No Mercy (9 page)

Z
an's mouth went dry. The offer had come out before he'd really thought it through. He figured she would want him to use it on her cunt while he licked her clit or maybe as a prop to fuck her ass. He never expected that she'd actually want to fuck
him
with it.

Well, maybe he did, just a little. That same wild part of him that had braved the elements and stolen the vehicle to come to her rescue like a lovesick fool, that part had grabbed for the phallus hoping she'd take the helm.

“That's—” He cleared his throat when his voice cracked. “I'm not—”

Gia drummed her fingers on her bare thigh. “You said lady's choice. Are you reneging?”

His brain searched for a way out, and he blurted out the first thing to come to mind. “It's considered a weakness to my people to have someone else mount us.”

She actually snorted. “And women are considered property to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Your people have some backward ideas, Zan. So do some of mine, but I'm not letting them write my flight plan. I thought you played by your own rules.” Her nails scraped down his shoulder in a light caress.

He shut his eyes, tried to think of another reason, something that Gia would accept. The borrowed pants he'd thrown on after his shower barely contained his erection. Of course she noticed, her hands skimming over the material, teasing him.

“I promise we'll stop if you don't like something I do. But I think you will. A part of you is definitely interested, right?”

She knew him too well. Her small hand wrapped around him, and he couldn't deny it.

“Has anyone ever touched you there before?”

Nodding, he didn't elaborate.

“I figured that. A century is a long time to live without a little experimentation. Especially considering your handicap.”

“Handicap?” he growled.

Mirth danced on her face, the wicked little imp. “The magical memory spooge. It's forced you to be a little more inventive in getting off. Which I find incredibly arousing.”

He sucked in a deep breath, unable to believe he was considering letting her have her way with him here on Hosta. If word got out that Zan actually
enjoyed
being mounted like a woman, his reputation would be worthless.

Gia worked the fastening of his pants free, releasing his aching cock. Her head dipped down and she licked the tip, swirling the precum that had gathered there. It took everything he had not to thrust up into her mouth, force her to take all of him. Her fresh womanly scent stirred him, and he ran his hands over her back while her mouth wreaked havoc on his control.

Her tongue traced over the thick vein pumping blood into his dick at the speed of light. He brushed her hair aside so he could watch her savor him slowly, like his cock was her favorite treat. The woman was incredibly sensual, and the scent of her musky arousal made him groan, “I want to lick you too.”

She stopped her delicious torment and smiled up at him. Moving to the center of the bed, she spread her legs wide, even used one hand to separate her pussy lips for him. The glistening female flesh drew him like a magnet. He wanted to bury his face in there and never come up for air.

Gia stopped him when he would have just fallen on her like a ravening beast. “Let me finish what I was doing.”

It took a little finagling, but finally he straddled her face and was able to take his first lick of her sweet cunt. The hand that held her open moved down, dipping to her feminine core, then turned to him. Sucking her fingers into his mouth, he gasped when her tongue duplicated the pattern on the head of his cock that he made on her fingertips. He took them deeper, twirling his tongue over the digits, and hers mimicked the maneuver on his cock.

Zan had never been so aroused in his life. Playing the erotic game with Gia made him forget what they were planning to do, forget everything but the woman beneath him with the hot little mouth wrapped around his erection. She was so free with her sexuality, so accepting, so giving of herself. She took his breath away. He moved her wet fingers back to her well, guided them in deep, then back to his mouth. This time he sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks and moving them in and out from between his lips. The pressure on his cock increased as she copied him, taking his shaft deep into her throat and sucking him hard.

He took her digits out and murmured, “I'm not gonna last long if you keep that up.”

Her hand fisted around his cock and she nuzzled his balls. “We can't have that.”

“Gia,” he panted as she cupped the twin weights, flicking her tongue over the sensitive skin.

“Lick me, Zan. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

“Show me where.” Urging her fingers back to her sex, he waited. Spreading herself wider, her fingers went to the hardened nub at the top of her sex. He pushed her hand aside and fastened his lips over it, tonguing the little bundle of nerves. She arched beneath him, but couldn't go too far with his weight pinning her in place.

He scaled back his assault and followed her digits across the delicate folds to her feminine opening. Taut nipples stabbed into his lower belly, and she was back to teasing his cock and balls with her soft touches and sweet licks. Their play went beyond the frantic need to achieve orgasm. Zan had never enjoyed a sex partner this way before. He delighted in her breathy moan when he stabbed his tongue into her swollen pussy. Her lube spilled out, feminine muscles squeezing, and he pressed in farther, his chin against her clit, enjoying her ungoverned response.

She came hard and fast, nails digging into his arms, and he wanted to roar with triumph as her honey flowed more freely. He'd done that to her, made her respond so sweetly. It was his right to enjoy it.

Just as he was about to swing around and impale himself balls deep in her wet sheath, her tongue worked up behind his sac. He froze when she nibbled on his perineum, and her hands slid down his back to cup his ass cheeks, spread them wider. Zan held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. No way would she do what he thought she was going to do.

What he wanted her to do.

Instead she teased him mercilessly. Long soft strokes of her tongue on the sensitive skin right up to his opening, then swerving upward. His chest ached from the lack of air as she worked her way back down, wetting the area all around, toying with him.

“I've killed men for less,” he ground out as she made another pass. Her soft laughter made him aware that her position resulted in his cock nestled between her breasts. “Gods of Heaven and Hell, woman—”

The first flick of her tongue on his puckered ring almost sent him over the edge. Air exploded from his lungs at the wet caress. She circled and swept, lubing up his ass, and he forgot everything but the glorious sensation of her mouth and the forbidden dance on his dark center. The sensation, though small, was unbelievably erotic, her tongue urging him to open, to let her in. He'd never had a woman perform this act on him before, not even a paid whore.

