LyonsPrice

by Mina Carter

  “God, you taste wonderful. That’s it, babe, give me everything,” he whispered against her. “I want to taste your cream on my tongue.”

  That did it. Throwing her head back, she abandoned herself to the maelstrom of pleasure within. Her body shook as she shattered, coming harder than she’d ever come before.

  He growled in approval, burying his face between her thighs and lapping up her juices with eagerness. She shuddered. Each brush and thrust of his tongue against her pleasure-racked flesh was almost unbearable. She moaned as he fucked her with his agile tongue, desperate for something larger and thicker between her thighs.

  Despite her release, her arousal built again. Insistent and relentless, it was a tide of pleasure she couldn’t do anything to stop. When he pulled away, wiping his mouth, she was flushed and panting in need again.

  “You taste fantastic. I could tongue-fuck you for eternity.”

  He moved up her body in a surge of explosive movement. On the way, he ripped open the front of his ship-suit and gathered her leg up over his hip. “I bet you’ll feel fantastic wriggling on my cock as well.”

  She gasped as he moved. The wide head of his cock nudged at her slit. A fresh wave of heat rolled through her, coating his cock. She wanted this. Heaven help her, she wanted this. She wanted to be pinned against a wall and fucked insensible by a sexy stranger with enigmatic green eyes.

  Embarrassment tried to join the heat surging through her. Nice girls shouldn’t yearn to be thrust up against a wall and have their brains screwed out. It didn’t last long though. As he pulled her leg higher over his hip and began to push into her, all of her higher brain functions went into meltdown.

  He pushed and her body parted around his thick diameter. She caught her breath. He was big. Far bigger than she’d thought, even with the warning of his cock pressed up against her belly earlier. So wide, she tensed, feeling the slight burning in her pussy. Feeling her hesitation, he reared back and speared her with a glittering gaze.

  “Don’t you dare back out on me now.”

  The expression on his face was thunderous, his voice little more than a growl of warning. Rolling his hips, he leaned in and his breath whispered over her neck. “It’s not nice to tease a man. Cock teases get fucked anyway. Used hard and nasty. You want that?”

  She didn’t. Everything intellectual about her recoiled from the idea, but her body clenched tightly at his crude words. Her cunt fluttered on the thick cock she was stretched around. Something inside told her that he wouldn’t make good on the threat. That if she said no, he’d let her walk away unharmed. How she knew that she had no idea.

  Perhaps it was the gentleness of his hands despite their great strength. Or the fact he’d made sure of her pleasure before he’d gotten his cock out of his pants. She knew a lot of men would have whipped their pricks out at the merest hint of a willing pussy. Then it would be two minutes, if she was lucky, of thrusting and groaning for nothing more than sticky thighs and finishing herself off in the shower.

  The rush of liquid tipped him off. Grunting in surprise, he slipped in another half inch. The dark realization in his eyes and slow, erotic smile almost had her coming over his cock, right there and then.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  Samara bit her lip and didn’t answer. How could she answer that without sounding like a complete slut? Yes, I love it. Fuck me now, big boy? Nope, she just couldn’t force the words past her lips. The blush seemed to be enough though. He grinned and rolled his hips, making them both gasp.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard…you’ll come screaming my name.”

  She shivered. Heat crawled over her body. Every cell was energized, burning with anticipation. Just one heavy thrust, that’s all it would take. Then she’d be filled to the hilt and in sheer, erotic heaven.

  “What are you waiting for then?”

  She leaned her head back against the wall and treated him to a sensual look from under her lashes. The sort of look she’d seen the other, skinnier nurses try on the marines, but certainly nothing she’d ever have thought of trying herself. She was too plump, too plain for anything like that.

  Until now. Until he’d made her feel sexy.

  He didn’t answer her. Not with words anyway. Slowly, with an almost mechanical precision, he pushed against her. Pushed home. Biting her lip, she held back a moan as her body parted to accommodate him. It was a burning, slippery slide of pure sensation. Not once did he break eye contact as he filled her inch by delicious inch with his cock.

