Heavy Load Ch. 03

Cas gave a meaningful glance to her wrists beneath the leather of his belt. "Well, you're welcome to try."

The woman glowered again for a moment, but then her gaze shifted to something a little more devious, green eyes lighting up like a traffic light. "Are you a gambling man, Captain?"

Cas' eyes narrowed. "Odds aren't usually on my side."

"Oh, but you seem like a man who likes to go against the odds."

Cas tilted his head to the side. "What exactly are you proposing here, Mercedes?"

"Just a little fun." Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment. Not the way Roxy's did, all wanton and sweet. No, there was something calculated and a little dangerous going on behind those dark, thick lashes. Cas was just interested to figure out what it was. "I want a rematch."

Cas chuckled. He knew Nova Company's reputation well enough. An all-female mercenary corps that recruited exclusively from the hardest, grimiest industrial planets down in the Hubworlds at the centre of the Cluster. Ruthless and brutal, with only their code of honour stopping them from murdering anyone and everyone who so much as looked at them in the wrong way. They were the toughest soldiers for hire in the Cluster. Most destructive, too.

"Not gonna fight you," Cas said immediately.

"Coward."

"No." Cas struck out a finger, wagging it at her pointedly. "I've tangoed with Nova girls before. Come out of it alright." He paused, thinking of another scar that stretched from his ankle all the way up to his inner thigh. "Well, mostly alright. But you, little lady..."

She sneered at his turn of phrase.

"You," Cas continued, "have been in a cyro-chamber for fuck knows how long. Took a good knock to the head from a pipe wrench not long after coming out of it. You're not in any position to be throwing down with a man like me right now. Plus..." he smirked. "I don't need any more of your pussy juices on my pants. Roxy's jealous enough as is."

"Take your clothes off then," she suggested, her voice dripping with smoke and honey. "I'm naked too. Only fair."

Cas let his gaze pour over the curves of Mercedes' body beneath the blankets again, then touched the place at his neck where her teeth marks still made imprints in his skin.

"Nah." He pushed himself up off the bed, turning for the door. "Me and my throat are pretty attached, if it's all the same to you."

He got two steps towards the door before she called out to him again.

"What if we made it more interesting?"

Cas paused, cursing himself even as he did it. But if they were talking more interesting...

She'd been right. He did tend to have a thing about going up against certain odds.

"I'm listening."

When he turned to her again, her gaze was perfectly wicked.

"Your blonde was right about coming out of stasis," she purred. "You've got no idea what it does to a woman. All that blood heating up, rushing around..."

Cas clenched his jaw, his cock leaping up as he recalled the way Roxy had taken it into her mouth only a few minutes after unfreezing.

"I've got a better idea than you think."

"Then let's say we sweeten this deal, hm?"

"I'm...listening."

"Must be lonely, running this big empty ship all on your lonesome. And now you've got a perfectly fuckable woman here, naked in your bed..."

"Not an unusual occurrence," Cas pointed out. "You did meet Roxy, didn't you?"

Mercedes only grinned. "The blonde is cute, Captain. But while you might've fought Nova Company girls, I'll bet you've never fucked one before."

Bad idea. Cas could hear the words repeating in his head over and over again, louder with every iteration of them. Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad. Idea.

"You were talking about fightin', not fuckin'," he pointed out, feeling his cock swell up to its full length and girth nonetheless.

"Still am," Mecedes assured him with a wink. "Winner gets to be on top."

Cas stood there for a moment, letting the wheels of his brain turn round and round. Winner got to...

Hell. He'd take those odds any day.

"No biting." He laid the rules out for her as he pulled himself across the bed, reaching for the bindings at her wrists. "And if you hit me below the belt, I'll take you over my knee and tan your ass with it."

"Seems we've had this entire conversation below your belt, Captain." Mercedes' wrists twitched beneath said belt as Cas' fingers set about unwinding it. "But sure. No dirty stuff. I can agree to that."

Cas smirked. "I didn't say no dirty stuff."

"An admirable omission," Mercedes agreed, matching his grin. "But if we're fighting fair, we really ought to talk about your clothes."

Cas looked down at his kit, then back at the brunette. "They're nice clothes."

"Nice enough." Mercedes moaned deeply with pleasure as Cas finally tossed the belt aside, freeing her from her bindings. "But who knows what kind of weapons you could be hiding beneath those layers."

