Last Call (Stranded in the Stars Book 1)

by Naomi Lucas

  He reached down and pulled her lips apart, revealing her sensitive pearl.

  “You’re hairless.” He trailed off, rapt in examining her.

  “I’ve been since my fertility testing.”

  “Damn. I’m going to butcher those men, bathe in their screams for touching you.” His eyes shifted from intense to furious. “Fucking perverts.”

  “You don’t like it?” She stopped moving against him long enough to focus on his statement.

  “I love it. I just wasn’t expecting it.” He admitted.

  She leaned forward and licked the scar on his lip.

  Jack kissed her roughly back as he pulled her flushed into him, picking her up and laying her on the blankets. When she was spread out like a sacrifice, he kneeled up between her legs and unbuckled his pants, now moist with her core.

  He dragged them down his hips, pulling his cock out with one hand while discarding them to the side. Her eyes went wide when she got her first view of it, casted in the dim light, staring at its size.

  With a smirk he leaned over her, placing one hand next to her head to hold himself above her while his other stroked his deliciously large erection.

  “Like what you see?” He asked, amused.

  She felt like she was dying. He was so attractive, so masculine, her body cried for him to touch her as she watched him stroke himself above her. His once bloodied hand now constraining the head, massaging it with vigor as he stared down at her.

  She moved her hand up over his shoulder and down his arm, around his fisted hand to grab the base of his cock, squeezing as he continued to play with himself. Jack groaned as she explored him, wondering if he was in as much pain to fill her as she was to be filled.

  He let go of himself to place his hand beside her head, framing her face and holding himself above her form. The only place they touched was where her hand was rubbing his shaft.

  What she thought might have been sweat dripped onto her face. “Ever been Cyborged, Allie?” His smirk widened into a full on grin.

  “No?” She responded, confused and flushed.

  “Didn’t think so. You’re about to be.”

  He sat back between her legs and glided his hands upward. He started with her feet, smoothing over her calves, whispering his fingers behind her knees before snaking his hands up between her thighs. Her legs fell open, exposing everything to his gaze.

  He leaned down and breathed her in and he continued to do it several times, his face entranced from her scent.

  His fingers caressed upward until she nearly bolted off the floor when he pushed her feminine lips wide open. She felt his hot breath skate across the sensitive skin.

  “These lips were made for kissing.” He whispered.

  She should have been appalled but she wasn't, instead wanting to beg him to do it, feeling so far gone she wanted to melt into his touch.

  Was he really going to kiss me down there? She squirmed when his thumb slid along her taut skin. He spread her wetness from her core up to her clit, where he rubbed it slowly, ending with a tight pinch. Her hips jumped off the blanket, her knees bent up, her hand rose up to tangle in his hair. He didn’t kiss her or lick her but brutally pinched her and with each pinch her body spasmed. Her focus zeroed in on the tension building between her legs when he abruptly penetrated her core with a finger from his other hand.

  “Your pussy is soaking, sweetheart. It’s so tight, I may rip you open.” He moaned but said in all seriousness, “We wouldn’t want that now.”

  He let go of her clit and wrapped his arm under her writhing body, lifting her up and impaling her on his finger.

  He slammed it deep inside her until his hand was coated with her pussy and when he thrust up a second finger, anchoring her body onto them, she lost it, falling against him as a ripple coursed through her system. She was so sensitive her body wanted to jerk away and regroup but he kept her in place. His fingers scissoring and probing her core.

  His tempo only increased as he continued to penetrate her, her sensitivity levels uncomfortable, she heard her herself begging for him to stop but he didn’t listen. Instead he opened her up, coaxed her essence and spread it all over. Now and again feeling his rough thumb circle her opening.

  He lifted her up and placed her core right above his straining cock. She barely registered that she was going to be impaled on it and not his fingers in the next moment.

  She felt his tip enter her, stretching her out, demanding entrance into her body and in one quick thrust upward, he broke her open. “Jack!” she squeaked out in shock.

  ***

  Jack lost control. Allie was buckling, clawing at him, trying to pry herself away but he wouldn’t let her. She was his now, whether she liked it or not. Her struggles making him want to subdue her more.

  He held her on his shaft until she sagged against him in defeat. He tried hard not to pound into her, to lose himself in her tight sheath.

  “Why?” She cried.

  He lifted her chin to face him while he continued to hold her on him. “Because it was inevitable. It always hurts the first time.”

  “This isn’t my first time.” She sniffled, her eyes welling up. Her tears hurt him but enticed him with their delicious salty smell.

  “You told me you had never been raped.” His ardor turning to boiling hot rage.

  “I wasn’t. I took my own virginity years ago.” She shook against him, relaxing slowly, he didn’t miss the blush that crept over her cheeks.

  “Taking it yourself is not the same as being with a man, a Cyborg. This is still your first time, regardless of any barriers being breached.” He pushed up into her slightly.

  She was no longer trying to get away so he released her to wipe the tears off of her face.

