“It’s not like that.”
“How is it?”
He pressed his lips together, making it clear he didn’t plan to answer.
It pissed her off, and she sat up. He was probably afraid she’d kill him if he told her how much he was going to gain.
She faced him more fully, openly admiring his body. He had a great one, and his color was back to normal. He seemed fully recovered from what had happened, except for the drugs still in his system. He’d be able to link with his computer and call for help once his implants recharged. At least, she was pretty sure he could.
She reached out and pressed her hand on his chest, caressing him. “Does it bother you to be touched?”
“Stop.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She leaned in, staring into his eyes. “You wanted to teach me what it’s like if someone treated me like an android.” She suddenly lifted up and straddled his body, bracing her legs on each side of his hips. “How about a little lesson for you?”
“What are you doing?”
She sat down so her ass rested on his pelvis and ran her hands over his chest, stroking from his shoulders down to his stomach. “Some asshole is going to touch me. I hopefully won’t be restrained at the time, so maybe I’ll be able to fight back, but you’re cyborgs. I won’t stand a chance of making him stop, will I? I know you’re at least five times stronger than other guys. Minimum. They made you that way, right? My dad told me that. This is the future I get to deal with—thanks to you.”
She suddenly leaned over and scooted down him a little more. His nipples were still erect. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue over one, then blew air across the puckered flesh.
It hardened even more, responding. Stag cursed.
She ignored him and pressed her lips around him, licked again, and then gently sucked. She used the lower edge of her teeth to lightly rake across the beaded tip of his nipple.
His breathing increased rapidly. She heard it…felt it since her face was pressed against his chest.
She released his nipple, glanced up, and found him glaring at her.
It made her smile as she went for the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
The real surprise came when she felt him responding in other ways. Her pussy was pressed against his groin and his dick hardened. It wasn’t something she could miss, since he’d been designed to be big in that area.
Nala released his nipple and lifted up a little, looking down their bodies. Stag was definitely hard. The small shorts revealed the bulge. She lowered her body down again and snuggly molded them together as she met his gaze.
“I bet that pisses you off. Considering I’m an Earther.”
“It’s just a basic physical reaction.”
She laughed and sat up all the way. She tugged at her shirt, taking it off. His attention instantly fixed on her bared breasts. His cock twitched under her.
She placed the top next to her so she could grab it fast in case Maze returned. It would already be embarrassing to be caught tormenting Stag this way—but worth the risk to get a bit of revenge.
She reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging them. “How about if I play with myself, the way you did while I was lying next to you?”
He closed his eyes and turned his head. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to do beyond annoy me.”
“Is that what you call it when you get hard? Don’t watch then—but feel.”
She lowered down again and latched onto one of his nipples with her mouth, sucking. She rocked her hips too, rubbing against his cock. He grew harder, and she had to admit he wasn’t the only one having a physical reaction. It felt good to use the length of his shaft to stimulate her clit. Even with clothes between them, she grew wet fast, her pussy aching.
She lifted her head a little and stared at Stag. He kept his eyes closed but he’d bitten his lower lip, hard enough to turn it almost white. He’d probably cause himself to bleed if he didn’t ease up, but she knew why he did it. He was trying to stay quiet. She released his nipple and he stopped torturing his lip.
She wiggled down his body and placed kisses over his ribs. “How pissed would you be if I got you off, Stag? Would that mess you up? An Earther doing that to you?”
“Stop touching me, Nala. I’ll drop you off at any station you want and you can return to living with Earthers.”
“I don’t believe you. So much for cyborgs being honest.”
She slid down him more, had to straddle one of his legs since they were slightly spread apart, and placed her hand over his cock, still trapped inside his shorts. The material was silky. She rubbed the rigid length with her palm, then her fingertips along the tip of it.
His cock jerked. He was big and rock hard. She watched his face.
He opened his eyes and lifted his head. The look he gave her showed desire and anger at the same time. “I’ll make you regret this.”
“Newsflash, Stag. I partially already do.” She studied his body. “Why do you have to be so hot? Do us both a favor and just stop talking. You’re the first man I’ve touched in over six years.” She gripped the top of his shorts and tugged them down a few inches but they were trapped under his ass. “I might not have a choice later on of who I end up in bed with, but I do today. Tag—you’re it.”
It took both hands to wiggle his shorts down enough to free his cock. She lifted up, tapped the panel he kept his stuff in, and withdrew the bottle.
“What are you doing?”
She opened it and poured out lube. “You like to be touched. Like this?” She gripped him and gently squeezed, stroking his cock.
He threw his head back and hissed.
“Maybe like this?” She slowed the pace, sliding her hand low and avoiding the head, then stroking up and back down. “What feels better? My hand or yours?” She kept doing it, working him in that unhurried pace.
His stomach clenched, all the muscles bunching there. She froze. It had been a long time, but she still remembered some things.
“You’re already about to come, aren’t you?”