She reached for his crotch, shifting out from beneath the blankets and onto her knees to take his hard, thick cock into her grasp beneath the fabric of his trousers.

"Goodness, Captain," she sighed breathily, closing her eyes and gripping his dick tight. "I've found one already."

Cas closed his eyes for a moment, letting the brunette work her body against his. Her tits pressed against his chest as she popped open the rest of the buttons on his shirt, unfastened his pants and helped him shrug the clothes away, all the while keeping her hold on his cock tight.

"You sure you wanna fight?" Cas breathed, kicking his pants to the floor and feeling her body against his. She was still a little cool to the touch from her time in stasis, but warming up awful quickly.

"Would it be any fun if we didn't?" Mercedes teased, leveling her lips to his until they were just barely brushing together in the ghost of a kiss.

Cas smirked, his eyes popping open as he took her shoulder and waist in his hands. He threw her to the bed with ease, pinning her beneath him and clasping his hand over her cunt. There was no cold there, no remnants of the chill of cyro-stasis. Just heat and wetness, the dark curls of a landing strip guiding his hand down to the smooth, clean-shaven lips between her thighs.

"If you insist," Cas said before crushing her mouth beneath his own in a deep, passionate kiss. His fingers slipped inside her, index and middle finger plunging hard into her pussy then pulling up in a come-hither motion to stroke at her g-spot.

Her hips bucked violently beneath his hand at the sensation. An intense moan from deep in her throat was muffled by his kiss.

When he finally pulled his mouth away from her, his grin was triumphant.

"Come on, Merc. You could at least try and make it hard."

Her eyes were closed as she rode his hand, surrendering to the pleasure his fingers were giving her for a moment. Then, before he knew what'd hit him, she wound her fingers around the wrist of the hand he was fingering her with, yanking him down and throwing him to the mattress in return.

Mercedes rolled, pressing down on his shoulders with her knees to pin his back to the bed. She moved over him, feline and predatory. Cas stared up at the dark pink of her pussy, so wet it was glistening and practically dripping, as she positioned it over his lips.

Her own lips released a purr as they came to his cock, hovering just over the swollen glans. "Looks like it's hard enough already, Captain. But if you insist..."

Mercedes' mouth and hips moved in tandem, one dipping down to suck the tip of Cas' cock between her lips, the other lowering her soaked pussy onto Cas' lower face. He stuck his tongue out, moaning into her cunt as he lapped at her juices, sticky, hot and honey-sweet. She smelled incredible, jasmine and brown sugar, and tasted just as good.

Cas could hardly keep his head straight. One moment, he was navigating the wet folds of the brunette's cunt with his tongue, completely focused on her pleasure. The next, he was bucking his hips up to thrust his cock deeper into the warm, hungry set of lips that sucked him so perfectly, it nearly made his blood boil with every flick of her tongue along the sensitive edge of his tip. The combination of these two sensations, the giving of pleasure and the receiving of it, would have normally been enough to keep Cas's brain completely occupied for hours as he melted into the pleasure of it all.

But Mercedes hadn't asked him for two hours of 69-ing until they both dissolved into stardust and cum. She'd asked him for a fight. Cas might've been a horny, cunt-addicted bastard, but he was also a competitive one. And every moment he spent tasting Mercedes' slick, perfect cunt while she swallowed his dick was another moment he could've been throwing her off of him and showing her exactly what kind of trouble she'd really gotten herself into, trying to tussle with a man like him.

Not to mention, of course, that the way her throat massaged her cock while her pussy throbbed around his tongue was just a reminder of how much he'd like to turn her around, hold her down by her hips and plunge his dick into her hot, wet hole as well.

With a growl, Cas remembered how his muscles worked for just long enough to lift her hips up off of him so he could toss her forward. She somersaulted over him, landing hard on her back-though his cock was lodged so deep in her throat that she didn't quite manage to release him from it. Grunting with pleasure, Cas took advantage of the way she choked on his dick in surprise, using the thickness of his shaft and the strength of his hips to keep her pinned to the bed while he dove back onto her cunt. He pressed her body beneath his and thrust his cock even deeper into her greedy, tight throat while he sucked her clit into his mouth and between his teeth.

"Mmmph!" Mercedes moaned, her throat contracting around his cock while her hips wiggled violently.

