by Mina Carter
“Johnny,” he told her again, crawling up her body as the spasms died down. She barely had time to think before the thick, broad head of his cock pressed against the slick entrance to her pussy. Arms wrapped around her in a powerful embrace, he fisted a hand in her hair and made her look up at him. “Johnny. That’s what I want you to scream.”
He punctuated the demand with a rough shove, burying his cock halfway in her cunt in one quick movement. She caught her breath, trying to process the pleasure and feeling of fullness as her tissues were forced to part around him. God, he was big. Far bigger than Jason or any of her one-night lays. So big that if he hadn’t prepared her, she’d be hurting more than needing right about now. Even so, she was stretched to the limit. If his cock had been a micron wider, it would have brought tears to her eyes.
He stopped, registering her open palms against his bare chest, and leaned in.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise,” he whispered against her lip, then kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss as much as he made love to her mouth with his. A hot torrent of erotic pleasure as he thrust and teased her with his tongue, licking and nipping at her lips before taking over with a power and control that thrilled her. All the while he held himself still over and in her with inhuman control.
Finally she relaxed, kissing him back with just as much passion, and clenched her pussy around his thick shaft. Growling into her mouth, he started to move, seesawing himself into her with short, sharp movements. With each friction-filled slide she gasped, until he was in her to the hilt. His cock throbbed and pulsed as it pressed against her pussy walls, the pressure exquisite.
“That feel good, little human?” His words were soft against her ear as he kissed along her neck, letting go of her hair in favor of sliding his hand down her front to cup her tit again. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple again, arching her back for more. The movement shifted his cock inside her and they both groaned.
“Yes…yes. Please, for fuck’s sake, move!”
It was like her words opened the flood gate. Nipping her ear one last time, he shifted to brace his hands either side of her head as he pulled back. His next thrust was long and hard, his balls slapping against her ass as he filled her completely. Time and time again he thrust, setting up a hard, fast rhythm. The power and control in his strong body fascinated her as she wrapped herself around him, arms around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his hips. The fact he was a bot fell away and she let herself dream that this was for real, not a four-day interlude from reality.
Even though he’d already brought her to release once, it didn’t take long for the familiar tension to fill her again, faster and more intense than before as he ground his pelvis against her clit, trapping it between them. She gasped, a loud and hard sound as the first spasms of another orgasm threatened.
“Fuck…yes! Yes!”
He did it again. Slamming into her and grinding his hips. Her eyelids dropped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head under the sheer erotic pleasure. Once, twice…she just needed a little more to tip her over the edge. Just a little more.
“Come for me, little human,” he growled as he pulled back again. The muscles in the forearms by her head bunched as he mangled the sheets in his fists, dropping his head to claim her lips in a brutal kiss as he thrust into her again.
She screamed, the sound lost in his mouth. Her climax hit her broadside, like a shuttle at light speed, crashing into and over her, sweeping everything else away as it filled her with mind-numbing pleasure. He grunted as her walls clamped around his cock and tore his lips from hers. Panting, he rumbled her name as he unleashed the power of his solid frame. His hips slammed into hers, the thick drive of his cock into her cunt and the slap of his balls against her ass elongating and drawing out her release.
He managed three heavy thrusts. The cords stood out in his neck as he faltered on the fourth, then drove into her with one last, brutal push. A curse was torn from his lips as his cock jerked and pulsed within her as he came, bathing the neck of her womb in what seemed like an unending torrent and tripping yet more aftershocks to roll through her.
Yes, she decided as she stroked the back of his neck and muttered soft words, she was really going to enjoy the next few days.
5
Shit. If that hadn’t been the best lay of his life, then he didn’t know what was. Blinking gray spots back from his vision, Johnny shifted his weight so that he didn’t crush the delicate woman beneath him and whispered sweet nothings as her heart rate returned to normal. As he did, his on board computer fed him all sorts of data from his sensors, all of them fixated on the curvy female beneath him. Fitness level, body-fat ratio, blood pressure, skin temperature…all catalogued and logged in the nonorganic part of his brain. He ignored the stream of information, preferring instead to label it “perfection”.
“You know, you don’t need to do that.”
She laid a small hand in the center of his chest to make him look at her. He broke off from his contemplation of the scents rising from her skin, the floral of a shower gel used earlier in the day contrasting nicely with the apple scent on her hair and the faint overtones of a deep, exotic musk he assumed was perfume from last night.
Her chocolate brown eyes were dark and sultry—the eyes of a woman who had just been thoroughly loved. His cock, still clasped tight within her silken walls, jerked savagely with the need to do it all over again.
“Do what, little human?”
He sought her lips, but she denied him, turning her head as she pushed at his chest. As heavy as he was, far heavier than a human due to the cybernetic implants that laced his tall frame, she wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted. Without thinking, he shifted his weight off her, pulling his cock free with a pang of disappointment and a slide of wet seed as he rolled to his side. All the while, the processor in his brain worked out tactics and strategies to get her back where he wanted her, under him writhing in ecstasy.
