Time Pirate by Alice Gaines

Time Pirate by Alice Gaines

Time Pirate

by Alice Gaines

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06401-02057

Kyre has a cabin on a paradise of an undeveloped planet. Now that he’s rediscovered his old lover, Marc, he plans to make a home for them. Can he convince Jax she belongs there, too, as part of a permanent threesome?

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Chapter One

Everybody knew the filthiest, most overcrowded, desolate, rat-infested planets in the galaxy had the best bars. Jax Solomon sat in one of those establishments listening to a quartet of assorted instruments play greasy funk and drinking up the profits of her last raid. A cloud of blue smoke engulfed the small stage in the corner, making the musicians look like ghosts, and the scent of leafrag floated back to her. Thick enough to give her a contact high, it settled over her and would cling to her clothing and hair long after she left. How economical. She didn’t have to buy her own but could get good and high off someone else’s stash. Only problem was the stuff made you horny enough to fuck the next cock that came along, no matter what grimy bastard it came attached to.
She’d propped her booted feet on the only other chair at the table to warn any asshole who thought he could move in on her he really ought to reconsider. If that didn’t work, her “not-interested” scowl ought to. If that failed — it only had once, and the guy had survived, barely — the obsidian dagger hidden in her boot would work. Not nearly as impressive as some laser weapons, the knife breezed right through metal detectors and didn’t make a sound. She could drink her simu-Scotch and listen to the music unmolested.
But then, there was the whole other leafrag thing. Partly because of the smoke and partly thanks to the drug’s mild hallucinogenic power, the edges of the room lost their sharpness and even their straight lines. The musicians moved too slowly to keep up with their own music, and yet, the rhythm didn’t slow and the sound didn’t distort. A stray beam of light hit one of the horns and reflected back into her eyes, blinding her for a second. When she could see again, her being had lost its boundaries and expanded to embrace the crowd, the band, and even the tables and chairs.
Too fucking weird. Someone down front had gotten hold of some amazing ’rag, all right, and was sharing it vicariously with the whole club. She took a swig of her Scotch, and it suddenly tasted like the real thing, or at least, the way she remembered her only taste of the real thing. The burn in her throat as it went down wasn’t authentic, but the fumes that penetrated her nostrils and her brain would get her just as drunk as the best single malt. All she had to do was figure out how she’d get herself back to the ship once the place closed up. If it closed up.
She continued drinking, now sipping more slowly, as she watched the crowd on the small dance floor. The band had switched to something slow and wicked with a beat that matched the rhythm of her heart. It thumped through her, vibrating at her crotch. The fact the ’rag had created that illusion didn’t make it any the less real. The dancers appeared to have felt the same effect, because they held each other close as their bodies moved in time with the music. Pelvises ground together, and some of the women rode their partners’ legs, their eyes closed in surrender to sexual arousal. One woman in a skirt that barely covered her crotch went to her knees, undid her partner’s fly, and pulled out his fully erect cock. Most likely a prostitute, she did nothing to hide the elaborate blow job she gave the guy. She bobbed her head, taking most of his shaft into her mouth, and pumped the base with her fist.
Jax watched out of eyes that had half closed and did not want to reopen. In her mind’s eye, she could picture having both the cock moving inside her and the woman’s mouth on her pussy, tonguing her clit. The images worked their way from her brain down to her sex, and moisture collected between her thighs. Damn, but she could use some of that.
Marc might be back at the ship when she returned. If so, she could work out her frustrations on him. However, she’d given him the night off to find his own fun. They’d been cooped up together too long, and besides, sometimes he needed another man. He’d probably be out all night fucking his brains out. He might even be too tired or not interested when he returned. Marc could usually go at it for hours, but he was human, after all. No, she’d have to figure out some other way to scratch the itch that kept getting more and more urgent.
