Sarah's Pirate (5 page)

Her world exploded as heat coursed through her and he pushed two fingers into her body. Her pussy muscles grabbed greedily at his hand, sucking his fingers deeper as her anus puckered and pulsed, throbbing with her release. She shook all over as the most powerful climax she had ever felt continued to pound through her. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed as the man responsible kissed her senseless.

As the tremors slowed, Sarah inhaled a ragged breath, exhaustion claiming her as she sagged against his hard body.

“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he said as he kissed her face, her eyes, her mouth. “Thank you, Sarah,” he whispered as he helped to rearrange her clothing. He lifted her heavy breast in his hand, kissed the dark beaded nipple before he pulled the lace back over her, and then grabbed the zipper to do up her jumpsuit.

He pulled her fully clothed body back into his arms as she clung to him, her desire sated but another emotion hitting her hard. She wanted this man. She wanted him in every way a woman could have a man, and now, unexpectedly, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk away afterwards.

* * * *

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s show time. Ready to act like a newlywed?” He held his arms open for her, and Jordan felt a small kernel of tension unravel as she smiled at him and happily walked into his embrace. Despite what had happened just moments before they landed, a very small part of him worried that she was just playing along until she could escape from him. He was a pirate after all, and she only had his word for it that he wasn’t like the rest.

He anchored his arm around her waist as the door to the little ship swung open, painfully aware that his cock was still throbbing and probably evident to anyone who glanced in his direction
. Aww hell
, he thought as he tried to adjust himself yet again. At least the honeymoon ruse seemed plausible.

She lowered her head against his shoulder, the perfect image of a new bride who adored her husband as they entered the customs area and waited for processing. When they got to the top of the line, he grabbed the passports his forger had made before they’d left the ship and pressed the top button of each to turn them on. False passports were hard to come by now that they’d been made with a combination of electronics and biological neural pathways. They were almost living entities except for the fact that a very complex computer program controlled what they did and how they did it. Jordan had been very lucky to find his master forger and had spent a lot of time and money making sure the woman was happy and comfortable.

He smiled again as he thought of G’ntriel. She’d been such a surprise, first with her freakish abilities with machinery and computer code and then how she’d fallen in love with the biggest, ugliest, and most dangerous-looking pirate he’d ever known. But maybe the biggest surprise had been her heart, her ability to make sense of the universe, and somehow always find a way to help those who needed it most. Governments and other organizations meant to help the people had failed miserably for too many decades, and so like him, she’d become a pirate because there had been no other way.

Jordan handed over their passports and concentrated on staying calm, making sure that he breathed normally and tried to look like a man on his honeymoon. The woman in his arms sighed and then melted against him. Her relaxation in this situation almost made him laugh. If he’d known how relaxed she would be after a mind-blowing orgasm, he might’ve considered it sooner.

“How long will you be staying on Heltor?” the bored customs worker asked, clearly uninterested in his answer.

“Just a few days,” he answered, hugging his ‘new bride’ closer.

“And what is the purpose of your visit?”

“We’re on our honeymoon.” Sarah answered for him, her eyes shining as she smiled at him. The woman was amazing. Everything about her screamed glowing new bride. Jordan hugged her closer as pride welled in him at her acting ability. At the same time he wished it was for real, that somehow they were really newlyweds and that they really were here for a honeymoon.

He tried to thrust the unfamiliar longings away. Hell...where had that come from? The whole idea of bringing her with him was so that he could give her a chance to escape—not to make her his wife. He barely controlled the urge to growl in irritation. He was happy with his life, wasn’t he?

The customs worker rattled off a few more questions and then let them through, pointing half-heartedly to an information kiosk when Jordan asked for a recommendation on a good hotel.

When they approached the kiosk, Jordan felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. He glanced around quickly as he tried to look casual but couldn’t find a source for his anxiety. He quickly grabbed a brochure for the nearest hotel and guided Sarah to the exit. He’d feel a lot better once he could get them into a hotel room and he could reassemble his gun. Being unarmed always made him antsy.

* * * *

Sarah had felt him tense as they approached the kiosk, and she’d used her own eyes to try to pinpoint any danger. The only person who seemed at all suspicious had been a woman with a pram that had no baby. It was possible that someone else had the child and she was waiting for their return, but Sarah had been in enough dangerous situations to know that you don’t assume anything and you go with your gut. It’s what had kept her alive so far.

They walked casually, feigning a calm that neither of them seemed to be feeling anymore. Fortunately, the hotel was less than two minutes away by cab, so they climbed into the nearest vehicle and punched their destination into the console. The little yellow vehicle moved almost silently as it pulled into the traffic and took them to the hotel.

Jordan’s arm snaked around her again, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The need to hold her wasn’t all for their audience. At least that's what she told herself. Intellectually she knew the poor man still sported a raging hard-on, despite the danger they were in, so it seemed quite possible he was just horny and attracted to her on a purely physical level. For now, at least, Sarah chose to believe the former.

In the emotional rollercoaster ride of last few hours, she'd begun to reassess her life and had realized she’d suddenly begun to want so much more. She’d thought she was happy before she met Jordan, but now she found herself fantasizing that they really
were
on their honeymoon, her ability to project adoration for this man having nothing to do with her acting abilities. She wanted him, all of him, but she’d take whatever he could give her—even if that was just a quick fuck.

He opened the door to the suite, glanced down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, and then he moved into the room, keeping her close, but angling his body in front of her in case there was any danger awaiting them. He turned to lock the door behind them and dropped a quick kiss on her mouth.

“Stay here while I check that we don’t have any uninvited guests.”

