Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) (9 page)

She raised her legs to circle his waist, holding him tight to her, and together, they found sweet release.

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The overhead lights
flickered dimly, mimicking the early morning light of Earth. Evena squinted against it. For once, she’d slept the night through without a single emergency demanding her attention.

Strong arms tightened around her waist, and Evena realized she was laying spoon-fashion with Adam warming her back. She snuggled closer.

“You do realize, she will never suit,” Adam murmured near her ear.

“She?” Evena asked, her mind still full of cobwebs.

“Calandra. She doesn’t fit.”

Evena knew in an instant they were back on the subject of mate-finding for the irascible pirate. She stiffened in his arms. “And why not? She’s beautiful,” she grumbled.

“Three inches of me were still left over after I was seated inside her.”

Coarsely put, but true. Evena stiffened. While their little ménage a trois had been a nice experiment, she did not want to share cozy threesomes with every woman aboard the ship until Adam found one who was his perfect “fit.”

“Just how do you propose we find a woman who does…fit, that is? We only have seven days.”

“We begin our interviews today. The first part of the process is the physical.”

“Physical? As in examination?”

“Yes. Doc will ascertain every woman’s fertility. I could ask him to do an internal exam to measure the length of their channels.”

Outraged, Evena sputtered. “Measure their channels? How revolting.”

“I wouldn’t make every woman do it. Only those who wish to be considered for my mate.”

Evena attempted to rise from the bed, but his arms held her like a steel cage. “Not no—hell, no! I won’t condone it.”

“I’m only thinking of their welfare, my dear,” he continued, his voice annoyingly reasonable. “If I should forget myself in a moment of passion, I might do my woman harm. Of course, the men might like to know their circumference, as well.”

“What?” she asked, her voice rising as his meaning became clear. She felt his chest shaking against her back. “You were joking, right?”

Loud guffaws rumbled from behind her. “Heaven help me, but you’re priceless.”

“Bastard!”

“Yes, I expect I am.” His cock nudged her buttocks.

Without a word, Evena opened her legs.

When he slid between, he grazed her cunt.

Evena gasped.

“Are you sore?” he murmured.

“A little,” she replied, feeling a little unnerved and very feminine.

His fingers dipped between her legs, pressing into her cunt. “You’re awfully warm. Still swollen. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait a while for you to recover, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” she said, disappointed, but happy he intended to make love again.

“Don’t be. I’m guessing you haven’t indulged in wild orgies with pirates for some time.”

“You’re right about that,” she replied wryly.

“Well, I suppose the thing to do now is rouse my crew from their beds and get started.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She turned in his arms. “Are you sore?”

Adam eyed her
warily. Of course he wasn’t sore, but the slant of her eyes told him she planned something. “I feel perfectly well.”

She smiled a woman’s smile and reached for his cock. It pulsed within her hand. “Eager for attention, is he?”

Hiding a smile, he grunted. “Ask him.”

Evena grinned. “I think I will.” She scooted down the bed until her face was even with his erection.

Adam held his breath, excited and wary of what she would do next.

“I’ve never been up close and personal, so to speak, with anyone’s cock.”

Adam wondered what kind of morons she’d been with before her incarceration. Her expression of wonder as she stared at him was unnerving—innocent and intent.

She traced a vein with her finger, causing his cock to jerk with anticipation. “Does he have a name?”

“Well, he’s never been christened.” Adam pulled a pillow beneath his head to gain a better view. It jerked again.

“He appears to have a mind of his own. He needs a name.”

Amused, he asked, “What would you suggest?”

“An impressive little man like this should have an equally impressive name, don’t you think?” She looked up at him, devilment in her eyes. “How about Herbert?”

“Herbert?” Amused, he tried to sound offended.

“No? Is Edgar any better?”

He grimaced.

“This is harder than I thought,” she murmured, her hand gliding along his length. “He’s a very important little man, and he should have a name that means something.”

Grinning now, Adam watched as Evena’s eyes narrowed. Moments ticked by as she thought.

“I have it. I’ll call him Rufus.”

“Why Rufus?” he asked, curious.

“Well, in ancient times in merry old England lived a ruthless king who was very large, named Rufus the Red.”

Adam liked the idea that she thought his dick was ruthless and very large. “Rufus, hmm?” His dick jerked again.

“He likes it.”

“Then Rufus it is,” Adam agreed.

“Now that we’ve settled on a name, we should christen him, don’t you think?”

Adam agreed wholeheartedly.

Her hand closed over the head, squeezing gently. “He’s so soft.”

Adam snorted.

“His skin, silly. It’s like velvet. Almost as soft as my nipples.” Her hand slipped from his cock to a nipple, testing the texture, then returning to caress him again.

The sight was unbelievably erotic. Adam had to check to make sure his tongue was still behind his teeth.

Her thumb circled the tiny eye at the tip.

Adam groaned.

Her head jerked up, and she circled again. “Rufus likes that?”

“Uh huh.”

Her face lowered and her tongue stuck out, narrowed to a point, and dipped into the eye.

“Look at that.” Evena pointed his dick toward his face.

A drop of pre-cum, white and round as a pearl, glistened on the eye.

Evena swirled her tongue over it, then licked her lips in a circle before pressing a gooey kiss to Rufus’s crown. “What a good little man you are.”

Sweat broke on Adam’s forehead. Evena appeared satisfied taking her time, but the minutes ticking by were becoming pure torture—his cock was as hard as a rock. “Evena?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“He’s Rufus the Ready,” he growled.

“Did I mention, rumors circulated that Rufus was gay?”

“He’s not gay,” Adam replied flatly.

