by Pearl Foxx
Verity took a deep breath and shook her head, “It's okay, just do it.”
Chance released his hold on his cock and slid down her body, so his smooth belly rested between her legs. He ran a hand through the curtain of soft brown hair that had fallen over her face. “I don't want to ‘just do it.’ Don't get me wrong, I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re screaming my name, but I want you to enjoy it.”
Verity gave him a weak smile “I'm sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. We can wait. You don’t know me that well yet, and...” He shrugged his plesh covered shoulder.
Verity sat up slightly and shook her head. “I don't want to wait. I don't want the fears the elders in the compound pounded into me to keep me from anything I want ever again. But we were never told much about sex. We were only taught that it was for babies, and it would hurt.”
Chance narrowed his eyes with dawning realization. “Are you a virgin, sugar?”
Verity bit her lip and nodded looking away. “But it's not like I don't know anything. It's just the boys on the compound were always rough. So, I always said no.”
“If that's all you were taught, I’d say no too.” He ran his hand through her hair again and brought it down across her cheek and neck in a gentle caress. He swiped a finger across her lips, pulling the lower lip from the bite she had nervously begun.
“I'm not gonna to do anything you don't want,” he said. “I want to make you feel so good, so warm and ready that when my cock finally slides inside you, it’s like heaven. And if it doesn't, I'm gonna start right over again from the very beginning until it does.”
Verity shivered at the gravelly edge to his voice and nodded her head. He kissed between her breasts, his hand sliding down to her hips. He worked his tongue down over her stomach around her belly button and low enough to place his lips against the hair between her legs.
Verity looked down in shock, as he stuck out his tongue and licked between her folds. The warmth and soft caress of him licking her from opening all the way up to the bundle of nerves that made her jump evaporated all her fears. No one had done anything like this before. A quick fingering, an occasional hump in a stolen moment alone, but no one had ever taken the time to look to her pleasure. Certainly not by doing something so seductively dirty as licking her there.
All thought was rendered useless. Chance had both hands on her hips, holding her in place as she matched the strokes of his tongue with her own thrusts. He moved downward, somehow inserting his soft, warm tongue inside her, driving her wild. Soon his lips latched onto her clit, sucking as his tongue flicked against it, and long cool fingers slipped inside her.
She gripped her hair and wailed as another finger entered her, but there was no pain. The stretch of the invasion was undone by the exquisite pleasure his gentle strokes evoked. He fucked her with his fingers in time with his lips and tongue until she had no more words only the heat and electric need for release.
White lights shown behind her eyes as Verity arched up off the bed with a scream. Her entire body convulsed and pressed down against Chance’s beautiful face as he slipped in a third finger and curled them slightly fucking her from the inside out until she let out a final wail as the eruption of pleasure burst from her body.
She fell back against the bed and Chance looked up, wiping his face with the back of his hand and then climbed between her thighs. “You think you're ready to take me now? You think you want this cock inside you?”
Verity wrapped her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles in his back, as she pulled him up against her. “Yes, fill me up.”
Chapter 12
Chance
He slid into Verity’s warmth, pressing just the head of his cock in, testing what she could take. The heat that engulfed him made him roll his eyes into the back of his head. He maintained a tentative hold on his control by staring into her eyes.
She trusted him with this. This moment, this first.
Chance was unaccustomed to anyone trusting him with much of anything beyond the goings-on at the Ball & Joint. Women were attracted to him. A few even tried to fuck him. But how many actually trusted him?
Not a single fucking one.
Until Verity took his cybernetic hand in her own and held it to her heart.
He inched forward, watching her face for any discomfort.
She moved tenuously beneath him, encouraging him further. He pressed harder, butting up against the inner boundary of her virginity which he'd forgotten even existed.
She took a deep breath and her thighs tensed around his.
He stilled, running his fingers through her hair and placing soft kisses on her face. He ran his tongue down her neck chewing on the spot just below her ear he had already discovered made her quiver and relax. Her inner muscles melted around him, and the heat of their union drove him to thrust gently, back and forth, just enough for her to get used to the sensation of it.
He cupped her cheek and waited for her to meet his eyes. “This might hurt, just for a minute, and then it’ll be over and will feel good again. It'll feel so amazing, you won’t be able to believe it possible.”
She looked at him from beneath fluttering lashes. “You mean it'll feel better than this?”" Chance chuckled and could feel the vibration run along her body.
“So much fucking better than this.”
He leaned down and kissed her, wrapped one arm around her back, and lifted himself on his knees. With one hard, powerful thrust, he pushed inside, breaking the barrier of her hymen and claiming her virginity as his own.
Verity whimpered into his mouth, but instead of slowing and giving her body a chance to tense up he thrust deep into her pulling almost all the way out and then back again. Her body quivered beneath him her, thighs up around her hips, but soon the tightness of her pussy became the clutching embrace of pleasure. She rocked her hips up to meet his and pulled away from his lips panting.
“Oh my God. Oh. God. God. Chance!”
He loved the sound of pleasure dripping from her lips. He moved firmly and quickly. Increasing his pace as much as he dared. He didn't want to push her, but every time he thought it would be too much she moaned, begging him with her body to keep going.
