Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 7

chapter seven

ariel

GODS ABOVE.

Thalan’s cock head pushed inside me, and I clenched around him immediately. Too big, too big , I thought desperately, freezing in place with my lips against his. If he drove himself into me right now, I’d find out how much pain I could really take.

Instead, he lifted me until his cock head pulled free. I cried out in protest against his mouth, and he immediately lowered me again so his cock could explore my pussy, sliding into me more carefully this time.

Oh, right. Because he could move his cocks.

And that had definite benefits, as I discovered a moment later when his cock head rubbed inside me, seeking and searching for the spot his fingers had found earlier?—

And found it.

His hot mouth opened against mine to devour my cries as his enormous cock head rubbed against my g-spot in a way I had never felt before. I tasted myself on his mouth too—a musky sweetness I recognized, blended with his own smoky flavor and scent.

He’d held me with such strength and security while he’d tongued my clit and I’d sucked his cock that I’d felt small, but not afraid. I knew, though I couldn’t have explained how I knew, that I was safe in his arms, even in that vulnerable position. I also knew he’d enjoyed what I’d done for him as much as I’d enjoyed what he’d done for me. I didn’t trust easily and never had, but I’d never considered trying to make him put me down—and not just because he’d given me the best oral sex I’d ever experienced, albeit for only a minute or two.

Now I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist and hung onto his neck as his cock drove into me again and again, shuddering and pleading with him to never fucking stop , my words traveling from my mouth into his. In moments I came with a cry, shaking against him and writhing as his cock undulated inside me, driving deeper while still rubbing against my most sensitive place and drawing out my climax.

My orgasm made it easier to take him. He must have felt that too, because now he fucked me in earnest, holding me in place against his chest with his enormous hands under my thighs. His cock moved on its own to delve deeper inside me, one stroke at a time. His growls of what I’d learned was pleasure added to my own ecstasy because they traveled through his cock into me.

I hadn’t intended to kiss him, but I couldn’t help myself. I also couldn’t stop crying out his name over and over into his own mouth as his cock went deeper and deeper and I stretched to accommodate him in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain.

“Ariel,” he said, his mouth still against mine. “My ledger?”

How much was his debt? How much had I deducted? I didn’t know and didn’t care.

He slowed his movement then, his cock going still. “My ledger,” he said again, and took his mouth away too. At my scowl, his smile turned decidedly wicked.

“Gods,” I muttered, and tried to move on his cock, only to find I couldn’t because he was a gods-damned behemoth with the strength of a Fortusian ox. “Five thousand credits.”

When he grinned, I knew I’d given him the wrong number. “I mean six thousand,” I said quickly. “Plus tip.”

“No.” His eyes glinted. “ Five thousand. I have cut my debt by nearly half. I am pleased.”

“You seem generally pleased with yourself,” I shot back. “So that feeling shouldn’t be too unique, Thalan the hotshot raider.”

He stilled then, his expression going from amused to stoic in a heartbeat. “I am no raider,” he said. I didn’t like his voice now: harsh and flat. “I have left that life.”

“Nobody just—” I started to say, and then closed my mouth.

No, nobody just left a raider squad. Only by death could a raider leave. Death, or a desperate and ultimately short-lived run.

Suddenly, everything I’d thought about Thalan changed. I didn’t know why he’d deserted his squad, but there was a good chance he was running for his life. He’d likely come to my diner for a meal, hoping to find a moment’s peace before taking off to some distant place where he’d have a chance to live in hiding.

I didn’t feel sorry for him because I knew nothing about his life before this moment, but I understood what it meant to have to run—either away from something or toward some distant, unknown destination.

He watched my face, dark eyes searching my expression for what I thought of him. Did he expect a condemnation? Sympathy? Rejection? Well, I couldn’t judge him. Not without judging myself too.

