Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance) (5 page)

“Oh, how I love your ass. I think you have the best ass in the entire Federation.” Still angry at him for besting her, for tying her naked—hell, her list was growing, his words still made her feel beautiful. “Maybe I’ll fuck it for you if you’re a good little whore for me. Would you like that?”

Her eyes widened in surprise…and unease. His eyes twinkled in mischief. “You’ve never had that, have you? Well, only if you’re a good whore, Mina.” Grabbing her neck, he gave her a long, heart-stealing kiss that left her dizzy. “Not now though. Now I’ll feed you.”

It took her a few tries, but finally she managed to get words out. “How did you get out?” Mina prided herself on never letting a mark get the best of her, but she supposed it had to happen to everyone. A lock of hair fell over her eye and she blew incessantly at it until it finally moved off her face.

She watched him quietly as he moved around her small ship’s galley gathering ingredients. Her stomach growled at the delicious smells and he laughed, the sound doing funny things to her belly and heart.

After pouring some golden juice into glasses he answered, “You left my shoes on.” He shrugged and smeared jelly on some bread.

“And that’s supposed to mean what to me?” she said bitterly, though she already knew the answer. He turned around to face her and pointed a wooden spoon coated in cooked eggs at her. She wanted to laugh, but chose to glare at him instead. Maybe she shouldn’t be too mad at him, she thought looking at the spoon. He was a pirate, a space thief, but he wasn’t
bad.
The thought quickly fled though when she remembered that she was tied naked to a chair in her own kitchen.

Brandishing the egg-covered spoon like a weapon he said, “You, my little bounty hunter, left my shoes on and in those shoes is my emergency kit.” He turned back to making breakfast; the smell of sausage wafted thickly through the air, making her stomach feel emptier than it’s ever been. “In those boots are compartments, very hard to find. I have a mini-lockpick, two spare knives, and a roll of money. I used the knife and lockpick to break out.”

“Perfect for getting away. But how did you get past my digital alarm,” she replied.

“I’m great at hacking. Didn’t you read that in my file?”

Yes, she did. Dammit. But she didn’t anticipate him getting past her initial locks.

She twisted her hands but the knot was tight. Secretly, she admired his cleverness. Damn! Why did he have to be so likeable? If he was a killer, it’d make her job so much easier. From now on, she’d make sure to remove her mark’s shoes. She ground her teeth at the thought that his shoes were the demise of her mission. Pathetic.

Jeron stretched his arms behind him, big muscles bulging and tightening. He had the look of an overindulged and very content cat on his face. Mina wondered if he looked like that after a good blowjob—no, no can’t think like that.

“We’re going to take a little trip,” he said standing. “I’d love to tell you more darling but I’m sure you understand why I can’t.” He winked at her and Mina wanted to slap him. “You’re riding with me from here on out.” He moved to leave the kitchen, and she panicked.

“Jeron, where are you going?”

“To pilot the ship, of course.” His cocky look made her hands clasp into tight fists. “Don’t worry, Mina,” he said with suddenly hot eyes that roamed over her naked body. “I’m coming right back after changing the coordinates. When I get back, by the way, I’m going to fuck that hot mouth of yours.”

He said the words so nonchalantly that at first she didn’t register what he said. When she did her pussy flooded with familiar heat.
All that hot cock in her mouth, pushing, filling, and exploding down her throat?
Mina nearly moaned at the thought. He left and she shook her head to clear it.  

She would not give him her body until he released her. She repeated the mantra until he came back, and then she forgot all about it.

Chapter 8

“How was a man supposed to think when the sexiest woman in the universe was tied up naked in the next room?” –Jeron

Jeron sauntered to stand before her. Mina tried to avoid the obvious man in front of her face, but finally just gave up.

Her eyes fell to the obvious bulge in his jeans, and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning. “Where are we going?” she managed to ask over her dry throat.

His hands moved and she tensed. But he only reached to grab the hem of his shirt, which he slowly pulled up and off.

