Then, she gives me a gentle push. "Lie back, Straik. Let me make you feel good. I'll be careful."
My name on her lips is a thousand times better than her sexy words. With a groan, I do as she commands. My cock juts into the air obscenely, and Ruth makes a sound of appreciation, her hands immediately moving over me. "You know, I wasn't sure about the piercings at first, but I think they're growing on me. Do you like them?"
"They're not for me," I remind her. "They—" I choke, the words dying in my throat as her mouth closes over the tip of my cock and she sucks lightly. She avoids my piercings, the metal studs pressing against her plush lips. Kef me. Just…kef. "They're yours," I manage to wheeze out as her tongue swirls over my skin. "Yours."
"Mmm." The pad of her thumb trails up the underside of my shaft, ticklish and light. Her wonderful, suctioning mouth never lets go of the tip, even as she strokes me. Over and over, her fingers skate up and down my length, toying with the ridges, giving me little squeezes. She finally lifts her head, giving my cock one last blatant swirl with her tongue as I clench the blankets and watch her. "Tell me if this next part hurts."
Then, her wet, hot mouth closes over the entire head of my cock, piercings and all. It sends a shiver of sensitivity right up to my sac, and it intensifies when her tongue flicks over the bottom piercing, nudging it.
With a groan, I come. Hot seed boils out of me, my entire body tensing as the release cascades through me. Ruth makes an affectionate sound in her throat, and then her tongue is moving over my cock, lapping up my spend as it spills down my shaft and over her face and hands. She licks me with tiny, affectionate flicks of her tongue, my name on her lips as she tells me how amazing I am, how much she likes my cock, and how she loves me.
Once the release has had its way with me, I shudder and press a hand to my brow, panting. I've never come so hard, and I don't think I managed to last any longer than I normally do when she touches me. "Ruth—"
"Shh," Ruth says in an achingly sweet voice. Her nails scratch against my thighs, and then I feel her press her mouth against the inside of one. "I have you, Straik."
70
RUTH
My sweet, soft pirate lies back on the bed, spent, as I lick every drop of him off his skin. I'm totally aware of how vulnerable he is in this moment. He's mentioned that he has a hard time with intimacy. That he finds it difficult to trust. I want him to feel safe with me, so I press kisses all over his skin, determined to make him feel good.
"I love this big fat cock of yours," I tell him softly. "It fills my mouth so good. I bet it'll feel amazing inside me, too. And you got it pierced just for me. No man has ever done that."
"Want…you to feel special," he manages between breathless pants. "You make me feel like there's no one else in the universe when we're together. I want to repeat the favor."
There's a halting cadence to the words, as if he's having a hard time spitting them out. As if his throat is determined to close up before he can say it all, and protect himself. I didn't miss the look on his face as he came, half-joy and half-frantic, as if he's afraid of too much pleasure. Silly, gorgeous man. Sometimes pleasure is all you can take out of this world.
So I kiss my way back up his thighs and then climb onto the bed. I press more kisses on his belly, licking at his navel and then lapping up the trails of his hard abdomen, since he seems to like my tongue. "You always make me feel special. Even when you were mad at me, you took care of me. Remember when you ordered all that food and pretended like you were going to eat it all?"
"I was going to," he grumbles. "To break you."
Who's the one that's been broken now? I want to tease, but I don't think he's ready for that level of joking. I just press another kiss on his skin, this one to his curiously hard nipple. "No you weren't. You're too moral."
"I'm a pirate," he reminds me. "And I abandoned your friends and mine on the edge of space."
"You're a pirate who freed his crew from slavery," I point out. "When no one else in the universe expected you to. I stowed away on your ship and you should have spaced me. Instead, you've been good to me. And when anyone else would have insisted I serve them on my knees, you've always made it my decision." He can't possibly realize how big a thing that is. How having control over my own body is a big deal amongst aliens that act like I'm a thing more than a person. He treats everyone like a person, though. His crew loves and respects him. They serve him because they want to be there, not because they feel they have to.