Only much later did it occur to me that he must have wondered if I would rat him out to the raiders the moment he left, hoping for a big reward. In this moment, the thought never crossed my mind. By telling me that he’d deserted his squad, this colossus of a man had bared his throat to me, both literally and metaphorically.

“Five thousand credits,” I agreed, holding his gaze. I ran my nose over his lips before I kissed him again, this time less like I wanted to devour him and more in gentle reassurance. “Almost halfway to breaking even. Best get back to work, Thalan.”

He moved so fast that I had no time to react. In the same kind of lightning-quick movement he’d used to approach me for the first time, he took me to the counter, set me down on its surface with my ass against its edge, and raised my legs so my ankles rested on his shoulders. From here I could see us reflected in the mirrored wall, and I felt a rush of heat that meant I’d gushed again for him.

My Atolani lover was magnificent, his body solid muscle, his red flesh with its black stripes now hot to my touch as if fucking me made him turn to lava inside. I could not count all of his scars, but I wanted to drag my tongue across them while he growled and writhed. And his thick cocks were as beautiful and imposing as the rest of him, with their bulbous heads and the ridges that ran from the tips down the length of the shafts.

Holding my legs raised and open, Thalan fucked me with his upper cock, pulling almost all the way out so that his cock head throbbed against my opening before plunging himself deep every time, never going so far that he would hit my cervix and cause me pain I didn’t want. I cried out for him, helplessly spread, clinging to the sides of the counter to hold myself steady. His cock filled me up even more and its thick head and ridges rubbed against my g-spot nonstop. I screamed and screamed, calling his name.

When he pulled his upper cock out and pushed his lower cock into me, the angle changed and I climaxed almost instantly with a ragged cry. Apparently not satisfied with that, he circled my clit with his fingers as his upper cock rubbed against my folds.

I could die , I thought deliriously. I could die getting fucked by this man, and I wouldn’t even mind.

It was a ridiculous thought. So was my next one.

I wanted him to stay here with me. Stay and help me run this diner. Fuck me senseless every night and every morning. It wouldn’t be an adventure or dangerous or anything at all like his life as a raider, but it would be a life.

What a stupid thing to want, but I wanted it anyway.

When I reached for him, he picked me up again and kissed me as he settled my pussy back onto his upper cock. This time I wrapped my arms and legs around him and rode him more gently, almost tenderly, enjoying the way he growled and his cock throbbed inside me. I could get used to this.

Stop that right now , I chastised myself. He’s a dead man. It’s only a matter of time.

I sank my teeth into his massive shoulder and moaned.

Maybe no man fucked as good as one who thought he was about to die.

“Four thousand five hundred credits,” I said without being prompted.

His grin made my stomach flutter, and not just with arousal. “My lady of the diner,” he said. This time it didn’t sound like he was being a smartass.

He carried me to one of the few booths in the diner. Most of my customers were singles. Occasionally pilots and copilots came in together. Once in a while, I’d get a whole ship’s crew, and they’d crowd into the booths and line up at the counter, raucous and tiresome and drunk as they demanded food and directions to the brothel.

Thalan shoved a table out of the way and pushed two opposite benches together. I liked where this was going, but the makeshift bed wouldn’t be big enough for him without his entire legs hanging over the end. Not comfortable at all for him, even for a wild fuck with a diner owner.

Instead, he put me on my knees on the benches with my ass facing him. Oh. The benches were a perfect height and size for that.

He stroked in and out of me slowly still, first with one cock and then the other. I’d learned how they each felt and the different angles and could tell which he used without looking. I leaned down on my forearms and he growled his appreciation for how deeply he could fuck me in this position.

This was a different kind of sex. Slower, deeper, more deliberate. I sensed a change in him, something less sarcastic or playful. Something more…primal. And I liked it.

While he fucked me slowly, I felt something new: the nudge of his other cock against my pussy too. I tensed.

He caressed my ass, then slid his hand around my hip and began to circle my clit in the way I liked. I arched against him with a moan, my hand joining his to drive me closer to a climax. I wanted to take both his cocks, but I didn’t know if I could.