He lifted his head and the look in his eyes said it all. They were heavy-lidded and sultry. He looked like a man on the edge, and as if he’d kiss her if given the chance
She let go of his cock and crawled up him. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze lowered to her breasts and he licked his lips.
He could bite her. It was a real fear. She put one hand on his shoulder, careful of the injured one, and pressed her breasts against his chest. She kept just enough distance between their mouths to jerk back if he lunged forward.
“You turn me on too. And I hate it. I guess we have that in common.” She searched his eyes but she didn’t spot any anger in them at that moment. “I’m even willing to admit this little lesson backfired on me because I’m wet. I haven’t felt a man inside me in so long.”
His gaze darted to her mouth, then back to her eyes.
She licked her lips. “Truce?”
“What do you want? You have me at a disadvantage.” His voice came out really deep and husky.
Stag could be sinfully sexy when he wasn’t being an ass.
“You mean because you’re unable to move?”
“My implants are down. I can’t deaden my responses.”
“Physical ones?”
“Physical and emotional. Take off the restrains.”
That was more honest than she’d expected him to be. She used her free hand and reached up, caressing his cheek. He pressed his face against it instead of jerking away, seeking her touch. He wanted her too, and wasn’t denying it.
“Can I kiss you or are you going to hurt me?”
He glanced at her mouth again. “Do it.”
That wasn’t an answer, but she was willing to risk it. She closed her eyes and moved in closer, touched his lips with hers, and licked the one he’d previously abused with his teeth. He opened up to her and she deepened the kiss. It had been ages, but it came back to her as he
stroked her tongue with his.
He moaned, and she did too. He tasted like wine. The ache between her legs became worse and she rubbed against his stomach where she straddled him. He was so tall. Their bodies didn’t line up right, and it frustrated her. She broke the kiss and found him watching her, passion easy to read in his blue eyes.
“I want you inside me. Yes?”
“Yes,” he rasped.
She had to climb off him, and almost fell off the bed in her haste to remove her pants. None of her underwear had made the trip to his ship so it was just a matter of undoing the pants and shoving them down her legs. She grabbed the shirt though and put it back on.
“Why?”
She straddled him again, reached down between their bodies, and used the wetness to tease her own clit. “Anyone could just walk in. This will at least cover us a little if it happens.”
He lowered his gaze, watching her hand move. “What are you doing?”
“You’re close to coming.” It felt good to rub the bundle of nerves. “Making sure you don’t do it before I do.”
“Let me see. Lift the shirt.”
She sat up more, gripped the shirt and tugged it up to her stomach. Something brushed her ass and she twisted, seeing that Stag was still totally up to the task of being inside her. Her desire hiked more as she stroked her clit, the nub hardening, and she stared into his beautiful eyes.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
“Close…” She was. She scooted back, keeping her finger moving over the swollen nub, and used her other hand to grip his cock. She spread her thighs a little more and rubbed the crown of his cock along the seam of her pussy.
Stag’s breathing increased and she noticed his hands fist at the sides of the bed. Some of his motion was returning, the drugs wearing off. Time was running out before his implants would come back too, she figured. He’d be able to signal Maze to come, and then he’d be the one in control again.
She adjusted the angle of her hips, lined his shaft up with her entrance, and sank down on him slowly. She closed her eyes and stopped rubbing her clit. He was thick and her body resisted taking him. She bent forward, using his chest to brace herself as she pushed back against his lap, taking more of him.
It had been so long since she’d experienced that feeling of being filled, of having a man inside her. She moaned, rocked her hips, and took even more of him. He was huge and it felt incredible. He was so hard…
“Fuck,” he hissed.
They were. She spread her fingers to brace better on his chest and started to rock back and forth. Moans tore from her throat and she didn’t try to muffle them. She sank down on him all the way and just collapsed forward, laying on him as she rubbed their bodies together. It pressed her clit against his lower stomach. Each movement felt even better.
“Oh God! I’m going to come. It’s been too long,” she got out, frantically grinding against him now.
He thrust his hips upward suddenly, surprising her, but it felt so good as he took over, rocking them. It made her body slide against his. She clutched at his sides, just hanging on as they moved together. The climax tore through her with brutal force and she leaned forward, burying her mouth against his hot skin. He craned his neck, his jaw pressing against the top of her head.
He jerked, groaning, and she knew he was coming too.
He finally stopped bucking his hips under her and Nala panted, sprawled on top of him. She could feel her vaginal muscles still twitching in the aftermath around his cock buried inside her.
Long minutes passed. She didn’t know what to say to him and was afraid to lift her head off his chest. He finally broke the silence.
“Take off my restraints, Nala.”
He wasn’t going to stop asking her to do that, obviously. It was time to face the consequences anyway. He didn’t sound exactly angry but his tone implied he wasn’t happy either. “You said yes,” she reminded him.
“I did.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She still wasn’t willing to look at him.
