Page 275 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

“I heard you,” he said. That sounded like it was supposed to be a bad thing, but I didn’t have a clue what he meant.

What did he hear? “I was eavesdropping. I shouldn’t have, but I liked listening to the sound of your voice,” he added.

Now it was starting to make more sense, but I wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it.

Was he saying he’d listened in on me when I thought we weren’t on a call together? When I’d been stuck on the wreck?

When a smile pulled at my cheeks, I realized that I liked that—that he’d been looking after me, wanting my ‘company’ so much that he’d just listen to me explore the ship or work with the alien yarn.

No wonder he’d sometimes call me right after I screamed when I stumbled across a stupid alien skeleton.

He’d known, and he wanted to check in on me when I got spooked.

He saw my smile and started frantically shaking his head.

“No! No, you don’t understand, I heard you.

” This was really making him feel bad, which could only mean that he thought he’d heard something he shouldn’t have.

I didn’t mind the stalkerish listening in on me, it made me feel like he cared.

Sure, on Earth that would have been really bad…

but then, he hadn’t even needed to plant a bug or anything; he had control of the wreck.

The temptation must have been huge. I mean, would I, in all honesty, say that I wouldn’t have listened in on him if I could?

Just so I wouldn’t feel so alone. If he’d let me, I’d have called him twenty-four-seven, except I hadn’t dared ask for that.

“I heard your moans,” he groaned, his face so close to mine that he spoke right in my ear.

The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through my chest, making the tips of my breasts ache where they pressed against him.

Now I understood what he meant: he’d heard a private moment.

He’d heard me masturbate. I felt a naughty thrill shoot down my spine, telling me I was not responding to that the way a rational human being might. I liked it.

“Did you touch yourself while you listened?” I drawled, turning my head as much as his tail allowed, nuzzling the side of his face.

He froze when I spoke, a tremble running up his spine.

Then he started to withdraw, his amethyst eyes huge in his face.

The tail slid away, his hands released me, and then he was sitting up, horns jabbing at the ceiling.

He would have moved off my body entirely if I hadn’t shot out my hands to grab those tempting handlebars and hold him in place.

“Show me,” I demanded, staring him straight in the eye so he could read everything on my face.

There wasn’t much light in here, but I could see him well enough because his skin shone so prettily.

I could tell he was struggling to understand what I wanted from him, and it made me smile.

Poor guy, I was making his head spin. Soon I’d blow his mind, see how he liked that.

“Ari…” he started, his tongue darting out to wet his lips while his eyes dropped from my face to his crotch. I started nodding, glad he caught on, and then laughed when he rumbled a growl, his eyes going from confused to filled with deep desire. Oh yeah, I knew that heated look.

“You’re not mad?” he asked, and I felt that flare of tenderness inside me again.

When was the last time I’d hooked up with a guy who cared this much about my well-being?

Maybe my family was onto something. Maybe I really did have terrible taste in men.

I was pretty sure that with Da’vi, I’d hit the jackpot, though.

“No, I was thinking about you anyway,” I said, amused when he rumbled another deep growl.

He liked that, did he? He yanked his belt free, tossing it—and the laser pistol—rather carelessly next to the big sword he’d left just inside the opening of the tent.

Then he shrugged out of his jacket, ripped open the coveralls he wore beneath, and finally freed his cock from its confines.

All the while, he stared at me, the look almost challenging, as if he expected me to balk when he did what I asked.

“This what you wanted to see?” he said, roughly palming the thick erection jutting from between his legs. He had no pubes, no hair there, but a row of ridges led like a happy trail down to his cock, those would feel much better than a bit of rough hair against my clit. I could already imagine it.

Then there was his cock, as thick as my wrist, and veiny.

Each glowing line that crossed his skin seemed thicker here, as if it lay on top of his flesh.

He was, as I’d call it, ribbed for my pleasure.

Then there were the piercings, three bars, one after the other, just a little below the head of his cock, which was lighter in color, almost purple.

The head wasn’t so much mushroom-shaped as it was arrow-shaped, like the tip of his tail.

“God, yes, it’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous.

I can totally work with this,” I said, relieved that his parts were indeed close enough to human that it wouldn’t feel too bizarre.

I’d let go of his horns to clutch at my own thighs, and now I reached out with a finger to touch the differently shaped head, drawing my finger along the slit. He hissed.

“Of course we fit. Human-Kertinal matings do happen, I checked,” he said.

Then, his tail flicked through the air between us.