“He’s never—”

“Not once.”

“Hmmm.” She looked disappointed.

“Evena.”

“Yes, Adam?”

“Quit stalling.”

“Spoilsport.” Then, she added, “He has a funny shape.”

Adam gritted his teeth. “What’s funny about it?”

“Well, it’s straight, until just here—” She touched the underside of Rufus, just below the ridge of his crown. “Then he crooks inward a tad.”

“He’s straight as an arrow,” he disagreed.

“’Fraid not. Rufus isn’t perfect.”

“Argh!”

Evena’s hands circled Rufus, warm and tight.

Adam closed his eyes and pushed upwards between her laced fingers, relief moments away.

“Would you look at that?”

He cracked one eyelid open.

“My hands aren’t small, but my fingers can’t reach around—”

She was killing him by inches. “Evena!”

“All right,” she replied grumpily. “How long would you say he is—”

“God’s ballocks!”

“No need to curse. I can sure tell Rufus runs the show.” She slid her hands down and up, and then closed her lips over Rufus’s smooth head.

With a hard-on so painful his teeth hurt, Adam willed his body to relax.

“You’re squirming,” she complained.

“I don’t squirm.” He pushed between her clasped hands again, telling her with his body he was ready for her to get on with it.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re grumpy in the morning?”

“Woman, right now there’s only one way to get me in a better mood.”

Wearing a frown of concentration, Evena slowly masturbated him with her hands—tugging, sliding, and twisting—her face so close her breath washed over the super-sensitized flesh.

She’d learned fast how to drive him insane. Now that she’d settled into the task, he closed his eyes, his attention focused on the feel of her two strong hands rubbing the skin of his dick up and down his rigid pole. Her hands moved faster. His heart thudded louder in his chest, his breath quickened, and blood thrummed through his veins, constricting his balls. He groaned and fisted her hair, drawing her face down to his cock.

Enough!
“Baby, suck me off,” he pleaded hoarsely.

Evena fought to
contain her triumphant grin. He’d begged. Or nearly. Sure, his words had been a command, but his tone had pleaded.

Evena swirled her tongue on his crown before sinking down on him. Up and down, her mouth followed the motion of her hands, gauging his arousal by his gasps and how tightly he gripped her hair. No way was he letting her up to make another observation.

And Evena could have gone on and on about the taste of his warm, salty flesh and the musky scent of his arousal. And how about the feel of his huge cock ramming past her tongue to the back of her throat?

She sucked harder, and moisture lubricated her hands. She began to twist them slightly as she pumped on him.

“Like that… Christ, just like that, baby.”

Evena increased the speed of her motions and squeezed hard on his dick, adding the gentle scrape of her teeth.

At last, Adam surged upward into her mouth, and spurts of salty-sweet liquid coated her throat. The rhythm of his gasps matched the pumping of his hips and pulsing release of his come.

For several long moments after he’d ejaculated, he pumped into her mouth.

Evena didn’t mind that he’d already come. She continued to bathe him with her tongue, soothing the poor little man she’d tortured so thoroughly.

Adam smoothed a hand over the back of her head then urged her up his body. With his taste still on her tongue, Evena kissed him, sweeping inside his mouth to share the fruit of her labor.

His strong arms pulled her on top of him, and Evena snuggled her face on his chest, listening to the powerful, thudding heart within. A quiet thrill washed over her. This was what it felt like to have a man cherish her. If only with his body. As his hand slowly stroked her back, Evena savored the moment. One she’d treasure in the lonely years to come. A moment that could wipe away the lonely years already lost.

“What brought you here, Evena?”

Startled his thoughts had followed a similar path, Evena tensed.

“I’m not judging you. I’d be the last to do that. I’m just curious.”

She tried to evade. “There’s not much to it.”

The moments stretched while he waited for her to continue, and she finally sighed. “I worked for a universal financial institution. In the AI department. Cellular technologies were my forte.”

“Brainy as well as beautiful,” he teased.

She snorted. “Not so smart. I was having an affair with my supervisor. The bastard was embezzling money. Used my retinal ID. I still don’t know how. Anyway, when it was discovered, my imprint was all over the transactions.”

“What happened, then?”

“He dumped me.” Feeling embarrassed for her stupidity, she continued, unable to hide the bitterness. “At my trial, he cried on the stand. Said he’d loved me, and didn’t realize I’d been using him all the time to steal from our customers.”

“What about your family? Did they stand up for you?”

Closing her eyes, she replied, “My family is well-connected. They were mortified when the family name was smeared all over the tabloids. They didn’t really care whether I was guilty of the crime or not. They were angry I’d sullied their reputations.”

“Then why return, Evena?”

The same question she’d begun to ask herself. Raising her head, she let him see her tears. “For five years, this has burned a hole in my gut. I almost gave up. I was ready to take my twenty years and disappear. My family’s already distanced themselves from me and the scandal I caused.

“But then, I got mad. I was robbed of my profession. Robbed of my virginity by a predator who used my naiveté to frame me for his crime. I want to see him pay.”

He smoothed her hair from her forehead, his touch soothing and gentle. “You mentioned a pardon. Why is your family helping you with this if they’d rather you disappeared?”

Her mouth stretched into a smile, a cynical twist of her lips. “I know where the family skeletons are buried.”

Humor glinted in his eyes. “Ah. The kitten grew claws.”

“Something like that.”

Adam curved his hand around hers and brought her fingers to his lips. “Just remember, my offer stands.”

Her lips trembled. “I will.”

He kissed her, his lips gently pressing hers. “Well, kitten, the hour grows late. What do you say we find out what the rest of my crew’s been up to?”

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