Authors: Linda Gayle
"I've seen the high games, from a distance. I watched you and...Keeva and the others in the Dome, but how you work the personal end of things—no, I don't know much about that.” Gingerly, she put her hands on his hips. “Will you teach me? You're right. I do need to—"
His mouth came down over hers, swallowing her words and the small squeak of surprise. His lips were firm and hot, sucking; then his tongue quested between them to slip along hers. His kiss was as forward and bold as the man himself, thorough and commanding. The edges of his teeth slid over her lower lip, and she did her best to keep up with him, turning her head, twining her tongue around his, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. He kept his hands away from her newly inked back but cupped her hips and coaxed her against his hard cock.
Sayal let out a murmur of pleasure as he pressed the rigid length right where she wanted it. Her clit already swelled, and a drenching heat swirled through her pussy.
He lifted his head and looked down at her with deceptively drowsy eyes. “Don't ever doubt that I want you, Sayal. But I see how your eyes spark when I mention Keeva.” He shook his head, wiping his thumb across her damp lips. “Jealousy can make us run hot in the games, but it'd be hell to live with outside the Dome. I can't tell you how to feel about me. You'll have to sort that out yourself."
"Is it just business, then?"
"It's a complicated thing, competitive fucking. You're always walking the fine line between financial gain and falling in love."
How easily he tossed out that word. She knew little of it. Even her mother's love had been tempered with discipline, strengthening her for the demands of Sorush. Sayal felt incapable of that human emotion, for hatred and revenge had filled her heart for so long.
She moved away enough that her clit lost contact with his cock. “Have you had many partners?"
Now he widened the space, stepping back. “Let's take care of you first, and then I'll tell you anything you want to know."
He took her by the hand and led her to her sleeping chamber, again as if the place, and she, belonged to him. In fact, he turned to her and said, “How'd you afford this spankin’ cube? Thought you were broke."
"Well, no one was living here..."
He glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. “Stole this too? You little minx."
"The complex was built for humans, but it's become mostly a Quitza district. I noticed the rental notices in the newsfeed and wondered why these units were so cheap.” She lifted a shoulder as they stopped beside the roomy bed. “With my omnikey, it was easy enough to let myself in, and I discovered that as long as I look like I belong here, nobody questions it."
"Clever girl. How's about we start a thievery ring? That way El can get in on the action too. He'd like that."
She bet he would too, though not in the way he implied. Since she'd tapped into the first mate's emotions, her mind had spun with images of her and Kels and Elion together, pale skin against swarthy skin against her own golden bronze tones. Her pussy clenched, still slippery wet, growing even more so as Kels sat her on the bed so her face came level with the ridge in his pants. “I doubt I'd be any good at it,” she said, forcing her gaze upward to his eyes. “It makes me too nervous."
He dropped beside her, his weight sinking the mattress. He was a lean man, all muscle, as she'd discovered when she'd had to shove over his unconscious body back in his cube, but still substantial. “You don't think you'll get the jitters going in front of an audience to fuck, though?"
Her gaze fell to her hands folded in her lap. How much to tell him? “I...I have had to perform in front of others before."
"Yeah?” His gentle fingers tucked her long, loose hair behind her ear. “When? Where?"
Her alien creator's hands had not been gentle like Kels's. They'd been cold, blunt, parting her thighs, probing her, testing her while the others watched, reptile-eyed, from wallvids. She'd been barely more than a girl, wanting to please her master, for the Prime had always been indulgent of her. He'd informed her that her performance was vital to the continuation of his project, that it would please him immensely if she honored him with her body, and oh, how she'd wanted to. Around his impersonal fingers, then his cock, she'd come and come and come...
Sayal shuddered. Kels turned her face to his, his brows drawn with concern. “Easy there. I don't mean to bring up bad memories."
"It's nothing. It...wasn't a very good experience, I'm afraid."
"Were you forced?” His voice was quiet. She sensed restrained anger behind it.
"No. Coerced, perhaps.” She waved it all away with a toss of her hand. “It hardly matters now."