“Do you want Maze or another member of my crew to find us this way? We need to use the cleansing unit and change the bedding, or they will guess we’ve had intercourse.”
She flinched at the cold term. “You can move now, can’t you?”
“I tried to break the restraints but couldn’t. I didn’t want you to know, hoping you’d take them off, thinking I was still helpless.”
“How long?”
“It’s been about five minutes since I regained the use of my limbs.”
She lifted off him a little and raised her chin. He masked his expression as she studied him. “Implants?”
“Not yet, or I’d seal the door so no one could walk in. They could at any second.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“I’d never abuse you.”
That wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. “What’s your definition of that?”
“Release me. Don’t make this worse.”
“You mean by your crew finding out you had sex with an Earther?”
His lips pressed together in a grim line. “Nala, let me go.”
She used his chest to straighten up. His cock remained hard inside her, apparent as since their bodies were still joined. She lifted up, separating them, and climbed toward the top of bed.
The restraints were easy to figure out. They were a two-pinch system on the back of his wrist. It took effort to squeeze hard enough for the lock to open, but it did, freeing one of his arms.
She almost expected him to grab for her throat but he twisted away, opening the other restraint himself. She ended up in the corner of the bed as he sat up and bent forward, reaching for his ankles.
He was flexible. She’d give him that. He got free and slid off the bed, yanking his shorts up his hips, but not before she got to glimpse a bit of his firm, rounded ass. It was a nice one. He turned then, his expression unreadable again.
“Use the cleansing unit. I’ll change the bedding.”
She was leery. “That’s it? You’re not going to get even?”
“I can’t lock the door without my implants working. Get in the cleansing unit. Hurry. I’ll use it next.”
It seemed hiding the fact that they’d had sex was more important to him at that moment than getting revenge.
She crawled off the bed and dashed into the unit. He didn’t try to stop her. She sealed the door, removed her shirt, and leaned against the wall. Stag would make her pay somehow. She had faith—and dreaded it.
Chapter Eight
Stag exited the cleansing unit in his uniform. He had already changed the bedding before using it, and he refused to even look at Nala. He was aware of her sitting on the bed. She’d put on another outfit since he’d tossed her pants down the laundry chute. They had evidence on them of her becoming aroused.
He strode across the room and laid his palm on the sensor. Nothing happened. It pissed him off and unnerved him. The door had been locked and he couldn’t link to open it. Anger came next. He was effectively locked inside his own quarters. The computer wasn’t registering him as a crew member.
“Do you want out?”
Her voice was close to him. He jerked his hand off the panel and spun. She had left the bed and now stared up him from just feet away. “Isn’t Maze checking on my progress? It’s his job.”
She inched around him and touched the pad. “Maze?”
A click sounded, then the medic’s voice came from the com speaker. “What is wrong, Nala?”
She sighed. “Your patient is up and wants out. The doors won’t open.”
“I’m on my way.”
She released the pad and faced him. “He set that up so I could get ahold of him if you had any problems.”
That pissed him off. “I plan to have words with him.”
“Because he left you in my care?”
“Yes.” He wouldn’t deny it.
“Well, it sounded like shit hit the fan. I don’t know
the details since I’m persona non grata onboard. It was a good thing he didn’t dump you in some room alone, since I was here when you started thrashing around.”
“Explain.”
“You were out, but your body wasn’t. It looked like you were fighting someone and almost threw yourself out of the bed. I had to kind of tackle you to keep you down until help arrived. It’s why you were immobilized. You might have bashed your head open or something.”
“You’re saying you saved my life?” He shook his head. “I don’t believe it.”
“Not your life. Just kept you from being injured more than you already were.”
“Are you trying to make me feel indebted to you? That event never happened.”
“You’re such an ass.” She spun, lifted her shirt, and yanked it up. “This is from your knee. I managed to dodge your fists.”
Dismay hit him at the huge bruise covering her skin. It was about a four inch diameter mark—and could definitely be from a knee. The discoloration looked painful, and it looked as if she’d taken quite a blow.
She dropped her shirt and spun. “But wait—I’m just making that up. Fuck you.” She stormed around him and sat on the bed. “Mental note made. Next time I’ll let you slam into the floor. It might knock some sense into you.”
The door opened and Maze came in. “Stag. How do you feel?”
“Get your med kit and check Nala. She has damage to her back.”
“I’m fine. It’s just a bruise.”
Maze walked closer to her and knelt by the bed where she sat. “Why didn’t you say something? You didn’t mention you were hurt when we stabilized Stag. Is that when it happened?”
“According to him,” she jerked her head at Stag, “that never happened, so no. I must have kneed myself in the back. Apparently, I’m super flexible like that.”
That angered Stag further. “Treat her. I’ll be in Control.”
He left fast before he said something he’d regret. Nala had a way of making a fool out of him, making him feel like the ass she kept claiming he was.
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