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  “Devon,” she asked, her tone playful, “am I allowed the use of a bed this time?”

  He grinned at her. “If I get to be on my knees in front of your face, we can be anywhere you want.”

  Julius laughed. “I’m glad her bed is as big as it is.”

  She toweled off, her movements quick and jerky, anticipation firing through her like an electric pulse. She wanted to hurry to her bed. Wanted to make certain she got there before the men changed their minds and decided they couldn’t handle being with her at the same time. She couldn’t wait to feel Devon in her mouth and Julius in her pussy.

  Devon walked out the bathroom door and into her room first. Julius, catching her by surprise, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. “You weigh damn near nothing, woman.”

  Lucy let him carry her without a fuss, the urge to giggle countered by her delicious view of his backside. She slid a hand down his back, her nails scratching with light pressure so that she left little red trails. Julius sucked in a breath at the sensation, and she could imagine his cock swelling.

  A stinging smack on her ass caused her to flail in alarm. “What the hell?”

  Devon’s chuckled. “I couldn’t resist. It’s such a sexy little ass.”

  Julius reached around, bringing his hand soundly against the other cheek of her rear. “Oh yes, that does feel good on the hand, doesn’t it?”

  She sucked in her breath, surprised by the mixture of pleasure and pain. She’d never been much of a masochist, especially since it meant giving up a certain level of control to her partner. Until she’d fucked Devon, she’d always been the one in control. Lucy liked it better that way—or at least she used to. She was starting to see the appeal in such sexual acts.

  Julius laid her down on the bed and she looked around to find Devon. He was kneeling at the other end of the bed, watching her with that hungry predator's look in his eyes. He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her to him.

  Gracefully, Lucy rolled to her stomach and got on hands and knees. Her eyes were riveted on the erect cock jutting out from Devon. She crawled toward it, reveling in the feel of the silk against her bare skin. When she was within reach, Devon tangled a hand in her hair, dragging her face to his cock.

  She pulled away, taking a moment to locate Julius. When he wasn’t in sight, she turned to Devon with a puzzled look.

  “Bathroom,” he informed her.

  Reassured, she let him pull her back to his cock. Lucy traced the tip of the head with her tongue, pleased at the pre-cum on it. She spent a moment licking it off, rolling her tongue around on his smooth skin, savoring the taste of his arousal. When she was done, she bent her head to trace her tongue up the underside of his length, from base to tip. Bringing a hand up, she cupped his balls. She took first one, then the other into her mouth, making him groan with pleasure. The texture of the skin on his balls was so different from his cock that she found it erotic to run her tongue across them.

  The mattress gave a little behind her, signaling Julius’ return. “Start without me, did you?” His words were teasing, his voice was gruff.

  “Just warming up while we waited,” Devon said.

  Irritated that his voice sounded so level, Lucy wrapped a hand around his dick and deep throated him in one fluid movement. The hiss of shock that reached her ears left her feeling very smug. It didn’t compare to the surprised jerk she gave when she felt Julius’ tongue slide against her pussy.

  For the next few minutes she bobbed her head up and down, letting Devon’s dick slide across her tongue in rhythm to Julius tongue in her pussy. It was carnal heaven, and sheer pleasure rolled through her every minute of it. When her pussy muscles tightened, sending a spasm through her, she issued a muffled cry around Devon’s member. Lucy was afraid for a moment that she’d bit him, but he only urged her back into rhythm.

  The sensation of Julius’ mouth disappeared, and she whimpered in protest. She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want the pleasure to stop. Soon, though, one of his hands grasped her hip. The head of his cock, complete with the familiar feel of latex, pushed against her entrance.

  So, that’s what he’d been doing in the bathroom. She managed the thought just before he thrust into her, sending her brain into overdrive.

  It took them a moment to find their rhythm. Lucy finally settled on letting Julius’ thrusts rock her. The room was a symphony of moans and groans, with her voice being the constant baseline. It was sexual hell and bliss, all in one, to be used by the two men at once. She wanted more control, but was enjoying the sensation of being used in such a thorough manner to demand anything different.

  Devon began moving his hips, and she felt his cock thicken as he prepared to come. Her pussy tightened in anticipation. The sensation of his cock throbbing in her mouth last night had been a complete turn on, and she wanted to feel it again. Though, concentrating on that fact was difficult when Julius was bringing her to the edge as he pounded into her.

  Oh gods yes, this feels fucking great!

  Julius gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging in. A ripple of pleasure at the small pain sent her into another orgasm. Her throat tightened around Devon and he gave a loud roar. His dick began jerking inside of her, the hot liquid running down her throat. She swirled her tongue against him, loving the feel of his fingers as they roughly tangled in her hair.

  Another wash of pleasure radiated over her as Julius let out his own groan, his dick throbbing deep within her folds. She let Devon fall free from her mouth as she came, her pussy clenching Julius’ cock in tight spasms. Her whole body felt like it was a comet, burning in the atmosphere; bright and fierce. She hadn’t come this hard in years. As they lay there in a mass, panting and hearts pounding, Lucy smiled.

  “That,” she said between breaths, “was a-fucking-mazing.”

  “Agreed,” mumbled Julius, his head pillowed on her hip.

  “If I was a smoker, I’d need that proverbial cigarette.” Devon’s voice rumbled from under Lucy’s head, where she’d curled up on his chest.

  This, Lucy thought, was a perfect way to end the night.