A century of living and he'd never met another like her. She fucked like a man, enjoying sex for all its possibilities, pushing boundaries and reveling in taboo. Zan threw his head back when her tongue penetrated him like a small cock, lubing him up even more, invading him. Then something firmer, harder, breeched his opening, and he nearly went through the roof.

“Gia,”
he rasped, rocking his hips as she fucked into him with two of her slender fingers. The penetration was rough—she hadn't used any artificial lube—but the bite of pain only increased his pleasure with each stroke. Spots danced before his eyes but he struggled, unwilling to give her the upper hand so easily. Using three fingers he plunged into her feminine core, masturbating her for all he was worth.

His hips rocked, backed into her touch, then forward so his cock skimmed along the valley between her breasts. Her other arm cradled both of her breasts, making the cleavage deeper, more of a tunnel for him to thrust between. Her cunt clenched his hand hard, slick with honey, squeezing to keep him in her even as her fingers found that spot just inside and applied a steady pressure.

Too much. Like a flood in the desert of his parched soul. He swore a string of curses in a host of languages from across the cosmos, then spat out,
“I'm going to come!”

 

“Not so fast.” Gia gripped his shaft in a viselike hold. “We're not done yet.”

Zan threw back his head and roared, his hips jerking frantically, trying to dislodge her hand and spill his seed. Her heart thundered at the primitive sound born from unspent lust. Not out of fear—though she knew her space pirate would exact revenge on her for her sexual torment—but out of desire. He embodied everything a man should be, let her take liberties with his body because he knew she needed to feel in control.

Ironically she'd never been less in command in her life. Gia had done things to him she reserved for only a few of her favorite lovers, and Zan had quickly climbed to the top of that list. He was a magnificent bastard, and pleasuring him brought her almost as much enjoyment as having him fulfill her. On the surface he was everything she thought she despised.

The impending release receded, his seed descending back down his shaft. Removing her fingers from his clenching opening, she loosened her grip on his cock, though she continued to stroke him slowly, even rubbed her breasts against that thick club of flesh. His ragged breathing calmed and he turned his head, golden eyes glittered hot and primal. Whatever thin veneer of civility had been a part of him before was now gone, he personified raw instinct.

Gia shivered. Oh, yes, he'd exact retribution on her.

She couldn't wait.

“You okay?”

He didn't say anything, and she realized he was waiting. Maybe she'd pushed him too far and he really didn't want to go through with it. She couldn't afford to alienate her only ally, no matter how much she wanted to slip into that little harness and ride him into the sunset.

“Zan? Do you want to stop?”

Slowly, he shook his head.

Scooting out from under him she kept him in the corner of her eye as she moved to the bathroom. After selecting one of the oils that didn't smell too flowery, she moved back slowly. Though his position might look submissive, there was nothing about him that fit that description. Her lover allowed her to touch him, trusted her to pleasure his body, to make him come like the universe was about to collapse in on itself.

She wouldn't let him down.

“Relax for me,” she murmured as she rubbed the oil between her palms. He watched her warily, so she started with the corded muscles at his shoulders, massaging gently until he closed his eyes and his elbows unlocked.

“That's it,” Gia reassured him as he gave over to her. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Not as good as fucking your tits while you massaged my prostate,” he grumbled.

Hearing his voice, the blunt statement that was just so Zan, erased her worries for him. Biting her lip to hide a smile she worked her way down to the cut muscles of his back. “I got a little ahead of myself. You're just that damn sexy.”

He actually grinned at that, his head lolling down. “Thank you.”

She worked in silence for a time, oiling his gorgeous body, skipping his erogenous zones for the time being, doing her best to help him relax, and appreciating the exquisite masculinity of every hallow, every corded muscle. Powerfully built for strength and stamina, Zan was perfection from the roots of his dark hair to the bottoms of his big feet.

“Were you always so tasty, or is that a side benefit of the Infinity Pool?”

A warm chuckle escaped, then turned into a groan as she squeezed his calves. “It ain't
that
magic, babe.”

“One would think a century would be long enough to figure out that
ain't
isn't a word.”

“Sure it is. People say it, so it's a word.”

She mock-shuddered. “You're hopeless.”

He caught her hand as she went to massage his arm and brought it to his lips. “Maybe not entirely hopeless.”

Losing herself in his gaze she swayed on her feet, heart thundering against her rib cage. Damn, he was doing it again, making her feel so deeply she wasn't sure where it came from. His thumb lightly traced over the skin between her thumb and forefinger, such a gentle caress, so insignificant to what they'd been doing only moments earlier. Yet somehow it was more.

Sucking in a quick breath she snatched her hand back and turned to retrieve the harness. Stepping into it, she tightened it around her waist, then oiled the artificial cock.

“How do I look?” she asked him, striking a profile, gripping the fake phallus pornographically.

“So long as you ain't bigger than me.” His words were light, but his gaze was hot as he took her in. Yeah, he liked her rocking the strap on. Then his brow darkened. “You gonna let me come this time? That was downright unpleasant.”

Climbing on the bed behind him, Gia ran her hands along his backside, squeezing and spreading him open. “We'll just have to see how it goes.”

“You are hell's own angel sent here to torment me.”

She smacked his ass lightly. “Aw, now you've gone and hurt my feelings,” she purred.

He arched back into her. “Just do it already, I'm dying here.”

“Do it?”

“Me. For fuck's sake, Gia, do me.”

She grinned as she pressed forward until the tip of her faux cock pressed against his anus. “All you had to do was ask.”

She squirted more lube at the point of connection, and he jerked in surprise. She worked the toy around in the slippery mess until his hole opened and she could press inward. He sucked in air quickly and she paused, waiting for his go ahead.