Capturing Jeron (futuristic/ sci-fi erotic romance) (6 page)

“Please,” she begged. It was hard to find words when all her baser instincts were floating on the surface. She was certain in that moment that she would have fucked the next man with a working cock—anyone to assuage the ache inside her. Her body was burning alive, her pussy an ocean of sensitive flesh. Her heart would not cease its pounding tempo.

Hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them just hard enough to make her clit throb in agony. He played with her tender flesh until she was burning inside. Soft touches over heated skin, hot kisses over creamy flesh, and hard prods against her honeyed lips. Only after she cried out his name, a hoarse plea, did he give her starving body what it needed.

Jeron’s thick cock nudged the slippery lips of her pussy. Mina tried to move her hips to find any friction that would send her over into oblivion, but he wouldn’t let her. Her body felt like a taut bowstring ready to snap apart at the barest of touches. His hands firmly kept her hips down, in place. She gave in, claimed submissive to him, and flattened herself over the sink, her breasts pressing into the cold metal.

A push and she felt his cock start to climb in. Why the hell was he going so slowly when she needed a hard fucking?

 “You’re
mine
,” he said hoarsely. Then he filled her in one perfect plunge. Hips pressed into cheeks and balls slapped against pussy. His cock spread her wide, pushed up to her womb, and moved with animal power.

His long thrusts knocked deep inside her, stirring her fiery passion like fuel on a fire. Their harsh, uneven breaths and moans mingled together in a sexual dance. However lost she was in the sexual haze, he was right there with her.

“Ooooh,” she moaned loudly, pushing back at him, taking him as deep as she could. The sound of his balls slapping her wet pussy, tingled, made her orgasm rise to the surface. Noises came out of her mouth, noises she’d never made before. She couldn’t stop them, didn’t even try to. The pressure was building too high, too fast.

“Jeron,” she cried out, gasping for air. He never let up on his thrusts, never relented.

“Tell me how it feels.” A strong hand pulled back to swat at the smooth, rounded cheek of her ass making her squeal in return. She gasped at the stinging sensation.

What did he have to ask that?

She couldn’t think, could only feel the fullness inside her. Stuffing her full.

“Tell. Me.” His voice grew dark with fierce possession and arousal. This time two more swats reddened her ass cheeks. As if in answer, her pussy clenched over his cock. Hooded dark eyes watched the skin redden with hot ecstasy.  

She couldn’t take anymore; she was going to cum harder than she ever had. Her inner walls quivered and twitched, her hips rocked eagerly back and forth. Then she remembered that he asked her a question. It was hard to wrap her mind around it, to talk and form a thought when he was inside her.

“It feels so full, so big,” she gasped finally unsure how she managed to say any words when she was so close to oblivion.

“More,” he grunted. She literally howled when he worked his cock faster into her, pushing her right where she wanted to go. He was rough and frantic—and she loved every single second of it.

“Feels so good,” she gasped. Jeron grabbed her hair and rode her like a bitch in heat.  

“Good, that’s real good. Come on my cock, baby,” he said gruffly.

Like dominos tumbling over, her orgasm triggered an answering call. She came like a gun exploding. Fast and hard. Pussy walls clamped and shuddered over his cock with a thousand milking sensations. His shout joined her moans as he pushed one last time into her. Her head bumped the wall, but she didn’t care, not when her fiery pussy was being drenched with jets of delicious cum.

He stayed in her for long moments, simply enjoying her trembling muscles around his softening cock. Leaving his cock where it belonged—inside her—he pressed a kiss to the damp skin of her neck.

Mina sighed contentedly as he nuzzled her. A sleepy yawn overtook her, and her eyes were so heavy she couldn’t hold them open.

“What—?” she mumbled, as she was lifted up by two incredibly strong arms. He carried her out of the kitchen and to the back of the ship as if she weighed nothing.

“I’m putting you to bed.” The smile he gave her made her toes curl. She let him carry her to the bed, content to lay her tired head against his shoulder. Another yawn escaped her and his laugh made her smile.

He covered her up and gave her a hard kiss, lingering over her full lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were serious, dark. Mina pulled back at that look, weary.

“I meant it when I said you’re mine. I trust you to be good. No more tranqs and no weapons.” Mina relaxed exponentially, a small smile playing over her lips. His eyes gentled, the darkness receding and finally he smiled; those dimples brightened the whole room.

I could so do this, Mina thought.

Her next words, gentle and soft, tore a hole into his heart that only she could fill. “I think I’m falling for you.” A pretty blush spread over her face before she quickly forced it away.

His silence was deafening. She looked away in horror when he said nothing, grinding her teeth as her cheeks as they flamed hotter.
I’m a fucking idiot. I’ll kill him.

A firm hand grasped her chin and pulled her back to him. Slowly, painfully slow he lowered his head until their lips met. He took her mouth sweetly, tenderly—an answer for her. When he pushed past her lips with his tongue and devoured her mouth like he did everything she knew he was taking a little piece of her with him.

She didn’t know how much time passed, but when he finally pulled away, they were both out of breath.

He eyed her swollen lips. “I may not have fancy words, I’m just a space pirate after all, but I fucking want you, Mina. I’m all yours, baby. I’ll wake you when we arrive.” Smiling, her heart still running a mile a minute, she snuggled deeper into the cushiony pillow and sighed as sleep came.

Chapter 9

“Those 250,000 Yens would have bought me the new line of Z-Core Flashbang grenades.” –Mina “the Mean”

“Where are we going again?” Mina asked, sipping her morning tea. She sighed at the familiar sweetness.

