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Hunter hadn't meant to start drinking, but after a few glasses of some horrid orange stuff call jet juice, he found himself outside in an alley with Fennec Shand, of all people. She'd been drinking too—he could smell it on her, along with the heady scent of leather and her own, warm, human scent he wanted more of.
"Where's your friend?" she asked.
Wrecker might have said something about going back to the ship. Hunter couldn't really remember, especially as Fennec Shand doubled in his vision. He wavered, having to steady himself against the wall, which just so happened to pin her against it.
"You know I don't like you," she said.
"I don't like you either," he grumbled out.
And yet as he drank he couldn't stop staring, and she had been staring back. Hunter knew he didn't have to like someone to want to know what it felt like to be in them, and he was worried for Omega, and yet…
"You're so beautiful," he murmured.
"You ain't bad yourself," she returned the comment. "Though the skull tattoo just screams that you're begging for attention."
Hunter didn't know when he'd started feeling so hot, like his clothes had to come off, or when burning, aching pressure began to build in between his legs, but he was pressing up against her, making her gasp.
"Maybe I am."
"You're pathetic," she said, grabbing his head, and kissing him, hands tangling in his hair.
Hunter lost himself in her hot lips and the press of her strong body against his. The sounds of people and speeders passing outside the alley became more like a buzzing he could drown it.
Hunter hadn't been with a woman in a bit, but he was too drunk to worry. He reached a hand down and around, grasping beneath her flared tunic to grab her ass and pull her tight against him. Her ass felt perfect against his hand.
Fennec moaned at being pressed up against him, and lifted up a leg to let him in between them. He didn't remember her gloved hand wrapping around his cock, but she had pulled him free, pumping him hard. It wasn't quite to his liking, the feeling too dry. And he pulled away, wincing.
"What, can't handle it rough?" she asked.
"I just like to get it wet before doing so."
"Amateur."
For some reason her teasing really turned him on, and he bristled, trying to hold back from—from… well, he was too drunk and lost in his bit of hatred to know just exactly what it was he wanted to do. But, oh, he needed to be in her, show her just what he could do. Besides, he knew he wasn't a bad size, either.
She came forward, perhaps to kiss him again, but Hunter shoved her against the durasteel. It took quite a bit of fumbling for either of them to pull her trousers down, but they eventually managed. Hunter lifted her up, bending her legs back as she held onto him, which perfectly exposed her pussy to him. Another human wouldn't be able to smell what he could, and he enjoyed the fact that only he could smell her heady wetness like this.
They both shivered as he grabbed himself, running the head of his cock through her throbbing entrance, up to her swollen clit, and back down again. His muscles had a pleasant burn from holding her, and his left arm burned even more as he held her with just that one in order to press a hand over her mouth as he pushed into her.
Hunter bit his bottom lip, holding in a cry from how good she felt around him. This position let him in till he was balls deep in her.
She was so hot, and wet, and she was tighter than she would have been in this position too. And oh, kriff, she made herself even tighter, Hunter having to press harder to kriff her.
She bit his hand, the pain sending heated tingles up his arm. Drawing his hand away, holding her in both arms now, Fennec pulled him in for a kiss. She tugged hard on his hair, till his scalp was stinging. And then she began to bite him, moaning into his neck as he pounded into her fast and hard.
Hunter had the vague recollection of someone stumbling into the alley, letting out a sound of disgust, and telling them to get a room, but Hunter was too hard, and too on fire to stop. Fennec just gave them a rather rude gesture that had Hunter laughing against her smooth, warm cheek.
"You really know how to move," Fennec complimented him in between grunts and groans as each thrust shoved her against the wall.
She did a good job pressing into him enough to not knock her head against the wall, and he could feel her abs and core working to hold her up.
"I guess being shot at for a living is good for something, right?" he commented.
They laughed together as best they could.
Hunter could usually last a decent amount of time, but the alcohol was so hot in his system that he swore he was getting close, hips thrusting faster.
He didn't know when Fennec's hand had ended up in his mouth, biting down on her fingers to try and keep from screaming, but he greatly enjoyed it. And she did too, it seemed, biting hard on her bottom lip.
She gave up on keeping in a cry. Hunter growled as she took her fingers from his mouth, but was rewarded as she pulled him into another kiss, the two of them moaning. The kiss was open-mouthed and sloppy, Hunter drunk and positively desperate. The wet fire in him was reaching new heights, like a pressure building and building.
Instead of faster he went harder, deeper, and was rewarded with Fennec coming on his cock with just a few more thrusts. Her teeth knocked into his as she repositioned her arms, finding a way to use them to bounce on him, even as she came.
Damn, she was hardcore.
Her walls were contracting around him, and he imagined the pleasure in her, bursting, and bursting, the oversensitivity.
Hunter pressed harder, his swollen balls lifting telling him he wasn't far behind.
A fierce cry was wrenched from him as he came, blinding white taking him over, a deep and beautiful ache pressing up from beneath his balls and out through his cock. Fennec held him tightly through it, letting him bite her lips to keep his voice down.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but his climax seemed to last forever, even as it was over too soon.
Before he knew it, Fennec was on her own two feet, pulling her trousers back up, and putting his spent cock away for him. She patted his pelvis, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest.
His muscles burned pleasantly from having held her weight the whole time they'd kriffed.
Her face was flushed, sweat dampening her forehead as it did his.
"I guess I'll see you later, tracker."
"I have a name," he growled.
She shrugged. "Don't care."
Before walking away, she spanked him, making him jump, and she laughed.
"Let me see that ass next time, will you? I want to make it all red."
Hunter blushed, but she probably couldn't see it in the dark night.
"What about yours?" he asked, words sounding so dumb to his ears, but really, he couldn't come up with anything else to say, not while he felt pleasantly light-headed.
"What about it?" she asked, backing down the alley. "You want to kriff it, or spank it?"
Oh, hmm…
"Uh…"
She laughed, waving goodbye.
Hunter tried rushing after her to at least get in a coherent sentence.
"Spank it!" he called. "Definitely spank it."
Someone else yelled (maybe just someone passing by), "Privacy's a thing, you know!"
Hunter, face flushed, went back into the bar to see if Wrecker had returned to look for him (he really couldn't tell how much time had passed).
It wasn't till the next morning when he woke up at one of the bar tables, face aching from being pressed against the durasteel, body sore from the awkward position he'd been in, head pounding, that he realized how stupid he'd been.
And yet, that orgasm had felt so damn good.