Free Heat by R. Lee Smith Page B

was nearly a seizure. When he was able to lock down on his muscles again, Raven had come closer. She reached up between his thighs and took hold of him again. This time, Kane let his hands drop away. He didn’t even know if he believed her and he knew damned well he didn’t trust her, but this was eight days now and he did not care anymore.
    Raven squeezed, very lightly, testing him, and when he did not move, she crawled closer and took him into her mouth.
    Oh. Blowjob. That’s what they called that here. Kane had never experienced one before. It took a talented female and a very trusting male, and the life of an off-world criminal did not lend itself to either.
    She was licking at him, sucking as she stroked her fist up and down his length. No doubt she meant to be winsome in some way, but his tsesac was burning with acid seed, and he was almost insane with the need to be rid of it. He covered her hand with his and squeezed hard, snarling, “Faster!”
    Raven could be obedient when she wanted to be, clearly. She adjusted her grip at once to that of steely enclosure, milking him in movements that were ecstatically brutal, and she was right—just the fact that it was someone else was a help.
    And then there was her mouth. She sucked at his glans and slid her tongue beneath the thin slip-skin there, sometimes hard and sometimes gentle, drooling copiously to coat her hands with slickness. Every so often, she would nip at him very carefully, bringing a pleasure so immediate, it came almost as a physical blow.
    Kane felt his quick-cum bursting out of him—once, twice, and then in gratifying rhythm. He curled around her without thinking, his hands rising to rest on her bobbing head, too tired to even thrust at her. She sucked faster, her whole upper body rocking with her pumping motions. He was shooting quick-cum into her mouth at nearly every squeezing pull of her human hands, and she kept trying to draw back and swallow. He didn’t know the word for ‘drool’, or he’d have roared it full into her face. He could only clench her by the hair and keep her moving, grinding against her mouth as he felt climax nearing.
    She struggled up suddenly and let a mouthful of his own quick-cum and her drool spatter in ropes over his thighs and belly. She seized him in both hands and worked the mixture into his cock, and that, finally, brought on the explosion. Heat took him, and Kane threw back his head and screamed agony and ecstasy at the tree-cloaked sky.
    Raven sputtered back as his true-seed erupted out of him, spraying her jaws and her clothing with gouts of white. Kane slid his eyes open to watch her swipe at her face and then closed them again.
    Quiet fell. The rustle of branches, the distant drumming of insects, and his own ragged, wasted breath were all that Kane could hear. He thought he could sleep.
    “Are you okay now?”
    Kane smiled wearily. “I heard that.”
    He felt her stiffen. “Heard what?”
    “Is he sick and am I going to get it?” Kane opened his eyes and his smile broadened when he saw the trapped look in Raven’s eyes. “No,” he said. “I’m not. And no, you aren’t.”
    She looked at him a long time before nodding, and then she sat back and brushed at the drying stains on her clothing.
    Kane glanced at the timer on his monitor and felt a sleepy sting of surprise. She’d done in mere minutes what would have taken him hours to do on his own, and that with just her hands and mouth. That was good. Almost as good as rolling in the Flesh-halls of Jota, where Heat seasons lasted only a few hours of the day for maybe nine days a season.
    And where he had lain, Kane reflected as his eyes slid shut once more. Where he had lain floating on his back in a drift of bedding while one female rode him furiously and others rubbed and reached for him from all sides. Where the oils of mating coated every body to a high sheen, and the scent of musky sex could keep a man drugged for hours while females fought through