His cock twitched and he almost came. Taking a deep breath, he held back. He wanted to touch her some more, feel her a little longer first. And, most importantly, he wanted to come inside her.
Dykan’s fingers found the entrance to her pussy. He circled it for a while, listening to Kat’s groans before pushing his finger in and feeling her hot wetness. Slowly, he moved his finger deeper inside her. That did awaken Kat. Confused, she looked up at him with sleepy eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked hoarsely.
“Only making use of what is offered to me,” he replied with a low voice. He started pumping his finger in and out of her.
Kat buried her face in his chest and a moan escaped her mouth. She rubbed her pussy against him.
Dykan lifted her head so he could see her flushed face. “You want me to fuck you?” he whispered as need rushed through his body.
“Y-yes,” Kat stammered.
That was all the incentive he needed. He jumped up, rolled her on her stomach and pulled her up until she was on her knees. Standing right next to the bed, he positioned himself behind her and rubbed his cock between her folds, coating it with her wetness. Then he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and pushed himself in, all the way to the base.
Kat gasped, moaning with pleasure, while she fisted the sheets. His length and girth were almost too much for her, he knew, stretching her to the max. But he also knew she wanted this, wanted him.
Dykan grabbed her hips and started thrusting. This was pure fucking: it was hard, fast and deep. He grunted with every push and could no longer think, only feel. The sounds of moans, grunts, wetness and flesh against flesh filled the room.
“Your ass is as beautiful as your pussy,” he murmured, massaging the curves of her hips.
Dykan leaned over and lowered a hand to her pussy, sliding a finger over her clit. The touch made Kat jerk up.
“Come for me, my Kitten. Now,” he demanded, circling her pussy while squeezing her breast with his other hand.
Kat’s inner muscles tightened and she started to quiver uncontrollably. At the same time Dykan reached his peak.
“Kitten!” he groaned next to her ear.
Dykan stiffened and grunted as he pumped his seed inside her. When he was completely spent, he dropped onto the bed, taking her with him in his fall. Panting, they lay side by side, their limbs entangled.
Kat let out a breathy laugh. “That’s an interesting way to wake up. I was dreaming and then…I wasn’t.”
Dykan reluctantly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. “As long as it was me you were dreaming of.” He gave her ass a little smack with his hand, making Kat yelp out of surprise.
“Selvin to the captain.”
Dykan didn’t pull his gaze from his Kitten’s beautiful round backside as he answered his friend’s call.
“Yes, Selvin?”
“Just want to inform you that we are approaching Apron III.”
“Okay. Thanks, Selvin. I’ll be coming to the bridge soon.”
“Take your time. We are on hold for a place in the docking bay. Selvin out.”
Kat turned around to face him.
“What are you transporting to Apron III?” she asked curiously, sliding under the blankets.
Dykan shrugged. “Nothing special,” he answered briefly.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, then it must be something illegal.”
He gave her a piercing stare. “It’s none of your business.”
“So, something very bad and illegal,” Kat concluded from his reaction.
His eyes turned cold. “Drop it.”
“And something you’re ashamed of. Well, that’s interesting.”
Before she could blink, he was on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight, a hand wrapped around her throat.
“I’m not ashamed of anything,” he growled through clenched teeth, showing his fangs. “Don’t go too far, human.”
“Half-human,” she corrected. “Then tell me what you’re transporting.” Kat was absolutely not impressed by his physical superiority. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Okay, if you really want to know: Siloesian minerals,” he answered finally, dropping his hand and rolling off her. He stepped out of bed.
Kat sat up with a scowl on her face. “Siloesian minerals are very addictive. They’re drugs.”
Dykan shrugged once more. “People make their own choices. If they are too weak to stay away from drugs, it’s not my responsibility.” He turned his back to her and started to dress.
“And then it isn’t a problem? Because it only affects the weak?” She couldn’t believe he had just said that. Kat had seen the effects of Siloesian minerals on Earth when she had volunteered at a homeless shelter. Even though there had only been sporadic trade with other planets due to the war, somehow off-world drugs always found their way to Earth and to the poor people who got addicted.
“That stuff destroys people. Once you’ve tried it, you need more and more to get the same buzz. Do you know why people take it in the first place? Because that poison makes you forget your problems for a while. But guess what? After the drugs wear off, you still have the same problems, and one more because now you’re also addicted. Most of the people taking these substances have experienced horrible things in their lives, things they desperately want to forget. And they don’t have the credits or the power to get proper help. So, instead of getting the help they desperately need, they’re lured into trying an illegal substance by some money-hungry drug dealer who promises them the bliss of forgetfulness. And before they know it, they’re addicted and need the minerals every day because the withdrawal symptoms are horrendous. That doesn’t make them weak. That makes them victims. And you are part of the problem by transporting this stuff.”
“It’s just business,” he said emotionlessly, not turning around.
Kat shook her head in disbelief at the coldness in his voice. “It’s not just business, it’s about people. People with feelings and with loved ones. Damn it, Dykan, when did you stop caring?” Kat asked in a breathy voice.
“Caring about what?”
“Anything. Something or someone other than yourself.”
Dykan spun around. His eyes were glowing with anger.
“We live in a dangerous universe. Everyone has a sad story to tell, me included, but you don’t see me taking illegal substances, do you? I don’t make anyone take that stuff. My priority is earning credits so I can take care of myself and my crew. That’s caring enough for me. Those people you talk about, I don’t know them. They are not important to me. No one is, except me and my crew.”
This made Kat so mad. Was he really this self-absorbed bastard who was only looking out for himself and this crew? If that was true, he certainly didn’t care about her at all, she realized. Maybe he simply wasn’t capable of caring about anyone else and he didn’t feel the connection between them she felt. Yes, he liked her body, but perhaps that was it. And she was nothing more than a sex toy, just someone to keep his bed warm.
“My brother was right. You really are just a low-life space pirate.”
Calmly, he walked over to the bed and bent over. Holding her chin between his thumb and index finger, he lifted her head and peered into her eyes. His were glowing with anger.