“Touch me again,” he urged.
She did. Harder this time, she wrapped her fist around his cock. It was so warm and it pulsed with life.
She didn’t think she’d ever look at a dildo the same way again.
She squeezed harder and a drop of pearly substance oozed out of the slit in the top. She ran her thumb over the top, spreading the sticky stuff around.
She was so involved in Cal’s cock she didn’t even notice that his hands were moving towards her. Not until his hand was probing between her legs.
Luckily she was still standing close to the bed because her knees gave out on her. When she plopped down on the bed, she was directly at eye level with that glorious cock.
“Can I…taste it?”
“Fuck, yes.”
She laughed at the eagerness in Cal’s response. But when she leaned forward, the laughter died.
Cal was going to die.
This woman looking at his cock like it was a steak and she hadn’t eaten in weeks was going to be the death of him.
He thought he might start crying like a little girl when she stuck her tongue out and flicked at the head of his cock.
And then she smiled. Apparently she didn’t find his cock distasteful because she opened her mouth wide and took him deep into the back of her throat.
For never having done it before, she was pretty damn good.
Closing her mouth around him she slowly slid her head away. Teeth raked ever so lightly around the head of his cock. He had to wonder how it was he remained standing.
Damn, she was good.
Possibly the best he’d ever had.
But he couldn’t take it any more.
The next time she went down on him, he pushed her away gently.
“Was I doing it wrong?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. How did that simple action make him so damn hot?
“No. You were doing everything right. Too right.”
She smiled at that.
And he had to have her.
Now.
He fell to his knees, at the same time, pushing her backwards onto the bed. He grabbed her by the back of the legs and spread her wide.
She was wide open to him, and her pussy glistened with her cream. Her clit peaked out of the pierced hood. Leaning forward he inhaled deeply.
Damn, he could feel his cock weeping at the smell. She smelled like he’d imagine the fruits of Ancient Earth would smell like.
“More,” she moaned. “Lick me, suck me.”
He didn’t start slowly like she had. He lowered his mouth to her pussy and devoured her.
Her back arched off of the bed.
His tongue licked and sucked at her labia, her clit. His teeth pulled on that small ring on the hood that hid her clit. She apparently really liked that because she moaned even louder.
Di grabbed her legs behind her knees and opened herself wider to him. He couldn’t let that opportunity go to waste.
Cal moved away from her pussy long enough to lick a few of his own fingers. As he went back to licking and sucking, he slid two fingers deep inside of her.
She arched back even further.
But still, he knew that his fingers may be thicker as he drilled them in and out of her, but he’d still never done anything she hadn’t felt before.
He was going to be the first man to stick his cock in this delicious cunt. And he couldn’t wait.
Di’s moaning increased and she began to thrash about on the bed.
Cal was afraid that he might actually come before he was able to get inside of her. Damn, she was so responsive.
Tearing his head away from her pussy was almost like tearing off a limb. She tasted so incredible, but he desperately wanted to be inside of her.
He stood tall between her legs and thrust deep into her.
He didn’t know whether she cried out in shock or in pain. Or even a combination of both. And he didn’t care. Once his hard cock slid into his moist sheath he couldn’t think of anything else at all.
“More,” she moaned. “Harder, faster, deeper.”
He did his best to comply with all of her directions, but doing so made him nearly go out of his mind.
When her pussy started pulsing around his cock as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He thrust into her one last time, spilling his seed with a loud groan.
Then, he collapsed on top of her, a tangle of arms and legs.
****
The world had exploded into a million tiny pieces, each one as bright as the sun. Di figured she was dead, but soon other things started working their way into her brain.
For one, there was something heavy on top of her, and both of her feet tingled like they were asleep.
And as the room came back into focus she realized it was vaguely familiar. As the thing on top of her moved, though, and groaned, everything came crashing back to her.
She had sex. With a man. A man that she didn’t know and she wasn’t sure she liked.
She sat up quickly. Unfortunately Cal moved at the same time and their heads banged together.
“Ouch,” she said, her hand cradling her forehead, “watch where you’re going, damn it.”
“Me?” He said defensively, also cradling his head. “You’re the one that started jumping up like a crazy person.”
He maneuvered himself off of the bed, but he didn’t seem to be quite steady on his feet. If he was suffering from the same problem that she was, things were a bit fuzzy after that head butt.
And speaking of butts…
Cal was still naked. And oh, that butt was magnificent, high and taut. Di’s fingers itched to pinch or squeeze it.
“Shouldn’t you put some clothes on,” was what she said instead.
He turned around and glared at her. One eyebrow quirked upwards and his dark eyes blazed, but with what she couldn’t tell. Wait…humor?
He was laughing at her.
Nobody laughed at Di!
She launched herself off of the bed and started towards him. Her arm was cocked, ready to deliver a hearty punch to the middle.