Cas gave her two more thrusts for good measure before he finally withdrew from her lips, leaving her gasping for air and panting with need.

"Oh, fuck you, Cas Dawson," she snarled. "You fucking-"

He cut her off with a particularly well timed lash of his tongue against her clit, lapping at her wildly until her whole body was seizing and spasming.

"Yeah, fuck you too, darlin'." He sank his cock back into her gaping lips and was rewarded by the slurping sound of Mercedes vacuuming his tip back down her throat all over again. He let out a half-strangled moan before catching himself. "Fuck you too."

From his new dominant position, pleasure management was a considerably easier task. Cas measured out the thrusts of his cock down the brunette's throat, plunging hard and deep, until he could tell she was desperate for a breath. Then, while she was gulping down air, he took advantage of her clit, wrapping his arms around her thighs to spread the soft, slick lips of her pussy with one hand and plunge two fingers into her with the other.

Several times, Mercedes tried to buck him off of her again, but to no avail. She should've known better than to ever allow Cas the upper hand. A near-perpetual underdog, once Cas had an advantage, he didn't give it up easily. Especially not when there was a hot mouth to be fucked, a hot cunt to be licked, and a hot load of cum to be pumped into whatever hole Cas decided to take when he finally made Mercedes orgasm so hard she'd have to admit that he had won.

He could feel it building up against his tongue, a throbbing and clenching that was accompanied by a series of moans every time pulled his cock out of Mercedes' mouth long enough to allow her to breathe. Cas doubled his efforts, teasing it out of her even when he could feel her actively fighting against it. She wrapped her thighs around his neck, her taut calves crossed tight as they bounced against the back of his head, but she didn't have the angle she needed to choke him out, and Cas didn't plan on giving it to her.

The only thing she was getting from him was the hardest, most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Until, of course, he spread her thighs beneath him so he could make her come all over again.

"Aah!" Mercedes cried out, throwing her head back with the sheer force of her pleasure as Cas finally felt the orgasm break through her. Her body stiffened like he'd just sent an electric shock coursing through her nervous system. Her cunt tightened around his probing fingers until he wasn't sure that he'd even be able to withdraw them again.

Cas took advantage of the brunette's open mouth to sink his cock between her lips a final time, keeping her orgasm going with his tongue while he fucked her throat hard and rough. Some women wouldn't have been able to take the intensity of it all, but if anything, it only made Mercedes come even harder. Her throat clenched around him just as hard as her cunt was gripping and gushing around his fingers. It milked his cock with every desperate swallow until he felt his own cum rushing up out of his balls.

He shot deep into her throat, filling her stomach directly, then pulled out so he could pour the rest of his seed onto her tongue. In her orgasmic fervor, Mercedes was as cum-hungry as they came. She sucked him through his orgasm, teasing his tip with her tongue as she frantically lapped up every drop of his semen she could.

"Ah." Cas sighed with relief, letting his cock twitch a few final times against Mercedes' tongue until he finally laid down a gentle slap on her cunt, making her whole body seize up all over again. He rolled off of her with another pleased sigh. After taking a few seconds to breathe while he grinned up at the ceiling in triumph, Cas looked up at the brunette with his usual smug, bastard's smile.

"Say, darlin'. Remind me of what I won?"

The brunette pouted prettily, obviously distraught that she'd been bested. "I think you remember well enough, Captain."

"Ah, but see..." Cas turned himself around, shifting so he could lay next to her, side by side. He propped himself up on one elbow, resting his cheek on one hand while he played with the dark, sweat-soaked curls at the base of her neck with the other. "I think I'd like to hear you say it, is all."

Mercedes held his gaze for a moment, looking ravishingly defiant. But when her green eyes finally softened into something more sensual-looking, Cas had to admire her sense of honour almost as much as he admired her hunger for his cock.

A Nova Company commander and a hell of a fighter besides, he had no doubt she was a proud woman, but she knew when she'd been beat. And thanks to his sexual prowess, plus whatever horny bullshit those cyro-chambers did to women's bodies, she couldn't even pretend to be too sad about it. At least, not for long.

"You've beaten me, Captain," she breathed up at him, reaching up to trace the light stubble that lined his jaw. "So you get to be on top."

"Right. That's what I thought."