He caught the tip and dislodged the blade he wore attached at the end.

Now that it was bare, I could see that it was a sharp point covered in skin, with little bumps that were almost like barbs running down the arrow-shaped center. So much potential fun.

The now-bare tail was whip-fast when it curled around my wrist, stopping the teasing, questing motion my finger was making along the edge of his cockhead.

“You want to touch, Sunshine? You touch like this,” he growled at me, but the sudden use of a pet name made my body go weak on the spot.

Then he made sure to show me how to pump his dick, wrapping his hand around mine as he squeezed it around his shaft.

I didn’t want to stroke him, though, I had something else in mind entirely.

I widened my legs a little, feeling the aching pressure in my clit and the slick wetness seeping from my passage.

Pulling my hand free from his grip, I made sure to stare him straight in the eye as I bent forward.

I held the base of his straining cock tightly, aiming it at my lips so I could suck him down as much as I could.

The growl that rumbled from his chest struck me, almost as if he were some kind of beast, my brain briefly struggling not to respond in fear.

That just turned me on more, to know that he was not like a human man, that I could make him sound like that.

“Oh yeah, good girl,” he said huskily when I pulled him even deeper by flattening my tongue.

If I breathed through my nose, I could take him down my throat without choking, but it was a lot.

One hand curled into my hair, softly guiding me up and down, his tail twitching against his thigh as if it wanted in on the action.

“Look at how you take me, dirty, naughty girl,” he said, shocking me with how vocal he got when I had his dick in my mouth.

Who knew that quiet Da’vi liked to talk dirty in bed? I loved it.

His free hand reached out and pulled the tabs open on my jumpsuit, spilling my breasts free from the tight confines.

I’d forgone a bra, as it simply didn’t fit.

Besides, I’d worn the only one I had for a month straight—with hand washing in between—and I was sick of the thing.

It hadn’t even been my good bra, so I’d had to deal with a poking underwire the entire time.

Da’vi made an appreciative noise, his tail sliding into the opening and down across my belly button.

It burrowed into my panties, its pointed tip leading until it flicked over my clit, and I moaned loudly around his cock.

“Yes, that’s it, you like that, don’t you, Sunshine?

” he said, his deep voice vibrating in the small space.

I sucked on him harder and was rewarded with a drop of salty, almost caramel-like precum.

He didn’t speak now, just hissed, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust down my throat.

It wouldn’t be Da’vi whose cock I was loving if he didn’t make this a battle of wills.

That man didn’t know how to surrender, and I was thrilled by that.

He flicked his tail against my clit—the sound wet and lurid—one hand tweaking my nipples, palming my free-hanging breasts.

From the glow of his amethyst eyes, I knew he was determined to see me fall over the edge first. I was pretty sure that if he tried to slide that ridged, pointy tail into my channel, he’d win, but right now, he seemed focused on strumming my clit in a steady, maddening rhythm.

Bobbing my head up and down, I hollowed my cheeks, fisting his cock with both hands to work him in tandem with my mouth. I might not win this, but I was damn sure going to make it a close call.

While Da’vi was urging me on, telling me all kinds of dirty things he wanted to do with me, my body was rapidly spiraling into what was going to be the best orgasm ever.

Then he did exactly what I knew would push me over the edge.

His tail slid deeper, the nubs bumping over my clit in the most amazing way, the tip curling into my passage, filling me enough to rub against my G-spot.

I spasmed around him, gasping on his cock as my vision whited out.

I made some kind of gurgling, moaning sound.

Davi’s impressive erection seemed to thicken, his piercings pressing against my lips.

Then his release blasted down my throat, hot and salty-sweet.

It took me a moment to come down from that, my head was spinning, my body still shaking from pleasure and trembling from exertion.

Licking the last drops from him, I pulled back, gently guided by his hand in my hair.

I looked up, my body still tightly clenched around the tip of his tail, and met the glow of his eyes.

“Sunshine, beautiful, sweet Sunshine,” was all he said, but it made me feel so cherished and cared for that my eyes started to fill with tears.

He had this smile on his lips, making his gruff face seem soft and open, a vulnerable part of him that he never shared with anyone.

“Here, I got you, Arianna,” he said, and then I was in his arms, cradled against his chest. He lay down, holding me tightly against him, a bulwark to keep out the rest of the world, the universe.

We should clean up and get dressed; the sex part was over, and now it was time to pull away…

but for the life of me, I really couldn’t.