His body trembled as he held back, all he wanted to do was plunge into her balls deep and spill deep inside her. He longed to pull out, grab her by the hips, flip her over, and fuck her on her hands and knees until she could barely walk the next day. But he maintained control, focusing on the mewling sensual woman beneath him. If she had been beautiful before, she was downright exquisite now, cheeks flushed with pleasure and excitement, her neck long and sensual.
He couldn’t resist running his teeth down her neck and biting her on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and supple, and he dragged his teeth along her flesh. Beneath him, Verity quivered and clamped down his cock
She liked it a little rough. He’d have to remember that later. The idea of a next time—even his wanting there to be a next time—overwhelmed him and soon his body shook with the effort not to give into his mounting orgasm.
New heat rushed through him as Verity fluttered around Chance’s cock. She threw her head back and in a rare display of abandon let lose a primal scream.
Chance held her, thrusting hard and deep as she rode the wave of her orgasm. The sight of her, so beautiful and free, was enough to make any man lose control, but Chance held on determined to make this first time special.
As her body collapsed, her passion spent, Chance finally gave himself permission to give over to the glorious feeling of her delicious pussy still throbbing around him like a heartbeat. He rocked into her three more times.
She kept her arms around his back, still moving as her inner walls clenched down around the aftershocks of her orgasm. When the muscles shook with need and heat swelling up his spine like an electric shock, he slammed a hand against the wall with a roar. He rocketed forward one final time, as he came inside her, submitting to the needs of his desi
re leaving him a breathless pulsing pile of raw nerve endings.
Chance collapsed, keeping the weight on his arms and knees to keep from completely crushing Verity. She ran her delicate fingers up and down his back and nuzzled into his neck.
“That was nothing like I was told it would be.” She panted.
“I'll take that as a compliment.”" He chuckled before pulling his softening cock out of her.
She whimpered slightly then reached for a blanket to cover herself with.
“Don't.” He reached for her hand and pulled it back so he could kiss her fingers. “I just want to look at you for a while.”
Verity met him with a soft gaze that was too familiar for comfort, but Chance shook the idea away. He was just whimsical in his post-coital bliss.
Verity sat up and looked out the window of his bedroom, the sun high enough in the sky that it filtered down between the buildings of the upper city and flooded the slums with its rare appearance. “What time is it?”
“Who fucking cares.” Chance rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Lay back down. We’ll sleep and then if you feel up to it, we’ll start over again from the beginning.” He kissed her hip, and she shivered but pulled away.
“I have to go home. Imogen is waiting for me, I told her I wouldn’t be gone for very long, and now it looks like half the day is over.”
Chance looked up at the cute little scowl that turned her lips downward when she tried so hard to be taken seriously. He did everything in his power not to laugh, because it wasn't funny. She was right. She needed to be there for her friend. But the emotion coursing through him—affection? familiarity?—he wasn't sure yet, made everything she did just a little sweeter.
“Okay, you're right. Whatever your friend’s been through we probably shouldn't be the cause of more worry.” He stepped up, climbed off the bed, and pulled on a pair of jeans, sucking his still interested cock inside.
“Where are you going? You can still sleep.”
“No, I’m going with you. I hear there are dangerous cyborgs out there who will seduce young girls and take their innocence.”
Verity laughed and watched him before raising an eyebrow. “No underwear?”
“Easy access for later,” he winked.
She giggled and blushed before looking away. “I don't think I can do that.”
Chance couldn't stand being away from her any longer. He crawled across the bed and tackled her with a playful hug. “That's okay. I can just rip yours off if I need to.” He kissed her neck, and she laughed a full bright sound that filled his apartment with happiness.
She smacked him on the shoulder and scurried away, searching the floor. “Where are my clothes?”
Chance leaned back on his bed with his hands behind his head, enjoying the show. Her pert little breasts bounced as she scurried around the room. She was too thin, but the swell of her hips couldn’t be denied and were sexy as fuck. He wanted to watch her naked all day every day.
“I think there's a trail of clothes from the front door all the way back here.” He watched her half nude clothing scavenger hunt like it was the best porn anyone had ever made. All the better thanks to her kiss-swollen lips and the bite mark he’d left on her neck.
Chapter 13
Verity
“You don't have to walk me home every time you see me.”
Chance chuckled darkly. “It seems like anytime I leave you on your own for too long you get yourself into trouble.”
Verity grumbled. “Don't remind me.” Chance wrapped his cybernetic arm around her waist, placing his hand against her too prominent hipbone and pulled her close against his body without breaking stride. “Now that I've got you, you're not getting away.”
He stopped walking and turned toward her, taking her chin in his hands. “You understand that, don't you? You're mine now.” He lowered his lips to hers, and Verity’s stomach bubbled and rolled as the sensation of his kiss traveled through her body. It had only been a couple of hours since they'd made love. Since she'd lost her virginity. And she was ready for more.