He took her hand and held it. “Listen, Sayal, too many birds get into the games trying to erase some evil done to them by crappy men. It never works out, do you hear me? If that's your story, then I won't be a part of it. I'll be your friend, I'll hold you, I'll even fuck you if you like, but I won't risk putting you up on display, because believe me, that's what the games are all about. I've seen too many chickies shattered that way; guys too. It takes a toll, ‘less you're into voyeurism."
"Are you?” She gazed into his serious, honest eyes.
"Nah, not really. Not that I care who's tuning in to watch me get off, but I tend to block them out—the audience."
He played with her fingers while she asked, “How'd you get into the games? Was Keeva your first?"
"Not hardly.” His grin sprang to life again. She'd puzzled over his ancestry and thought perhaps it was a blend of Old Earth Spanish and Irish. Whatever, he pleased her. “I was just a young buck on my first deep-space freighter when I got into a bit of heat in a bar. Ended up missing my ship-out and got stranded on a shithole space station, worse than this one if you can imagine. A female captain took pity on me and let me fuck my way home.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Now there was a woman who wanted the world's eye on her. Gorgeous lay. Never forget her."
"And after that?” she prompted.
"Well, after that, I worked on a mess of different ships. Got drafted into the Conflicts, bailed as soon as I could. I always found the games to be a ready source of income in hard times. There's always somebody needing a partner, and if not, there's the group games—triads, quartets, pentads, and whatnot."
"Oh.” She felt her eyes had gone wide, and he patted her hand.
"One-on-one's the best,” he assured her. “Or a triad. More than three and it starts getting political. Too many hands in the pot if you know what I mean."
She didn't but nodded anyhow.
"Men can't help being competitive over the women. I've seen some dynamite triads, though. Two guys, one bird; two birds, one lucky fella."
She took a deep breath. “Did you and Keeva...and Elion...ever...?"
He glanced at her sharply. “Ever fuck? Nah. It wouldn't be right. You know, him being my second in command. Besides, he despised poor Keev, and I do prefer the ladies, though a hole's a hole once the lights go down. Do you fancy him, then?"
Her brain whirled with all the images he'd spun for her, so that she could hardly think straight. “I think he's...quite a nice man. And I think he cares for you."
"Yeah, yeah. El and me, we go way back.” He twined his fingers through hers. “Listen, if you want to have a go with him instead of me, it's fine, though I have to warn you, he'd never step foot in the Dome. He's only even watched a few times."
Probably because it pained him to see his captain with another lover, she suspected. She leaned her shoulder against his, craving the warmth, the contact. “I only want you."
"Well. Lucky me, then.” His grin sloped again, and he pressed his lips against her willing ones. She flattened her fingers in his lap and found his growing erection beneath his fastener. Her hand still twined in his, they squeezed it together, and Kels made a low rumble of approval.
"Saints below, you can spin me,” he murmured against her lips.
Kels leaned toward her, then over her, then followed her down onto the mattress. He braced himself on his elbow while his other hand roamed the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist. He loved to kiss, and so did she, as their enthusiastic mating of tongues and lips proved. She tasted sweet and followed his lead, nibbling, licking. He palmed her breast, and her nipple beaded and lengthened as soon as his fingers touched it. Her breathing deepened into needy sighs while he trailed sucking kisses along the side of her throat.
"Is your back all right? I'm not hurting you?” he asked against the pulse in her neck.
"It burns a little, but I can bear it. Please, don't stop, Kels."
If she said it burned a little, then it probably hurt like the seven hells. He couldn't fuck her now, as auspicious a start to their business partnership as that might be. Also, besides hurting her freshly tatted spine, she hadn't been cleared for health, far as he knew, though he'd be tempted to toss caution to the stars for her.
He rubbed his hand over the silky skin of her belly where her shirt had ridden up. Saints, she was a stunner. He'd seen a lot of pretty women in his day, but never had he seen eyes the same green-gold as hers, or such flawless symmetry as made her body a delight to behold. He thought of her brief story, of being coerced to perform. What bugger would force this prize of a girl? He'd like to throttle the ass.
She put her hand over his. “Kels?"
"Sorry, princess. Just thinking on how lovely you are."