But before she reached him, Cal disappeared into the attached bathroom. Di couldn’t say she relished the idea of putting her leather pantsuit back on, no matter how much she loved the outfit. But she had nothing else.
Crossing the room, she picked up the outfit and held it in front of her.
Damn, she looked good when she wore this. Her foot was just about to slide into the supple leather when a knock at the door startled her.
Cal was still in the bathroom. There was a loud noise and he figured he was taking a sonic shower.
“Uh, who is it?” She called.
A masculine voice answered.
“I’ve got some clothes for you, Miss. As directed by Mr. Calix.”
“Okay,” she looked around the room for something to put on. Eventually she pulled a sheet of the bed, wrapped it around herself and went to the door. She cracked it open a tiny bit.
The man that stood on the other side was tall and lean. He was dressed in some kind of suit, one that Di had never seen before. He looked like he hadn’t smiled in years. In his hand was a large shopping bag.
He handed it through the door crack.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Miss. If you’d like to get dressed, I’ll bring your dinner up as soon as it’s ready.” She was about to say that it wasn’t necessary, but he continued. “Per Mr. Calix’s orders.”
“Okay.”
He turned and walked away, a sharpness to his movements.
This place was weird.
“Oh good. Trevor brought you some clothes. And the bathtub is just about filled for you.”
“Bathtub?”
He looked at her quizzically. She didn’t know why, he was the one talking about things that she didn’t know existed outside of storybooks.
“Like a real bathtub? With water?”
He smiled tha
t slow smile that she was coming to expect from him. Damn it, it annoyed her. He smiled like she was a small child.
“Yes, with real water, and even bubbles.”
He grabbed her by the shoulders again. She tried to fight him, just a natural reaction, but he held tight this time. He turned her towards the bathroom and pushed her forward.
He’s lucky I want to go in there anyway.
Cal laughed to himself as Di headed into the bathroom. Damn, she was one prickly woman.
She may be prickly, but he couldn’t help but admire the view. Her face lit up when she saw the large Jacuzzi bathtub.
She looked so…young, so fresh. Nothing like the jaded tracker he knew her to be, even though she wouldn’t admit it.
He moved to the shadows of the room so she couldn’t see him. He knew she’d have a fit if she thought he was staring at her. And staring he was. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
She reached into the water, trailing her fingers through the bubbles. She moaned, a similar sound to the noise she made when he was buried inside of her. That wasn’t very reassuring to him.
But then he saw the look on her face. She was practically having an orgasm from the feel of the bubbles and water on her skin.
He couldn’t help it and his hand went to his cock as she stepped into the water.
When Cal was very young, before his Father was killed, before AJ was taken away, he remembered a storybook. It was about something called Christmas, and they described the kids’ faces lighting up.
Until that moment, Cal had always thought that the ancient people of earth had some kind of electrical abilities. Now he knew what someone’s face lighting up really meant.
With that amazing smile on her face, Di lowered herself into the water. The water was deep, so all he could see were the tops of her breasts, floating in the water.
She leaned back, sinking into the water, and even that went away.
But the look on her face was enough.
Cal squeezed his cock, almost to the point of pain. Watching Di’s hands slide through the water, watching her pick it up and let it drip through her palms, it was more erotic than any prostitute he’d ever encountered.
He moved his hand over his cock, spreading the pre-come that was oozing out of the slit. Slowly he moved his hand down to the base of his cock and then back up.
He could watch Di bathe for hours.
But then, she looked up and their eyes caught.
Damn it. She was surely going to try to kick his ass now. Not that she actually could, of course.
He was about to mutter something and step away, but she did something completely unexpected.
She pushed herself out of the bathtub to sit on the ledge surrounding the tub; she spread her legs wide and slid her hand down to her pussy.
Bubbles covered her pussy, blocking his view. And when she moved her hand over her folds, there were bubbles there, too.
Why wouldn’t those damn bubbles pop already!
Her finger slid over her slick skin, slick from the water and getting slicker by the second from her own juices. She glistened in the low light of the bathroom.
Cal moved his hand quicker on his cock. Even though he’d already spent himself inside of her, he could feel his climax building again.
Di was fucking potent.
Her eyes were on him, on his cock, as she spread herself wide open. The ring on the hood of her clit beckoned. He wanted nothing more than to run in and suck it into his mouth. But he didn’t. He remained standing where he was.
Her thin fingers traced up and down her labia, all around, but never quite dipping inside.
Her fingers brushed over her clit and she jumped slightly, as she let out a sigh. Cal watched as her fingers slid lower down until one short tipped finger was about to slide into her practically dripping cunt.
Instead, there was a knock on the door.
“God damn it, what the fuck do you want?” Cal bellowed.
