No Quarter (Bounty, Book One) (5 page)

“Then make me earn it.”

The cool air kissed the top of Gar’s cock as it finally sprang free from his pants. Before he could stop him, Faolan’s hands were pushing the material down over his hips, exposing him completely. What Gar hadn’t expected was for Faolan’s hand to curl around the base of his cock, the pressure a sweet promise of his impending release.

Looking into the other man’s eyes, Gar was surprised by the depth of desire he saw reflected there. The captain could fuck any man, woman or alien he wanted. But at that moment, every ounce of his passion was directed toward Gar—the effect was damn near blinding. Gar felt like the only man in the universe who could give Faolan what he wanted.

Biting his bottom lip, Gar looked into his new lover’s face. His control threatened to break again. He stiffened, leaning over Faolan to look him in the eye.

“Suck me.”

The captain’s groan told Gar he had the other man where he wanted him. Not wanting to let Faolan get on top, Gar shifted forward but still forced the pirate to slide across the couch in order to wrap his lips around Gar’s swollen shaft.

Pure heaven. The heat from Faolan’s mouth enveloped him as the captain played with Gar’s balls. The contact sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, setting his skin on fire, making it sensitive to the air and heat around him. When Faolan ran his tongue from the base of Gar’s balls to the tip of his cock, he couldn’t help but moan and drive his fingers into Faolan’s soft brown hair.

“Your mouth is wicked,” Gar breathed the words.

He could feel Faolan’s smile around his shaft. Thankfully, the man knew when to stop talking. Running the tip of his tongue around the head of Gar’s cock repeatedly caused him to break out into a sweat. Gar’s breath came out in short gasps until he was sure he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

Finally pulling Faolan’s face away, Gar looked down into those beautiful blue eyes. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed the man hard, driving his tongue into Faolan’s mouth, needing to feel something—any sort of connection. Gods, he was so tired of being alone.

“I’m going to fuck you now, pirate.”

Surprisingly, Faolan shivered, his eyes dipping closed for a second before his smug, sexy look returned.

“Bet I last longer than you.”

Gar pushed him back hard against the couch. “That’s a bet I’ll take.”

Pausing only long enough to strip away his remaining clothing, Gar reveled in the feel of bare flesh on flesh. He pressed every inch of his body against Faolan’s, needing to absorb the other man’s strength and heat into his body. Their cocks, hot and hard, rubbed against each other, the pressure almost too much to take. But Gar wasn’t going to lose.

Reaching between them, he slid his hand over Faolan’s cock, down to press against the tight ring of his ass. Faolan gasped as Gar’s finger penetrated, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he ran his hand up Gar’s arm, over his shoulder and neck, threading his fingers through his hair. The touch almost loving as Faolan caressed his skin. Fuck, Gar was reading too much into a simple embrace. Closing his eyes, he increased the pressure on Faolan’s ass, knowing he’d need to prepare the other man for what he was about to do.

“Right pocket of my pants,” Faolan moaned.

It only took a second to retrieve the small bottle of lubricant. Raising a single eyebrow at him, Gar waited. Faolan chuckled.

“You caught me in the arms of two lovers. What did you expect?”

He had a point.

Squeezing a generous amount of the gel into his palm, Gar gripped his cock, running a hand up and down the length, never once tearing his gaze away from Faolan. Despite the pirate’s reputation of being a voracious lover, the look he gave Gar was nothing short of admiring.

Gar pressed a lubed finger into Faolan’s ass, enjoying the look of pleasure clouding his eyes. When he added a second, then third finger, his lover’s hips bucked and he grabbed at the edges of the couch as if to hold on for dear life.

“It’s been so long…” Faolan started before biting on his lower lip, stopping the words.

“You won’t have to wait much longer.”

With that, Gar removed his fingers and pushed Faolan’s legs wide, positioning himself against the tight opening. The pressure against the tip of his cock forced Gar’s eyes closed so he could enjoy the sensation. Steadily, he pushed forward. Only once he was buried balls-deep and Faolan’s body couldn’t take any more did Gar pause to catch his breath.

