Cosmic Captain: Chapter 11

Getting Lovath’s door unlocked that night was comically easy. As I crept into his quarters, I noted that it was a good bit larger than mine, with a double bed instead of single. He was the captain of the ship, after all, but it was still by no means a large space.

Lovath was sound asleep under a blanket on the bed, and I counted myself lucky for having the drop on him. My plan was simple: threaten his life and make him turn the ship around for Earth. Or at least get him to drop me at the nearest space station and I would figure it out from there.

I was afraid the bed would creak when I pressed one knee on the mattress to hover over Lovath, but his bed was far softer than expected and I made no noise at all. The features of his face were achingly handsome in the peacefulness of sleep. That wasn’t what I was here to think about though. Swinging a leg over him, I pressed the knife to his throat.

His eyes slid open, but he didn’t react.

My hand trembled as I kept the sharp blade flush against his pale green skin. “I want you to take me back to Earth.” I rasped, the fear evident in my voice. Lovath was infuriately unfazed. “Or what, Gray?”

I pressed the knife harder against his neck, and the tip made the smallest incision. "I will kill you." The threat sounded hollow to my own ears. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

"And fly the ship yourself?" He mused, eyes alight with mirth. "Is that really why you're here?" His hands moved and I tensed, but they just slid to rest on my calves. The warmth of his skin through my sweat pants sent an involuntary shudder through my body, and I knew I should be slicing his throat just for laying hands on me.

I hadn’t even worn a shirt in my haste to do this, and now my plan was going so off kilter.

"Of course it is." I gritted out, teeth clenched. This needed to work. I didn’t want to go to Torvan, I didn’t want to give up the idea of ever seeing Earth again. But Lovath wasn’t afraid of me at all and I felt pathetic.

"Bolshtec." A shit eating, cocky grin crept across his lips and I found myself staring at his mouth. "I think you want something else. What is that human word you keep using? Like drek?" Lovath's palms were sliding up to my thighs, which I was becoming painfully aware were straddled across his abdomen.

I’d straddled him because that was the best way to get my knife on his neck. That was the only reason. "Stop fucking touching me."

"That's the one." He surged up to a sitting position, and instead of slicing his throat, I let my arm be pushed back as he moved. The blade still rested against his skin, a dark purple dot of blood welling where the tip had cut him, but nothing more. "I think you want me to fuck you, Gray."

His whispered words, not so far from my lips, sent a full body shudder through me. Those tantalizing hands smoothed from the top of my thighs up my waist and a small whimper escaped me at the skin on skin contact. My whole body was shaking and his touch was sending sparks across my skin.

"N-no."

"Give me the knife, ksiva." One hand left my waist to close over my own trembly hand. "Then I'll fuck you however you like."

I found the knife slipping from my grip as he gently pried it from my fingers, setting it off somewhere else...somewhere unimportant. Would I have actually killed him? Could I have? The way he was looking at me with those alien eyes and cocky grin was intoxicating.

"I don't want you to fuck me." I didn't sound particularly convincing, even with my wobbly voice. I was hyper aware of my body now that I was practically sitting in his lap. How my dick was already half hard in my pants and how I could feel his own in response. Not that I had any desire to know what his alien appendage looked like.

He chuckled, that infuriating grin turning sultry. "My shy Gray." Knife discarded, he slid his free hand up my neck. "Should I woo you with kisses first? I hear the humans like that." His lips were so close to mine, and I caught myself from swaying forwards.

Had he not kissed before? Did aliens not do that? I didn't want to ask because I didn't want him to think I wanted to kiss him, but I saw how his eyes tracked my tongue when it darted out to lick my lips. My throat was suddenly dry as he leaned in closer.

Why had I let him take my knife? And what was that hold he had on me? The desire that curled in my lower body as his lips hovered over mine, lips that were entirely too human and attractive. I’d wanted wipe those amused looks off his face every time I said something he seemed to find endearing or silly, but not like this. Not by kissing him.

I didn't even try to stop him when he pressed his mouth to mine.

Instead I mewled a pathetic little sound, my hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. Fuck, it felt good to tilt my head into the kiss, test my tongue against the seam of his mouth, savor his groan when he let me inside. He immediately dominated, sweeping his tongue into my mouth like he owned it.

When was the last time I’d been kissed? Over a year ago, prior to my first abduction, that was for sure. And it hadn’t been like this. Lovath’s tongue was more textured than a human’s, and having it in my mouth was a bit like being licked by a cat. But something about it was so fucking addicting, and I kept swirling my tongue around his to feel the texture again.

As much as I wanted to despise it, it was driving me wild. I moaned against his mouth, rocking my hips into his as his hands wandered down my body. What was I doing? Why was I letting an alien touch me again?

Again.

