Page 3 of Saving the Space Pirate

“Hey, no more of that wriggling. It leads to bad things.”

“Bad?”

“Okay, good things. But right now, we need to get you out of this heat and find you some water.”

“I already feel cooler.”

“We’re heading upward, away from the core of the asteroid. The farther away, the cooler it gets.”

“I could walk,” I said.

“No, you can’t. Your feet are a mess.”

I couldn’t actually feel them, but when I peered down—yup, they were a mess. Bruised and bloody. Now that I’d seen them, they started to throb. “I wish you hadn’t mentioned them.”

“Don’t worry. There’s water up ahead. We’ll clean them up, and then decide what our next move should be.”

My head hurt just thinking about our next move. But probably there wouldn’t be much to talk about. I was guessing our options were pretty limited. I closed my eyes and relaxed against him. I loved being this close, and the smooth movement and the steady thrum of his heart sent me into a light sleep.

As he was lowering me to the sandy ground, I awoke. A strange humming filled my ears. I blinked and found that I was in a large cave, and the sound came from a deep, dark stream that ran through the center, beside me. The air was still warm, but quite pleasant, and a little light filtered from somewhere high above us. Killian had stripped off his leather coat and was in the process of kicking off his boots and peeling off his leather pants to stand naked in front of me, all long and lean and scarred. He stepped into the water; it came up to his waist, hiding the good bits. Reaching across to me, he took hold of my ankles and turned me around so I sat facing the stream, then he urged me a little closer so my feet dangled in the water.

A groan escaped my throat. “That feels so good.” My mouth was parched, and I eyed the water warily. “Can we drink it?”

He turned so he faced upstream from us, cupped some water in his hands, and held it to my mouth. It was warm and tasted slightly metallic, but it quenched my thirst. He got me another handful, and another. Then he dunked down under the water, coming up splashing, combing his long, wet hair out of his face.

It looked so good. I wanted in there, to clean the sweat from my body. I glanced down at my shirt. Well, Killian’s shirt actually. Only one button remained—I’d torn the rest off in my impatience to get skin-on-skin with Killian earlier. I unfastened it, slipped out of the shirt, and tossed it on top of Killian’s clothes. Then I wiggled my toes, decided they could take it, and slipped into the water. I dove under, running my hands through my hair. When I surfaced, Killian reached for me and dragged me into his arms. His mouth came down on mine, and his lips forced mine open, his tongue thrusting inside. One hand cupped my breast, squeezing, sending pleasure jolting through me to settle low down in my belly. His fingers toyed with the nipple ring and he straightened. “Are you okay? Still in pain?”

I shook my head. “The pain is almost gone,” I said. “That must be good stuff they put on. Far more advanced than anything on Earth.”

“You don’t want me to take them out then? We could do it. The water has antiseptic properties.”

I thought about it, glancing down where the silver rings pierced my nipples; they looked pretty and sort of pagan. I shook my breasts a little and Killian followed the movement with hot, hungry eyes. Clenching my thighs together, I could feel the clit ring, but it just made me more aware of my sex. I wanted him again already. “Actually, I quite like them—now that they don’t hurt anymore.”

“I quite like them as well.” He tugged on the nipple ring, and I felt it in my sex. Then he lowered his head, licked first one breast, then the other, playing with the ring with his teeth until I was moaning for more.

I slipped my hand between us, found his cock rock hard, and wrapped my fist around him. I was melting from the inside out, aware of every part of my body in a way I never had been before. Holding on to his shoulder with my free hand, I jumped up, the water making me buoyant. Still gripping his cock, I rubbed it against my clit a couple of times, the feeling indescribably good. I looked up to find Killian watching me through half-closed eyes. Holding his gaze, I placed him at the entrance to my body. He flexed his hips and pushed inside as I looped my legs around his waist. I released his shoulder, lay back, arms above my head, and let the water hold me up. My breasts looked amazing. Killian must have thought so as well, since he covered them with his hands, massaging them, sending pleasure pulsing through me.

Still lodged deep inside me, he used one hand to part the folds of my sex. “So pretty,” he murmured. His metal hand trailed down over my belly, across my bare mound. He flicked the clit ring and my inner muscles tightened, everything tingling with anticipation. He took the ring between metal fingers, pulling gently, and a pulse throbbed between my thighs. He played with me, tugging on the little jewel, while he pulled slowly out, and then pushed back inside. Unlike our earlier frenetic lovemaking, this was slow, controlled, beautiful and deep. Tears pricked my eyes. I’d never felt like this before, as if he held my whole life in his hands, as if my whole future was tied to him.

I relaxed, closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure roll over me, and still he didn’t stop. Finally, he leaned across, gathered me in his arms, held me close against him as he released his control and we came together, the warm water lapping about our bodies.

Perfection.

In that moment, I could have died happy.

Okay, that’s a total lie.

Actually, in that moment, I wanted to live more than I ever had in my entire life. More than ever, I wanted the chance to explore the universe. With Killian at my side. He’d promised to teach me to fly.

He carried me through the water and set me down on the bank. Then pulled himself out and glanced around, found his coat and laid it on the sand by a big boulder. He picked me up and settled us both down, him leaning against the rock, me between his thighs, resting back against his chest, listening to his heart.

Soon we’d have to decide what we were going to do next. We were stuck on an asteroid. Somehow, we would have to find a way off. And we’d need food and clothes and… But I wasn’t quite ready to think about all that serious stuff yet. I was still in the euphoric I’m-alive phase, not to mention the blissful, post-coital, I’ve-just-had-the-best-sex-ever-with-a-gorgeous-man phase.

And I wanted to know everything about him. The outside world could wait a little while longer. “Tell me about yourself.”

He jumped as though he’d been drifting off to sleep. Aw—he’d had a rough day.

“What about myself?”

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