Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance) (3 page)

“Mmm
,
” she moaned aloud. Her legs fell open as if he was there pushing them apart, fitting himself between her. Her fingers rubbed around her wet lips, soaking her fingers in her own creamy heat before rubbing her clit furiously.
She ached to have another orgasm, one like he gave her—powerful and shattering. She let the images she’d been trying to tamper down for the past several hours unleash in her mind.

 
His hands
all over my body, squeezing my ass cheeks as he worked himself between my thighs.

Her breaths became pants. The hand on her breast plucked at the dusky nipple until it went taut and tender. Oh, how she wanted his mouth on her again.

The look of pure pleasure on his face, mouth parted, eyelids slack, his hips pumping fast.

Mina arched her back and spread her legs further, wishing his cock were once again inside her, bringing her the pleasure she craved.

Oh, and then he came so mouth-wateringly hard. Pushing as deep as he could, fucking me until he finished every last drop of cum inside me.

Mina’s fingers worked faster and faster until all-too-soon, she exploded. Her head pushed hard into the pillows, her hips rocked wildly as hot cream flooded out of her in great undulating waves. She was helpless against the tide of pleasure sweeping through her.

Breathing hard she collapsed against the soft bed. “Oh my, oh my, but what have you done to me, Jeron,” she whispered to the empty room. And only then did she sleep.

Chapter 5

Sometimes all a woman needs to do is show a little leg and the mark comes to you. –Mina “the Mean”

Mina didn’t wake up slowly as typical, but instead was jolted awake with a rush of adrenaline, fear, and something far darker. Something wonderfully male and smelling earthly lay atop her.

Her eyes shot open and were met by a pair of cocky, soulful brown eyes.

“Good morning, little lady,” Jeron said, his breath fanning over her cheeks. The full weight of his body pressed firmly against her, and her legs were practically wrapped around his hips. It was then that Mina felt the hard prodding against her inner thigh.

Yum. Yum.

But he’s dangerous and not to be toyed with. If he managed to escape the “jail” then he was better than she originally gave him credit for. No one had ever escaped the jail. A wave of apprehension hit her. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her. Right? The file didn’t say anything about him being a murderer, but she did tranq him, drag him onto her ship, and lock him up.
She was royally screwed.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” And for the first time he smiled at her...and it was gorgeous. The air froze in her lungs. He could have pushed a knife against her neck at that moment and she’d still be mesmerized by him. His eyes twinkled and broad lips made way for white, neat teeth.

“Well, nice try baby, but no one gets me,” his voice went dark, husky. Her breath resumed only to be caught again in her throat as she felt him press that hard cock into the center of her panty-less thighs. She got embarrassingly wet, quickly. Impossibly, her ache was edgier and stronger than her time with herself last night. A crazy part of her hoped he’d pull down his blasted pants and do to her what they both obviously wanted.

She wasn’t sure if it was the satisfied, carefree smile, or the hardness of his cloth-covered cock pressing into her, or in some not-so-far-off region of her brain—it was just
him,
that made her feel hot, wild, and carefree all at once. Either way she didn’t care. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him with all the pent-up passion she’d been storing since their first encounter the night before. She was helpless to succumb to the temptation, no matter how wrong and royally screwed she was now. She’d missed him, had ached without him, and if she died today then she’d do so with the taste of him on her lips.

Jeron’s eyes widened in surprise, but then his heartfelt groan told her just how much he liked what she was doing with her lips. His lips, soft yet firm, moved ardently over hers, stirring the blood in her body like a witch’s cauldron. The power in the kiss was overwhelming. His seeking tongue made her pussy quiver, her heart stutter, and her soul weep for more.

His hand made a soft fist in her hair and pulled, revealing the pale arch of her neck to his hot mouth. She moaned as his hot lips pressed and licked across her sensitive neck shooting direct lines of pleasure to her breasts and core.

“Are you a bounty hunter, baby,” he asked darkly, his hips finding a rocking rhythm against her. Quickly, she became frustrated at the thin material separating them. The friction of the material was making her wild. She wanted him inside her, easing the fire he started. Her body burned like it had been years since she last came, not a matter of hours. If she didn’t come soon, she’d die, or she’d kill him—whichever.

She was needy and panting like an untamed animal. “Get inside me now,” she commanded. She didn’t know why, but her heart and body craved him. She felt like she was drowning in the middle of the ocean and only Jeron could pull her out.

He pulled back from making delicious licks on her neck. “I’m not so sure about that.” But his voice was harsh and his breathing uneven. She whimpered when his erection stopped its rough movements. She was so close.       

Why did he stop?

Better question, where’s my gun?

If he doesn’t get that cock inside of me soon…

“Tell me who you are,” he commanded.

“Dammit, Jeron. I want you. Please,” she heard the whimper in her voice but didn’t care. Unable to contain herself so close to orgasm, she rubbed her wet pussy frantically across his covered cock. She fought to pull her arms down and tear off his pants, but he wouldn’t allow it. He tightened his hand on her wrists almost painfully in warning.

“Just take out your cock,” she panted, licking her lips. She wanted to see his big cock again, feel it moving roughly inside her. She shivered at the thought.

“I’m only going to ask one more time,” his shoulders stiffened with restraint, his voice was as rough as sandpaper. “Are you a bounty hunter, and what’s your name?” Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust of his cock. Then, unable to control himself he bit down on her earlobe fleetingly. His next words sent ripples of fear and excitement over her body.

“I
hate
hunters.”

Still, she didn’t care if he hated her, or if he killed her, so long as he ended her mad lust. She pushed herself deeper into the pillow and spread her legs further, rubbing her pussy harder, faster against his cock. She wanted to milk every second of her orgasm.

