17. Down to Business
17
Down to Business
B laze
I’ve got two choices—die of mortification or go with it. I’m choosing the latter. In fact, I’m doubling down and I’m diving in.
Despite the two suns being hot as blazes during the day, it gets chilly at night. My nipples are pricked in the cool night air. And the tip of Xzavic’s tongue made them even harder.
I’ve been avoiding looking at the screens, but I sneak a glance now and see I’m at 2577 credits. I imagine they’re giving me one credit for every thousand pledged. They have to be cooking the books. There’s no way with that many eyes on me I’m not getting thousands pledged every minute. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m going to get that rifle tonight. I have a plan.
Continuing to dance, I shake my hips, shimmying so my small breasts sway for the audience. When I get to three thousand credits, I tease my harem pants lower until they ride me like hip huggers. Then I dance some more. With every step, I pay more attention to my body and less to the millions who are watching.
I don’t pull my pants off completely until I’m standing in front of Xzavic. Our gazes lock as I pull his warm palms to the waistband and nod my head. His blue eyes flame with passion as he slides the fabric down. His gaze flicks from my eyes to the skin he’s exposing. He releases a soft hiss of appreciation when he reveals the skimpy purple panties.
I had every intention my next move would be to pull off my panties, but even the army, even sniper school, didn’t entirely break me of my impulsivity.
Grabbing his upper arms just under his thick armored plating, I pull him to standing. I always feel tiny next to him. The word Titan isn’t hyperbole, it’s descriptive. Without prelude, I skim his Aladdin pants down his body. I don’t even bother to help him step out of them. I just lunge for that beautiful cock.
As cocks go, it’s a thing of beauty. It’s a deeper shade of blue/green than his other skin, and the three spiral ridges scream how much pleasure they’re going to give me. But that will be later. Now, it’s all about him.
Because of the difference in our height, when we’re both standing, his cock is pretty much at mouth height. As I grip his hips, I lean toward him. I’m about to suck him into my mouth when I capture his gaze again. I want to ensure we’re connected.
A shiver of pleasure slices through me when the corners of his mouth tip up in the hint of a smile. He nods, then closes his eyes in silent assent.
There’s a pearly opal-colored bead of pre-cum on his slit, and although I was going to tease him by licking my way from his navel downward, I can’t control my urge to take a swipe at it with the flat of my tongue.
His essence bursts on my taste buds with a vague citrusy taste and my eyes slam shut in pleasure. Grabbing him at the root, I hold him steady as I get to work.
All the play and teasing the camera and moving around the cave to steady my nerves—all of that is history. I’m fully focused on the firm, hot feel of his cock in the confines of my palm.
This male and his perfect body could be addictive. He’s so huge in every way. The plating on his pecs, shoulders, and thighs is rough, but his skin in other places is smooth and soft like suede. My palms slide up and down from ass to back to knees as I form my plan of attack.
I like men. I like their bodies. I like their cocks. I like giving head. I never needed a strategy before. But this thing is big. Titanic. I vow to myself he’s going to come in my mouth if it’s the last thing I do.
With one hand cupping his balls and the other on his base, I slick my tongue in circles around his head.
His fingers slide through my hair, then lodge on my shoulders. Good. A bolt of delight sparks through me knowing I have this effect on him, that he’s so affected he has to hang on for the ride.
My tongue flicks the little inverted ‘v’ on the ridge of his crown. His hips punch toward me. Just an inch, just enough to tell me how much he’s enjoying my mouth.
I keep circling his head, enjoying its slickness, its tangy taste. He’s given up all pretense of disinterest. His hips are making little micro-movements as he thrusts into my mouth. He’s trying hard to hold back, I can tell. Trying not to thrust into me and take what he really wants—to slide as far as he can into the back of my throat.
He’s making the softest grunting sounds deep in his throat with every tiny pulse. I look up at him, my eyes wide as I follow the expanse of blue skin until I catch a glimpse of his face. When our gazes meet, I suck him deeper into my mouth. As far as I can tolerate.
The noise he makes as he tips his head back in pleasure is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s a sound of surrender. As if he’s given all control of his body to me, knowing I’m going to give him the heights of pleasure in return.
And I do.
I bob my head deeper, faster. Loving the little bursts of his essence I taste as I pleasure him. My lips squeeze into a tight rictus to give him the ride of his life, even as my tongue continues to swirl. My right hand palms him in counterpoint to my mouth as I try to cover as much flesh as one 5’2” human can do.
The little sounds from the back of his throat are history. He’s grunting now. The muscles in his abdomen flutter with every thrust. He’s close.
I’m wet. The tiny scrap of fabric between my legs has done nothing to stem the flow of my arousal as it moistens the tops of my thighs. My nipples are pricked in awareness as they sway in the cool air.
I lift my gaze again, wanting to watch him when he comes. His eyes slam shut, his lips close as his jaw tightens. He loses it. Grunting as he spills into me. His fingers clench my hair so hard it hurts my scalp—which wrings a gush of arousal from me because it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck!” he shouts as his head jolts forward, his chin landing on his chest.
I stand tall, slide my arm around his waist, and sit us both on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my numbers—26,780. Whoever was in charge of cheating us out of our credits must have been too engrossed in the sex show to do his job.
Even though Xzavic isn’t the only one who’s weak in the knees, I pull my shit together. Smiling at the camera, my words coming out in quick staccato bursts, I say, “Look, honey, I have over 26,000 credits. I’ll take two laser rifles.” I hold up two fingers with a smile.
Titan
I’m not surprised when my slave collar shocks me so hard every nerve in my body lights up in pain. My urge is to roll into a tight ball, but my muscles don’t respond to my commands.
Blaze is at my side, shrieking in pain. I can’t help her. I’m writhing in my own misery.
Hahn is screaming so loudly I can hear him over Blaze’s agonized howls.
“Fuckers! Cheats! Make the network look bad…” I can’t pay attention to his words, just the relief that I’m not being shocked anymore.
Unable to move more than an arm, I reach until I encounter Blaze’s skin. It’s covered in a film of sweat, as am I. It’s the body’s natural response to torture.
Forcing Hahn’s voice out of my awareness, I find the strength to flip over and tug Blaze up against me. Her face is full of tears and snot, her eyes huge in her face as she babbles wordless noises.
Pulling her even closer, I nestle her head to my pec as I fold her into my arms, trying to provide comfort.
“Xzavic,” she breathes against my skin.
I stroke my palm down her hair. The beating with the whip of nine tails, the harsh bite of the slave collar’s shock, neither of those succeeded in stealing my masculine power from me. This? Not being able to soothe my female? This tears at my heart. I feel like a failure.
“It will be okay,” I whisper the lie into her ear.
Her little hands surround my upper arms. Holding me tight seems to ground her. I feel her muscle tone return as her body moves, molding itself to me.
She wriggles to put her mouth to my ear. “We’re going to get those fucking rifles, Xzavic. If it’s the last thing I do. The network’s more powerful than us, but they’re not smarter.”
She doesn’t know what she’s saying. They are smarter. What she just did was dumb. It will be her death sentence.
Frankly, I think she’s right. I think she will get those rifles. But did she hear what she asked for? Two of them. How does she think this will play out with two rifles when it all comes Down. To. One?