“To my ship—not that yours is terrible—but I have some cargo to deliver, and I’m afraid only my ship will do,” he paused to run a quick hand through his hair, battering it into a spiky mess. Of course he would look good with messy hair, she frowned. He punched in a destination on the launch pad with a swiftness that spoke of a man who lived in there air. Not everyone chose to live a life of flying, many people still chose the grounded life; they relished the soft dirt under their feet and feared the black sky that never ended.

“What’s our ETA?” she asked. Something dark and heavy grew in her stomach. The doubts she’d been catering since she woke up refused to leave her alone. What were they going to do from here? He was still a criminal, and she was still a hunter. Hell, he was already openly talking about the cargo he had to deliver. Stolen goods no doubt. She wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. Why him; why now?

He answered so nonchalantly that it was hard not to flinch. “Five minutes.” In five minutes, everything would change.

Mina watched Jeron landed the ship with a sharp precision she admired. There was a lot about him she admired.

She admired his masterpiece of a body. He was all hard muscle, firm skin, and dark tan skin. Glorious, she thought. His hair, black and spiky shot in nearly all directions from running his hand through it. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

He docked the ship and Mina stole a glance out the window. Immediately she recognized where she was. Approximately 2.5 kilometers east of his ship, or roughly fifteen minutes from the bar she met him at.

Suddenly he was in front of her, his eyes serious once again. Her fingers shook, but she hid the twitch by putting her hand in her pocket.

He turned and smiled at her. Such a simple act really shouldn’t have the power to do crazy things to her belly.

“Are you ready, Mina?” Gentle fingers scorched a path down her cheek, her eyes closed and she let her head fall into the cup of his hand. A warm thumb traced the path of her lips, and she couldn’t resist the urge to take that hot little appendage between her lips and suckle the tip. “Enough,” he commanded, his voice laced with hot arousal and dark humor. “If you start now, I’ll never be able to leave.”

His thumb was quickly replaced by his mouth. She moaned from the sensation of his kiss. When his tongue pushed past her lips, she met him halfway and their tongues played there together. He pulled back slowly, tugging her bottom lip with him. Slowly her eyelids fluttered open. His dark gaze was fierce, possessive. He gave her one quick hard kiss then grabbed her by the hand to pull her along.

He opened the ship’s door hatch. The first gust of real air was like a soothing balm. Mina noticed Jeron taking in deep breaths just as she did. Ship air was clean, filtered, and circulated to keep it moving, but nothing could beat fresh oxygen. Mina released his grip to stretch into the night air.

When she looked over at him, they both laughed. “Feels great, doesn’t it?” he said, striding down the plank to the street.      Nodding her agreement, they walked through the city side by side.

The street was filled with scantily clad whores, dope dealers, and of course, tourists who beckoned each other with their needy offerings. People bumped into each other, eye contact was avoided, and a fight broke out just across the street between two greasy-looking men.

Yet, with all of the commotion, people parted unasked as Jeron and Mina made their way down the crowded street. They turned the corner onto a much less crowded street. Clothing boutiques and open food markets and stalls lined the street.

Only 1.5 kilometers to the ship.

“This way,” Jeron said, leading her down back alley she hadn’t thought of. Quickly, she recalculated the distance to .5 kilometers. Above the last building in the alley she could see the outline of his ship, the
Gun.
Not the suspected title
Concord
like his papers said.

Stopping him with a hand on his arm, Mina faced him feeling more uneasy than ever before.

Whipping her arm out she slammed her hand into his windpipe. Not stopping to hesitating at his shocked eyes or the horrible choking sound he made, she lifted her leg and kicked his knee with all the force she could muster. He went down, and she ran, leaping onto the ladder with fluid agility. She climbed the ladder as quickly as her small hands could and scaled the cold roof wall just as he bellowed after her.

She ran. Even as ice-cold chills swept over her body like a heavy storm cloud she ran. He roared after her in the night air, the sound haunting, chilling. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she ignored them and ran harder forcing the wind to push the tears off her face.

She only heard one last cry after that. A howl of her name, a howl that almost stopped her moving feet. She couldn’t stop though. She whispered a silent apology for hurting the one man she’d ever let into her heart. She wanted to tell him sorry. Sorry for a million things, but especially for not being strong enough.

Chapter 10

“Mina, you’re going to be sorry.” –Jeron

“Ah…now baby girl. I understand why you ran.” Her one and only friend, Reilly wrapped her in a bear hug. His hugs almost managed to make her feel better; it was the brotherly way he’d always cared for her.

Mina wiped the single escaped tear off her face. It had been two weeks and she hadn’t stopped moving for longer than a day. She knew he was coming for her. There had been no sign of him, but she could feel he was coming. Unable to sleep, she steadily grew weaker. She almost gave in to him, almost stopped moving long enough for him to find her. Her eyes were dark from stress, even food tasted bland to her now.

“I never should have left,” she said, falling back into Reilly’s sofa. Her blue eyes watched the painted wall but never really saw anything. Now after being without him for so long she couldn’t even understand her own reasoning for running. It all seemed so silly. Fear. She had been afraid—no, terrified.

“What do I know of being with someone? What was I supposed to do? Live with him, fly with him, and steal from the government?” she asked miserably.

“Did he tell you what his plans were? Maybe he wasn’t going to do that anymore. Who knows, baby girl,” he said gently. Reilly was a beautiful man. Built lean and muscled, his hair though was his glory; all long thick locks the color of pale wheat. She had pursued him once, before they became friends. He’d laughed at her proposition and told her he was gay. After that, their bond had grown deeply.

“No, not really. All he said was that when we got back to his ship he had some work to do. Of course he was continuing his work. Why wouldn’t he? But Reilly, I do love him. I can feel that more than ever now. What if he doesn’t feel the same,” her eyes beseeched his questioningly.