Authors: Stormy Glenn Lynn Hagen
The question was forgotten when Remy burst through the double doors in his third form. Blade still couldn’t get over how fucking scary the commander looked. He’d seen Remy shift before, but the man’s attention was always aimed elsewhere. This time, it was aimed right at him and the others.
“Does anyone else want some steak?” Remy growled. His large jaw opened and closed, and his teeth snapped together. “Because I’d be more than happy to feed you.”
Blade was the first one to tuck tail and run. He might be a badass in every sense of the word, but even he wasn’t stupid enough to take the offered steak.
Colt gulped. “No thanks.” He ran over and helped Tank to his feet, not an easy feat since the man was the biggest of them all. He wrapped an arm around Tank’s waist and hurried toward the doors.
“Peace out.” Crank was hot on their heels as they fought to get out of the mess hall doors. Blade fell into the wall when the ship took a slight dip.
“Get Tank back to the helm before our asses start freefalling,” Blade shouted at Colt.
Chapter 3
“Get your ass back to the bridge.” Remy growled as he watched his crew scurry to get out of the mess hall. He didn’t wait for an answer as he walked back into the kitchen. Gigi was bent over picking the utensils up, so Remy checked out the little man’s ass.
And what a fine little ass it was.
His cock rose higher as thoughts of sinking deep into the man’s tight-looking ass clouded his mind. He wondered briefly at how opposed Gigi would be to kitchen sex. There was a large, flat surface right in front of them. Sure, most people called it a countertop, but Remy called it an oasis to lay the small man down on and have his wicked way with him. His eyes snapped up when Gigi straightened and set the utensils on the counter.
So much for his oasis.
“The food should be ready soon. I have a few vegetables to reheat,” Gigi informed him as he stepped over a pot on the floor like it was no big deal. This intrigued Remy. If witnessing one of his crew members getting his ass handed to him didn’t faze the little guy, then what else was his little angel used to seeing?
Remy sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter, trying his best not to throw Gigi on top of it and fuck his brains out. This heat coursing through his body was a son of a bitch. Remy nonchalantly shook his leg out, hoping that alleviated some of the discomfort of having his cock at full-mast.
It didn’t help. In fact, it made his cock smack the underside of the counter, and a groan escaped his lips. Gigi spun around and stared at him with a spatula in his hand, grease hitting the floor as his mouth hung open slightly. Remy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
“I’m going to go sit down at the table.” Remy felt ridiculous as he backpedaled and gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. He was running from a man that he could squash like a bug. But he was still running.
“Is everything okay, Remy?” Gigi asked. “Don’t you want me to cock your dinner?”
Remy gasped. “What did you just say?”
Please let me have heard the little man correctly.
“I said, don’t you want me to cook your dinner?”
Remy sighed. He was losing his damn mind. “No, everything is fine, angel,” he said with a bit of disappointment.
“Then why do you look so angry?” Gigi frowned. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, of course not. It’s just—” Remy rubbed the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb as his thoughts took over.
It’s just because every time I look at you all I can think about is fucking you. Yeah, that would go over well. Gigi would probably run screaming from the room.
“No, I won’t.”
Remy stilled then blinked then slowly raised his head. Gigi stood there, red face and all, looking him straight in the eye. Remy blinked again. “You won’t what, angel?”
“I won’t run if you want to fuck me.”
Remy almost swallowed his tongue. It was a close call, too, because it felt like it was sticking to the top of his mouth as he tried to form some sort of reply. His cock, on the other hand, had no problem giving its response. It started throbbing, drops of pre-cum pooling on the head then slowly dripping down the sides.
Oh gods, he was fucking horny! Now that the offer was in front of him, he wasn’t so sure he should jump at it. He was trying his best to take care of this little man, and fucking him should be second on the list, with eating the first.
“Why don’t we get you fed first?” He said it with a straight face, which surprised him in his current state of arousal. Maybe he was losing his mind.
“If that’s what you want.” Gigi gave Remy his back as he grabbed the pot from the stove.
Remy had to get out of there before he changed his mind and let all of Gigi’s hard work go to waste. He backed out of the double doors, taking a steady breath once the little man was no longer in his sights. What in the hell was wrong with him? It was as if he was a prepubescent pup again with no control over his body.
Remy took a seat and yelped when the cold steel met his naked flesh. This was going to be brutal. Gigi pushed through the doors with two large plates in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face. Remy knew he made the right call when pride brightened up Gigi’s face.
“Now it’s hot, so be careful,” the angel of his dreams warned. “I’m going to go get us something to drink.”
Remy nodded as he tilted his head to the side and watched one fine-looking ass sashay away from him. Was there an extra sway in Gigi’s hips? Remy reached under the table and grabbed the base of his cock, counting to ten. When that didn’t work, he counted to twenty.
He released his erection and quickly pasted a smile on his face when Gigi walked back into the mess hall with two glasses of what looked like iced tea. He wished it was a stiff drink. He needed one right about now.
“Here you go.” The small man set one of the glasses in front of Remy.
“Thanks.” Remy winced when his voice cracked. He picked his fork up and noticed his hand trembling. He quickly shoved the fork full of food into his mouth, watching Gigi take a bite. He groaned when Gigi did. He knew the little man was groaning from the food, Remy was not.
