Kaiden

by Vivienne Savage

  He grunted and turned another piece. When he activated his miko, the tiny shrine priestess drew her bow string and released the red laser arrow. It zipped around on an erratic path, reflected from one samurai to the next until it lit the pagoda guarding Nisrine’s emperor. “Yeah, but you handed that one over to me. Your emperor is looking a bit naked now.”

  Nisrine blinked, staring at the board with wide eyes. “So he is.” Recovering, she sipped her drink. “But the game isn’t over yet, and you’ll join him soon.”

  “Uh huh.”

  He didn’t. Three rounds later, Kaiden had maneuvered a Torii gate into the ideal position to light her emperor piece. He smirked and leaned back. “Tits please.”

  “You’re so crude.”

  “You told me to be myself.”

  “I did.”

  “Well? Do I get your shirt or not?”

  She inched the top up while Kaiden resisted the urge to help by ripping it off. His patience was rewarded by the first glimpse of her bare breasts, perfect and full, with dusky rose nipples. His mouth watered. Breath caught in his chest, his gaze zeroed in on them before following the silk top as Nisrine pulled it off over her head. With her arms over her head and her hair lifted from her shoulders, he admired a pose perfect for sculpting. It’d have been a marble worthy of a museum.

  The silk hit him in the face before he even registered she’d tossed it at him. And fuck, it smelled good, like exotic spices and warm musk with a hint of something floral. His cock twitched, further tenting up his boxers until he gave in to the temptation and readjusted it, somehow resisting the urge to give it a long stroke in front of her.

  “Looks like we’re tied now.” Her voice jerked his attention back to her face. She’d reset the board with a simpler, basic arrangement. “One final match to declare the ultimate victor.”

  “I suppose so.”

  Kaiden hesitated as he studied the board. Suddenly, he didn’t want to win anymore. Not like this. A sense of wrong resonated in him, a feeling he couldn’t quite place.

  Did he deserve the win?

  Had he earned it?

  Better yet, was it right to have Nisrine stripped in front of him, gorgeous body naked from head to toe because of his gifts?

  “I forfeit.” He tipped over the emperor Nisrine had set back into place.

  “No.”

  Refusal was the last thing Kaiden expected. “I forfeit, Nisrine.”

  “I don’t accept your surrender.” She lifted her chin to return his stare. Her unwavering gaze made Kaiden look away first.

  “It feels cheap,” he finally admitted after Nisrine failed to break the prolonged silence between them. “I always imagined in my head that if I had the chance to see all of you, it would be because you wanted it.”

  Nisrine leaned across the board and seized control of his mouth, kissing him hard and fast. Her tongue swept between his lips as the fingers of one hand delved into his hair. The other crawled over his chest to his shoulders then traced the muscular definition down the length of his arms until her touch tickled against his wrist. When she finally pulled back, they were both breathless.

  “Kaiden, if I had not wanted the game, I would not have agreed to the terms.”

  Her words provided all the reassurance he needed.

  Fuck the game.

  Kaiden pulled her into his lap and tasted her lips again, the sweet hint of liquor as intoxicating as the teasing flick of her tongue in his mouth. He met her stroke for stroke, yearning for more, daring to cup one soft breast.

  His arms weren’t his own flesh and blood, but the tactile sensation of her nipple stiffening against his palm felt the same to his cybernetic parts. Groaning, he tore away from her mouth and dipped his head to capture it between his lips. He teased and sucked until it beaded tight, nipping it once before moving to the other.

  “You’re so damned beautiful.”

  He twisted her around until her back was against his chest, her legs straddled across his. One tug shredded the panties away and bared her. There wasn’t a stitch left on her athletic body, those mile-long legs of hers parted on either side of his thighs, and in the viewing screen across from them, he saw the reflection of her sprawled over him, naked and vulnerable.

  At that sight, Kaiden’s patience dissolved. He reached between her thighs and traced their juncture, sweeping his index and middle finger through her waxed folds and gathering the slickness there. Nisrine moaned. She raised her hands to her own breasts and squeezed, her head tilted back against his shoulder.

  Fuck. Watching her touch herself was almost enough to make him blow his load, and they hadn’t even truly started yet.

  “Like that, do you, lass?”

  “Pleasure is always a good thing.”

  “It sure is.” He curved one finger inwards and sank it to the first knuckle. A second followed when she made no voice of dissent. Mindful of his own strength, he stroked his fingers between her wet cleft and slid them in a second time. With each pass, he dipped a little further, until his fingers disappeared into her tight pussy and she squirmed in his lap. More than anything, he wanted to hear her cry out his name as he brought her to complete bliss.

  With that driving thought in mind, he quickened his pace, stroking her deep before pulling out to circle his slick fingers around her clit. He turned his face against her hair and caught her ear between his teeth.

  So much time had passed since he’d last held a woman that all he wanted was to give her the time of her life. He needed to watch her come and hear the breathy gasps of his name from her lips.

  Nisrine’s soft moans abruptly morphed to a startled cry.

  Kaiden jerked his hand back. “Shit. Sorry. Was that too hard? Nissie, I—”

  “No, no, no. Don’t stop!” She frantically grabbed his hand and pulled it back between her legs. “Do it again.”

  His brows knit, perplexed. “I don’t even know what I did.”

  “Your fingers…”

  Kaiden rubbed the pads of his thumb and forefinger together and a subtle buzz vibrated between them, intensifying when he returned to Nisrine’s clit. Within a second of reflecting on that particular mystery, information flooded his mind regarding a specialized subset of programming related to deep cover work.

  Subterfuge and seduction.

  Either someone had a wicked sense of humor or they were making sure he was designed to be the perfect spy, because they’d taken the time to give him certain upgrades that had nothing to do with fighting. But, in this instance, he appreciated his unique abilities.

