrust his finger up into her and then slowly retreated. “Do you do this to yourself? Is this how you make yourself come?”

  “I…I don’t.”

  He slanted his head to study her. “Honesty, Dizzy. I always want you to be honest with me when we’re together. It’s the only way for us. If we’re going to build something real we have to start on a solid foundation of truth.”

  To her credit, she didn’t avert her gaze even though she was clearly discomfited by his question. “No,” she said finally. “I don’t do that. Not…not inside me.”

  “But you rub your clit,” he guessed.

  She swallowed again. “Yes.”

  “Do you like what I’m doing right now?” He continued to fuck her with one digit while stimulating the bundle of nerves with his thumb.

  “Yes.” She answered him breathlessly. Already her pussy gripped his invading finger. The honeyed wetness dripping from her snug cunt told him she loved what he was doing—but it was nice to hear her admit it.

  “Tell me how you like to touch yourself.”

  Her lips parted in shock at his blunt request. She started to turn her head but he thrust up into her deeper and a little harder. Gasping, she rocked her hips as much as possible in search of more stimulation. Working up the courage to be truthful, she directed, “Faster.”

  He rewarded her bravery with another kiss and by giving her what she wanted. “Like this?”

  “Yes.” Her pussy fluttered around his finger. Side to side, he strummed the little button and pushed her closer and closer to the edge. “Please. Please.”

  Touching his forehead to hers, Venom tightened his grip on her wrists while concentrating his stimulation solely on her swollen clitoris. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she breathed faster and faster while his thumb swirled over the pink nub. Her nipples were hard peaks now and they enticed him with all sorts of erotic possibilities.

  Already he dreamed of fashioning a rope corset that would squeeze and support them. Then he’d clamp her stiff nipples with clips and maybe even attach light weights. How hard would she come when he flicked the weights or tugged on a chain between the clamps? Would she scream his name? Would she beg for more?

  “Venom!” With a strangled cry, Dizzy climaxed. Awed by her beauty, he watched her shatter beneath him. He sensed she was holding back, probably out of fear of being heard, but he didn’t push her for more. Not tonight at least. Once he had her in their quarters he wouldn’t let her hold back anything. He wanted it all from her.

  When her shudders lessened Venom eased off his sensual torment. Dizzy pressed her face against his neck as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. He gently cupped her pussy and loosened his clasp on her small wrists. Still panting, she nestled into him in search of his warmth and his strength. He cradled her in his arms and made sure she received the reassuring affection she needed after her first orgasm with him.

  Was it the first one she had ever shared with a man? The possessive need to be the only man who had ever seen her come undone like that surprised him. Never before had he felt that kind of primitive jealousy.

  Dizzy’s soft hand glided along his biceps to his nape. When she sought a kiss, he met her halfway. Her enthusiasm made his cock pulse even harder. He’d grown so aroused by touching her and watching her come that his dick throbbed almost painfully. Though he wanted nothing more than to stroke himself to completion, he set aside his needs to focus on her.

  But as Dizzy’s hand slid back down his arm to his chest, Venom got the impression she wanted to have her turn at exploring him. Hoping to encourage her confidence with him, he allowed her to touch him however she pleased. Her hands swept over his pecs and down his abdomen a few times before coming very close to the waistband of his shorts.

  There was no way she had missed his massive erection. It tented the front of his shorts. No doubt she had recognized how much larger he was than the human males on her planet. Was she having second thoughts about letting him be her first?

  Their gazes clashed as she curiously caressed his hard length through his shorts. He held his breath when her fingers traced him. Grasping him through the fabric, she mischievously flicked her tongue against his lips. “I want to touch you.”

  “You are touching me.” He growled his response as the tether on his control remained tenuous at best.

  “Without clothes,” she clarified, her voice wavering with nervousness and excitement.

  He pushed down the front of his shorts and released his cock from its fabric prison. Taking her hand, he brought it down to his rigid shaft. “I’m all yours, sugar.”

