Cosmic Captain: Chapter 17

His fingers gathered slick from his own cock, and then he slid one clawed finger inside me. I gasped at the sensation, forcing off the memory of the last time something was in my ass. This wasn’t a tube that was going to fill me with scathing liquid. It was Lovath.

I wriggled when he pumped that single digit in and out, not overly turned on but not disliking it either. It had been a long time since I’d done this and I was slightly concerned about his claws even though I knew they were more pointed than sharp.

“Relax, Gray.” Lovath breathed. “You’re in control.”

A second finger stretched me open and I moaned. Pleasure shot through me, making me forget all about the claws, and I wanted more. I wanted the feeling of fullness more fingers would bring, I wanted Lovath’s big cock inside me.

And his fingers themselves plunged so deep, just as I’d imagined. 

“Please…” I moaned as he kept those two fingers inside, moving around like he was looking for something. “Oh, fuck!” His fingers brushed my prostate and my hips arched of their own accord. It felt like a million electric shocks pulsing through my body.

“Please what, ksiva?” Lovath’s lips curved into a wicked grin as he hovered above me, fucking his fingers in and out of my body and hitting that spot inside every. Single. Time.

There was a twinge of pain when he added his thumb but I hardly noticed. I couldn’t keep still, pushing myself onto his fingers like I could make him pump them faster and I knew he was taking it so slow just to tease me.

“Mmm…inside…nngh…inside, please, Lo.”

“I am inside.”

Bastard. “With your cock, you fucking—fuck—smartass. Want your cock inside…!”

“Eager?” Lovath chuckled, but he pulled his fingers out. I immediately ached for that full sensation to come back, but didn’t have to wait long to feel the head of Lovath's cock pressing against my entrance. It felt far larger than his three fingers and I had to remind myself to relax. To take deep breaths.

The slick head popped inside in a rush and I moaned like a whore. Lovath’s lips attacked mine with ravenous kisses while he worked his cock inside me with steady pressure. Each second I felt more and more full, impossibly so, and by the time his hips hit mine I didn’t think I could take any more.

My fingers were clutched in his xivpa, trembling wildly as I kissed him with unfettered desperation. He stayed like that, sitting inside me until I squeezed my legs around him and rocked my hips up.

“Fuck me, please Lovath, please—oh…!” I babbled, cut off when he slid his cock all the way out them slammed it back in. Every nerve ending in my body lit up when he did it again, when I felt the head of his cock tagging my prostate with every thrust.

“You’re so drekking tight.” Lovath’s breathed in my ear. “You’re squeezing me so good, baby.”

For good measure, I clenched down on his cock as he pumped inside me, and his answering moan was almost enough to make me come untouched. Almost. My cock was a steel rod between our bodies, the friction of his leathery stomach scales brushing against it pure torture. 

He fucked me hard, each thrust hitching my body up the bed. We were breathing too heavy to kiss, and he turned his attentions to my neck and collarbone, sucking hickeys into the skin and sinking his teeth in for bruising bites.

“L-Lo…I n-need…oh fuck, please, I need…!”

One of his hands snaked between us to grip my cock, and my entire body arced off the bed, an embarrassing, strangled noise escaping my lips. His hand worked hard and fast as he pounded into my ass with his huge cock that made me feel so full and stretched.

“Gray…Gray do you need me to…” Lovath’s thrusts got sloppy even as my balls drew up tight to the base of my cock. I was so, so close to coming, but I knew what he was asking.

Did he need to pull out?

I didn’t know. “Inside…inside!” I moaned deliriously, and I couldn’t think beyond that. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be entirely Lovath’s, inside and out.

I cried out when I came, ecstasy flooding my body as my cock pumped ropes of cum between us and all over his hand. It was all too much, and my teeth clamped down hard on Lovath’s shoulder. He collapsed on top of me with a strangled groan and there was a rush of sensation as his cum flooded into my body, filling me up. My body kept spasming with aftershocks, and I clenched around him again like I could somehow get him deeper.

Lovath gave a shuddery little sigh, and as we came down I waited for the panic to set in. That fear and discomfort of his bodily fluids being inside me. But it didn’t happen. I only felt bereft as he slipped out of me and kissed me on the forehead before getting up to gather a wet rag and some tissues.

He cleaned us both up and I watched in fascination as his softened cock retracted back into his slit. The terror still didn’t rear its ugly head, but instead an impending sense of doom as Lovath slid back under the covers with me and pulled me close.