She lifted her arms to him, and he sank down against her, not enough to press her sore back into the sheets, but enough so that she'd get used to his size and weight and to just being held by a man who wouldn't hurt her for all the iron in the SenVerse.
He slid his hand under her blouse and found the nipple he'd teased a moment before. While he took her mouth again, he rolled the hard nip between his fingers and smiled to himself when her hips jerked and writhed. He pushed the blouse up so the lush tit lay within reach of his mouth. He worked his wet lips over the tip of her nipple, then circled his tongue around the pebbled areola. Sayal dug her fingers into his hair and turned to press her breast into his mouth, and he obliged by sucking rhythmically, using his teeth lightly on the sensitive tip, then dragging the flat of his tongue around it before giving the other the same loving treatment.
She moaned low in her throat. “Kels... Can we fuck now?"
"Not yet, princess.” He licked her lips before plunging his tongue inside to meet with her anxious one. Already in a froth, she was. He slid his hand down to the fastener on her leather pants and found she'd beat him to it, and the waistline was loose enough for him to navigate his way to her lightly haired pussy.
Heat and moisture drenched his fingers as soon as he couched them between her silky folds. Her clit was an eager little knot against the heel of his palm. While he sucked her tongue, he ground his palm against it and slipped his fingers in and out of her cunt. He thought she'd rocket right off the mattress. Even Keeva didn't get this molten this quick, and the way his cock rubbed inside his pants, she'd have him coming along with her. He hadn't shot his load in his pants since he was a barely tried boy.
Her hot breath blew along his cheek as he nipped at her jaw and slid his way back to her breasts and those exquisite, responsive nipples. He'd lifted his hand from her clit and now sluiced two fingers through her juices, circling her hole, making her wait—making her angry, perhaps, as she gave his hair a sharp tug.
"Easy, luv.” He laughed up at her flushed face.
"Kels, I...I'm burning.” Her eyes were alight with lust and desire.
"Shhh, patience.” And he drew her nipple, hard, against his tongue.
"I can't...I can't..."
He sensed her climax approaching as her inner muscles twitched, her body tensing, her thighs loosening. He lightened the pressure on her tit, rubbed his palm in circles over her clit, and stroked as deeply as he could inside her with two long fingers slightly impeded by the confines of her pants, and she lifted her hips off the mattress, crying and trembling, pushing against his fingers. Her cream dripped between his knuckles, her pussy rippled over them, and his cock tightened. Then, with a bone-deep shudder, his own orgasm rolled over and through him in a ferocious wave.
"Ah, hells...” he ground out hoarsely. He pressed his cheek to her breast while his cock jerked and the pleasure surged through him. A hot wetness spread around the head of his dick. Sayal threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her breast, Kels panting as if he'd fucked her soundly. Saints, if that wasn't one of the best comes he'd ever had. After a moment while he caught his breath, he tipped up his head and they kissed softly.
"Well,” he said, brushing his lips against hers, “I'd say that's a promising debut. I didn't hurt your back, did I?"
"What back?” She laughed, and it was a joy to hear. He still had his hand in her pants, cupping her mound, his fingers soaked in her flow. He rolled his palm over her clit, and she bit her lip.
"Too soon?” he asked.
"Mm. Maybe in a few minutes, we could—"
"Nah, keep it easy, luv.” Drawing his hand reluctantly from the tropic paradise of her puss, he said, “You need to rest, and I need to change my pants. Good thing they're black. I can't tell you the last time a girl made me lose it like you did."
Even with her bronze complexion, he could tell she blushed. He pulled himself alongside her and rolled her against his chest, his arms around her. She curled against him awkwardly. He got the impression she hadn't been cuddled much, but knew all women universally liked it, and to be honest, he'd gotten used to the practice himself. The bedcover hung off the edge of the mattress, and he flipped the excess over her.
"Besides,” he yawned, his bones buttery, his muscles slack, “before we get into it that deep, we have to be vetted by the gamesmaster. Make sure we're both healthy and not likely to drop little Kels and Sayals about the place."
Sayal stiffened slightly. “What does that involve?"