  Her sweet mouth curved with a playful grin. She nipped at his lower lip and wrapped all ten of her fingers around his thick length. He bit back the curse word that burned the tip of his tongue. Heat speared his belly as she idly stroked him with both hands. Up and down, her curled fingers caressed his hot flesh.

  When one of her hands moved even lower to cup his sac, Venom nearly came. He clamped down on the overpowering urge and managed to hold his climax at bay. Her soft fingers massaged his balls while her other hand continued stroke him from the base to the blunt crown. Pre-cum oozed from the slit there. The copious, glistening fluid slicked her fingers.

  “Am I doing this right?” She sounded so unsure of herself.

  “Hell yes.” He punctuated his gruff reply with thrusts into her stroking, fondling hands. “Tighter. And faster, baby.”

  “Like this?” She followed his orders perfectly but seemed too timid to move her hand as quickly as he wanted.

  “I won’t break.” He wrapped his hand around hers and guided it up and down his shaft at a quicker speed. “You can be rough with me.”

  Hoping to encourage Dizzy’s curiosity and confidence with him, Venom kept her hand trapped beneath his to show her what he liked. The hand cupping his sac massaged him a little harder, just the way he wanted it. He dipped down to claim her sweet mouth, stabbing his tongue between her pliable lips and swallowing her excited whimpers.

  He had never imagined something as simple as a hand job could feel this damn good. It occurred to him that it was the connection between them that amplified every sensation. He realized that in all of his adult life he’d never allowed himself to truly feel anything with a woman.

  Like so many soldiers, his first time had followed his pinning and graduation ceremony at sixteen. Highly skilled women who worked in the pleasure sector were usually brought in to initiate the new graduates as a kind of reward and good luck send-off before they were rushed onto the front lines. There was nothing romantic or gentle about those encounters. It was sex devoid of emotion or intimacy.

  Even later when he had discovered his love of rope bondage he’d simply sought out prostitutes who allowed that kind of thing. Very few of them had actually found any excitement or fulfillment in being tied up in his intricate knots and harnesses. For most of those women it was an added fee to be pocketed and nothing more.

  So he’d erected a wall around himself, refusing to allow emotional entanglements. Before he had sworn off visits to the pleasure sectors at various sky ports, he would get in and out as quickly as possible. There was no softness or intimacy. The most foreplay that occurred happened during the fee and scene negotiations.

  Right now with Dizzy, Venom allowed himself to feel. He allowed himself to indulge his protective instinct and welcomed his growing affectio
n toward her. He eagerly awaited the chance to take this long, erotic journey with her, to discover what made her come the hardest or scream his name in pure ecstasy.

  “You’re so hard.” Her awed whisper sent electric jolts through his chest. His muscles started to tense. Balls tight, he sped up their caressing hands to increase the friction where he needed it most. Her lips touched his neck, planting ticklish kisses on his skin. “Come for me, Venom.”

  Dizzy’s whispered plea flung him right over the edge. Groaning her name, he went rigid as his blazing-hot cum rocketed through his cock. His climax punched the air right out of his lungs. The ropy bursts of seed spilled onto her thigh and belly, drawing a surprised gasp from her.

  As he shuddered against her, Dizzy sought his mouth for a deep kiss. She caressed the back of his head and the knotted muscles between his shoulders as he recovered from his orgasm. He reveled in the tender comfort she offered him. “Thank you.”

  Drawing back so he could peer into her eyes, Venom asked, “For what, sugar?”

  “For being so gentle and easy with me. You could have taken this all the way. You’re so much bigger and stronger than me that you could basically force me to do anything you want—but you haven’t. You kept the promise you made in the forest.”

  “I never break my promises, Dizzy. Especially not to you,” he added before kissing her. “I am bigger and stronger than you but I would never, ever use my size to intimidate or hurt you.” Horrified by the very idea of it, he instructed, “If I ever make you uncomfortable, you need to tell me. I don’t ever want you to be afraid of me.”

  “I’m not afraid of you.” She studied him for a moment. “I’m curious about you. I’m attracted to you. But I’m not afraid of you.”

  “Good.” He relaxed at the knowledge that he’d put her at ease around him. “Wait here.”