Free Pirate's Price by Aubrey Ross Page B

laugh.
“Bliss has top notch security and guarantees the anonymity of her
clients. This is one of the safest places on Makar.”
    “I am not staying in a brothel.” Her cheeks
had flushed as they walked along the pleasure tier and he suspected
more than embarrassment contributed to her color.
    “Would you rather return to a lower level?
You seemed fascinated by --”
    She shoved him aside and strode into the
House of Bliss. The holographic receptionist flickered to life
behind her desk. “Welcome to the House of Bliss. Your room is
ready. Are you sure you don’t require a companion during your stay?
I can make suggestions based on your profile.”
    “No thank you, Celeste. The room is my only
requirement.”
    “Let me know if you change your mind.” The
image blinked out and Vihlok motioned toward the doorway directly
ahead. He waited until the light above the door was green,
indicating an empty passageway; then he opened the door.
    “I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here
before,” she grumbled. “You’re on a first name basis with the
holograms.”
    His cock ached so badly he could hardly
think. The corset accented her trim waist and displayed the
abundance of her breasts. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her
senseless and feel her hot pussy grip him as she came.
    He’d thought himself desensitized to the
sexually charged pleasure tier, yet watching her reluctant
fascination had been undeniably arousing.
    I’ll go down on you . Her whispered
offer had just about buckled his knees.
    Scanning open the door to his suite, he
swept her into his arms before the panel slid closed behind them.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips parted at the first
brush of his tongue. Striding across the sitting room, he set her
down beside the couch.
    “I want your mouth on me,” he told her in a
gruff, demanding tone.
    She kicked off her shoes and unfastened the
cloak, her gaze already gleaming. He nodded toward the sofa and she
sat down. Desperate for the pleasure awaiting them, he didn’t
bother to undress. He freed his cock and stepped between her legs.
She did the rest.
    One of her hands guided his shaft to her
mouth, while the other caressed his balls. He moaned and shuddered,
raking her hair with his fingers. Her lips were firm yet soft, her
tongue circled and explored. She stared up at him as he slid in and
out of her mouth.
    With a strangled growl, he pulled out and
urged her back across the couch. He kicked off his shoes and shed
his pants, while she took off her panties. She lifted her ankle to
the back of the sofa, obviously expecting him to fuck her. He had
something else in mind.
    He stared down at her, amazed at her sensual
beauty. Already she was far less inhibited than she’d been when
they first touched. She ran her hands down the insides of her
thighs, drawing his attention to her pussy. As if he needed
encouragement.
    Kneeling beside the couch, he kissed her
with more finesse, refusing to be controlled by his lust. The scent
of her arousal distracted him, lured him, and sabotaged his
determination to go slowly.
    Unable to ignore the pressure in his groin,
he climbed onto the sofa, carefully placing one knee on either side
of her head. She guided him down, taking his cock back into her
mouth as he buried his face between her thighs.
    Her movements were restricted by their
position, so he rocked his hips, sliding his shaft in and out. He
drilled her with his tongue, matching each thrust to the rhythm of
his hips. Her nails bit into his flanks as she writhed beneath
him.
    He was thundering toward completion and he
couldn’t seem to pull back. He took pride in his stamina, his
ability to completely satisfy his partner before he lost control.
Her mouth felt amazing and her eagerness obliterated his
composure.
    Grasping her hips, he latched on to her clit
and skillfully sucked. She cried out around his thick shaft and
trembled within his hold. Searing pleasure burst within him,
stealing his breath as