Cas wrapped a hand around the brunette's inner thigh, yanking her towards him while he threw his weight between her legs. Tracing her slippery, still-throbbing slit with the tip of his dick, Cas relished the way Mercedes rocked her hips up to meet him, teasing his cockhead lower, down toward the entrance of her cunt.

Cas smiled like the scoundrel he was, gathering up all of Mercedes' honey on his tip then plunging it lower still.

A flash of surprise danced through Mercedes' green eyes. "Captain!"

"You said I could be on top," Cas reminded her. "Never specified which hole."

Her eyes narrowed, still glittering. Cas could see her trying to pretend she didn't want it- trying and failing. He reached beneath her, tilting her hips up and spreading her ass so he could catch a glimpse of the tight pucker his cock was currently teasing around. She was wet enough, her pussy was dripping its juices down onto it already. With the way he'd already coated himself in more of the same, he wouldn't even have to use lube.

Mercedes only gasped, her back arching and fingertips digging into the mattress at the sensation of his dick teasing the tightness of her ass.

"Tell me you don't want it," Cas dared her, reaching up to run a thumb over one of her pert, dark pink nipples.

She hissed, then whimpered. "You're an asshole, Cas Dawon."

Cas clucked at her softly. "Nah, you're supposed to say, 'Don't fuck my asshole, Cas Dawson'. I can understand how you got the words mixed around, though. Given your current state."

He took the nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching it gently. Another gasp, followed by a buck of Mercedes' hips that nearly sank his cock inside her ass without him even helping it along. He let her ride out that wave of pleasure, applying a little more pressure to tease it to a peak, then let her come back down from it all over again in a torrent of moans and coos.

When Mercedes' green eyes finally flashed back up at Cas' again, there was nothing but wicked longing in her gaze.

"Please fuck my asshole, Cas Dawson," she begged sweetly. "After all, you've won the right, haven't you?"

"Mm." Cas' cock leapt up at the words. "One more time. Let's hear it again. Just for me."

She smiled, closing her eyes and wiggling her hips to settle his tip against her tight little rim. "Please, Captain. Please fuck my-"

"WHAT?"

A high, surprised yelp filled the air. Cas and Mercedes both snapped to the source of the sound. A curvaceous, half-naked and familiar blonde stood in the doorway, looking simultaneously outraged and enthralled with the scene splayed out before her.

Roxy. Well... fuck.

Cas didn't move a muscle as he tried to figure out how he'd explain what was going on. He knew how it looked: it looked like he was about to bury his cock so deep in the brunette's tan, muscled ass that her eyes would go crossed upon impact. And to be fair, that was exactly what was happening. So maybe, he didn't need to explain it after all.

On the other hand, Cas liked Roxy an awful lot. He hadn't done this with the intention of hurting her. Hell, he'd only just met the woman. Wasn't like they were going steady or anything. But he didn't want to hurt Mercedes, neither.

It was a rough turn, a real predicament, with only himself to blame. And with all of his blood currently keeping his cock stiff against Mercedes' ass, he wasn't sure he had the mental clarity to quite think himself out of it.

"Should've known better than to leave you two alone together," Roxy said, strolling across the floor of Cas room and holding them with her intense blue gaze. "Looking the way you do..." She glared at both of them. "Acting the way you do..." That glare was reserved for Cas in particular. "And knowing the things that stasis can do to a girl..."

Her gaze lingered on Mercedes. Lingered on the way the brunette's tits rose and fell with every heavy breath. The hold Cas still had on one dark pink nipple, still twisted slightly beneath his grip. The low, slender slope of Mercedes' muscled abdomen, a hard line cutting down from her ribcage toward her pelvis, guiding the gaze to the dark strip of pubic hair on her mound and the glistening of Mercedes' swollen clit peeking out from between her slick pussylips.

"I'm sorry, Roxy," Cas said, figuring the best way to sooth the blonde's hurt was to start apologizing from the get-go. "Never meant to do ya wrong, and I don't know how-"

"To make it up to me?" Roxy crossed her arms over her chest, her legs shifting into a wide stance as she posted up in front of the scene frozen before her on the bed. "Oh, Captain. Where would you even begin? I'm not upset that you're in here havin' sex with someone..."

Roxy's gaze slid over Cas and Mercedes' bodies again. Then, a satisfied grin curled one corner of her lip as she reached up to unbutton the shirt Cas had given her, tugging it away from her breasts as she crawled up onto the bed with them.

"I'm just annoyed you started without me."