It seemed Thalan wasn’t sure either. Instead, he slipped his upper cock out and slid the other in. I let out a breath and relaxed. He continued to rub my clit, however, and I felt another climax rising, softer this time.

As the warmth spread, his fingers dipped into my pussy along with his thrusts. I moaned and pushed back against his hand and cock, urging him to do that more. Maybe we could slowly work up to both cocks.

When I came with a groan and shudders, his fingers delved inside me, curled as if he was gathering the wetness of my release on his hand. The reason why became evident a moment later, when his wet fingers moved to my ass. I tensed again and stilled.

There was no way . No way at all I could take one of his cocks in my ass.

He withdrew his cock and kneeled behind me, pushing my legs farther apart as he spread my ass with his hands. Despite all we’d done, I felt another self-conscious flush creep over my flesh as he studied me, spread open for him again.

And then his tongue traveled from my pussy to my ass in one long, sinuous lick, and I forgot all about my embarrassment.

His tongue explored the contours of my asshole, seeking the sensitive areas and probing at the tiny opening. His fingers circled my clit as his tongue licked and stroked and prodded, until my asshole opened just enough for him to slide the tip of his tongue inside.

The raspy, wet heat of his tongue felt so good that I nearly collapsed, but he held me up and against him, stroking in and out first with his tongue and then with one wet fingertip, wonderfully hot and slick with my wetness and his saliva. And then he added another finger, still stroking and turning and curving slightly to make me shake and scratch my nails on the bench’s worn seat.

A third finger joined the others and now I moved against him, fucking his fingers with my ass. I had done some ass play before with Sakal, but never with more than one or two fingers. And he’d never pushed me to go any further. I’d never been sure either of us wanted to. I was absolutely certain now that I wanted to go as far with Thalan as my body and his would allow.

I heard soft sounds and felt saliva dripping between my ass cheeks. More lubrication from Thalan’s mouth. I wasn’t sure it would be enough, though.

“Oil, in the kitchen,” I told him, my voice hoarse.

He left me for only moments. When he returned, I heard the sound of a cap snapping off a bottle and then the soft sound of him stroking the oil on his cocks. Then he drizzled oil over my ass, where it dripped into my asshole and down my legs. I whimpered in need.

“One at a time, Ariel,” he said, his mouth against my bare back. His fingers stroked my clit, circling, teasing, making me shake and arch against him, spreading myself even wider for him.

His lower cock slid into my pussy with a sensation that felt as comfortable as coming home. I loved that angle the most. Not that I should pick a favorite cock , I thought, and then almost laughed at the idea.

An hour or two ago, I would never have imagined such a thought would cross my mind. Not unless it was a single favorite cock attached to a single male.

A single cock might never be good enough again.

He stroked me gently, then more quickly, while his fingertips rubbed my clit just how I liked. Then the head of his upper cock pushed against my ass. The pressure was gentle, but unyielding. Without mercy. Oh gods. Oh gods . I might have been praying, which I’d never really done.

His cock head popped through my tight ring with a flash of blinding pain mixed with pleasure. I yowled, my body simultaneously trying to push him out and wanting more of him inside. My vision turned hazy and filled with stars.

“Easy,” he said, holding me still with his hands on my hips. “Easy and slow. Just breathe.”

I did. I breathed. I mumbled prayers mixed with Thalan’s name and I breathed.

A little more oil flowed between my ass cheeks. And he moved again, still holding me in place. Then more, and more. I had never felt so very, very full.

When I moved back toward him, pushing more of him inside me of my own accord, he growled in pleasure for the first time since he’d breached my asshole. His rumble made me moan and try to find a handhold on the bench seat.

His cocks began to undulate inside me, throbbing with his need, and I sobbed as I came from a kind of pleasure I’d never felt before. His cocks moved in my ass and my pussy, stroking in and out of me gently, and then not so gently. I held onto the bench as he fucked me and it felt so good—better than anything I’d ever known. Anything I’d ever dreamed possible.