  “Oh God,” she managed as his hips met hers. Buried to the hilt, his cock throbbed inside her. She’d never felt so full in all her life.

  “Lyon, actually. You can call me God if you like.” His lips found her temple and planted soft kisses there. “Breathe. Just breathe and it’ll feel good soon.”

  The almost painful, full feeling wore off, leaving the uncontrollable need to move in its wake. She rocked her hips. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure cascaded through her body. The small movement opened the floodgates.

  Crowding her against the wall, he grunted and pulled his hips back. He wasn’t gone long. Within a heartbeat, he was back, slamming his thick length into her in one heavy thrust. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders for support. Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, she wriggled on his cock, sliding onto it another impossible half inch.

  “More,” she demanded, using the strong muscles of her thighs to lift herself up the length of his erection. Whimpering in pleasure, she released them and slid back down the heavily veined shaft. She’d heard cyborgs were well endowed, but this was something else.

  She liked big cocks, some of the vibrators she kept in her bottom drawer were almost eye-watering in girth, but none of them were like this. No amount of synth-plastic, no matter how realistic or how stimulating its pump action, could replace the real thing. And nothing, she was quickly finding out, compared to Lyon. She could feel everything.

  “Tease,” he threw back between gritted teeth. “But if it’s more you want, then more you’ll get. Sure you can handle it?”

  The last was a rhetorical question. As soon as the words left his lips, he started to move. Not the exploratory movements of earlier, as he’d allowed her to get used to the sheer size and width of him. Instead he spread his thighs for balance, pulled back, then surged back into her in a powerful thrust that literally stole the breath from her lungs. He pinned her between the wall and his battle-honed and -hardened frame. Fucking her with heavy thrusts and dominant surges, he fed the entire length of his cock into her needy cunt until his balls pressed against her ass. He pulled back out again, until the wide purple head almost slipped from her soaked slit.

  His eyes glittered under half-closed lids. His expression was caught somewhere between male triumph and feral possessiveness. As though she belonged to him and this claiming would bind them for life.

  All such fanciful thoughts scattered as he rolled his hips in an unexpected move to touch a spot inside her slick, arousal-drenched channel that made the ship, any number of worlds…hell, even the entire universe roll.

  “Ohhhh…”

  He grinned at her vocalization of pleasure. There was little amusement in the brief slash of white teeth and a whole lot of erotic determination. He did it again, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. Then again and again, until every thrust pressed against that glorious spot of sensation inside her.

  She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her moans and whimpers inside. She’d never been a quiet lover; even now with a chance they would get caught. Perhaps even more so with the added thrill of being taken in a nearly public place by a man like this, conspiring to tip her over the edge.

  Her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping the hard shaft as pleasure built inside her. She needed more, urging him on with small rolls of her hips and the rake of her nails down his back. He shuddered as she scored him, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  Inside her, his cock jerked
in reaction to her sensual torture. Growling in the back of his throat, he looped her leg over his arm, just one, and drove into her with renewed ferocity. Off balance, she grabbed his shoulders, mashing her breasts against the solid planes of his chest. Her hands and his cock impaling her were the only things that helped her keep her balance.

  His eyes closing, he slammed into her, hips pounding against hers. The rhythm wasn’t as smooth or as slick. Like a runaway train, just slightly out of control, as though he’d lost control. He opened his eyes to look down at her, surprise in their depths.

  His gaze latched on to her lips and he swooped in to claim them again. Without preamble, he drove his tongue into her mouth in the same hard rhythm he was using to fuck her, swallowing her moan as the tension in her frame neared breaking point again.

  What was it about this guy? She’d already come once, hard. Yet now she was on the verge of another explosive orgasm, as though she hadn’t come in weeks. Her whimpers were lost in his mouth as her cunt clenched around his cock.

