Chapter 17 #3
“You’re so wet, Chad. Squeeze me in deeper.”
Gunner got buzzed off their facial expressions. No shame or fear of discovery, just raw, joyful abandon. Chad gasped, and jets of cum exploded from both dicks, painting his face in pornographic arcs.
“Lover,” Chad moaned, “stop and eat my ass.”
Skyler moved Chad’s oversized sac out of the way and went down on him like a starving man. Spit dripped to the grass. Chad drew his legs back so far, his knees touched his ears. “Fuck yeah, baby, lick my hole.”
“How fucking hot is this?” Horatio whispered.
Speechless, Gunner nodded. This was his life now: running from bad guys, meeting horny aliens, pausing for group sex in the woods.
The universe fucking rules!
“Having an audience is hot. Are you ready to show ‘em how we do it in Petulia? It’s double dick time.”
“Do it, Skyler,” Snake said breathlessly. “I need to see this.”
Princess Petal could wait. Snake’s revelation could wait. The only mission that mattered now was mutual orgasm. Fapping, moaning, obscene chants—a full symphony of smut echoed amidst the trees.
“Open wide, baby.” Skyler eased both dicks inside Chad with a smooth thrust.
Chad’s mouth formed a perfect O.
“That’s it. Swallow ‘em both.”
“You stretched me good,” Chad panted. “Now, pound me.”
Skyler began to thrust, slow at first, then building. The picnic table rocked wildly. Chad chanted through gritted teeth.
“Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass.”
Harder. Louder. Until Chad’s voice broke into an animalistic wail.
Everyone came.
Semen surged—inside Chad, across Chad’s stomach, all over Gunner’s hand. Hot. Wet. Endless. Skyler pulled out and turned towards them.
“We’re out here every afternoon. Swing by again.” He flashed a grin.
Chad lifted his head off the picnic table. “We can have an orgy next time. I’d love to taste your sexy blond friend.” He wagged his fingers at Gunner. “Hello there!”
Gunner experienced a full-body blush. “Hi.” He waved back.
They cleaned up with towels Skyler kept tucked inside a hollow tree, laughing as they introduced themselves.
The soldiers confessed that Princess Petal knew about their shenanigans and didn’t mind.
After all he’d seen that day, Gunner wasn’t surprised.
Sex in Petulia was as normal as breathing.
They walked further down the path and found a quiet place to finish their earlier conversation.
“First of all, that was fuck-tacular. I feel like I spent a week at a spa.” Horatio slung an arm around Gunner’s shoulders. “How do you like traveling the universe, Cupcake? You’re already building a fanbase out here.”
“Honestly, it’s all pretty fucking great.”
“Now, where was I before we were so delightfully interrupted?” Snake asked.
“You said you smelled someone on the money, but you didn’t say who,” Horatio said.
“Ormond Caine.” Snake nodded. “Which means he packed that briefcase.”
“Who’s Ormond Caine?” Gunner asked.
“A fellow pirate. From Turk. His mummy’s the queen, so technically he’s a prince, but just barely. Turk’s at the bottom of the galactic food chain.”
“You smelled him on the money, but why did you drink her blood?” Horatio asked.
“When I drink deep enough, I pick up memories. Ormond’s one of her many lovers, which explains why every inch of her carries his scent. What I don’t get is why he’d orchestrate this so-called prank.”
“Wasn’t Ormond your boy toy a hundred years ago?” Horatio asked.
“Yeah, and after I dumped him, he dated Sugar.” Snake snapped his fingers. “I’m the reason they broke up. But that was over a century ago. Could he still have a bee up his ass?”
“Dude. Have you met Sugar? Of course, Ormond’s pissed. But waiting this long to do something about it is lame as hell.”
Snake suggested they hurry back and put the crew’s hive mind to work.
Gunner lagged behind, lost in thought. A love triangle was the last thing he expected to crop up.
The day had taken some weird turns, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.
When they reached the end of the path, an empty space greeted them.
Snake’s head swiveled. “The ship! Where’s the ship?”
“You sure we parked here?” Horatio asked. “You were all frigged up before we left.”
“I remember.” Gunner pointed. “We parked right there. In the flower field.”
Horatio threw up his hands. “Well, she’s gone now.”
“This is bad. Exceedingly bad. What if Meridian got to them, or the police, or...” Snake froze. “Sugar left me.”
“Do you really think they’d ditch us? Sure, maybe me and you, Snake. But not Gunner. They adore him.”
“You can always find her, right?” Gunner asked. “Open a portal, and maybe we’ll wind up where the ship is.”
Snake nodded and raised his arm—only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Are you guys coming in for lunch or what?”
Gunner turned. Seven waved from an open porthole that floated in mid-air.
Snake shook his fist. “What in the bloody fucking hell did you do to my ship, you tow-headed scallywag!”
“I made it invisible,” Seven shouted. “Check it out.” He held out a remote control. “Abracadabra, bitches!”