 “You’re amazing, ksiva.” He murmured.

“Amazing enough to keep?” I hated how meek I sounded, but I was desperate to stay. I wanted to be with Lovath and figure out what to do from there. The thought of being left behind on Pretia made me sick and anxious.

Lovath pushed me on my back, brows drawn with worry. “Keep you? Explain what you mean.” When I just looked at him with wide eyes, he frowned and snapped, “Now.”

“I…I want to stay with you. I don’t want to stay on Pretia after I get a new chip. Will you keep me?” I searched his eyes for anything to tell me what he was thinking, but they were cold and hard.

“Did you just have sex with me to prove your worth on this ship?”

That shoe kind of fit. I reached up and ran my fingers along his jaw. “I had sex with you because I like you. But I don’t expect that in return. So I thought…if I was good at sex, maybe you’d keep me around. Please don’t leave me on Pretia.” I was fucking begging, but I didn’t want to be apart from him. Any way to stay on the Horizon, I’d take. If he asked me to fuck the whole crew I’d probably do it to not be left behind.

And that was a heady realization.

Lovath made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “You don’t need to prove anything to me, Gray. I want you here if that’s what you want too. You don’t have to stay on Pretia.”

“You’ll keep me on the Horizon then?” I couldn’t help the hopefulness filling my voice. “I’ll get better at programming and make myself useful. Or if all I’m good for is putting out I can—”

“Drekking hell, Gray.” Lovath swooped down to press a sweet kiss to my lips. Then another, and another. “I don’t need a bedwarmer. I want you here because I like you. Drek me, I might even love you. You don’t have to contribute anything for all I care, and you can still stay. Having sex with me isn’t transactional.”

Love. Was I at the stage yet? Maybe. Given that I’d just realized I’d do anything he asked if I got to stay with him, love seemed like a step backwards. I sank into another soft kiss then pulled away. “And if I want you to fuck me because I like it?”

Mirth finally crept back into his gaze. “Then I’m available all hours of the day. But never let it be because you’re afraid I won’t keep you around.”

I kissed him soundly and deeply for that. My captain was going to keep me. And maybe he loved me.

But what about Derrick? Guilt rushed in as Lovath flopped back down on his back and pulled me close to him. I couldn’t help resting my hand on his abs and tracing over the lines of them. I’d just asked him to stay on his ship, maybe as dead weight. Would he go looking for my friend on my request? To bring another human with no interstellar skills to speak of on the Event Horizon?

“Lo? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, my love.”

Warmth rushed through me. I was still afraid he’d leave me behind somehow, that he was lying just to keep me in his bed, but I wanted to hear him call me that again. This thing between us felt fragile somehow. I hesitated to mention Derrick in case he assumed he was a past lover. So I asked something else.

“Torvan’s found out by now, hasn’t he? That you’re not delivering me?”

Lovath snorted. “Found out and was pissed. I told him you died in your pod and chewed him out for trying to trick me into carrying live cargo. He’s never ordered an exotic before, so he pouted more than anything. Torvan is…well he’s hooked on venom so he’s mostly irritated we won’t be delivering for him at all.”

“Venom?” I’d heard the term in passing, and I’d assumed it was some kind of drug.

“Yeah it’s a stimulant. Orders more every time.” He said it so casually, like it didn’t matter to him at all. And I supposed it didn’t. If he cared about the livelihoods of the people he smuggled for, he wouldn’t be that successful at it. I’d known he wasn’t morally upright.

“Is he traakian?” I remembered how even though he’d been hooded, his fingers looked like Lovath’s. Everyone else on the ship had four fingers and a thumb like me, so I didn’t think hands like Lovath’s were that common.

“Yeah. He covers his face nowadays because the venom causes lesions.” Lovath’s shoulders moved under me in a shrug. “Made his own choices. Not all of us have the privilege to be rich and foolish. He’ll have his face reconstructed and fix himself up with cybernetics eventually.”

I found I didn’t feel sorry for Torvan at all. And I didn’t think less of Lovath for delivering venom to him. If Lovath didn’t, someone would. For such a supposedly advanced society, it sure did seem like dog eat dog out in space.

“I…have something else I need to talk to you about.” My fingers kept trailing all over his chest and stomach.

With an amused huff, he said, “I figured you weren’t actually that interested in Torvan. What’s eating you, ksiva?”

“I want to find Derrick.”