Page 19 of Black Star
Chapter Nine
Oh, sweet universe, she had to love him as much as he loved her. Damon tangled both hands in the snowy silk of her long tresses, turning her head to the perfect angle to plunder her mouth with his tongue. Phoebe whimpered, and it was only a few seconds before she was kissing him back.
She hooked a leg around his hip and pulled herself into him, grinding her clit against the ridge of his engorged cock. Damon was lost. Nothing mattered -- not the ship, not the Hand of God floating out there somewhere picking up a signal from her brain, nothing. Only this woman. This place. This moment.
He was filled with her sweet essence, a scent that was uniquely hers. Rose petals and lotus blossoms danced with a musky feminine scent only Phoebe carried. There was a sweet, minty flavor lingering on her lips Damon was only too glad to lap at.
Until she bit him.
A sharp intake of air was all he was able to manage. He tasted blood leaking from the wound on his tongue as he pulled back. She didn’t let him go far.
“That’s for being an asshole. Whether you deserve more is something I’ll figure out later.” She was breathing hard, and her breasts underneath the form-fitting uniform heaved with the exertion. “Now, fuck me.”
That did it. Any semblance of control Damon might have had went right out the air lock. With a growl, he grabbed her suit at the neck and tore until she was exposed to the waist. He wanted to see all of her, but those wonderful, rounded globes of flesh beckoned him like a plasma string calls to an arnat entity. There was no force in the universe that could have stopped him from diving face-first between her breasts.
Kissing the valley between them, he grunted when her hands found his head and pulled him to her. He licked a path to each peak, sucking the nipples into his mouth before releasing them with an audible pop. She cried out when he nipped one with his teeth, so he did the other one.
“Sweet sun and stars, Damon, that’s good! So very good. Oh, yes! Like that! Bite my nipples!”
Sweat slicked her skin, and he felt flushed, himself. His cock ached with the need to be inside her, to fuck them both into oblivion. Going back between her breasts, he licked her sternum and the inner curve of each breast until they were slick with his saliva. Once he was satisfied, he freed himself.
“On your knees, Phoebe. I want you to suck me.”
She sank to her knees, a wicked grin playing across her face. “What happens if I don’t?”
Damon knew she was playing. All might not be forgiven yet -- and he was sure there would be hell to pay before it was over -- but she loved this as much as he did. “You’ll force me to punish you.”
She raised an eyebrow, but the smile stayed in place. “Oh, really? And how would you go about that?”
“I’d bare that sweet little ass of yours, turn you over my knee, and spank you until you begged to be fucked.” He was only half joking. The image he’d just conjured was almost his undoing.
“Is that supposed to be an incentive to suck you off? ‘Cause it’s only making me want to defy you all the more.” She opened her mouth and took the head of his dick inside her mouth, but let it slide free after only a couple of strokes.
Damon had to grit his teeth to keep back the moan. “You truly want a spanking? Your cries and the sound of my hand smacking your ass would only cause Viktor to break out of his cell. What if he caught you in that position?”
If Damon had once thought Phoebe an innocent of any kind, her next words shot that image all to hell and back. “Then maybe he’d like to join us.”
That was it. Damon yanked her to her feet and threw her on the cot. She landed on her back with her legs hanging over the side. Before she made a move to get up, Damon braced his knees on the edge of the bed and lowered his pelvis to her chest. His cock rode between her breasts, and she squeezed them around his cock with her hands. He was helpless to do anything but thrust against her chest as he would thrust into her cunt. The fleshy mounds hugged him as snugly as she had the first time they’d made love.
“You like this, don’t you, Damon.” It wasn’t a question. He was sure the sweat popping out all over him was a good indication he was enjoying himself.
She raised her head up slightly and licked the end of his shaft. Her saliva, the pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock, and her sweat increased the lubrication deliciously. Several times she licked him, the sensation teasing him unmercifully. He could no longer keep the grunts of his efforts at bay.
“That’s it, Damon. Fuck my tits. Come on my face and chest, and I might let you spank me while Viktor watches. Would you like that?”
Damon couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought. Of course he didn’t want Viktor to watch! But he couldn’t make himself say it. Just the thought of the big vampire leaning against the wall behind them, his arms crossed over his chest, his fangs bare and ready to drink from one or both of them was enough to push him past the point of no return.
“Moon and stars! I’m coming, Phoebe!” That hoarse croak couldn’t have been his voice, could it?
Phoebe lifted her head again, sticking her tongue out and licking the head of his cock as it thrust madly up at her. “That’s it, that’s it,” she panted. “Give it to me, Damon. Show Viktor I’m yours and no one else’s. Mark me with your seed.”
When his orgasm hit, it did so with the force of a thermonuclear detonation. He couldn’t have stopped the shout of utter ecstasy if he’d tried. Cum erupted from his cock. He sprayed her with spurt after spurt of thick, white semen. Phoebe opened her mouth and caught some of it. She let it dribble down her chin to mingle with what she hadn’t caught, and Damon was hard all over again. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. The look of ecstasy on her face was worth any price Damon had to pay. She hadn’t come herself, but she had enjoyed what she’d done to him. Most likely, she enjoyed the power it gave her to be in total control of his pleasure.