“This.” She waved her hand vaguely, the movement encompassing them and the bed as she grabbed a towel off the chair near the bed and passed it to him to clean himself up. “The after sex chitchat. I know you’re not real and I’m totally cool with that. You don’t need to pretend.”
Crap. He’d stepped out of the cover story Cyn had set up, albeit at a moment’s notice, for him. But of all the screwed up covers to be operating under. Johnny cursed his stupidity. A tactile person, he normally liked to kiss and cuddle after sex, which didn’t appear to be on the cards as Milly rolled to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Seriously. It’s nice not to have all the chatter. Especially when most of its bullshit anyway.” She gave a small, sad smile that made his heart ache. The expression on her face when she’d turned him down in the club last night suddenly made sense.
Someone had hurt her. Badly. Real badly.
A rush of anger hit him, blindsiding him with its ferocity as she stood up and padded across to the shower alcove. Luckily her back was to him so she didn’t see his features twist into a feral expression as he gripped the sheets in a fist so tight he felt the alloy-strengthened bones beneath his skin creak. It was that or punch a hole in the metal wall by the bed. He didn’t care who the bastard was. He wanted to find the guy and rip him a new one. Hunt him down, break every bone in his worthless body and then tear him a bloody new one.
The alcove door slid shut around her, lights in the shower clicking on and casting her delectable figure into silhouette. Real water ran, rather than the normal deep-space sonic cycle, and the musical sound filled the room as it ran down her body into the drain under her feet. Johnny latched onto the visual, imagining the water caressing her curves. Hitting her shoulders and cascading down her mouthwatering figure, rivulets running across the creamy skin and curving under the plump weight of her tits.
His mouth dried up, cock ramrod straight and aching for action as his balls tightened. Fuck, he wanted…no, he needed her again. Needed to part her legs and b
ury his cock into her welcoming softness. Needed to watch her as he fucked her, see that dark softness in her eyes as she came, clinging to him in trust. Looking at him as though he was her entire world. A shudder rolled through him. He wanted to be her entire world, wanted to erase the sadness he’d seen lurking in the depths of her eyes.
Decision made, he rolled off the bed and stalked across the small room. He paused for a moment to admire the shapely form highlighted by the warm lights of the shower alcove. Solar lamps, his implants told him as they automatically analyzed the light output, designed to keep humans fit and healthy in deep space when they had no access to natural sunlight.
His reverie didn’t last long. Driven by the needs of his body, he yanked open the shower door and stepped into the cubicle. She gasped at the intrusion, but he didn’t give her much choice about the matter, crowding her toward the extruded plasti-wall as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Water hit his chest in small, but powerful pin-pricks and he bit back a grin as he realized the thing was cranked up the max. He loved a powerful shower, and so it seemed did she. Just another of the ways that they were compatible, aside from the obvious. In that way, they’d just proved on her bed that they were very compatible.
“Hey, what are you doing? There’s no room in here for both of us to wash,” she started to argue, but stopped as he lifted a hand and shoved the showerhead aside. The direction of the water changed, hitting the side of the enclosure and running down the wall. Steam began to build, surrounding them in a warm, wet blanket.
“I’m not going to wash your back,” he bit out in a gravelly voice. Washing could come later, right now he had other, more interesting things to do to her.
“Oh.” Her lips formed a small “o” of surprise as her eyes widened and darkened in the same instant. Color hit her cheeks as she flicked a glance down at his rampant cock. “I guess you don’t need any time to recover, do you?”
Not with her. Slipping into character, he gave her a haughty look. “I am an Aries-class cyborg, I do not have such human weaknesses.”
Her reaction was instant and unexpected. She laughed, the skin at the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. “Oh, she really did a good job with you, didn’t she? What a male thing to say!”
He grunted, not bothering to dignify that comment with an answer, and pressed her back against the wall. His mouth sought and found hers, latching onto the full softness with a hunger that brought a muffled gasp of surprise to her lips.
Groaning, he took advantage as they parted and thrust his tongue deep to taste her again. Her skin was slick and wet as he lifted her slight frame to press her back against the wall, rubbing and sliding against him in ways that made his eyes want to roll back in his head.
“Stop…”
She tore her lips from his, pushing at his shoulders. Johnny froze instantly and looked at her, holding her securely in the cage of his arms. No panic flowed across her features and he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d been worried for a moment she might be claustrophobic and he’d inadvertently triggered a panic attack.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
“No, you big oaf…I’m far too heavy. Put me down, you’ll damage yourself!”
The worry was evident in her voice and brought a smile to his lips. She was concerned about him. Warmth spread through his chest as he dropped his head to nibble along her neck.
“Too heavy? I’m an Aries class, I could bench press a shuttle if I needed to. I’m sure I can cope with lifting a tiny dot of a thing like you.”
A soft, sexy little groan escaped her throat as he brushed his lips against the sweet spot below her ear. The sound sent a shiver down his spine to wrap around his cock, jerking it high and tight as he grabbed thigh in one big hand and lifted it.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, desperate to get inside her again. The rigid length of his shaft slid against her belly, the curls at the juncture of her thighs a sensual torment as the broad, mushroom head brushed past them. Then her legs were around his waist and his cock popped free from between their bodies. They both gasped as it prodded at the hot, slick opening to her pussy.