She rocked her hips sensuously until her breaths turned to pants and she heard him groan above her. Her eyes drooped, heavily as warm pleasure. Closing her eyes, she simply savored his hard body. One hand went to her waist, probably to stop her from moving, but instead his fingers curled into her, a dark caress.

Words were hard to form over the thickness in her throat. She somehow managed to say, “One way or another, I’m coming. And it’s just… a matter of being in me or not. Your choice,” she moaned and pumped her hips against that hard cock two more times, enjoying the friction of his pants against her swollen clitoris. An uncontrollable moan began deep in her throat as her hips rubbed faster against his length.

“Oh no you don’t, little darling,” Jeron growled. Quickly, he sat up and shoved his pants down. Mina whined at the loss but watched raptly at the site of his big cock falling out, pointing at her. Her pussy clenched at the reminder of what that cock felt like inside of her.

His cock was tinted with crimson and the mushroom-capped head was smothered with white honey. So this had been just as hard on him. She relished the knowledge, and then closed her gaping mouth at the size of him. He was so much better in the light. It was perfect. Thick with pulsating veins, the mushroomed head a deep, cherry red from his excitement.

I can’t believe that fit in me.
She moaned wanting him to ram that thing home again.

His voice was dark as night. “If you keep looking at my cock like that, then it’s going to be your mouth I fuck instead. Now is that what you want?” He kicked off the legs of his jeans with a curse before ripping his shirt up and over his head.
Well, when you put it like that…

Mina licked her lips until they shined. “I would like that more than you know,” she said wondering when was her voice had grown sexy and low.

Wild, lust-filled eyes met hers, making her heart beat a furious tempo in her chest. Everything in the room faded away except for her and Jeron. Her eyelids fluttered as he bent down over her. She couldn’t wait to feel the hard press of his body against hers once more.

He leaned over her and gently pressed his delicious, hard weight into her. The moment she felt that mushroom-headed cock press against her hot, tender flesh, she rubbed herself against it like a wanton harlot.

“Yah, I know what you need, darling,” he said, and captured her mouth in a devastating kiss. He had more questions for her. He couldn’t believe a damn hunter got him, but for now, his balls were heavy and his cock was a steel pole standing out from his body. He’d get to the bottom of this hunter later…much later.

“Mmm,” she moaned, her thighs forming a vise around his hips. With an agonized groan, he leaned down to pull a tight, pink nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the tip, then sucked it hard into his mouth until she was gasping, arching into him.

“I plan to make good on that mouth fuck,” he promised, his cock nudged her wet entrance. And then his thick cock was pushing into her, squeezing past the tight walls of her pussy. “Mmm, baby,” he growled harshly in her ear.

Jeron fucked her just like she wanted him to, just like he’d been dying to do. His weight pressed wonderfully hard into her, flattening her breasts against the crisp hairs on his chest. One hand reached under her to grip a supple ass cheek. He lifted her into just the right spot and, groaning loudly, slid himself into her with long, purposeful strokes.

Incoherent words fell from her mouth as overwhelming pleasure stormed through her body. The pressure in her pussy grew slowly and powerfully until she was about to erupt. He mumbled back at her as if he understood her perfectly.

“I could fuck your tight little pussy all day, every day, baby,” he said unevenly against her neck. Mina grabbed onto his back, loving the feel of his muscles bulging with each roll of his hips. She didn’t bother sheathing her nails but latched onto him with open abandon. Her hips moved against him and his tunneling cock, seeking fulfillment that only he could give.

It was so good
, she thought.
So close
.

“Suck on me,” she moaned, offering her achy breasts up to him. He didn’t question her order; he obeyed it.. That hot tongue sucked her hardened nipple like it was a tasty morsel.

He let go for a brief moment and said, “Come on, baby. I want to feel that tight little pussy shuddering over my cock.” He pulled the nipple back into his mouth and fucked her faster, harder, driving her to explode. The heavy weight of his balls smacked loudly against her, making her nails dig into the muscles of his back. His thrusts rocked her up on the bed with the movement until her head was near the wall.

Mina screamed, her body going still—suspended in time as the eruption in her body caught up to reality—then she exploded violently around his cock.

“That’s it,” he coached and with eyes closed tight, he fucked her through her orgasm. “I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy.” He slid in and out of her, feeling the tight walls of her quiver and squeeze him, wanting his cum to douse her inner fire—and then he did.

On the last tremor of her fading orgasm, he drove into her and came in hot jetting streams into her womb. He cursed loudly, his hands digging into her hips, pulling her roughly to him as he pumped her full and emptied his tight balls.

Gasping for air, he pulled his softening cock out of her, and collapsed on top of her, with his face finding the sensitive cord of her neck to nuzzle.

As his lips played sweetly against her neck, Mina’s mind whirled to keep up with everything. One big hand played idly over the smooth skin of her hip. In that moment, Mina wanted nothing more than to relax and spend all day in bed with this man.

***

She mentally stiffened.
I am a bounty hunter, and he is my paycheck.
Yet the thought of turning in this man, who so delicately pressed soft, gentle kisses over her neck, made her feel sick. Maybe she just wouldn’t do it. She’d get another mark. But she knew that wouldn’t work. She was broke and had spent the last of her funds on fuel to fly to his planet and get him. She’d be screwed if she didn’t turn him in.

Mina slowly brushed a hand through the short spikes of his hair. She took the time to learn the texture of his hair as it pressed against her soft palm. A sad sigh escaped her; she wondered what it would be like to settle with a man like this. No matter how wonderful and perfect it felt to be held in his arms, she knew that wasn’t possible.