She downed the rest of her drink and put the glass next to the first three she’d emptied. Now she had a real problem. A place this seedy didn’t bother with waiters. She’d have to get up, go to the bar, and get herself another. Aside from the fact she’d miss the show… and it sure as hell would be sweet if the prostitute let everyone see the guy cream when he came… she wouldn’t likely be all that steady on her feet, and walking would only make the throbbing between her legs worse. Still, she’d fled through asteroid belts with whole formations of government ships hot on her ass. She ought to be able to navigate a smoke-filled bar without help.
Before she had a chance to get up, a man appeared at the chair next to her, holding two glasses in his hands. Maybe her mind had conjured up a waiter, after all. Only this guy didn’t put down her drink and leave. Instead, he stared down at her boots. The message came through loud and clear. If she wanted liquor, she’d have to put up with his presence. What the hell? She could introduce him to six inches of sharp obsidian if he gave her a hard time. After setting her feet on the floor, she moved over to give him room.
With no more invitation, he took a seat and placed one of the glasses in front of her. “The bartender said you liked Scotch.”
“That I do.” She brought the drink to her mouth and took a sip. Still simu — but better than what she’d bought for herself. She really ought to thank him.
He swallowed some of his own liquor and gazed out at the dance floor. The prostitute was still sucking on her customer’s cock, but from the noises he was making, he wouldn’t last much longer. The band still played the ballad, quiet enough for the man’s grunts to come through.
“He’s having a good time,” her companion said.
“I guess.”
“Leafrag. Potent stuff.”
She could say “I guess” again, if she wanted to spend the effort. If he’d been in the bar for a few minutes, the drug would have worked on him as well as everyone else. She checked him out without trying to hide her interest. He’d invaded her space, after all. He had a sleek, hard body, scarcely hidden by tight simu-leather pants and a T-shirt that hugged well-defined muscles of his chest and shoulders. His blond hair was cut close to his scalp, which made the angles of his face all the sharper. A prominent brow, high cheekbones, and square jaw made him resemble a face cut in stone. Definitely a promising fuck-buddy, as long as his cock measured up to the rest of him. She’d check that out later. Oh yes, she would.
The band finished their latest song and broke out a drum roll. The guy getting a blow job had reached the end of his rope and now told everyone listening, “Shit, I’m gonna come. Ah, shit.”
The prostitute hung with him to the last moment, and then pulled her mouth off his cock, pumping it like there was no tomorrow. The semen gushed out of him in spurts as he let out a howl. The whole thing felt like slow motion, and Jax couldn’t tear her gaze away. He came for the longest time, the drummer finally punctuating his finish with a clash of the cymbal. The whole room broke into laughter and applause.
“That’s it for him.” She lifted her drink toward her companion in a toast.
“Maybe.” He clinked his glass against hers and took a long swig of his drink. “’Rag works differently on different men. Some are ready again in a few minutes.”
So she’d heard. Was this guy suggesting he could do that? And if so, could he really manage, or would he fail the test if she put him to it? Putting him to it didn’t seem like a half bad idea, given the hardened state of her clit. They could get a room rather than go back to her ship.
“You volunteering for a demonstration?” she asked. Normally, she wouldn’t do the asking at all, but he had to have inhaled as much leafrag as she had. He had to feel the need for wet pussy as much as she did for stiff cock.
“Maybe.”
He didn’t elaborate on the maybe, but he did include a lopsided smile that oozed confidence and sex. She didn’t elaborate on her quasi-invitation, either, but let her gaze linger on his mouth, taking in the fullness of his lips. Virtually everything else about him seemed hard, but the lips… oh, those lips. She could easily picture them on her body in the most sensitive places. Her nipples stiffened against the fabric of her flight suit. It was getting damned uncomfortable sitting here remembering the guy’s noises just before he came and imagining the sounds she and her new friend would be making as he pumped into her.
“So, where do you think we should go for that demonstration?” she asked.
“Why so fast?” he said. “Let’s talk a little business first.”
“Business?”
He reached out quickly, caught her wrist, and turned it over to expose the tattoo which would identify her as a pirate to anyone else in her trade. Damned thing had to be redone every time one of their kind went over to the government side. Painful as all hell but necessary for security. The authorities frowned on stealing lifetime from one planet to sell to another, the operative word being “stealing.” A little free enterprise got their noses out of joint, it seemed.