  He thrust into her again and she was lost. The pressure broke, overflowing like champagne over the top of a glass. Pleasure fizzled and bubbled through her veins as she clamped down on his cock. Her body milked his, and she rode his thick shaft for all she was worth.

  He pushed into her one last time, and then stiffened. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he groaned. Deep inside her body, his cock jerked and pulsed and he spilled white-hot seed in her depths.

  Chapter Three

  “Are you sure this is the right ship?”

  Cael looked over her shoulder from the copilot’s seat at the demand. Her slender fingers moved over the controls in front of her in an elaborate dance as she brought the cloaked shuttle into the best alignment for a concealed boarding of the vessel above them.

  A cancer-class cyborg, she didn’t have to look at the screen in front of her to know the docking clamps were almost in place. Her dual onboard comps were linked to the shuttle’s computer system, so what the sensors saw, she saw too.

  The docking tube clamped into place, the sound echoing both in cyberspace and through the deck beneath her feet as she rose from her seat and made her way back toward Archon. One of the Geminis onboard, he was more arrogant than his quieter brother, Eoin.

  “Am I or am I not…” She walked her fingers up his broad slab of a chest. “This section’s Cancer class?”

  “Yeah, we know that. Your point?”

  Archon didn’t bother to stop her touching him. He’d hinted more than once he’d have her in the sack in a hot second. Cael knew he’d be good. He was a Gemini, there was no way he wouldn’t be good. Designed as infiltration units, G-classes had seduction coded into their genes before they reached the maturation tanks.

  She didn’t look at the silent brother cleaning his rifle just feet away, but she knew he was there. Sure, she wanted Archon, but not without his brother. Considering it was a cyborg woman who’d broken Eoin’s heart and given him the three vicious scars across his face and the heavy limp, it would be a cold day in hell before she’d manage to become the meat in this Gemini sandwich.

  “She means you’re dumb and she knows what she’s doing, dickweed. Now shut the fuck up so we can get this done, get Lyon off this tin can and get home.” Eoin’s voice was a growl as he surged into movement, giving Cael a wide berth as he headed for the boarding hatch. “And if you two wanna fuck, then get a room already.”

  The two looked after him in shock as Eoin boosted himself up into the tube, putting himself perilously close to the cutting arc of the boarder. Sparks flew and dropped down around his legs and booted feet. Cael tried not to stare at the brace on his left leg. No one in the section looked at it directly. They were all uncomfortable that one of their number might be less than physically perfect.

  Archon looked back at her, his sinfully full lips quirking. “So what about it, gorgeous? Want to grab a room after this and do the horizontal tango for a night?”

  Cael punched his arm in answer. Even female and a Cancer, a class known more for its computing power than brute strength, she was heavily enhanced. Archon rocked back on his heels as he absorbed the power of her blow. He gasped and held his hands over his heart. “Lady, you wound me.”

  “Get a derma-bandage.” She threw the words over her shoulder as she followed Eoin into the boarding tube.

  * * * * *

  The boarding was fast and furious. As soon as the cutter was done, the three cyborgs dropped into the corridor below, rifles at the ready. The Valkyrie was an exploration and fast-response vessel. Cael’s interrogation of the Fleet databases had revealed that there was a marine detachment stationed on board, so there was going to be a certain amount of resistance.

  Sure enough, within seconds of them breaching the ship’s hull, the marines were on them. Ignoring the laser bolts whizzing past her head, Cael slid behind Eoin’s bulk, dropped her rifle to the deck and yanked an access panel off the wall. She didn’t have time to search for an unsecured access point, so it would have to be brute force.

  Peering into the mass of cables under the panel, she picked out the data cable. Knife in hand, she stripped the protective casing back, ignoring the electrical shock that tingled over her skin. All cyborgs were protected against electrical shock and EM pulse, but none more than Cancers, who were designed to deal with power and data systems.

  “Gotcha.”

  The knife cut the plastic sheath easily. Below it, the tritanium-copper alloy of the data cable winked back at her. Without hesitation, Cael reached in and grabbed it. The metallic access points buried in the palm of her hand like a spider’s web sparked into life and then she was into the system.