  “If you give it some time,” He gritted his teeth, “It will feel good.” He pushed up into her again. She was so tight, he thought his cock might lose circulation. He should have been slower, he knew, but he needed to be inside her. Bottoming out may not have been the best idea for her first time; still he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

  “It hurts. It hurt before… not being filled. But this hurts just as much.” She whispered, her hands clinging to him.

  She wasn’t moving so he would have to do it for her. The only way she would start to feel good again was if he could stimulate her. He captured her hips and began to move them slowly up and down, now and again changing the motion to circle them. She felt so hot on him, he wanted to fall back, groaning, he imagined her riding him without restraint.

  After a moment of the light movements she initiated the sway herself, getting a feel for it, soon after he was blessed with a breathy moan.

  “That’s it sweetheart, move on me.” He ordered.

  She grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, biting his scarred lip so hard she drew blood.

  I deserved that.

  He lifted her up and she pushed back down as they increased their tempo in unison.

  “This does feel good.” She moaned.

  It wasn’t long before they were slamming into each other. The only noise in the small alcove their heavy breaths and the slap of their skin. He helped her ride his cock, keeping his grip on her hips strong, keeping her going whenever she began to tire. His erection felt strangled.

  Jack watched as her head fell back, her hair tickled his legs as she pushed her breasts out and as he moved her on him. His gaze fixated on her bouncing tits, each bounce in sync with their bodies joining.

  Her nipples soft pink and tight, like little raspberries. He would never look at a raspberry again without thinking of her tits.

  Her stretched out cunt was quivering. “Come. Now.” He demanded, knowing she was on the brink. She exploded in his arms, losing control, pressing her legs together firmly against his thighs to hold him in place as she spasmed out above him and when her climax subsided, he pushed her back onto the blankets and fucked her small body, forcing her to take his bru
tality, coming in her relentlessly until he slowly softened his thrusts as his cock twitched with the last of his release.

  When he was done and by the time he lifted away, she was nearly passed out in sleep. She smiled up at him, moaning and reaching for him to return.

  He stroked her body as he reached for the discarded cleaning fabric and wiped himself down before he gently pried her legs open. He cleaned her up, watching as his cum beaded and leaked out of her before vaporizing.

  Mine. He circled her swollen core with his finger. Mine. A repeated mantra in his head.

  “Mmm, Jack. Thank you.” She said sleepily.

  He didn’t respond, letting her drift off. He slathered the medicinal salve he had over his fingers and spread it over her glistening, reddened lips, her entrance, before fingering her for the second time that night to apply the solution inside her. He hardened again.

  Softly, as not to disturb her, he spread her legs wider to his gaze and kneeled between them. With his hand clenched around his swelling dick he ran its head up and down her core until he was once again coated in her dew.

  With a frustrated groan, his tip straining against her opening, he lifted away. Jack jerked himself off as he imagined penetrating her for the the second time that night. Fantasizing, that she would wake up with his cock pushing into her.

  Her wide bottomless eyes would open in shock.

  A heavy gasp that would quickly become a moan would escape her lips.

  Her long, lithe legs would hook around his back.

  He moaned when his cum shot out. He grabbed the cloth and cleaned himself up for the second time as he pushed Allie’s legs back together. When he was done, he laid himself beside her and tucked his body behind her back, moving her into a spoon position, cocooning her frame.

  A short while later he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Ten:

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  She was so warm, so constricted. She took inventory of her body as the fogginess of sleep receded. Her muscles ached and stretched in many places but she didn’t bother to open her eyes, knowing it was still dark, that she hadn’t been asleep for long. The fire had died down to a single flame.

  But it was still bright enough to flicker behind her eyelids at random intervals.

  She knew where she was and who was wrapped around her, his breathing even and predictable. His hard chest pushed into her back with each breath and his breath was whispering over her ear, the warm air tingling her skin.

  His arm was around her in a vice-like hold and it was the only thing that was covering her naked form. His body was hot like an overheated machine and it was better than any blanket she had ever had. Their position was comfortable.

  Allie was tired and still half asleep as she counted his breaths, listening to every slight rustle of their bodies– aware of his semi-hard erection between her buttocks. She wanted him again even though she was still sore, the salve still working between her legs, the cooling sensation a relief.

  She was wicked– the pain they had shared together had driven her beyond any normal reason. Drawing his blood, attacking his skin with her nails, a canvas for her pent up emotions spoke to something she kept hidden deep inside.

  Just as she began to drift back into a dreamy state of being, the light flickered as if it was hit by an invisible breeze, catching her attention. She peeked her eyes open to focus on it, tuning out her previous thoughts, her awareness of the dim glow and Jack’s breathing fell away.

  The silence became hollow around her as if there was no place for the rest of the world. The absence pushed it away.

  She couldn’t comprehend the sudden change that fell over the camp. As if the gloom perforated the space naturally. She could feel a tension build around her, sucking the air out and making it hard to breath.

  Her stomach dropped and Jack’s arm around her no longer felt safe but began to feel like a restraint. Her heart beat elevated, feeling fast and erratic. Not being able to move, she watched as the flame flickered and faded before her eyes. It pitched the cave in an unnatural darkness.

  She was no longer warm and comfortable but terrified and faint.