A little miffed that he was treating her like a helpless female, Sarah nonetheless did as she was told. He was being careful and was trying to protect her, and she loved him all the more for it.
What the fuck? Love? Where did that thought come from?
She didn’t love the man—she hadn’t known him long enough to love him—but the whole time she berated herself she was more than aware of the little voice in her head whispering the truth.

“All clear,” he said, walking back into the room. “I need to find one of my contacts on this planet,” he said, settling at the computer console and pressing a few keys. “And then we’ll order some food.”

She nodded in agreement as she wandered over to the lounge and lowered herself to its warm leather surface. She knew it wasn't leather from Earth, probably leather made from another animal from a different planet, but it was warm and comfortable and somehow reminded her of home.

“Okay, now we need to wait for a reply, so I’ll order some food and get the gift shop to send up a change of clothes for us both. Why don’t you get cleaned up while I’m at it?”

“Aaah alright, I’ll be quick,” she said as she headed for the door that seemed to be the bathroom.

“Take your time,” he said, smiling. “They have actual water here, so you might enjoy an old-fashioned shower.”

A little thrill of excitement coursed through her. Showers had been banned on Earth long before she’d been born and everyone used a cleaning system based on sonic technology, but she had visited several planets since and had found a true appreciation for warm water running over her body.

“Okay.” Her smile widened as she headed for the shower.

* * * *

Jordan sat at the computer console, staring at the selection of women’s clothing. He’d never really noticed before just how many choices women had to make. He scrolled through the myriad selections and eventually chose a comfortable outfit for her consisting of a blue shirt and matching jacket. He hovered over the matching pants but changed his mind and ordered a skin-tight pair instead. The woman had a fabulous ass, why hide it under layers of clothing?

He ordered heaps of food, certain that Sarah would be hungry. His cock throbbed as he thought about her standing under a stream of warm water, the liquid running in rivulets over her gorgeous pert nipples just begging to be sucked. He was on the verge of joining her in the bathroom when he heard the water turn off. He stood up, tried not to pace, but failed miserably as he imagined her taut athletic body as she dried with a large towel. He imagined how she’d rub her hair dry as the movement jiggled her luscious breasts.

He groaned aloud at his own thoughts and turned back towards the computer console, intent on finding a distraction. That’s when he saw her. She stood at the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around her, her long auburn hair slicked back as her blue eyes studied him intently.

As he watched, she dropped the towel, exposing her entire gorgeous body to his avid gaze. He groaned again, this time in sensual surrender. He was definitely a goner.

Chapter Five

She’d watched him pace and realized with more than a little feminine pride that he was most likely thinking about her, his hard cock evident in the way he kept adjusting himself inside his pants. When he’d finally seen her, the look of longing on his face had nearly stopped her heart. She’d dropped the towel on pure instinct, pure lust, her need to belong to this man overwhelming.

He stood still as she walked over to him, her hips swaying enticingly with her own arousal. She could already feel her own juices between her legs as her clit began to tingle with the thoughts of what was to come. As she reached him, he held his arms open and she walked into his embrace, sighing contentedly when his arms wrapped around her and pressed her body tight against his. He grabbed her ass and lifted her a little as he ground his rigid cock against her soft heat, even with the barrier of his clothing she was about to explode.

He walked her back onto the lounge and lowered her into a sitting position as he stepped back to remove his clothes. As he lowered the jumpsuit, she could see his thick cock bulging against the stretchy material of his underwear. She slid off the couch, her hand grasping his prick as she fell to her knees. She pulled the material lower as she took him into her hand and raised her mouth to lick the salty pre-cum from the mushroom shaped head. His groan emboldened her and she lowered her head fully over him, took him deep into her mouth, and ran her tongue over the underside, licking the thick vein.

His hands tangled in her hair as he gently guided her and gave her a chance to brace her weight against his thighs as he set the pace.

“Oh, sweetheart, you look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock.” He groaned loudly. “It feels so fantastic. I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

She looked up at him and watched his face as she sucked harder and massaged his balls with one hand. He threw his head back and groaned at the same time that the buzzer on the door sounded.

“That’d be our food,” he said as he tried to gently set her aside. She clamped on harder, sucked him deeper, and relaxed her throat so that she could swallow around his hard cock.

“Baby, if I don’t answer the door,”—he was almost panting—“they’ll let themselves in.” Once again, he tried to pull away from her, but she wrapped her arms tight around his thighs and sucked him with abandon. His masculine scent filled her, and her arousal heightened at the idea of getting caught in such a position.

“Okay,” he said. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He grabbed her head tightly between his hands and pumped into her harder and faster. She braced herself against his thighs again as she relaxed her throat and let him fuck her mouth. She heard the door open but was fairly certain that she couldn’t be seen from this angle. Though judging by Jordan’s movements it wouldn’t be hard to guess.

She felt him swell in her mouth and his thick cock bump the back of her throat one last time before his seed jettisoned onto her tongue and she swallowed greedily. He groaned as she continued to suck him, licking him clean and fondling his balls as she heard the door close again.

Finally, she let him go with a soft pop, licking her lips as he put his arms under her and lifted her against him.

“Time for me to eat,” he said wickedly, placing her onto the table next to the newly delivered food. “And you, sweetheart, are the first course.”

He spread her across the table and lifted her legs over his shoulders as his fingers delved in between her thighs and spread her juices. She was so wet, so ready for him, that she was already on the verge of orgasm, and he’d barely touched her. Large hands pressed her thighs tightly against the tabletop and Sarah had no choice but to submit to his ministrations as his tongue slid into her heat. She tried to buck against him as his mouth found her clit, and she groaned in sensual abandon when he bit it gently.