  Chapter Eight

  Lucy pushed away from her seat and sighed in a mixture of contentment and wistfulness.

  “You alright, Captain?” Chiron eyed her from his station at the wheel.

  Feeling no desire to explain what she didn’t understand, she nodded. “Just looking forward to pay off. I told the boys I paid sixty-three gold apiece for them.”

  Chiron’s face betrayed no emotion, but she could see his eyes light up with laughter. She often left the gold in his care, knowing only an idiot would attempt to steal from the huge man. He not only kept it near, but also kept a running tally on the contents and how much was used, when and where.

  She rose and stretched, letting out another sigh. Her body was comfortably sore—the kind of sore that should keep her happy for another few weeks. She was going to miss those men, more than she cared to admit. How had she gotten so attached already? She wasn’t, however, going to enjoy watching the crew that could have been a decent payload walk off. Oh well.

  She flipped on the intercom. “This is Captain Lucy Verr, we will be docking on Prodigus in the city of Primus in fifteen minutes. I want my crew on standby. No sightseeing boys! We unload and leave.”

  Lucy switched off the intercom, checked to make sure everything was in order one last time, and headed down to the hull. Both Devon and Julius’ fathers were at the port, waiting for their sons return. They had been contacted earlier in the morning, and instructed to bring finances so the gentlemen could “pay back the nice captain for her goodwill”. Strangely, it came to the same amount as what she’d told the men she’d paid for them.

  The merchant crew was waiting in the hull, bubbling with excitement. More than a few of them knew how close they’d come to a life of slavery. They did, however, swear to Devon and Julius that they wouldn’t say a word of it. Not a one of them mourned for Mr. Krautz once they found out about h
is underhanded deceit.

  When she entered the hull, both of the men smiled at her. Julius approached her first, handing her a piece of paper. Devon watched calmly from a distance.

  “What’s this?” She studied the information carefully for a moment. “Contact information?”

  Julius grinned. “Well, we had so much fun that we decided we’d like to do it again at some point. If ever you want us to go star skimming with you, just use this information to contact us. It’s our personal contact details to our direct lines.”

  Flushing with pleasure, Lucy folded the paper into a careful square and tucked it into her back pocket. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied in a steady voice.

  The ship shuddered slightly as the docking apparatus locked on. Steeling herself for anything, Lucy took up her position in the middle of the hull, her shoulders stiff. With a nod, she signaled for the hull doors to be lowered. Sunlight flooded in and, moments later two older men surged in. She could only assume they were the fabled fathers and she noted that the hull’s door hadn’t even lowered all the way yet.

  Lucy Verr watched as the men hugged each other, exchanging news and proclamations of love. For a moment, she missed her own dad with an intense longing. She made a mental note to contact him and ask him to sail with her for a couple of weeks. It would most certainly make him a happy man. So long as he quit pestering her for a grandchild to “inherit the family business”.

  Devon turned to the waiting crew members. “Unload your personal belongings and then head straight home for some paid vacation time.”

  The crew gave a hearty cheer. Soon the hull was engulfed in a flurry of motion as Lucy Verr’s crew helped them unload trunks, including Julius and Devon’s.

  “Captain?” One of the men who’d come aboard to greet the missing heirs was in front of her. From his tall and dark looks, though graying at the temples, she assumed he was Devon’s father.

  “Yes, Sir?” She waited for him to berate her. Or at least huff over the cargo that was being left aboard her ship.

  “Thank you for bringing my boy back.” Tears of gratitude where in the old man’s eyes.

  Her answering smile was filled with warmth. “It was my pleasure to make their acquaintance, I assure you.”

  Devon walked over and handed her a hefty bag of gold. She didn’t count it, though she did frown momentarily at its weight. They’d given her more than the agreed upon price, but she wasn’t about to say a word. Before she could thank him, he drew her into a deep kiss.

  “You’d better use that number within six months, or I’ll hunt you down myself,” he warned her.

  Before she could answer him, Julius walked up, pushed Devon to the side, and swooped her into his arms. The kiss he gave her was softer, sweeter, but no less sexy. When he released her, she stood breathless.

  “Goodbye, Lucy.” His voice was strong, but his eyes looked sad.

  Lucy felt her own sadness at their departure welling up. Shake it off, ol’ girl. “Goodbye to the both of you. Don’t let me catch either of you in jail again.” She stifled a laugh when both the fathers shot their boys hard looks.

  “Jail?”

  “It’s not what you think, Dad.” Julius turned wide eyes on his father. “We didn’t do anything, promise!”

  She laughed as they left, Julius trying to explain the entire way, Devon walking along in quiet stoicism. Minutes later, everyone was clear and her crew was standing back in the hull.

  “ Ready, Captain?” Styx looked her over, his eyes confessing his worry.

  Lucy flashed him a sad smile, pulling the paper from the back of her pants. Oh, she’d be calling them. She’d wait for a bit, make them worry, but in three months…

  “Yes, Styx.” Her voice was almost a purr of pleasure as she thought about what she was going to put those men through. “Give the order, we make ready to sail in twenty minutes. I want to be swimming in the stars by lunch.”

  Swimming in the stars and dreaming of what she planned to do next time she saw them. Now that she thought of it, maybe she wouldn’t mind a child. Especially not a child fathered by the two of them. Yes, their next meeting would be very eventful indeed.

  The End

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