Page 36 of Black Star

“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 Starbelieves 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.”

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