When he’d had a chance to catch a couple of breaths, Damon stood. “All right, you little temptress. You asked for it -- you’re going to get it.”
Damon yanked her up from the bed by one arm. She yelped, but made no move to get away. In fact, when he split her uniform the rest of the way down, she helped him by kicking off her shoes and stepping out of the tattered remains of her clothing.
Once she was naked, he sat on the bunk and pulled her face down across his lap, her bottom raised perfectly atop his thighs. Phoebe looked back at him over her shoulder. The look in her eyes dared him, begged him to do this. His hand rested on her rounded bottom, rubbing her cheeks, kneading them.
He waited until her breathing grew deep and rapid, until he knew she was as hot as he was. When she trembled beneath his hands, he smacked one cheek sharply. Phoebe hissed. He swatted her again, and again, never in the same spot. When she whimpered, he stopped and caressed her reddened bottom.
“That lovely ass blushes prettily when I give it attention.” He smacked it again. “I love that sound. Especially when I wonder if you deserve it.” He had to bring up the transmitter in her brain, but he didn’t want to do it in an accusing way. He felt her tense at his words. He had to be very careful. “ Black Star says it’s not her or Sword Breaker the Hand is after. She says it’s you and your friends.”
Phoebe’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not a surprise. They don’t let anyone walk away from them.”
“It’s more than that, Phoebe.” When she opened her mouth, most likely to either protest or add something to her previous statement, Damon swatted her ass smartly. She squealed but didn’t say anything else. “You have a transmitter on you. It’s sending your location straight to the Hand. No matter where you go, they’ll know exactly where you are.” Damon measured her response. “Did you know that?”
As he talked, her eyes widened, then a look of horror washed over her. “Sweet sun and stars!” Phoebe made a move to get up, but Damon stopped her with a stinging swat across her backside, as well as a hand on her upper back.
“I didn’t say you could get up yet.” He swatted her a few more times, careful about placing his smacks on a part of her bottom he had yet to hit. “Let’s try this again. Did you know you had a tracking device on you? Yes or no?”
“I --” His hand connected with her flesh three times in rapid succession. “No! I didn’t know!”
“Good girl.” He rubbed her bottom again. “What are the chances that Diamond knows?”
“Damon, let me up -- oh!” Her ass was bright pink now from the small of her back to the tops of her thighs. Despite her demand, she didn’t really try to get up, and she wiggled her butt so enticingly, Damon couldn’t bring himself to stop. For several more strokes, he continued until the heat from her skin burned his hand.
She had spread her legs, and now she trembled with the effort of keeping them that way. Her ass was as high in the air as she could get it, which left her pussy open to him if he wanted it.
He wanted it.
When his fingers came in contact with her slit he wasn’t surprised to find her dripping wet. “I’ll let you up when I’m good and ready. Now, answer the damn question.”
“No. No, I don’t think she knows. Oh, stars, Damon! Stick your fingers in me. Neither of us knew. We’re innocent. I swear it!”
Damon dipped his fingers into her once, and she cried out sharply. “Do you know why you and Diamond would be fitted with transmitters while the other women weren’t?” It was a long shot, but Phoebe knew these people better than he did. If anyone had an insight into their thinking, it would be her.
“I -- Damon, I need to think.” Her words came out through panting breaths, her cheeks were almost as flushed as her backside, and her hair stuck to her face from the sweat.
“Then I’ll remove my fingers.”
“No!”
Damon chuckled before sliding his fingers in deeper and repeating his question. “Why were the two of you singled out? There has to be a reason none of the others have similar transmitters.”
Phoebe was sure her eyes rolled back in her head when Damon plunged his fingers back inside her grasping cunt. She couldn’t remember her own name, much less come up with a reason why she and Diamond had been singled out. All she knew was she didn’t want Damon to stop anything he was doing.
“Look,” she stammered, “maybe everyone has one and you just can’t find it. I find it hard to believe they’d put tracking devices on some and not all of us. In their whole existence, no one has ever escaped from them for long. It’s part of the stigma of who they are. You know when you’re brought there, you’re not getting out.” She would have arched her back and raised her ass higher if she could have. Anything to get him to take the hint. She wanted more.
“No. Black Star and Sword Breaker both checked everyone thoroughly. The two of you have very sophisticated tracking devices implanted in your brains. We didn’t notice them at first, but Black Star doesn’t give up easily. It took her a while, but she found it.”
Phoebe froze. In her brain ? “Sweet stars.” OK, now she was officially freaked out. Sexual haze or not, that was just too weird. Damon must have been prepared for her mood change because he immediately withdrew his fingers and urged her to turn over.
“ Black Star has isolated it and done a full diagnostic. She knows exactly how it works, just not how to block it. Yet.” He kissed her forehead, then her nose.