“Back to my ship.”

“What?” It made sense, she realized, but that still didn’t stop her from grinding her jaw. The words failure rang through her head clearly.

 He moved closer to her posed body, giving Mina a close up of all that tan skin. Mina couldn’t believe his body. It was beautifully sculpted with muscle, tight skin, and dark hair. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the sight, and her traitorous nipples hardened. His pecks were defined like a Greek statue, and dark hair trickled down to packs of hard muscle before disappearing under the buttons of his flight pants. Mina squirmed in her seat, her pussy growing wet.

Big hands heavily palmed her breasts. Lifting her chin she said, “You have no right to touch me like this.”

His eyes grew serious—something she didn’t expect. “I have every right, Mina. You came into my world, not the other way around. Besides, if I recall your words correctly, and I do, you’re mine.”

“You know I only said that because you made me.” She all but growled the words at him, stabbing him with a glare.

“Maybe, but I didn’t make you say it like you meant it, like you wanted it to be true.” His hands returned to tormenting her breasts. He lifted, pushed, and pulled the heavy weight of her breasts until she was panting for more. When he finally released her breasts, she was already trying to get closer to him, struggling to recall what they were talking about. Through the haze of sex and pleasure clouding her, she remembered. Jeron thought she meant it. Did she?

A small, hopeful part of her wished it was so, wished she could really be his. She hated her lonely days, always alone when she went home; always empty when she got there. Everything was changing so quickly. She didn’t know what to think anymore.

“If I told you I wanted you in my life, what would you think of that?” He asked the question innocently, stuttering her heart and freeze the air in her lungs in the process. He looked so casual, but then she looked harder and some the tightness around his eyes, the slight frown at his lips, and stiffness of his shoulders. He actually cared what she thought. She marveled at the thought, excitement fluttering through her.

Instead of answering him, she shot him a hot look. “Why don’t you untie me, Jeron. I-,” she faltered, a blush stealing over her cheeks, “I need you.” Those words were harder than any she’d ever spoken. He answered with a slow shake of the head and a dark, hooded look.

“I found this in the cockpit, figured it’d be useful.” From his pocket he withdrew a thin hair tie. Stepping around her, he gently gathered her long, dark mane out of her face and into the tie. “Much better,” he said with approval.

Forgetting her anger with him, she did what her heart wanted and gave in. “Please, just untie me. This can be mutual.” She heard the whimper in her voice but didn’t care. The sight of his bare chest and the enormous bulge of his cock made her yearn to be spread open and pounded.

“Not now, Mina,” he said harshly. It was the first time she’d ever heard him so fierce, and it made her tremble with trepidation. “I told you what I’m going to do next.” He stood straight before her, his groin the perfect level of her mouth. “You’re going to do exactly what you’re supposed to do,
whore
.”

The way he spoke to her shouldn’t make her burn with arousal, but it did. Tan hands went to the first button of his flight pants and flipped it open. Mina’s eyes were entranced at his striptease. She wanted him to just take her now. She was wet, open, and ready. Instead, she kept her mouth shut like he told her to and waited as endless moments passed and more and more skin was revealed.

Tan, hard skin, and then, a thick long cock sprang forward. She moaned aloud at the sight of it making him groan. He came closer to her, one strong hand faithfully grasping the ponytail he made. His cock was perfect—heavy and reddened with arousal. The mushroom-headed tip was a dark strawberry red that faded to peach at his heavy sac. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Holding her head still, he brought his bobbing cock to her softly parted lips. Mina resisted the urge to lick him, to taste the hot essence that was only him.
Let
him
suffer, she thought. However, it didn’t take long for her to learn that she wasn’t in control of the situation.

“I’ll have your mouth now, Mina,” he said, nudging her lips. The smell of him was rich and heady like a dark wine. With a sigh, she gave in completely. Her pussy begged for relief and her only chance of getting that was through Jeron. She’d admit, too, that sucking on such a beautiful cock could hardly be called a chore. With a throaty sigh, she opened her mouth and proceeded to give him an experience he would remember for years to come.