****
They were obviously both taken by surprise. When Cal turned around to get the door, Di slipped back into the bathtub. The warm water soothed her aching body, but she was still desperate to touch herself. To come again.
That had been…intense.
And shocking to say the least.
But what kind of whore was she? The first man she meets in a non-business setting and she’s practically all over him. No wonder women and men weren’t supposed to interact socially.
That sex stuff could get distracting. But oh, was it good.
Her dildo’s and vibrators had nothing on Cal’s hot cock. She was getting worked up again just thinking about it. It was so…alive. Warm, pulsing with life. Male.
She knew he was watching her when she walked into the bathroom. She couldn’t bring herself to care. She thought she’d just give him a nice little show as she cleaned herself. But then she’d seen him. His big hand stroking the long cock, and she couldn’t help herself.
She’d gotten so hot, she needed to touch herself.
It was curiosity that drew her to do it for him.
And then, someone had knocked on the door.
She sighed.
Pushing the water around with her hands, she noticed she was getting all wrinkly. While she could have lounged in the bathtub for a few more hours, she supposed she should get out.
Stepping out, she wrapped herself in a thick towel she found hanging on the back of the door. It was so soft, it felt like nothing she’d ever felt before.
She checked around the bathroom looking for some kind of button or something that would let the water out of the bathtub, but she came up empty.
“Cal,” she called. “How do you get the water out?”
When he came back in he was dressed in nothing more than his leather pants. The top button was undone.
Yummy.
“What’s wrong?”
“I--I can’t figure out how to get the water out of the bathtub.”
He chuckled.
“I keep forgetting that you don’t know much about this stuff,” he waved his hand as if to accompany his world.
Leaning down he flicked a lever on the top of the faucet and water streamed out of the tub.
“I’m not stupid, you know. The reason that no one knows about all this crap you have in your house is because it was outlawed after the war of 2075.”
“I’m well aware of that.” His extended his finger to trace the line of her collarbone from one shoulder to the other. “And I most certainly don’t think you’re an idiot. I wouldn’t have come to you for help otherwise.”
Right.
The only reason he’d come to her in the first place was because he needed help. And if he got some pussy in the bargain, well that was probably just fine with him.
He was about to learn that she didn’t come that easy.
“Yes,” she said walking out of the bathroom, making sure to maximize her contact with him. It was time to make him suffer. “You said you had a business proposition for me. What is it?”
Once in the bedroom she didn’t know where to sit. The bed was out, so she strolled to the small table in the corner of the room. She sat down and crossed her legs. The towel she was wearing slid apart showing a dangerous amount of leg.
“Dinner has been delivered,” he indicated the covered dishes on the table just inside the door, “Would you like to change before we discuss business?”
He imitated her cool tone, but he couldn’t hide the slight upturn at the side of his mouth.
Damn bastard was laughing at her again.
“Mr. Calix, if you expect to hire me for something, I’d suggest that you stop laughing at me.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Diana,” he said, though the smile didn’t disappear from his face. “Why don’t we discuss business over dinner?”
Chapter Four
Di was nothing if not distracting as she sat at the table practically naked. But he was pretty sure that he could distract her right back with t
he tray of food Trevor had just delivered.
He picked it up from where Trevor had just left it, right inside the door, and carried it to the table under the window.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to get dressed?”
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling a deviously sweet smile in his direction.
He coughed in an attempt to cover the laugh that was threatening to erupt.
When he set the tray of food in front of her eyes widened so much he was afraid they were going to pop out of her head.
“What is all this?”
It was quite different from the energy pills she was used to downing for her meals.
“Chicken, rice and a tomato,” he said, pointing to each one in turn.
“Where’d you get it?”
Her eyes traveled from his, back down to the plate of food and then back again.
“I have my sources for the chicken and rice, but the tomato came from my own garden. Or I guess I should say Trevor’s garden.”
“Who in the hell are you?” She asked, the awe apparent in her voice.
Cal reached over and took his own plate off the tray.
“Why don’t we talk while we eat?”
She didn’t say anything but watched as he cut and ate a piece of the chicken breast. It was so tender it practically melted on his tongue.
“Are you sure it’s, you know, safe?” She asked.
“I promise. People on Ancient Earth lived on this food for thousands of years.”
She poked at the chicken.
“Yeah, but they’re dead now.”
Cal laughed again but at the same time speared a piece of his own chicken onto his fork and held it across the table in front of her mouth.
“I promise. It’s good.”
She sniffed it once and then tentatively took a bite.
She chewed and then a huge grin spread across her face.
“It is good.”
There was that beautiful smile again and Cal felt like he was getting kicked in the gut. This was the tough, hard as nails woman that was going to help him find his brother?
She dug into her own food then, eating with the same enthusiasm as she fucked.
They settled into a companionable silence only broken when Di tried the tomato.
“Gods, that’s good,” she moaned.
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