The way his gaze went right to the tattoo and held told her he knew what he was looking at.
“Oh, that.” She laughed lightly in the way she’d rehearsed until she had it right. “Just a little thing I had done.”
“I know what you are, Jax.” He turned over his wrist to show the proof of his own membership in their profession. The marks were every bit as authentic as hers. Another pirate… one who knew her identity. No big issue. She’d made similar visits to seedy bars all over the galaxy, and she’d run into more than a few people in her trade. In any case, the fact this man knew who she was didn’t change the fact both of them needed a good fucking.
Looking him straight in the eyes, she bit her lip and gave him a smile that ought to get his blood good and hot. “Do I get to find out who you are?”
He offered her his hand. “Kyre. Do you need a last name?”
“Depends on what kind of business we’re going to be doing.” She shook, savoring the strength of his fingers as they squeezed hers.
“I was hoping to join your crew,” he said. “After we’re done with the preliminaries. Assuming you find me… adequate.”
Cute idea. Sex as an audition for a job as a time pirate. Why not? Shipmates invariably ended up in each other’s bunks out of boredom, if nothing else. She might as well try him out before she hired him. There was only the little matter of what Marc thought about taking on another partner.
“I already have a shipmate,” she said.
“There are three jobs on a well-run ship — navigation, running the harvesting equipment, and defense.” He leaned toward her. “I’m good with weapons.”
“I’ll bet you are.” Enough screwing around. She rested an arm on the table as she slid her other palm up his leg to his pelvis. Sure enough, she found a satisfying bulge beneath his fly.
His eyes closed briefly as he sucked in a breath. “Want to give that a try?”
“Maybe.” She ran her fingers along the length of his shaft, measuring him through his pants. He had an impressive tool — long and thick and hard enough to hurt a woman who wasn’t ready. She wouldn’t have that problem.
“Thing is, Kyre, I know enough about you for a fast fuck but not to trust you with my business,” she said.
“If you let go of my cock so I can think straight, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
She didn’t release him. Petting him was too damned fun. “Let’s do it my way.”
“All right.” He gritted his teeth for a moment. “I used to fly with Barton. Left him last year. I ran through my money and need a job.”
The pirate community was a small one, and everyone knew everyone else. He had to realize she could check out his story. “Why did you leave?”
“I don’t suppose I could talk you into opening my fly and stroking me for real.”
“This isn’t going to be a hand job. Why did you leave Barton?”
“Personalities. The guy’s a prick.”
Yeah, that described Barton pretty well. She found the head of his cock and gave it a squeeze.
“Shit,” he declared. “You’re going to make me come in my pants.”
“You know what I’ll do to you if you backstab me, right?”
“Abandonment, if I’m lucky,” he said. “Now can we please go somewhere and fuck?”
He was a time pirate, all right. Most people imagined punishments like beheadings or slicing traitors to pieces, but in reality, abandoning someone on an undeveloped planet left them to a slow death of starvation, exposure to extreme weather, and predation by the local fauna. Much more sadistic than a quick death.
“All right, Kyre. I’ll check out your references later.” She released his member… for now. “If you satisfy me in bed, you have the job.”
* * *
Kyre’s erection didn’t subside by so much as a millimeter in the time it took them to walk the short distance to the boarding house where he’d rented a room. His patience just about ran out as he waited for the cornea scan which would identify him and open the door. Both he and Jax still reeked of leafrag, and as long as the smell clung, they’d be in heat for each other. When they finally got inside, he took her hand and led her down the narrow corridor to the small space where they could have some privacy.
Another scan, the door to his room swung open, and the automatic light came on. She went in ahead of him, and he could finally get a view of her rear in her snug flight suit. He’d checked out the outline of her breasts back in the bar, noting the stiff nipples. He already had plans for them, and now the upside-down valentine of her ass put his libido into hyperdrive.