“How is it?” Gigi asked as he chewed and swallowed his food.
“Fucking perfect,” Remy whimpered, “just so fucking perfect.”
Gigi blinked. “Are you talking about the food?” A blush crept over Gigi’s cheeks as he stabbed at his vegetables.
“That, too,” Remy admitted with a little wolfish grin. His fork fell from his hand and clanked against the table when Gigi opened his mouth wide, his tongue licking at the fork before his lips closed around the tines. His cock gave a deep throb as his mouth moved with Gigi’s, imitating the chewing Gigi was performing oh so well.
“Eat up.” Gigi pointed at Remy’s plate with his fork. “You’ve hardly touched yours.”
Oh, he’d touched his all right. As a matter of fact, he was touching it right now under the table. With his free hand, Remy picked his fork back up, forcing his eyes to look at his plate and not at the tempting minx across from him.
“So, how did I know that you wanted to fuck me?” Gigi asked conversationally.
Remy’s forked dropped again.
“Uh…”
“I mean, you certainly looked surprised when I brought it up, but I know I heard you clear as day.” Gigi frowned, his head tilting to the side. “But your lips didn’t move. Is that some sort of alien thing?”
“I am not an alien.”
“Oh really?” Gigi’s eyebrows shot up like he didn’t believe Remy. “Then explain the fur, the pointed ears, and the ten-inch cock that looks like both of my hands wouldn’t even wrap around it, ’cause we don’t have dicks like that back on Earth.”
Remy knew his face was red. He could feel it. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if his whole body hadn’t turned a dark shade of embarrassed. He swallowed hard and searched for anything to discuss except the size of his cock.
“You’re from Earth then?”
The righteous indignation in Gigi’s face slipped away as the man lowered his head to look down at his plate. Remy wished he had kept his big mouth shut. He just didn’t understand why Gigi was so frightened of anyone knowing he was from Earth. Lots of people were from Earth. It was no big thing. He’d rather talk about his embarrassing hard-on than see that frightened look on his angel’s face.
“So, do
you
like big cocks?”
Gigi’s head snapped up. He gaped for a moment before a soft flush filled his face and he nodded. “Yes,” Gigi whispered.
“Good to know.” Remy mentally patted himself on the back for changing the subject and getting that horrible look of terror off of Gigi’s face. He’d find out one way or another what Gigi was afraid of, but not today. Today he had other ideas on his mind. Ideas that involved big cocks, tight holes, and a whole lot of funky, mind-blowing sex.
Remy smiled and reached for his fork again. He cut into his steak and took another bite, chewing carefully. He made sure he kept his eyes glued on his plate and not the luscious man sitting across from him. He knew the steak was supposed to taste good, but at the moment, it tasted like sawdust.
“Are you playing with yourself under the table?”
Remy froze. That’s exactly what he had been doing, and hearing Gigi talking about it was edging him ever closer to an orgasm of epic proportions. He squeezed his cock tightly to keep from shooting.
“Um…”
“I can see your hand moving, and I know you’re naked. I saw you in the kitchen. You were hard as a rock.” Gigi shrugged just as Remy glanced up. “It’s no matter to me. I mean, if you want to play with yourself, that’s your business. I just wondered.”
“Uh…” Remy frowned. “Thank you?”
Gigi took another bite of his food. He looked up as he chewed. When he started waving his fork around, Remy knew he was in trouble.
“Of course, if you’re going to fuck me, I’d prefer that you waited. I saw how hard you were in the kitchen, and I’d rather have a hard dick in my ass than a soft one, you know?” Gigi waved his fork some more. “It just kind of adds something to it when the fucker is hard when fucking the fuckee.”
Remy blinked. His head was starting to hurt—both of them. One from denying himself the bliss that was Gigi’s body and the other because Gigi was speaking and confusing the hell out of him.
The only things he really understood from all of that were
hard dick
and
fucking
. Maybe the trick was to keep Gigi occupied so he couldn’t talk while getting what he wanted at the same time. “I plan to eat every last bit of this steak, so if you want me to keep my hands off my cock then I suggest you play with it, suck it, or ride it. Hell, I’m not that picky.”
Remy started coughing roughly when Gigi grinned and slid under the table. A moment later, wet hot silk enveloped the head of his cock. Remy dropped his fork and gripped the edges of the metal table as Gigi began licking him. He spread his legs, and Gigi scooted closer.
Oh hell, he was going to die, right here in the mess hall of his very own ship. And he couldn’t have cared less. His arm swung out, the dishes flying across the room, shattering against the wall as Remy reached under the table and grabbed Gigi by his arms.
“Get your ass up here.”
Gigi giggled as he climbed up Remy’s lap and then onto the tabletop. He wiggled his beautifully shaped ass in Remy’s face. Remy growled as he curled his fingers into Gigi’s waistband and yanked, the material shredding under his sharp claws.
Remy shook his right hand, concentrating on making the claws retract, at least slightly. He was anxious to sink deep inside of Gigi, but he didn’t want to purposely scar the man for life. Remy leaned back, allowing a string of saliva to escape his mouth and fall between the crease of the little man’s ass.