again. He found her clit and she bucked. He grazed it again and she jumped with a cry. The hand still manacled around her wrists gripped harder while his free hand curled around her upper thighs as an anchor. Once he’d secured her, he plied his tongue against her sensitive nub while Megan quivered and the music of her keening joined that of his moist exploration.
The coiling tension inside her built quickly, and she didn’t fight it. Her whole body tightened and then exploded. Her climax tore a loud scream from her, and still he tongued her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Enough,” she gasped. “I can’t take anymore.
He stopped licking her. “We are far from done.” A shudder rocked her channel at the promise in his words. She sensed him moving behind her and heard a rustle of fabric. A moment later, he probed her wet slit with the tip of his cock. Bent over still, Megan couldn’t see him as he slid himself into her, but she could feel it, every delicious, long inch.
Thickly endowed, he stretched the walls of her sex, filling her in a satisfying way she’d never experienced before. He also finally released her hands to place both of his on her hips. Then he moved.
Slow at first, his prick slid in and out of her, the suction of her pussy gripping him tight. But he soon increased his pace, and Megan’s just sated pleasure built back. He guided the rhythm with his steady hands on her hips, drawing her into and from his body with a speed that soon became dizzying. Even more fascinating-and enjoyable- the head of his cock seemed to expand inside her, putting pressure on her sensitive cervix and g-spot. The dual bump and rubs of her erogenous zones sent her spiraling into her second climax.
“Oh, my god!” she screamed as her second orgasm hit her harder than the first. He grunted as the walls of her sex clamped down on him tight, rippling with her bliss. His fingers dug into her soft flesh and his body slammed one last time into hers and held itself rigid. A wet heat enveloped her womb, sending her still shuddering climax into overdrive.
Megan almost cried at the intense pleasure of it. It wrung everything from her in an instant, leaving her boneless. He held her up, though, his strong capable hands scooping her up to carry her to bed where he joined her, spooning her body into his. Cradled in his embrace, and with a smile on her lips, she slipped into sleep.
Tren woke first, his body cradled against Megan’s, and even worse, enjoying it. He didn’t like it one bit. Females were for copulation, nothing more.
And by frukx if Megan didn’t excel at that aspect. Never before had the scent and taste of woman driven him so blind with need. Even stranger, he wanted more.
His lust for her changed nothing, though. Females held no place in his life, not even one that brought forth emotions he’d never experienced previously, even one who owned an ability to make him laugh. And drive him insane.
All the more reason to sell her, and quickly. He didn’t need one barbarian female messing up his existence. Although, he wasn’t averse to enjoying her wares until he did rid himself of her.
Now that sounded like more like his usual callous self. Of course, the way he softly extricated himself from the bed so as to not wake her didn’t, but he explained his gentle escape as necessary so he wouldn’t have to listen to her sooner than necessary. She truly knew how to make a male wish for deafness, yet in exact reverse, he’d greatly enjoyed her cries of pleasure.
He made his way into the ablutions chamber and cleansed himself, trying to forget she slept in the room beyond. He dressed in clean clothing before exiting back into his room. He discovered her sitting cross legged on the bed wearing his shirt, the red dress she’d fallen asleep in nowhere to be seen.
No matter, she looked fetching with her tousled hair-not as attractive as when she spilled out of the crimson gown, but enough to make his prick twitch.
“Yeah, so about what happened,” she said, drawing his attention from the way her breasts clung to the fabric of his shirt. “That was a mistake.” His gaze narrowed. “And it can never happen again.”
“Says whom?” he snapped, suddenly irrationally angry. Never mind the fact he couldn’t wait to get rid of her, it irritated him that she’d said it first.
“Listen, we don’t like each other. Hell, you’re planning on selling me to the highest bidder. As such, I think it best if we abstain from-from…” Her cheeks flushed a becoming color and Tren’s cock grew, along with his ire.
“I agree. Copulating with the merchandise is not sound business practice.” He took savage pleasure in the way her mouth snapped shut and her eyes sparked with anger.
“I hate you.”
For some reason her words set off something in him, and he found himself striding over to the bed. She didn’t move, just watched him with wide eyes.
Hoisting her up, he stared into her face. She rendered him insane with her words. She drove him crazy with her body. She played havoc with his emotions, body and life. But he couldn’t find it in him to kill her or toss her away.
So he kissed her. And when she bit his lower lip, he bit her back.
“You are such a jerk,” she panted against his mouth before proceeding to suck on his lower lip.
“And you are a noisy shrew,” he rejoined as he aided her in wrapping her legs around his waist. The shirt rode up baring her cleft. His cock found the moist entrance to her sex and he thrust into her, enjoying her keening cry as he filled her tight channel. Hands on her buttocks, he bounced her up and down on his shaft, the tight suction of her sex tugging deliciously along his sensitized prick. Burying his face into the soft curve of her neck, he sucked on the creamy skin, taking care to not bite down-even if the urge rode him hard. To fight his irrational compulsion to claim her, he pumped her faster and she responded by raking her nails across his upper back, a savage reaction that made him shout in pleasure. A climax roared through them both, pulsing through their bodies in a blissful wave that made him collapse, almost boneless on the bed, although he took care to cradle her as they fell.
Sated and panting, face to face on the bed, they came to an agreement.
“I really don’t like you,” she began. “But for some reason, my body does. I’m sure it’s only a passing thing.”
“Definitely not permanent,” he agreed. “But so long as we must share quarters-”
“We might as well give our bodies what they want,” she finished.
They sealed their deal with a kiss and another frantic bout of copulation that left them sweaty and hungry. Of course, their eventual shower and meal rejuvenated them enough that at her frosty insistence he should clean the room and not her-because as she said with her hands planted on her hips, “I am not your bloody maid”-meant they got dirty sweaty and hungry all over again.
And thus did their journey-and erotic discovery of each other-last through several galactic units, Tren neglecting to stop at the planets on their path that offered entity auctions. His feeble excuse? He’d fetch a better price elsewhere. The truth? He couldn’t get enough of the barbarian Earthling-and although he wouldn’t admit this aloud or even contemplate it for long in his mind, he didn’t want to let her go.
Chapter Seven
Megan lost count of the times she fucked her purple pirate, she refused to label what they did as lovemaking even if they cuddled afterward most times. She still lied to herself that she hated him, but her body knew the truth even if she still remained unprepared to admit it to herself. And especially never to him.
They tried to avoid each other, him leaving to go off and do whatever he did to run the ship while she watched strange alien videos that taught her nothing other than the fact she knew absolutely nothing at all. But like yin and yang, Ben and Jerry, and every other pair who couldn’t stay apart, they kept finding excuses to see each other.
Their few conversations, more like sparring matches always ended one way-naked and panting. Actually, she did on purpose to goad him into fucking her, but in her defense, he appeared to be doing the same thing.
For some reason, they just couldn’t keep their hands off each other even if they maintained their charade of dislike. Nor could they simply just have sex, they needed to go through a complicated dance involving shouting and manhandling-the physical wresting the part which titillated her most.