  “Bypassing firewalls. Shit, they’ve got the TM-twenty-seven,” she announced to the two men providing covering fire. To all intents and purposes, the battle for the ship was taking place in the corridor as the two forces, cyborg and Fleet, exchanged fire. The reality was far different. The battle was in cyberspace, between Cael and the ship’s defense computer.

  Eoin flicked a glance over his shoulder. The first time he’d looked at her fully in a long time, since before his accident. “You can do it, babe. I know you can.”

  Surprised by the support as well as the warmth and interest in his eyes as he flicked his gaze over her still form, Cael just lay there for a moment. Snapping herself out of it, she rerouted all available processing power to cracking the Valkyrie’s defense net. For long moments her body grew heavy and she even allowed her breathing to stop as she disappeared into cyberspace.

  With a crack, the net broke. Whooping in triumph, Cael surged into the computer to take command. Straight away she shut down all the alarms, locked out command access with a mutating algorithm and created an all-access wireless link so she could maintain control even when she let go of the cable.

  Opening her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling. “Marine weapons shutdown in three…two…now!”

  “That was…amazing.”

  Even to Samara, her voice sounded shaky. It should do, she’d just had the most amazing sex in her life. She wrapped her arms around Lyon with tenderness. He was still breathing heavily, his body buried deeply in hers. It was more than the sex, she admitted, stroking his back as she waited for him to calm down. He was a cyborg, the supposed scourge of the galaxy, yet he was trembling in her arms.

  He grunted in answer and pressed a kiss into the curve of her neck. Leaning her cheek against him, she allowed her eyes to close and let it all fall away. It didn’t matter that she was naked in a cell with a guy she’d only met a couple of days ago. It didn’t matter he was a prisoner.

  All that mattered was he was holding her, his big body wrapped around her protectively. An orphan of the Heral system war, she was used to being on her own. The feeling of being held and protected was an almost forgotten, and very seductive, one.

  “Awww. Isn’t this nice?”

  She jumped at the sound of a voice from the corridor. They’d been discovered. Expecting mar
ines to pour into the cell at any moment and tear him away, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. She didn’t want this to be over. It couldn’t be over. Not yet.

  Lyon shifted position slightly, keeping the bulk of his body between her and the open front of the cell, his face still buried in the curve of her neck.

  “Archon. Do me a favor and fuck off.”

  A wholly masculine chuckle was the reply. “Seems like you’re doing enough of that for the both of us. Want me to leave you two lovebirds to it? I mean, it’s only your own goddamn rescue. Nothing important.”

  “I swear to God, I’m going to wring that fucking Gemini’s neck.”

  “You know him?” The instant the words slipped from her mouth, Samara wanted to kick herself. Of course Lyon knew him. How else would he know his name?

  “Aye. Rescue party. And they’re late. Archon, turn your back.” Lyon’s voice was hard as he looked back over his shoulder.

  “Awww, Lyon, man. You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

  “Now.”

  She jumped at the snapped command. Beyond the broad shoulders which were cutting off her view of the rest of the cell came the sound of boots on the deck and Archon grumbling. Something about never getting to see any action. Samara couldn’t help it, he sounded so much like a sulky teenager that she giggled. Granted it had a note of hysteria, but it was still mostly a sound of amusement.

  Lyon slipped out of her, then let her down gently, holding her as her feet touched the floor. She scrambled for her discarded clothing as he pulled his ship-suit into place again. Heat flared over her cheeks as she shoved her arms and legs into the suit, then yanked the zipper up with a sharp movement. He’d taken her while still mostly clothed.

  Sliding her feet into her slip-ons, she finally met his eyes. Like a patient cat, he simply watched, green eyes impassive over the small tattoo on his cheek. Rescue party. He was leaving. Disappointment crashed over her like the waves on a beach. Was she just a quick tumble, a bit of fun while he had a spare five minutes?