They continued walking, but Verity was lost in her own mind. How many horror stories had she heard about girls who had sex with men not approved as husbands? All of them entailed pain and sometimes death, and always a healthy dollop of shame and atonement. But she was already disowned. She'd made sure of that herself. Who was left to judge her? She looked up at Chance’s handsome, strong face and a strange pride swelled inside her at being called his. Only months ago, the idea of being claimed by a man was no better than being reduced to property, like the cattle or allotted acreage. But being Chance’s felt different. With him, it seemed less about how he owned her, and more about how she owned him.
The sun still hid the behind the clouds, and the heat started its daytime assault on Verity’s sense of smell. Cyn City an odoriferous place. No, that was being far too nice. Cyn city stank. The trash piled in the street, and the overwhelming breeze of marsh and compost that came from the swampland near the wall filled the air.
“This is why I sleep during the day,” Chance grumbled as Verity pulled her hand up over her nose.
“Believe me, I'd much rather be in bed with you then out here reeking of trash.” Verity nuzzled into his side.
They walked until the streets turned to cobblestone. The buildings sagged from age and moisture, but Verity’s heart was buoyant. The warmth of Chance’s body against her side held her worries at bay, and each time he leaned down to nuzzle her hair or place a kiss on the side of her head she was reminded that there was good even here.
She'd been told to stay away from him, because he was dangerous. But wasn't being with her dangerous too? Didn't she have her own parcel stuffed full of secrets? And while she felt certain he'd thought it, he never asked, allowing her to keep her own counsel.
At the steps of her building, she pulled away from Chance and took his hand. “Let me talk to Wicksham. He doesn't need to see some big mean looking cyborg at my side while I'm paying my rent. You might give him a heart attack.”
Chance shook his head. “You really think you're going anywhere without me?”
Verity rolled her eyes and huffed at his smirk. His overprotectiveness was surprisingly endearing. Perhaps because she knew that when it came down to it, he knew she could hold her own.
“Okay, fine. But you wait on the stairs, back away from the door a little. Seriously, Wicksham has been very kind. I'd be sleeping in the streets it wasn't for him, if anything you should be abundantly nice to him. If you know how to do that?”
Chance closed in, filling her personal space and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her neck, licking and nibbling up to her ear before whispering, “I think you know just how nice I can be.”
Verity pushed him away with both hands. “That's not what I mean.” She giggled with a shake of her head before turning and walking away. At the top of the stairs, she realized Chance hadn't been following. She turned, “After all that, are you waiting out here?”
“No, just enjoying the view.” He flashed those killer dimples, and her heart skipped a beat.
Verity couldn't stop the blush that heated her face. He was adorable. Completely over-the-top and ridiculous and for some reason she loved it.
Inside the moldy building, Chance didn't look around with judgment or shake his head at the conditions she lived in. Just like the last time he had been here he accepted the situation as it was.
Verity’s sense of shame over living in a place so run down rotted in her stomach. She hated not having someplace nicer for Imogen. She didn't have a separate bedroom like Chance, so she couldn’t even invite him to stay here. She hated the black mold running along her walls and the greenish mildew growing up from the floorboards. But it was better than being homeless, and that's exactly what she would have been if it weren't for this place and Wicksham.
Verity knocked on the door on the first floor and waved Chance back with her hand. “Go on, stand on the first
or second step, so you aren’t the first thing he sees when he opens the door,” Verity whispered.
Chance huffed but complied with her request.
The door swung open, and the familiar scent of tobacco and mildew wafted out in the hallway. Wicksham greeted her with his usual surprised smile. Sometimes it felt like every time he saw her he was amazed she had returned.
“Verity, come in,” he said stepping back and opening the door further into his moist apartment.
“I don't have time. I'm so sorry, Wicksham. I would love to visit. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow?”
Wicksham frowned and turned his head toward the looming cyborg now standing right behind her. Her landlord's face fell, and the frown made him look colder, meaner, more like he belonged to the slums.
“Verity, I don't know what you've gotten yourself into, but get inside the apartment right now.” He reached out to grab her hand, but before he could make contact, Chance’s cybernetic hand wrapped around the old man's wrist. “Do not touch her.”
Wicksham’s eyes widened, and the old man began to tremble.
“Let go of him,” Verity scolded. “I specifically told you to stand over there, so you didn't give him a heart attack.” When Chance released Wicksham’s arm, Verity pushed him in the chest hard enough to surprise him into taking a step backward. Both men looked at her with a tilted head, the similarity so endearing it almost made her laugh out loud.
Verity alternated her eyes between the two men. “Wicksham, this is Chance. He's my friend.”
Chance’s eyebrows raised.
“I have the rest of the rent money for you and next month’s too, so I'm all caught up.” She reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope containing all the cash she owed. Chance had helped her count it out and make sure it was in something sealed so she wasn't just handing over raw credits. “I can wait while you check it if you want to, but I promise it's all there.”
Wicksham glanced at Chance and then returned his familiar smile. “No need for that. I trust you. If for some reason there is a calculation problem, I'll let you know. I checked on your friend about an hour ago. She was up and about and cooking something that smelled delicious with the groceries I dropped by yesterday.”