“Is it a transmitter only? I mean, they can’t blow my head off or anything, can they?”
“Absolutely not. It’s a tracking device only. Like I said, Black Star has mapped this thing down to its last nanotransister. Once she figures out how to block the signal, we can use it to our advantage. Until then, we just have to stay a step ahead of them. Having Sword Breaker around will help too.” His smile was genuine, the compassion in his eyes almost as great as the lust. Phoebe also saw a vulnerability there she’d never expected to see. He was genuinely sorry for what had happened. “Phoebe…”
“Shhh.” She covered his mouth with the tips of three fingers. “It’s OK. You did what you had to do. I didn’t enjoy it, and I’ll remind you of it often, but I do understand.” She smiled. “At least, I understand you have to protect your ship. I’m not so sure you had to throw me in the brig.”
“Well…” Damon urged her to straddle his hips, “… here, we actually have a door that will lock.”
“Right. We had that before. And I’m sure you planned it exactly this way, too.”
“Just shut up and fuck me, Phoebe.”
Phoebe was more than ready. She reached between them and found his cock, hot, hard and ready. After a few experimental pumps, Phoebe rose up on her knees and impaled herself on it.
Both of them screamed. Phoebe loved the full feeling of having him inside her. She ground her pelvis into him to put much-needed friction on her clit. His hands gripped the deliciously punished flesh of her ass, and his grunts of exertion were music to her ears. He was just as affected as she was.
It wasn’t long before Damon flipped Phoebe onto her back, never breaking their joining. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest. Deeper and harder with each stroke, Damon plunged into her over and over again.
“Now, Phoebe. Come for me. Come on my cock and milk me dry!”
She wanted to comply, was about to comply, when she heard a small sound to her left. She turned her head, and the man she saw was familiar, but the vicious, lust-filled look was totally foreign.
“Focus on me, Phoebe.” Damon gritted the words out. “Only me.”
It wasn’t hard. Even knowing Viktor watched, and was on the edge of his control by the looks of him, didn’t bring Phoebe down from her sexual high. In fact, it escalated it. When her orgasm overtook her, she was sure she’d die from the intensity. Her ears roared as tingles and pleasurable spasms spread from her clit through her abdomen and legs. She screamed.
With one final thrust Damon followed, yelling loudly, and emptied himself inside her. He let her drop her legs, then collapsed on top of her. Phoebe looked to where Viktor still stood, the look on his face frightening to behold.
“You’re supposed to be confined to quarters,” Damon reprimanded.
“Ranier is waiting on me. I had to see…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “If I don’t get relief soon, Damon, I am lost.”
Damon’s expression softened with worry. “Go back to your quarters. If you break out again, I’ll have you shot, Viktor.”
“You should, my friend.”
Damon rolled to his side and pulled her close. “Someday, perhaps we’ll be able to do that without getting interrupted.”
“Only if you learn how to keep quiet.” Ranier grinned at them from the open doorway.
“Shit.” Damon scrubbed a hand over his face. “Not again.”
“Sorry, Sir, but I thought you’d like to know all enemy ships have retreated. They don’t seem too concerned with us since we kicked their asses.”
“It couldn’t have waited?” Damon was annoyed, but Phoebe knew he could see the humor in it.
“Well, yes. It could have. But that wouldn’t have been any fun.” The younger man chuckled as he ducked out of the doorway.
“One of these days, I’ll kick his ass on sheer principle.”
They both laughed.
“So, now what?” Phoebe snuggled into him. She loved the clean smell of this particular man. She could just lie there and let his scent wash over her all day.
“ Black Star believes whatever is inside your head is essential to the grander scheme of things. I agree with her, but one thing still bothers me. Why were only you and Diamond bugged?”
“From what you said, I’d assume those little devices weren’t cheap. Maybe they only had a limited number and just ran out.”
“Or they planted them on those most likely to run.”
“That’s a thought,” Phoebe mused. “How do we keep them away from us?”
“Let the ships worry about that. They seem to be the only ones around with a clue as to what’s going on. I swear, if one more sentient ship starts talking to me like I’m an idiot, I’ll unplug the whole lot of them.”
“I heard that, Damon,” Black Star ’s voice squawked from the intercom. “There’s more going on here than is obvious. Right now, the two of you need to get dressed and, more importantly, get Diamond aboard this ship ASAP.”
Damon raised an eyebrow. “Diamond?”
“Just do it. The lives of everyone on this ship could well depend on it.”
“Am I the captain, or are you?”
Phoebe laughed and turned Damon toward her for a kiss. “You’ll do well to remember, sweetheart, never to argue with a woman who has more facts than you do.”
“I seem to remember thinking the same thing about Viktor. Well, not the woman part, the other part.” Damon laughed. “It will be as you command, ma’am.”
All was well with Phoebe now. This man completed her more than any person she’d ever known. But she was troubled. She could feel the tension in Damon even during their happiest moments. Something was wrong. She’d bet a week’s wages that problem was Viktor.