She looked around, studying everything in the nearly bare room. As well as the tantalizing body, she was all woman everywhere. She’d braided her auburn hair, pulling it back sharply from her face, but that couldn’t keep a man from imagining undoing it and letting the strands sift through his fingers and trail down her back. Her upturned nose gave her an impish look no amount of scowling could undo, and her full lips promised her kisses could become addictive.
He had plans for her that went past a sexual audition and past a few harvesting flights. She had a reputation among their kind for ferocity and bravery which bordered on insanity. More important, many feared crossing her, but everyone trusted her. Exactly the sort of pirate he needed.
Everything in the room fit the picture of a pirate out of work and down on his luck. One well-worn flight suit hung in the hole in the wall that served as a closet. He’d left the bed unmade, although the sheets weren’t used enough to act as a turn-off. A shaver and toothbrush sat on the sink. Unadorned windows looked out over the back alley to a similar building next door.
He’d lived in places like this for most of his adulthood. Desolate. Devoid of life. Though his cabin at home wasn’t much larger, it offered something no planet like this had — beauty, clean air, and water. He had hope and a future there. Things he’d share with as many pirates as he could convince to follow him.
Of course, right now, there was only one thing he meant to share with only one pirate, and his throbbing rod wouldn’t tolerate much more delay.
Apparently satisfied with the accommodations, she bent to remove her boots and then reached to the zipper pull of her flight suit.
“Let me do that.” He shut and locked the door behind him and went to her.
“Romantic type?” she asked.
He pushed her hands away and lowered the zipper himself. “Undressing a woman turns me on.”
“I’m not wearing much.”
She wasn’t kidding. Beneath the fabric of her suit, he encountered nothing but skin. For a hardened pirate with her reputation, she sure was soft. His knuckles brushed over hot velvet everywhere. When he had the zipper down far enough, he helped her to pull her arms out of the sleeves and expose her breasts.
Maybe the ’rag had distorted his perceptions, but she looked like one of those pastry things you saw in upscale bakery windows… a delicacy fit for tastes more refined than his. When he bent and ran his tongue around one nipple, he tasted flesh that seemed dusted with powdered sugar.
She moaned and clutched his head. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”
“I disagree.” She could act as tough on the outside as she wanted. Beneath the suit, she was woman through and through. In her business, she could cut him to ribbons without a second thought. In bed, he could make her moan and writhe, begging for him, and he would. Starting right now.
He covered one breast with his hand, kneading gently, while he sucked the other nipple into his mouth. As he flicked his tongue over the stiff flesh, her breath caught, and she trembled. Great for now. She’d do more than tremble before he was through with her.
When he finished with that breast, he gave the other the same treatment. Her fingers dug into his scalp, telling him more than words could she liked how he worked her flesh. How hot he was making her. Smiling inwardly, he moved the zipper lower.
Slowly, he eased his palms down her sides to her hips, pushing the flight suit off. More skin, more softness, more heat. His cock fairly twitched in his pants, eager to plunge into her and ease the throbbing. If he got any harder, he’d bust out of his fly. With any luck, he’d keep the half-promise he’d made to her about the effect of the leafrag, and he’d come roaring back after his first orgasm to give her more and more and more.
For now, he’d waited far too long to get to her pussy, so he finished undressing her, falling to his knees and helping her to step out of the suit. Resting back on his heels brought his nose to the level of her crotch, and the scent of aroused woman mixed with the lingering leafrag created a potent aphrodisiac. She was ready for him… hot and eager.
Just for fun, he ran his fingers up the inside of one of her thighs. Moisture coated them when they met the dark hairs there. Stroking her lips from back to front and back again, he stared up into her face. Her eyes drifted shut, and she bit her lip. She’d done that as a calculated move in the bar. Even knowing she did it to manipulate him hadn’t kept him from craving a taste of her. Now the gesture truly signaled her rising arousal, it hit him right in the gut. He touched her again, this time more firmly, and watched as a flush covered her chest.