Lips parted, she licked that dark mushroom head and moaned at the hot, male taste—Jeron’s taste. Her hands, bound to the chair, clenched and opened, yearning to cradle his heavy sac. Her pussy quivered and spilled warm cream onto the chair.

She opened her mouth wide…then wider to encompass his thickness. After long moments, Jeron’s gasps deepened to groans, his ass clenched and his stomach flexed hard.

“I’m going to fuck your hot mouth, baby. You ready for that?” His hand tightened in her hair while his other found a large breast to palm. She flicked her tongue over the leaking tip and watched his eyes roll back into his head. “Oh, fuck.” As she suckled his cock, she found that she wanted please him, very much so.

Opening her mouth further, she pushed her lips down his cock, stopping only when she felt him at the back of her throat. His hand in her hair allowed her the small movement, his groans were appreciative. She swirled her tongue against his silky hard cock and sucked hard as she pulled her head back. Then she fell into a gliding rhythm with the help of his thrusts and hand. She sucked hard, licked with the flat part of her tongue, and moaned over his cock.

“I can’t take much more,” he said harshly, the hand at her breast tugging on her hard nipple. In response she moaned around the full cock in her mouth, vibrating the fullness.

“Mmmf…,” she mumbled.

“You feel…so fucking good. Hot, smooth, and so fucking wet. Just like your pussy,” he said, taking control again of the thrusts. Slower at first he slid deep down her throat until he felt it tighten against his head, then he retreated only to return. His hips began rocking, finding a quick, smooth rhythm.

Mina closed her eyes briefly and simply enjoyed the taste of his cock. She moaned and squirmed in her seat, as she tasted short spurts of precum. She wanted to feel his salty essence pouring down her throat so badly she sucked harder, until her cheeks burned in pain.

“Yeeesss,” he growled harshly, his head falling forward.
She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen
. His hooded eyes were glossy, dazed as they watched his cock tunneling in and out, in and out of her spread lips. Faster he slid, her cheeks hollowed and she moaned.

That was his undoing.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he said. Mina could barely hear his words over the roar blood in her body and the pounding of her heart.

Both hands went to her head and held her still as fucked her mouth. She didn’t mind the dominating gesture. She wanted to feel his pleasure as much as he did.

He tunneled into her like he wanted to down below. The thought was so hot that his cock grew impossibly larger in her mouth. She licked faster, sucked harder. Her pussy wept below her, aching for attention.

His heavy sac bounced close to her face, and Mina closed her eyes, wishing she could squeeze and suck the delectable pair.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His lust was like a caged beast inside of him tearing at the walls to escape. The hands on her head tightened and he thrust deep one last time.

His shout was hoarse and filled the room as he exploded in bursts of hot, white cream down her throat. Mina took it all, swallowing his male essence as tears breached her eyes. His cum tasted like pure man: heady, thick, and delicious.

She moaned again when his cock went soft in her mouth. He pulled out achingly slow, giving her enough time to clean his length. Sweat had broken out over his body and his legs shook with the effort to stand up right.

I did that, she thought proudly.

“Good girl, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse and scratchy. “Damn good.” In a few quick moves he untied her, then positioned her over the galley’s sink. Looking behind her, she watched as his eyes roamed over her body. His eyes darkened to black with a look of pure
mine.

Rough hands rubbed a path over her waist and hips adjusting her to the perfect height for fucking, and she wanted it bad. Moaning passionately, wanting desperately to feel the cock that just exploded in her mouth explode in her, she wantonly pushed her ass at him.

“Spread your legs,” he said darkly. She felt a nudge against her cheek and realized he was raging hard again. She wanted to cry in pleasure. She did as she was told and was rewarded when big hands, fighter’s hands, rubbed up and down her back, over the rounded globes of her ass, and down to squeeze her firm thighs.