“I’m gonna fuck you, pound you against the wall,” he promised, his cover completely slipping from his mind as lust took over. Her nostrils flared, the heat in her eyes nearly unmanning him as he drove up into her, claiming her with one hard thrust.
Their gasps mingled, amplified by the small alcove. Johnny pressed his eyes closed, body tense as he fought for control. Hot, slick and tight, she almost did him in there and then. Excitement and lust sizzled through his body like lava from the mountains of Helanis Prime, a tight band of heat that wrapped around his cock and tightened around his balls.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck me, please…I need you to fuck me hard.”
She whimpered, the sound hitting him on a primal level, and bit her lower lip, mangling the soft, plump tissue with her little white teeth.
He swooped in, kissing her again as he lifted her up off his cock. Then he released her, using gravity and a hand wrapped around her shoulder to impale her back onto the rigid shaft. Sexy sounds fell from her lips as he did it again and again, spreading his thighs to drive into her and setting a hard and fast rhythm in an attempt to slake the need surging through his body.
As soon as he’d seen her months ago, he’d wanted her. Had sensed it would be like this between them. Hot and hard and completely wild. As though nothing else mattered as soon as they touched each other, a wild passion that demanded to be assuaged.
“I’m not going to last long,” he panted between kisses. Unable to stop kissing her, stop touching her, even as her body started to tighten around his. She trembled and came with a cry, shouting his name as her cunt clamped down around his cock, milking him with strong, rhythmic contractions of her internal muscles.
“Fuck me! God, I’m coming.” His release crashed over him without warning, welling up out of nowhere. His ass flashed, hips doing the jerky two-step thing and then he slammed into her one last time. Hot seed pulsed from his cock, coating the inside of her pussy as he emptied his balls into her. For a split second he wished it would find fertile ground…the need to claim her totally, as the mother to his children, overwhelming.
But that was never going to happen. Cyborgs couldn’t have kids, and besides, she thought he was a sexbot. Johnny closed his eyes and dropped his head. How the fuck did he get himself into these messes?
“You’re a fucking idiot, Johnny.”
He was screwed. Well and truly screwed. Why had he thought lying was a good idea? Face set into stern lines, Johnny stalked through the corridors of the Starflame down to the secondary storage hold. He should have just come clean in the shop, told Milly who he was and asked her to reconsider going out to dinner with him. But no, he’d tried to be clever…get into her bed as a bot.
“I can’t stand liars. My ex lied a lot, about everything. Used to tell me I was pretty, gorgeous, that he loved me… Yeah, right. He loved my grandpop’s money. When he passed and all I got was the Starflame? Let’s just say love is the last thing he felt for me. He tried to get half the ship, but the judge told him to take a long walk out of a short airlock.”
Her laugh had near broken his heart, the bitter sound not quite hiding the wealth of misery and pain. Her ex was an idiot. A prize-winning idiot for letting a woman like Milly go, but he couldn’t be sorry about that, not when it gave him a shot at getting her into his bed. What he did regret was that she’d had to go through so much pain and unhappiness to get free of the bastard.
I can’t stand liars. Her words rang in his head, a damning refrain.
Lips twisted into a grimace, he paused before the door to the hold and tapped in the number sequence she’d given him. The Starflame was an older model, voice command and memorized access codes which meant he had to do things the old-fashioned way, rather than just use his cybernetic implants. No biggie, it helped with the human, or rather, bot cover. Wry amusement f
illed him as he walked into the cavernous cargo hold. He was a cyborg pretending to be a bot based on a human pretending to be a cyborg, who was actually a cyborg anyway.
“Man, you are twisted in the head,” he muttered as he approached the guardrail and looked down.
A low whistle escaped his lips. The hold was huge, falling away at least ten stories below him and extending out god knew how far. His implants foiled by the security shielding on the ship, he couldn’t access the station’s Public Access database, so couldn’t pull specs on the ship, but it had to be one of the largest transports he’d seen dock at the station. The hold was only half full, the automated loaders locked high and tight by the side doors, waiting for the morning and the next shift.
“Locke…Locke…”
His voice was low as he rambled along the racks built into the back wall of the balcony. The crew’s luggage and personal effects were stored in marked up lockers and cages. He lifted an eyebrow at the sight of a traditional Bacaral saddle in one cage, swaddled in protective plastic as it sat in state on its stand. Someone had expensive and dangerous hobbies. Apt to disembowel anything that moved and with permanent anger management problems, the six-legged Bacaral bulls weren’t known for their cuddly temperament.
The lights were out further along the balcony, each bulb snapping on as the sensors registered his body heat. Thankfully Milly wasn’t down here or the game would be up. She’d know instantly that he wasn’t a bot. Androids didn’t register a core body temperature, relying instead on heating their skin layer to make them appear more human and with a protective heat sheath beneath to stop it frying the inner workings.