“Are you going to fuck me some time tonight?” she asked. “Or just play with my pussy?”
“I didn’t know I had to choose.” This time as he stroked her, he parted the lips and found her clit. “My, my. What do we have here?”
She sucked in a breath. “If you don’t know what that is, our deal is off.”
“I not only know what it is, I know how it works.”
Grasping her hips, he leaned toward and pressed his face into her mound. This close, her perfume sent his mind into a world of primitive fantasies. All of them involved him putting his cock into something hot and wet. As he slid his tongue between her pussy lips and probed for her sweet spot, his mind’s eye pictured her taking him into her mouth and sucking on the head. ’Rag did that to you… hallucinations better than any images the sober brain could conjure.
She’d stopped talking and swayed slightly — a sure sign he’d made her knees weak. He could do better than that. Now holding her steady, he circled her clit with his tongue and increased the pressure until her breath turned to gasps. The sound of a woman nearing her peak. A lover’s greatest reward, next to the feel of her spasms around his rod as she came. He’d have that, too, in a minute.
Right now, he rested back on his haunches. “Ready to come?”
She opened her eyes, looking dazed as she stared down at him. The flush on her chest had grown brighter. “You stopped.”
“I thought we’d be more comfortable on the bed.”
“You fucking stopped. Do want me to hire you or not?”
He chuckled. “You’ll hire me, all right.”
After rising, he put an arm around her and led her to the bed. She was shaky — coming close to orgasm could do that to you — and he supported her until he could lay her out on the rumpled sheets. When the time finally came for him to get inside her, he’d need to do it in a hurry, so he kicked out of his shoes and started in on his clothes.
She lay on her side the whole time, watching him. Her hand snaked its way over her belly and down to her crotch. After squeezing a couple of times, she began to finger her clit. What a hell of a picture she made with her eyes half closed in bliss, her chest rising and falling with her shallow breaths, and her fingers moving, moving, moving. He could take out his cock and work it until they came together, watching each other. That probably wouldn’t get him hired, though.
Instead, he finished undressing, easing his pants down and stepping out of them. Her eyes opened fully at the sight of his erection. Though he’d never had any complaints, he couldn’t remember being this swollen and hard before. Maybe another illusion from the ’rag, but she seemed more than satisfied, giving him a lazy grin.
“Why don’t you bring that over here where it’ll do me some good?” she said.
“First, we have some unfinished business.” He climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. She made that as intoxicating as everything else they’d already done. Parting her lips, she invited his tongue into her mouth, and soon, he’d lost himself in the taste of her. There was the Scotch, of course, but something more exotic underlay that. Suddenly, he couldn’t get enough, and he eased her against him everywhere. Her hardened nipples pressed into his chest, and her belly rubbed against the length of his shaft. Flexing his hips, he thrust himself against her rhythmically, like an eager kid who couldn’t control himself.
Before he couldn’t keep himself from plunging into her, he broke off the kiss and set a course for her pussy. First, he nipped along her jaw and then down the length of her throat. If his cock weren’t in such a state of readiness, he could spend an hour or more just here, exploring every expanse and hollow. Maybe later, during the long hours on her ship. Instead, he moved on to her chest, running his tongue over the top of one breast and then the other. He cupped them with his palms, savoring their weight, before nibbling gently on a nipple.
She shuddered and then let out a sigh. Now moving lower, he skimmed each rib with his fingers as his mouth coasted over the gentle swell of her belly. More soft skin, more prime real estate for exploration. Later. Finally, he eased himself between her legs, guiding her thighs over his shoulders to get into the perfect position for some serious eating of pussy.
He’d promised himself she’d writhe, and she did it now. Her hips moved upward, fairly begging him to continue. And so he did. After parting the lips, he covered her with his mouth and sent his tongue in exploration. Damn, but she was wet. And hot. When he found her clit and flicked at it, she let out a moan that rose on an upward note at the end. A whimper. A plea for more.