“So good,” he muttered.

“I promise, it will be much better if you start to
move
,” Faolan encouraged with a soft bucking of his hips.

“Impatient. I’ll take care of you.”

“You better, hunter.”

Gar wrapped his hand around Faolan’s cock and squeezed hard. “I never go back on a promise.”

Words were lost between them then. Gar began to gently move his hips, driving himself in and out of Faolan’s ass with slow precision, deep enough to graze the other man’s prostate each time. He somehow managed to keep perfect time with his hand as he stroked Faolan’s shaft, squeezing at the base, knowing the pressure would drive the captain close to the edge without pushing him over.

They continued in this manner for several minutes, the sound of their moans, gasps and sweat-covered bodies slapping against each other filling the cabin. Gar couldn’t think, could only feel. Gods, this was what it was like to abandon himself…he
never
did this. Heat and the smell of sex were so strong, but so was the silent promise of something else. Something he had no intention of dwelling on. People like him didn’t deserve those types of considerations.

Faolan’s fingers dug into his hips, pulling him forward. Gar let his body weight drop forward while somehow keeping his hand pistoning over Faolan’s cock. Their chests were close, but he managed to keep them from pressing together. Gar knew he would be lost soon if he didn’t do something quickly. A quick shift of his hips caused the angle to change, ensuring that he was hitting the one spot guaranteed to drive Faolan over the edge.

He felt the other man’s cock swell and pulse in his hand before the pirate’s body stiffened. Faolan cried out as cum shot out of his shaft, his body shaking violently from the release. Only once Gar had milked every ounce of cum from him, did he release the other man’s cock. Gar fell forward, clinging to the other man tightly. The heat of Faolan’s chest penetrated, increasing tenfold when the man’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

“Come for me,” Faolan whispered. “Please.”

That single word was all it took to push Gar over the edge. His balls tightened and he let out a deafening cry, pounding as hard as he could into the masculine body beneath him. The rush of pleasure seemed to last forever as Gar’s body trembled and pulsed.

He was deaf for several minutes. The first sounds he heard upon regaining his hearing were Faolan’s soft murmurs in his ear.

“So amazing, Gar. I’ve never been taken like that before.”

Unable to form a coherent thought, let alone speak, Gar simply buried his face in Faolan’s neck, placing a single chaste kiss in the crook of the other man’s shoulder. Faolan’s skin was warm, tasted of salt and musk. Gar inhaled the scent and for the briefest of moments, he relaxed. Strong arms adjusted around his back, a hand coming to rest lazily against the nape of his neck, teasing the short hair.

“Aren’t you full of surprises, hunter.”

That was all it took to shatter Gar’s fragile sense of peace. Everything came rushing back—why they were here, what Gar’s objective was. Losing himself deep inside a perfect body—the perfect fuck—wasn’t something he could afford to do.

With more regret than he’d ever admit to Faolan, Gar pushed himself onto his forearms to look into the other man’s face, searching his eyes for any sign that this was anything more than a quick lay. While he saw many things, Gar didn’t find the answer he wanted.

“This changes nothing.”

A shocked look tinged with something remotely akin to hurt flashed across Faolan’s face for the briefest of seconds, but then the cocky grin was firmly back in place. “That’s where you’re wrong, pretty boy. It changes everything.”

Gar slipped his soft cock from the warm body beneath him and stood, naked. He let his gaze linger on Faolan for a moment before he bent down and picked up his now-wrinkled suit. For some odd reason, he couldn’t make eye contact with Faolan.

“You can sleep here. I’ll be in the cockpit once I change.”

He had almost reached the corridor entrance when he heard Faolan chuckle.

“What?” Gar asked, knowing he hadn’t been able to contain his annoyance.

“The code for the disk is alpha-4502-wolf. Take me to my ship, hunter.”