His cocks throbbed faster and his growls rose in volume, becoming a keening, almost a song. I didn’t need to speak his language to know what was happening.

Thalan was about to come.

He slowed and pulled me upright on my knees, his arm wrapped around my waist. The change in position was damn near too much for me to bear as his swollen cock heads rubbed inside me from entirely new angles. I made a sound somewhere between a groan and a mewl.

His fingers went to my clit, rubbing and circling, plying me. But there was no way I could come. I might never come again.

“You will,” he rasped in my ear. He laved my shoulder with his tongue while his cocks plundered every available millimeter of my pussy and my ass.

I didn’t know if he could read my mind or if I was just that easy to figure out. I wished I could figure him out. What he wanted. Where he intended to go. Why he’d left his raider squad and signed his own death warrant. Why he’d offered to fuck me rather than take the door code from me by force.

Maybe he’d seen something in me he liked. And maybe he was lonely too.

He stroked my clit more slowly, coaxing, always without mercy. I wanted him to make me come like this, with his cocks buried deep inside me and my name on his lips.

I’d go with him, if he asked. I’d run away from this diner without looking back. Kitbot could make meals without me. I wanted to go where I’d never have to worry about dealing with Raxians, or sex-starved freighter captains, or moody Pallasians demanding free food in return for hauling my scraps. Where Thalan could make me feel this good, whenever and wherever we wanted.

Was I stupid for wanting that? Maybe. I’d been stupid for running to this outpost. Maybe I still had it in me to do one more stupid thing.

I reached up to wrap my hand around the back of his neck and arched against him. His hands moved from my hip and my clit to cup my breasts, his thumbs playing with my sensitive nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through me. He hadn’t used his tongue on them, or sucked them like I liked to have them sucked. Maybe next time.

While he pinched my nipples, I rubbed my clit and moved against him as his cocks throbbed and plunged in and out of my pussy and ass. It was a perfect moment of pure bliss.

A telltale warmth grew low in my abdomen. Thalan was right: I could come one more time.

He seemed to sense it too. His growl rose in volume as his thrusts turned more urgent. The throbbing of his cocks became a nonstop pulsation. I dug my nails into his thigh with one hand to brace both of us and rubbed my clit with the other.

When I clenched around him and cried out his name, he wrapped his arms around me, bellowed, and came—first with his lower cock in my pussy, and then with his upper cock in my ass.

The hot pulses of his release gushed from me and sent me right back over the edge in an orgasm so powerful that I’d never felt anything like it before. It rolled through my entire body like a tidal wave. I shuddered violently and went limp in his arms, sagging, somewhere between conscious and not.

Hazy minutes later—or maybe hours, I had no idea—I found myself nestled in Thalan’s arms, wrapped in his long coat, my head against his chest. He was stroking my hair and smelling it, his nose traveling down its length until he twirled the end around his fingers and let it slip free.

As awareness returned, I immediately missed the sensation of his cocks inside me. I felt sore—not at all surprising, considering what I’d taken, and what I’d given. But I felt clean and warm and safe. More so than ever before.

Somehow, I knew he hadn’t tried to get out and away while I was semi-conscious. That meant something, I thought.

“Don’t run from me,” I said drowsily. Fumbling, eyes half closed, I found his hand so I could lace my fingers through his. My hand looked hilariously small compared to his. In fact, all of me was small compared to him.

“What do you mean, my lady of the diner?” His voice was a low rumble.

“You’re running, aren’t you? You’re about to run out of my diner and keep going until you find a place to hide.”

His hand stilled, then continued stroking my hair. “I must go far from here. I cannot stay for long. I am…hunted.”

“Yet you stopped for a quick meal.”

“And a glorious fuck.” He chuckled and tugged on my hair. “The meal was far less good than the sex.”

I wanted to be mad, but he was not wrong about either the food or the sex. “Synthetic vegetables and meats and Kitbot’s recipes can only do so much.”