I jerked back when one of his hands slid into my pants, fingers brushing my cock. "Wait...!" I was panting, trying to pull away, but his other arm had cinched tightly around my waist. "Wait...I'm scared..."

"Because of what they did to you? Tell me." Lovath's sexy, hushed voice made me shiver as he wrapped his fingers gently around my cock. Even without movement it felt like a shock of pleasure through my system despite the fear warring in my mind.

It was hard to focus when he had his hands on me so intimately, so hard to remember why I didn't want this. "They...they suspended me. And...used a lot of chemicals. On my skin and inside me. I was so cold." My face was flushed hot with embarrassment and shame as I skirted around the words I truly wanted to say. I’d never told anyone the worst details before, and I was still avoiding it.

Lovath peppered kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, his hand tightening around my cock. "Are you cold right now?" He murmured, teeth nipping at my skin and making me moan. “Do you want me to stop?”

"No, you're...you're warm." I rasped clinging to his shoulders as he slowly, so slowly, began to slide his fist up and down my dick. “I don’t…don’t stop…”

“What else did they do?”

"They made me c-come with a...machine...mmm…!"

"Nothing like this then? Nothing like me?" His fist had tightened, shuttling quickly over my cock as my fingers dug into his back. No, nothing like Lovath. He was warm and sexy and his lips were on mine again, his tongue delving into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as my hips started pushing my cock into his fist of their own accord and I took back my earlier sentiment that maybe he'd never kissed.

His mouth devoured mine, textured tongue tangling expertly with my own. Lovath's hot, sloppy kisses were enough for me to snap, and I cried out into his mouth as my body tensed up. White hot pleasure shot through me and everything in my body released in a rush, ropes of cum dousing Lovath's hand as I came all over him in less that a minute.

It was embarrassing, and horrible, and oh god, I wanted him to do it again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even masturbated and the pleasure of release was beyond overwhelming. My body jerked a few more times when Lovath stroked my cock again, but he stopped before I got oversensitive.

I felt his lips curve into a smile as he gentled our kiss, that steady arm around my waist anchoring my trembling body. He was alien but his touch wasn't like what happened when I was abducted. There was nothing cold or detached or humiliating about his hands on my skin. I broke our lips apart as tears began to stream down my face, and I buried my head in the crook of his neck to try and hide it.

The attempt was fruitless, my whole body heaving with sobs as I cried against him. His hands softly traveled up and down my back and he whispered soothing words. I wasn't upset that he'd touched me, but the tears kept coming as a dam of emotions finally broke. I'd been keeping up a wall to protect myself from getting hurt again and it had crumbled.

To be touched and feel no pain seemed such a novel thing.

When my tears began to ebb, Lovath urged me back onto the mattress, under the blanket. After cleaning us up, he joined me, hauling me against his side and I naturally seemed to want to let it happen, resting my head on his shoulder and draping my arm over his stomach. It was the most peaceful I'd felt since being abducted.

Then an overwhelming sense of guilt washed over me as I realized I’d let an alien touch me and I'd enjoyed it. And I didn't even pleasure him back. I trailed my fingers down his stomach over very human-like abs. His body was strange yet familiar in so many ways.

"I can—"

"No." He squeezed me against him and pressed a soft kiss to my head. "It's not give and take."

That was...a relief. I wanted to touch him but there was no pressure, no give and take. He'd done something for me that felt nice and that was...unexpected. "Why be kind to me?" I couldn't help the quip, knowing we were still on course to drop me off with my buyer.

The chill that ran down my spine was palpable. Would Torvan somehow know we’d done this? Was I damaged goods now that Lovath had touched me? I didn’t even like that I was thinking of my own self like cargo, but I afraid that there was a way I’d get punished for it.

Lovath's fingers tangled in my hair, claw tips scraping pleasurably at my scalp. "I'm not taking you to Torvan."

My entire body froze. "No?"

"No." He murmured. "I can't take you back to Earth, but...not to Torvan either. I'll transport illegal drugs, weapons, equipment, but I won't do exotics trade. It should never have even been a question.”

I...didn't know what to do with that information. Lovath wasn't going to take me to be Torvan's slave. An overwhelming feeling of gratitude clogged my throat and I tamped it down. This was an opportunity. Lovath was clearly attracted to me, and maybe I could convince him to help me find Derrick. Then Derrick and I could hijack his ship and use it to get back to Earth regardless.

It was no hardship for me to be intimate with Lovath, and I could use my own stupid attraction to an alien to my advantage.

Lovath's hand moved from my hair, wrapping around me and slowly stroking up and down my arm. It made me drowsy, and the guilt flooded in again. He wasn’t taking me to Torvan, he hadn’t touched me against my will—I’d literally told him not to stop—and he’d comforted me when I cried without making fun of me. But I was going to stick to my guns. I needed to get home, and if Lovath wouldn't take me himself, I'd find a way to give him no choice.