“I thought you said it was voice locked?”

“It is. But if you use that code anyone can access the information inside. Always need to have a backup just in case.”

A sudden flash of irritation ripped through Gar, but he knew that was what Faolan had wanted. Memorizing the code and ignoring the arrogant captain, he triggered the bio sensor on his door.

Before leaving, he looked over his shoulder at Faolan. “I believe I won the bet. You better be ready to pay up, pirate.”

Gar turned and disappeared into the hallway.

Chapter Four

Bastard bounty hunter.
Cocky, self-righteous jerk who thought he was better than everyone else around him.

At least he was good in bed. Or on the couch, as it were.

Faolan had recovered enough from his orgasm and the remnants of the erotigen to get up, wipe the cum from his stomach with his shirt and get dressed. Left with only his coat and pants to wear—which admittedly was a good look on him—he seemed to have time to roll the events of the past few hours around in his head.

Gar had disappeared behind the locked second door, only to emerge ten minutes later wearing another pristine suit. The boy had issues for sure.

“Got somewhere I can clean up?”

Gar’s gaze lingered over Faolan’s body just long enough to reveal his continued interest. “I’ll let you use my shower once we put the coordinates to your ship in my navigation computer.”

“That sounds promising.” The teasing came naturally to Faolan, an easy mechanism for keeping people from asking too many questions. No one took him seriously until it was too late. “Maybe I’ll get to be the one doing the fucking next time.”

Gar stiffened, jerked the hem of his waistcoat down and strode past where Faolan stood. “Need to get us moving.”

Faolan chuckled. The boy wasn’t a natural bottom. It was something he would have to work on if they were going to continue to play.

Running his hands through his hair, Faolan sauntered behind Gar into the ship’s cockpit, taking the time to admire the quick flash of the boy’s trousered ass before he slid into the pilot’s seat. It was completely unfair Faolan wouldn’t have a chance at sinking his cock into it—at least not for a while. No, that wouldn’t do at all. It had been a long time since he’d had to work at getting someone into bed, but for once Faolan didn’t mind the challenge. Something about the young man resonated with Faolan, eliciting an attracted curiosity he hadn’t experienced in an extremely long time.

Gar’s hands slid over the control panel, his long fingers dancing easily over the controls. He maneuvered the ship into position for the dimension gate. Faolan leaned over the back of the chair, pressing his nose against Gar’s hair. He still smelled like sex.

“Stop that.” Gar stiffened, pulling away slightly.

“Why?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Is it a rule that I’m not allowed to be close to the man who just fucked me senseless? Because if it is then I think you need to get a new rulebook.”

Gar turned his face enough so that Faolan’s nose brushed against his temple. Heat rose from the hunter and a pleasant tingle wormed its way down Faolan’s neck. Gods, there had to be drugs still in his system for him to be reacting this strongly. He’d have to check with the dealer later to find out if any other surprises had been included in that concoction.

“I…no, it’s not a rule. I just don’t like people hanging over my shoulder.”

Faolan didn’t miss the defensive tone in Gar’s voice. There was something more to it though—an uncertainty undercutting the normally cocksure bounty hunter.

Interesting.

Not wanting to back down, Faolan rubbed his nose against the fine hairs of Gar’s sideburns. The scent of soap mixed with sweat invaded his senses, making his cock twitch.

“Again I ask you why? You know I’m not going to hurt you and we’ve already proved that we are
fantastic
together.”

“Are you always this much of a bastard, Captain?”

Faolan chuckled and placed a kiss against Gar’s cheek before he backed off and fell into the copilot’s chair. “I’m actually behaving. I wouldn’t want you to turn nasty and kick me out the airlock or something.”

Gar stared at him with such intensity, Faolan’s stomach flipped and his heartbeat kicked up several notches. He refused to look away though, knowing the young man would take it as a sign of weakness. Instead he lifted his foot and pressed it against the edge of the computer console in front of him, locking his fingers behind his head.