“You have done well. It is a good diner.”

“I don’t want it anymore.” I said it without thinking, but it was probably the most truthful thing I’d ever said to anyone. “I want to go with you.”

His whole body twitched. That was the first time I’d managed to startle him in any way. “It would not be a life for you,” he said.

“ This isn’t a life for me.” I gestured at the diner. “I’m just killing time here.”

He’d straightened things up, except for our benches and the table that had once gone between them. I’d always thought these seats were terribly uncomfortable, but drunk crews didn’t care. Not that I had the money to buy replacements anyway. But at the moment, I felt perfectly cozy. Thalan was very warm.

Finally, my mind cleared enough for me to ask important questions. “How did I get clean?” I asked. “And did I pass out from an orgasm? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I cleaned us.” He said it simply. “It was my pleasure.”

“Well, it was all very much my pleasure too. And that final orgasm?”

“A…gift. A trait of my people.”

“A mind-bending orgasm to finish off your partner. That is a pretty good gift.” I squeezed his hand. “Tell me why you left your squad. I want to know.”

“It is a long story, better suited for another day.” His chin came to rest on top of my head, the pressure light despite his size. “I will say that I could no longer abide their ways, even if it meant my death. I chose the way of a coward and ran.”

“A coward wouldn’t have risked their wrath. A coward would have stayed and done what his squad demanded without questioning.” I didn’t push for more detail. I had nightmares of my own I did not want to share. “Take me with you, Thalan.”

For a long time, he didn’t speak. I didn’t like the silence. I had learned to read silences. This one did not bode well.

But I did have one more card to play. “You owe me three thousand credits,” I said sharply. “The law says you pay for your meals.”

“I see no law here,” he said.

I couldn’t read his tone, and when I tried to crane my neck to see his face, he held me still.

“I’m the law in this diner.” I pointed to the wall—not the mirrored wall, which I’d never be able to look at again without seeing us fucking in it. I indicated a metal plate bearing an official seal hanging crookedly to the right of the doorway to the kitchen. “See that? I’m deputized to protect my establishment.”

“I find it difficult to believe that I did not pay my debt. You screamed a great deal. Came many times. Called my name again and again.”

I shrugged. “You certainly made a valiant effort. I did warn you it would be nearly impossible to pay for double the cost of your meal in work-in-trade. You owe me three thousand credits. And that still doesn’t include my tip.”

His chest shook. I realized he was laughing.

“Why is that so funny to you?” I demanded. “You laughed last time too. You’re lucky I didn’t deck you for it.”

“What is ‘decking’?”

I huffed. “It’s what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t explain the joke.”

“I gave you my tips,” he said, very seriously. “Both of them. Quite large tips, as you discovered—and said so, many times.”

I blinked at him, bemused. “That’s the joke? A dick joke?”

“Indeed.”

I drew him to me for a long kiss. When he raised his head, I skimmed my fingers along the ridge that ran down the side of his neck. “I want you to fuck me like that every morning and every night,” I told him. “Until you pay off your debt, or we decide we don’t like fucking each other anymore.”

“Do you think we’ll stop wanting to fuck each other?” His question seemed sincere.

“Honestly?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. But if so, not for a long time. I like your cocks a hell of a lot.”

“I like your mouth, your pussy, and your ass a hell of a lot.” He said the last part awkwardly, as if he’d never used that expression before. And maybe he hadn’t.

“Well, then it’s settled.” I rested my hand on his bare leg. “It’ll take me ten minutes to pack and empty my savings. You start your ship’s engine and I’ll meet you at the airlock. We’ll make a fast getaway.”

I started to rise, but he held me still. “It will not be a pleasant journey,” he warned. “You will be hunted with me. We may never find safety and peace.”

“Or we might,” I countered. “I’ve been searching for safety and peace all my life. I didn’t find it here. Maybe I’ll find it somewhere else with you.”