Cosmic Captain: Chapter 21

“I take it your reunion with Derrick wasn’t what you hoped?” Lovath had taken me into a small guest room with a tiny bed to match, but I sure as hell would rather squeeze into it with him than be alone. I was feeling vulnerable and raw after some of the things Derrick had said.

“No it…he thinks you’re taking advantage of me. Fucking me into submission or something because I’m incapable of thinking with anything other than my dick.”

Lovath crowded in close to me, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling my body tight against his. “Which is exactly why I let you out of my sight for hours to spend time alone with another man?” His face was so close to mine and I was finally starting to relax. I’d never felt more safe and comfortable than in Lovath’s arms.

“Would you have come looking for me if I didn’t come back?”

He pressed a kiss to my lips. Then another. “Of course, Gray. If you wanted to stay on Pretia, you’d just tell me. And then I’d have to convince you to stay on board my ship with that big, alien dick you like up your ass so much.”

Sheepishly, I shot back, “No one said anything about big.” It was, in fact, big.

“Not what you were saying last night.” Last night, when apparently Qwexil heard us fucking. God, I was going to die from shame. Lovath’s lips met mine again, slowly washing the embarrassment away. I loved kissing him, loved the way his kisses turned hungry, how his fingers pulled at my clothes.

My fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he let me go for long enough to get it over his head. Lovath thrust his tongue into my mouth as I reverently traced his abs and slid my hand up his chest. I loved how human yet alien his body was, and I couldn’t quite imagine ever being with another human again.

Dropping both my hands to Lovath’s waist, I tugged at the ties on his pants and slid them down. His cock slid from his slit into my hand, and I moaned into his mouth at the slick sensation. It took effort, but I pulled away from his kisses and gasped, “Sit on the bed, Lo.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice, and when he sat as asked, I dropped to my knees in between his legs. He sucked in a gasp when I slid my hands up his thighs, and my mouth watered at the sight of the flushed purple head of his cock, shiny and wet.

“Gray, you don’t have to—oh, drek me.” He groaned when I ran my tongue up his length, savoring the salty taste. I wrapped my lips around his cockhead, taking note of how his body jerked as I flicked my tongue on his frenulum, and slowly took as much of him in my mouth as I could.

I made it a little over halfway down before the head bumped the back of my throat, and I kept my eyes trained up on his face as I took a moment to let my muscles relax and kept going. Lovath moaned low as my mouth stretched around his cock, body visibly tense with the effort it took not to move his hips.

Despite being out of practice, I was still damn good at deep throating, and when my lips reached the base of his big, thick cock, I let myself feel a bit of self-accomplishment, then swallowed. One of Lovath’s hands flew to back of my head, tangling tightly in my hair as he made a strangled noise.

“Drek, I…baby, I’m going to fuck your throat.”

My cock, already impossibly hard and leaking, jerked against the constraints of my underwear. He still remembered to use the human word ‘fuck’ sometimes and it always made me hot all over to hear him say it. In response, I swallowed again and moaned around his cock, which made his hips spasm.

That grip on my hair became almost painful as he fucked into my mouth with short, quick strokes, my eyes watering from the lack of air. But the weight of his cock on my tongue was god damned intoxicating, and the dirty sounds of him fucking my throat kept me moaning with pleasure.

I loved when Lovath used me. I loved him. Just as my lungs were starting to burn, his thrusts got sloppy, and I could tell he was about to come. I wanted to taste him, to lick all of him up, to be all his. Tears were leaking from my eyes as he pulled back enough that the head of his cock was resting on my tongue.

Salty fluid flooded my mouth as Lovath came, with a low, sexy moan, and I greedily licked every bit of his cum off his cock even as I wanted to gasp for breath. Lovath’s strong arms dragged me up onto the bed with him, ridding my mouth of his cock but quickly replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned whorishly into his mouth, clutching at his body as he pushed me back onto the small bed. His kisses were ravenous, tinged with the salty taste of his cum, and I couldn’t help the arch of my hips into him, trying to gain friction on my weeping cock.

My lips felt swollen when he pulled back just enough so we could breathe. “I love you, Gray.” He gasped, then kissed me long and hard again. “Drek, I love you.” Lovath tore my shirt over my head to kiss down my neck, lovingly running his tongue over all the hickeys and bruises from the night before. Lovath loved to mark me up and I loved to do it in return. His own neck sported dark green splotches where I’d sucked and bit at the skin.

The same marks Derrick found disgusting. Emotion clogged my throat, but I forced it off. I wasn’t going to let Derrick’s closed-mindedness ruin what I had with Lovath.

He didn’t mark over the same spots, but he did pause on my chest to bite hard on one of my nipples. I yelped, then moaned when he soothed over the bruised skin with his tongue and continued downwards. He didn’t waste any time undressing me, sliding off my pants and sticky underwear to free my aching cock. Lovath’s arm draped over my hips, keeping them in place as he sucked my entire length into his mouth.

“Oh f-fuck, Lo…!” I tried to writhe underneath him but his strong arm held me firmly in place. Was there something psychologically wrong with me to enjoy being overpowered so much in bed given my past traumas? Maybe. But it felt so good that it didn’t matter.

Lovath’s head bobbed as he sucked me off in earnest, and only an unintelligible string of moans and curses escaped my mouth. When his textured tongue scraped against the sensitive skin of my cockhead, I whimpered, throwing my head back on the pillow as my back arched off the bed.

“Feels…s-so…good…” I sobbed, fingers digging into the sheets, body trembling with the need for release. I’d been so close already from just him fucking my throat, and it wasn’t going to take much for me to come.

Lovath briefly slid my cock out of his mouth, and I wanted to cry in frustration, but he was back on me in an instant, licking and sucking like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Then a slick finger slid into my asshole, deeper and deeper until he crooked it just right to press on my prostate.

I came with a choked cry, flooding his mouth, and his answering moan sent pleasurable vibrations up my spasming cock. Aftershocks racked my body, cock weakly kicking in Lovath’s mouth with every languid swipe of his tongue.

Every muscle I had felt weak when he finally crawled up to press a gentle, slow kiss to my mouth. Then, as he always did, he cleaned up and got us arranged neatly under the blankets together. It was tight with both of us together, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would rather be close to Lovath than back on Earth.

I’d rather be close to him than anywhere else in the universe.