Good Enough to Lick, science fiction erotica
By Christina Stoke
copyrighted © 2011 Christina Stoke
Published by Allure Books, published at Smashwords
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*This erotic short story formally called, Callis.
Description: An escaped prisoner and a woman. He has nothing to lose. He sees want he wants and he takes it. No one can stop him. Least of all her. Possession, ravishment, lust, and love, fill this deeply dominating story of a man taking a woman, and making her his.
Chapter One
When Callis saw her, the first woman he'd seen in four years, he wanted to bellow his laughter aloud. So loud that God in his angry heaven would sit up and take notice. That rapacious God, which had dealt his life so severe at every turn, appeared suddenly to have turned suspiciously generous. His eyelids lowered into slits, hooding his brown eyes, as he wondered what price God would extract for this generosity.
Her flesh smelled sweet and young, and he knew she would taste as good. She was simply drop-dead exquisite, and not in a slimy sophisticated way. A feminine mouth, soft pearly eyes, breasts that were rounded and shaping her vest in an enticing eye-catching way.
This one was a woman. Purely feminine to his male. Small, yet willowy curving body parts all over. She had a handful of an ass, tight and round. Her hips were there, something to grab onto. All packaged in creamy white skin, fluffy shoulder length tawny hair, and hazel eyes that were vivid in blues and greens.
She also had a man. Or he had her. Tall man, rough looking man with tired eyes. That man of hers would have a cruel streak a mile deep, Callis thought. Then, he used his muscular wrists to rattle the heavy chains he was restrained under and his woman glanced at him for the first time.
Her gaze reacted instantly, returning again to check and make sure she liked what she saw. He knew he was a hard man to look at. To gauge. Although, his chicky was not investigating him for intellectual stimulation. She was rechecking his attractiveness to her. Six-foot tall, two hundred twenty pounds of tough male muscle. Turned her head.
Oh yeah . . . there was interest there. Here. Together. Both sides. What a vicious trick God played on him, to send him something this beautiful owned by another guy. Owned being the appropriate word. His baby chicky didn’t like the guy. Too rough . . . perverted by the looks of him. Hmmm, Christ, she smelled good enough to lick.
“That big bad-assed bald guy over there is named, Callis, chained in that cage. He's a prisoner, and everyone here is ordered to stay at least five feet from his cage,” Captain Rith stated to the group of people gathered in the transport bay.
Candy looked at the prisoner again, who had brown bedroom eyes and lips that were immorally full for a man, but strikingly masculine. He was a body builder, a welterweight, a man of physical endurance. Strong. Powerful. Hard.
“Getting your eyes full?” Bonner rasped into her ear as his large hand clamped over the back of her neck with a heavy and possessive squeeze. Candy winced, but didn't move. Trying to shake it off would have brought unwanted repercussions, so she endured. No choice really. She licked her lips, lowering her gaze downward, not moving otherwise.
The tongue Bonner used to wet her ear was hot and invasive as he crowded his hip against hers, letting her know he was hard. Cock stiff in his pants. Waiting. Soon. Always soon. Too soon . . . too fast . . . too hard.
The others left the cargo bay to find their compartments, but Bonner held her back. He forced her head upward and she could see that he wanted sex. Now. His eyes dripped with it. He wouldn't be denied. Candy glanced at Callis over Bonner’s shoulder, suddenly knowing she didn't want Callis to see this. But that was Bonner’s point . . . that was Bonner’s need.
“Not here,” she tried foolishly, even as Bonner shoved her downward onto her knees. He grabbed her shirt as she lowered, tugging it upward over her breasts. Baring them. Right there in front of Callis, behind them. Still, Callis probably couldn't see, because she knelt in front of Bonner’s legs. But of course then Bonner grabbed her hair like a leash, tugging her around on her knees. Crawling. Then, Callis could see.
Bonner’s cock was hot. Thin and hot. It smelled of sweat and piss. She'd always been grateful for the thinnest of it. As he pressed it to her lips, he pushed his body forward, bending over her head to grab the edge of her skirt from behind. He pulled her skirt up, revealing her panties. Buttocks bent over to take his cock, jamming into her mouth as he held the back of her head. Then, her panties were suddenly ripped. She gasped around Bonner’s cock in heedless refusal. Naked buttocks beneath Callis’s gaze.
Tears filled her eyes as she tried not to gag, and take Bonner’s cock as fast as he wanted her too. Bonner called this love. Hot. Fast. Sex, waiting to be caught by anyone passing by. Watched by Callis. Bonner called this love. Then, Bonner ejaculated into her throat, holding the head of his cock against her thorax as her mouth filled with hot meat. She tried to swallow. But it dribbled.
“Shit you are good, Candy baby,” Bonner gasped, as she panted over him with her naked buttocks lifted to Callis behind her. Prisoner. Rough. Tough. Looking at her. Gauging her from behind.
Voices sounded and Bonner pushed her away, zipping up his pants. She didn't move, bent on her hands and knees, looking at the floor. The voices sounded closer, and then abruptly the sound of chains rattled harshly behind her. Her body jerked as if waking up at the sound Callis made with his chains, and she lifted her upper body to pull her shirt down over her breasts as she knelt in front of Callis with her back to him.
“Get up, it’s the Captain,” Bonner ordered harshly. Now he cared.
Candy came to her feet. Wobbly legs with her head bowed. She wiped Bonner’s cum off her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. Nowhere to go. Bonner would have caught her. She heard Callis rattling his chains behind her. More. More.
“Shut up, you prick!” Bonner yelled.
The pounding of the chains was a snapping sound. Callis was tugging on his chains with a steady pounding beat. Louder. Faster. Forcing her too . . .
“Quit looking at the guy!” Bonner shouted as he grabbed her wrist and hauled her from the room.
“Good enough to lick,” Callis whispered.