Page 2 of Saving the Space Pirate

She gave a little shrug and a moue with her lips. “There’s something about being alive when I thought I was definitely dead that makes me…” She shrugged again.

“Horny?” Was my tone hopeful? Pathetic?

She nodded. “Is that wrong? Am I turning into a pervert?”

“Do I care?” I grinned. “You’ll be asking me for anal sex in a minute.” Ruby had an irrational fear of anal sex. When we had the time and the place, I intended to help her over her little phobia. But now was not the time.

“Ugh. Don’t spoil the moment.” Leaning in close, she breathed deeply. “You smell so good—all hot and sweaty and sexy.” She pressed against me. “And you feel so hard.” She blew in my ear, nibbled on my lobe. “Come on, Killian, just a quickie.”

How could I deny her? Why would I even want to?

She was right; there was something about surviving a close encounter with death that made me want to prove I was alive. The years I’d worked as a helldiver, when I’d done this day in, day out, I’d always headed for the nearest pussy afterward. Lots of women were willing to take me on. I was a valuable commodity, the best at what I did, which meant extra rations.

I shuffled us back a little so we were out of sight should they send down a drone. No way would heat-seeking equipment find us here—the whole place was hot. Which, while keeping us safe from detection, also meant it would have to be just a quickie. I needed to get Ruby away from the direct heat. I was used to it and had become inured to the effects at an early age. Ruby would not last for long.

But in that moment, I needed her as an affirmation.

Without letting her go, I reached between us and ripped open the fastenings of my pants. A moan tore from her throat as my dick found freedom. I pushed what I could of my clothes out of the way with one hand while balancing her with the other. Then I grabbed her ass with both hands. She was slippery with sweat, and I dug my fingers in, lifting her. My dick homed in on the entrance to her body as I held her steady.

“Ready?”

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Ruby

Oh. My. God.

My body was on fire.

Maybe even literally. I’d never been so hot. Sweat dripped from everywhere. And not only me. Moisture glistened on Killian’s forehead, and on the skin of his naked chest beneath the leather coat.

My pussy burned with need. Hot and swollen, I could feel his long, hard length pressed against me.

A part of my mind niggled that we should be running, putting more distance between us and the soldiers who had chased us from the planet. Or maybe I was just scared. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for the way he made me feel, but that wasn’t going to stop me.

“I’m ready.”

He gave me that cocky grin, the one that made me melt even more, and then he shoved into me hard. All the way. Pain flared when he hit my newly pierced clit. I must have let out a small yelp, because he stopped moving.

“Are you okay?”

Of course I’m okay. Don’t stop.

I’d had an encounter with the piercer from hell earlier that day. Ended up with rings through my nipples and through my clit. It had hurt like crap at the time, but they’d put some accelerated healing cream on. I guessed it was working, because the pain had lessened to a dull ache, though I was more sensitive than I’d ever been.

“Don’t stop. I’m good. Better than good. In fact, I’ll kill you if you stop.”

He grinned again, drew out, and my whole body clenched waiting for the next thrust.

I didn’t have to wait long. He took me at my word and soon was slamming into me, hard and fast. I reached between us, tore the shirt open so I could press my breasts against his chest, slick with sweat. The pleasure was building. I was too hot. I was going to explode, spontaneously combust, burn to a crisp, and I didn’t care.

I bucked my hips, and his grip tightened even further, rubbing me against him, a blend of pain and pleasure until I exploded into flames. I was vaguely aware of Killian pumping inside me. He reached between our bodies, tugged on the clit ring, and I came again, screaming. Then everything went mercifully dark.

When I came to, I was in Killian’s arms, cradled across his chest, and he was striding through an almost dark tunnel. A dim light guided our way, and I realized it came from a small section of his metal arm which glowed like a torch.

He glanced down. “You’re awake.”

“I am.” I wriggled to prove it.

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