Grabbed by Vicious (27 page)

The fingers of her other hand moved even lower. She

wanted to touch his sac but his current position made it

difficult. As if understanding her quandary, Vicious rose

on shaky legs and leaned back against his desk. He

widened his thighs and granted her more access. She

noticed his white-knuckle grip on his desk and almost felt

sorry for him.

Almost.

She often felt a bit out of her depth with him. In the

bedroom, he had all of the knowledge and dominated her

so easily. Not that she minded much. She rather enjoyed

being completely at his mercy. That didn’t mean she didn’t

want her chance to be the one in control every now and

then. Holding his cock in her hand and cupping his plump

sac transferred that power to her.

“Oh hell!”

Hallie grinned as she caressed his balls. They were

heavier than she’d expected. She rolled them gently in her

palm and gave them a curious little tug, not enough to

cause pain but enough to make him groan and drop his

head back.

With Vicious staring at the ceiling, she made her move.

“Hallie!” He shouted her name when her tongue glided

from the wide base of his erection to his ruddy cock head.

His taste, the slight bitterness of his soap and the salt of

his sweat, delighted her. She’d never felt more intimately

connected than at this moment.

She took her time exploring him with her tongue. She

licked his velvety skin with long, leisurely swipes. She

flicked her tongue along the underside of his crown and

wet her lips before sucking his cock between them. He

growled now, the sound so rough and needy that it made

her clit pulse. She could feel her pussy growing wet as she

tormented Vicious with her tongue and lips. She wondered

if he experienced the same heady excitement when he

licked her.

“Hallie! Oh—Kitten!” He grunted and shuddered as she

took more of him into her mouth. She didn’t think she’d be

able to do that deep throat maneuver she’d seen in one of

the pornographic flicks but she could try. Lips stretched

around his massive cock, she relaxed her jaw and took

him a bit deeper on the down stroke. She eased off and

tried again, sucking him deeper and deeper into her mouth

with each successive stroke. At the first flutter of panic

she retreated, certain that he wouldn’t want her gagging

around him.

Vicious touched her cheek and smiled down at her. “It’s

all right, Hallie. Don’t try that yet.”

She nodded and watched in fascination as he stroked his

cock, the ruddy skin now glistening with her saliva. With

his hand working his shaft, his sac was perfectly

displayed. She remembered another scene from the film

and wondered if Vicious would like that.

Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over his balls.

He groaned so loudly it made her belly wobble. Well, that

answered her question! He liked it very much. She

lavished more attention on his sac while he fisted his cock

in his big hand. When she sucked on his sac, he let loose a

string of expletives that shocked her—and made her smile.

He was normally so controlled. Apparently, she’d just

figured out how to shatter that control.

“I’m close.” He breathed so hard now. “Do you want

me to—?”

“Come in my mouth, Vicious,” she begged. She

mimicked the same rough language from the film she’d

seen. “Let me taste your cum.”

“Hallie, you dirty girl.” He grinned down at her, his

smile mischievous. She licked his plump sac again, and

Vicious growled, the sound deep and raw. His hand

moved over his wet shaft faster and faster. He

concentrated on just the top of his cock. She knelt with her

mouth open, her tongue stealing out every few seconds to

flick at the head of his cock.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So fucking sexy.” He

inhaled sharp, quick breaths. “I’m coming.” He groaned

and leaned forward a little. “I’m coming!”

She wrapped her lips around his cock the second his

hand moved out of the way. She bobbed hard and fast on

his shaft. The first spurt of semen hit her tongue. It stunned

her and she faltered but quickly recovered. His cum tasted

sweet with the slightest hint of salt. She moaned in

excitement as he jerked above her and growled her name

again and again.

When he finally quieted, he fell back against his desk.

She let his cock slip from her mouth and swallowed. He

gazed down at her with such love and adoration. His

thumb brushed her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth

and bit down. He chuckled and reached for her, pulling

her onto his exposed lap as he dropped into his chair.

He kissed her then, his tongue stabbing deep. He stole

her breath away as he devoured her mouth, her lips still

swollen from sucking him. When his hand moved between

her thighs, she parted for him. Draped across his lap, she

trusted him to hold her as he entered her pussy with two

fingers. He strummed her clit with his thumb.

“Kitten, you’re so wet.” His fingers thrust in faster now.

She gasped at the wild sensations he evoked. “Did sucking

my cock turn you on?”

“Yes.” She moaned as his thumb found just the right

pace over her clit. “Vicious!”

“Hold on, Kitten. Hold on to me.”

She gripped his forearm as he fucked her pussy with his

hand. His fingers curved inside her channel and she saw

stars. Delirious with lust, she bounced on his lap and rode

his hand. His thumb worked faster and faster over her clit.

Finally, she shattered and came with a howl of ecstasy.

When it was all over, Vicious gathered her close and

kissed her forehead. “You never cease to amaze me.”

She smiled mischievously. “Give me time. If I can

sneak in some more viewing time in that 900 range, who

knows what I might want to try next.”

Vicious stiffened. “Did Terror show you those

channels?”

Aghast, she peered up at him. “No!” Her cheeks grew

hot. “I’d die if Terror talked to me about
those
channels.”

Vicious relaxed. “Good. I don’t want him corrupting

your mind.”

“Because that’s your prerogative?”