Continuing, now faster and harder, he lapped at the hard bundle of nerves until her whimpers turned to cries. If he used the right touch, he could keep her here for a while. Torture, in a way, bringing her right up to the edge and not finishing her. But it would make the resulting orgasm all the more powerful. He pushed and pushed and then held back for a second or two before beginning over again. The pitch of her voice rose, and the next time he stopped, she pounded on his shoulder with her fist.
“Damn you, I was there,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Shit. I’m going to kill you, I swear.”
“That’s probably true, too.” Enough toying with her. This time, he closed his lips around her hot button and sucked on it. She let out a long, “Ahhhh” as her body tensed. He just managed to slide a finger into her before she came, grasping at him. He drew it out for her as long as he could, continuing the pressure against her clit, until she went limp against the bed.
Well, hell’s bells. He’d given lots of women lots of orgasms, but none of quite that caliber. When he pushed himself up beside her, she lay with her eyes closed, from all appearances, oblivious to the world around her. She might have been unconscious. After a bit, the flush drained from her chest, and her breathing became shallow and even.
Hey, wait a minute. She hadn’t fallen asleep, had she? Guys did that, although he always tried to stay awake long enough to thank his lover for a splendid fuck. If she had drifted off into dreamland, he’d have to wake her up again, because he had an erection that wouldn’t go away on its own, and his hand wouldn’t satisfy him with a beautiful woman so close. A woman he’d just given a massive orgasm.
After a moment, her lids fluttered, and her eyes opened. “Not bad.”
He threw back his head and laughed. What else could you do to such a ridiculous statement? She lay there, the picture of feminine satisfaction — a soft smile on her lips, a healthy glow to her skin, and a gaze that didn’t quite focus. Fuck, if he slid a finger into her now, she’d probably still be having aftershocks. The whole thing made her damned cute, although she’d probably hand him his balls if he dared to tell her that.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said.
“So I gathered.” Reaching down, she wrapped her fist around his cock and ran her thumb over the head. The poor guy probably thought he’d get some relief soon, because a bead of moisture appeared at the tip. Before he could guess her purpose, she bent and brought her face to his crotch.
“Hey, you’d better…”
The rest of the words flew out of his brain as she ran her tongue against the dimple at the head of his member and took the drop into her mouth. He almost came out of his skin at the contact. After all the drugs he’d inhaled and after watching the guy get the blow job at the bar, he was primed to let loose at the least touch.
He grasped her head between his palms. “Not a good time for a blow job.”
“Any time is a good time for a blow job.” She grasped him by the base and lowered her head, easing her lips down his shaft as she swallowed him.
And oh… fuck… was she good. She knew her way around a cock, as she proved by taking more and more of him while pumping the rest with her fingers. He should have stopped her so he could save enough control to give her a long, hard screw that would have her coming over and over again. Instead, he let her do what she wanted with him.
His vision went red around the edges as he watched her slide her lips down and then pull them up to display his shaft glistening with moisture. Already, the flesh had turned a telltale crimson… a detail she could hardly have failed to notice. He’d neared the edge of his control, and if she pushed him too far, he’d spew his lust into her mouth. Either she didn’t care, or she thought he could revive for seconds immediately, as he’d kind of promised. Because she kept right at him until the suction of her mouth was about to blow the top of his head off.
“You’d… ah, fuck… better stop,” he said. “Now.”
She ignored his warning and kept up the suction as she took more and more of him. He finally gave in. Normally, a good guy in bed, he was still only human, and if she wanted to suck him off, he’d let her. His pelvis started moving on its own, thrusting his member up into her. Already, the orgasm was coiling in his balls, ready to let loose. One more passage of her lips, one more gentle scrape of her teeth at the tip…
The climax hit him like a wall, crushing the breath out of him with its power. For a moment, he lost consciousness of everything but the energy rushing through him to his cock, ending in a massive explosion. He released his semen into her mouth, and she swallowed it as if she couldn’t get enough. More and more, he continued giving until she’d drained him. In the end, he went limp against the sheets, moaning, and when she finally released him, he slipped into a state of utter bliss.

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