  The sound of quiet breathing morphed into long, unnatural scratching. The direction of the scratching was out of her vision, the grotesque, sharp noise came from the unguarded entrance at her head.

  Allie shut her eyes.

  She didn’t want to see it, hearing the long, perverted creek move closer. If she saw it, she knew her mind would snap. That her life would be altered forever and in a terrible way. She wouldn’t come back from this.

  The scratching moved closer, bringing the weight of darkness with it, drowning out everything else.

  A gurgling, pitched hum was right before her now, the grinding claws came to a halt. The smell of rot filled her nostrils. Something was between her and the dead flame. She wanted to scream, run, tear something apart but she was paralyzed. She closed her hand into a fist, digging her nails into her palm when the humming abruptly stopped.

  “Allie, don’t open your eyes.”

  She nearly jumped out of her skin at Jack’s whisper. Was he crazy too? His arm held her tight into him, shielding her. He moved above her, putting himself between her and where the creature had been.

  When he let go, she curled up into herself, bringing her head into her knees. The stifling atmosphere depressurized around her.

  Allie heard him get up and she opened her eyes to scream at him to run, to watch out, but the cave filled with a glorious burst of light before she could. He had lit the fire, banishing the dark thing that had crawled its way in.

  She burst into tears.

  He moved over to her and lifted her into his lap, she felt the weight of his dagger pressed into her skin. He had armed himself; perhaps the creature hadn’t been a figment of her imagination but was real. She felt reassured by that notion but the tears kept flowing and she couldn’t stop herself from sobbing.

  She felt his hands on her back, drifting up and down her spine and after some time her tears ran out, an age-old tiredness overtook her. She felt the weight of all her spiraling emotions seep out of her like her tears, leaving nothing left but a numb, empty shell.

  She wasn’t going crazy. There was something that came into the camp and Jack had seen it. She hadn’t looked but she had felt it, heard it. The realization was powerful, knowing her internal struggles became physical ones.

  That there was something physical haunting her and Jack had seen it and that maybe it could be killed. That she could be free of it. A sliver of hope blossomed in her heart.

  Allie remembered the thing now. It had approached her once before, long ago and it wasn’t her friend. It wasn’t her guilt and shame taking form, it was something else... Why else would the creature appear now? So close to the wreck.

  Darkness had visited her often in her cave but it was just that, just darkness. The ghoul had never appeared with it before. Was it bound to the ship? The dead? She was suddenly very happy that she had run so far away years ago, comforted that it couldn’t reach her easily.

  Jack had seen it, had put himself between her and the creature. How could she ever repay him? He was her hero. She wanted to feel close to him again, burrowing her face into his neck and sucked on his skin, licking it, getting his taste back in her mouth. His arms slid off her as he wrapped his hands around her upper arms, silently urging her on.

  He was hard and probing beneath her, she noticed him lengthen and thicken even more. She moved her lips over his neck, along his chin until she caught his mouth to slide her tongue along his, emboldened by his groan. His hands tangled within her hair, tugging it.

  She reached down and rubbed his shaft, simultaneously positioning herself over it. She heard her name whispered on his lips.

  Allie slid down on it, jerkily, until she was flushed against him, filled with him. She couldn’t get close enough.

  They stayed like that, kissing in desperation, her body b
ouncing on him intermittently until the sun crested the horizon. Both of them abstaining from their climax until the cave was filled with the light of dawn; until every shadow had vanished.

  And when it was filled, he laid her down on the ground and pounded into her, both of them erupting into flames until there was nothing left but mindless desire and need.

  Chapter Eleven:

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  Jack was at a loss. He should have been sated, having Allie in his arms all night and under any other circumstances he would have been but the itchy sensation that it was clouded by something abnormal bothered him.

  They had been visited by something supernatural, something evil, and it frayed his senses. The thing hadn’t left after he relit the flame but stayed in the shadows beyond them and watched. He couldn’t read it but he felt its presence until the night ended.

  He had been sleeping one moment and the next… his sensors woke him up, they notified him to the girl’s dangerously elevated heart rate. Her fear.

  He had no notion of there being something else with them, he had felt and sensed nothing and that had never happened before. Cyborgs were configured like a alarm system, anything, everything triggered them, alerted them.

  It wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he saw it, just feet away from them– a stringy creature with dead eyes had been leering at Allie.

  The thing had long sinewy arms as if they had been stretched to the point of falling off. They hung limp by its sides. Long, sharp, black tipped claws dragged along the floor behind it and It had been crouching, close to the ground as if it crawled to its location.

  But it was the face that felt like a kick to the gut. Dead, hungry eyes, looking at her, not even aware of his presence. A twisted, sick grin with sharp and broken incisors filled its mouth.

  The thing just stayed where it was, staring in hungry glee, feeding off of her terror.

  And when he leaned in and whispered in her ear, it slithered into the shadows, deforming before his eyes.

  He wasn’t prepared for this. And that made him angry. After the thing had slithered back to where it had crawled out from, he had wanted to chase it down and stab the creepy grin off of its face. The only reason he hadn’t made such a move was because the girl was about to shatter.