He laughed and kissed her. “Yes. Exactly that.” He

nuzzled her temple. “Are you ready for bed?”

She nodded and slipped off his lap. He stood and pulled

up his sleep pants. She gestured to his cock. “Did I do all

right for my first time?”

“Are you serious?” Vicious tipped her chin and gazed

down at her. “I almost came the second your tongue

touched me.” He embraced her and rubbed her back in a

loving way. “You did extremely well.”

“For my first time, you mean.”

“Well, there’s always room for improvement.” He

smiled wickedly before scooping her right up and tossing

her over his shoulder.

“Vicious, put me down!”

“Quiet.” His big hand smacked her backside as she

tried to wiggle free. He headed for the door. “We’ll just

have to make sure you get lots of practice.”

Chapter Fifteen

“Do you see her?” Hallie stood on tiptoes to try to see

over the crowd at the bustling depot. They’d landed at the

port on the Jesco colony half an hour earlier and had

finally made it through customs. Now they were trying to

find Bernie in the sea of arrivals swarming through the

terminal.

“Not yet,” Lenny replied and craned her neck.

Hallie turned to her left where Terror stood. He wasn’t

wearing his usual uniform but civilian clothes. He looked

rather strange to her in the gray cargo pants and dark-blue

shirt but he seemed to be blending in as well as he could

with his scarring and height. She smacked his stomach.

“Hey, make yourself useful and look for my sister.”

He rubbed his belly and frowned. “Vee needs to toss

you across his knee more often. You’re awfully bossy.”

She smiled sweetly. “I’ll be sure to pass along your

suggestion.”

Terror snorted and grinned at her. In the last three days

of traveling together, they’d become friendlier. She could

understand why Vicious liked him so much.

“Blonde hair, right?”

“Yes.”

“And a big sign that says
Hallie
?”

She broke into a grin. “Yes!”

Terror waved his hand and then pointed off to their left.

“She’s over there.”

Hallie grabbed Lenny’s hand and tugged her friend

through the crowd behind Terror. His wide shoulders

cleared a path for them. When he stepped aside, Bernie

came into view. Hallie started to cry as she rushed into

her sister’s waiting arms. The big belly between them

made hugging a bit difficult but they made it work.

“Hallie, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too.” They hugged tighter. Hallie pulled back and

gazed down at her sister’s big bump. “Wow! You’ve

gotten so big.”

Bernie smiled and snatched Hallie’s hand. She placed it

on her belly. Just seconds later, Hallie felt a kick against

her palm. She laughed and rubbed the area. “What a big

strong kick!”

“I have a feeling she’s going to take after her Aunt

Hallie,” Bernie remarked.

“It’s a girl? When did you find out?”

“Last week but I wanted to tell you in person.” Bernie’s

gaze skipped to Lenny. Hallie stepped aside so the two

old friends could hug and talk. When they finally separated

Lenny glanced at Terror. Her shock was evident but she

quickly masked it. “Is this Vicious?”

Hallie laughed and shook her head. “No, this is Terror,

his best friend.”

“Terror?” Bernie shot Hallie a what-the-heck look.

“What kind of baby name books do they have on your

planet?”

Terror looked amused. “We’re renamed when we

graduate the academy. Our year, they chose names to

inflict fear. Some years it’s fearsome animals. Other years

it’s star signs.”

“I see.”

Terror glanced around the terminal, his sharp gaze

always scanning and assessing. “Let’s move this along,

ladies. We’re a clear target here.”

Though she wanted to roll her eyes at his constant

vigilance, Hallie understood why Terror was that way.

First, they were at war. While the Jesco colony remained

one of the safest areas in this sector of their solar system,

there were still pockets of unrest. She’d seen a news

bulletin about insurgent groups moving into the area and

using the colony as a base of operations. Secondly, and

probably most importantly to Terror, Vicious had

entrusted her to him. If she came back with one hair

missing from her head, Vicious would flip.

Terror hustled them out of the terminal and into a

waiting transport craft. Hallie took the spot closest to

Terror, fully aware her sister and Lenny were afraid of

him. Hallie didn’t miss the barest hint of a tattoo peeking

out from the driver’s shirt when he turned to eye them in

the backseat. Dressed in plain clothes, he didn’t fool her.

He was also a Harcos military man.

When she glanced at Terror, he shrugged and answered

in his usual low voice. “A brigadier general’s wife is an

easy target.”

She hadn’t given that side of her life much thought. Was

it always going to be like this now? Would she constantly

have to worry about her safety?

“So how is your friend?” Bernie, completely oblivious

to her exchange with Terror, reached into her purse and

removed a package of crackers. She offered some to

Lenny, who gladly accepted a couple. “Did she like the

shelter there?”

“She’s better.” Lenny nibbled a cracker. “I think the

shelter on Safe Harbor will take good care of her.”

“They took good care of me.” Bernie fished a bottle of

water from her bag and took a sip. She offered it to Lenny,

who shook her head. “They helped me get my papers in

order after I lost my old ones.” Her secret gaze met

Hallie’s for a moment. “They got me into a job-training

program and helped me find a nice apartment in the

women’s sector here.”

“Do you like your job?” Hallie was fascinated with this

new, more mature version of Bernie.

“It’s great. I love working with children, and when the

baby comes, she’ll be able to come to the daycare with

me. She’ll be in a different classroom but I’ll know she’s