  And fuck yeah, he intended to use them.

  Magic fingers. That was the only possible way to describe it.

  The pulsating buzz amped the building pleasure. Tension wound through her body, spiraling up from her toes to the burning center of her.

  “Don’t stop.” Her voice hitched, ending on a quiet little squeal. “I’m so close.”

  “Nothing could make me stop now.” But then he shifted their positions and sprawled her on the couch instead, lowering to his knees in front of her. Anticipating it didn’t prepare Nisrine for what happened next—Kaiden dipped his head and tasted her, a sudden tongue flick dancing over her folds. He made a low, deep sound of pleasure. “Fuck. I want to be inside you.”

  And his vibrating, wonderful, magical fingers were still buzzing against her clit, sweeping past the tender pearl over and over in short bursts that drove her up the wall with mounting desire until she thought she’d simply burst. A shiver raced up her spine, and her toes involuntarily curled.

  The sexiest man in all the galaxy was kneeling in front of her, reverent and hungry. He slid two fingers inside her, and her pussy clenched, equally greedy. One glance at him was all it took to push her over the edge. Her hips bucked up, her thighs trembled, and then orgasm rippled through her like a thunderbolt.

  He kissed the crease of her thigh and moved from the floor while she tried to gather herself and pull her wits together. It was useless, thou
gh. Flutters of pleasure still trembled through her body.

  “Pretty sure there isn’t a sexier woman in all the galaxy.” He looked so cocky sitting there beside her, another rare half-grin on his handsome face. He glanced down at his own hand, half in wonder and half pride. “Both the most useful and useless mod they gave me.”

  Nisrine crawled close enough to sprawl on his big, muscular frame, loving the warmth of him beneath her now that the room was cooling by several degrees. “There was nothing useless about that.”

  Kaiden slipped an arm around her. He even held her for a moment before they kissed again, another series of tongue-tangling scorchers that tingled all the way down to her toes. He rolled her left nipple between his fingers, teasing with those maddening vibrations that made it feel like her nipples and clit were connected by a harmonic silver cord. Pleasure sizzled along the imaginary line.

  And somehow, through it all he hadn’t asked for anything in return, it had been all about her pleasure and providing service. Eager to know the feel of his bare skin, Nisrine slid her fingers in his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing length of him. He was so hard, thick and perfect, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. She circled her thumb over it and watched his expression, pleased when his eyes fell shut with pleasure.

  “I want your cock.”

  Kaiden gestured to it. “It’s right here if you want it, lass.” After a pause, he murmured, as if for her sake, “It’s the one part of me they haven’t augmented in some way. I’m pretty sure of it.”

  It’d be so easy to adjust her position and take him inside her, but she wanted more. A tiny kernel of intuition told her Kaiden was holding back. Instead of straddling him as he no doubt expected, Nisrine let go and climbed to her feet. She took him by both hands. After a few insistent tugs, he rose with her and followed her to the bedroom, cotton shorts left behind.

  Nisrine sat on the edge of the bed then lay back, letting her dark hair fan out over the sheets as she beckoned Kaiden closer. He only came near enough for his legs to touch the mattress, green gaze roving over her with unconcealed hunger.

  “I want you above me.”

  “No.”

  She blinked at him and sat up. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted this…”

  “I do, Nissie.” He cupped her face between his hands and gazed down at her, eyes focused. “I weigh a lot now. I’m heavy and… sometimes don’t know my own strength. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “You don’t—”

  “You won’t. I trust you. You didn’t hurt me a moment ago, and you won’t hurt me when we make love.”

  His cock twitched in apparent approval of her confidence in him. Nisrine reached down to give it a stroke, fascinated by the sheer girth of him. Her caress slid lower, and she palmed the full, heavy balls beneath it while his eyelids squeezed shut with pleasure.

  “Love the way you touch me. Fuck. I don’t know how to say no to you.”

  “Then don’t.”

  Kaiden lowered one knee to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. He leaned over her and guided her back against the sheets.

  True to his word, he was heavy, but she didn’t feel smothered as his weight settled against her. There was only heat and warm skin, the scrape of his scruff against her shoulder as he kissed his way across her collarbone.

  “Are you—”

  Another kiss silenced his worried words. Nisrine held him close, both hands in his hair, and kept him anchored in place. One calloused palm laid against her thigh and dragged upward, slowly, Kaiden caressing his way over her hip and up her ribcage until he took possession of her left breast. A single flick of his thumb across her nipple sent shockwaves zipping through her.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed more. The hard length of his cock pressed against her inner thigh, thick and gloriously huge, and she was close to begging for him to finally join them together.

  The moment the tip of him nudged for entrance, she hooked one calf above his ass and thrust her hips up.

  He froze, groaning a tortured sound against her mouth. “Slow, Nissie,” he pleaded. “Let’s just take it slow.”

  “You’re not hurting me.”

  “I know.” His quiet laugh warmed her throat and her heart. “But it’s been a long time for me, and I want to last more than two minutes.”

  Nisrine’s hand cupped his cheek, tilting his gaze to hers. “We have all night. One misfire won’t hurt.”

  Kaiden claimed her lips then rocked against her in an assertive stroke that only buried him half-depth. Nisrine didn’t know if it was because he was so wondrously thick or if it meant she was too tight, but the burn was exquisite, the perfect balance of pleasure and stretch. He inched out then glided forward again.

  Then he plunged in balls deep.

  Their mutual sound of pleasure echoed off the cabin walls. He buried his face against her throat and huffed out a breath.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Nissie. Don’t know if I can last. I want to. Just don’t know if I can.”

  She turned her head enough to kiss his brow. “Do whatever you can, Kai. I’ll take whatever you can give me. Anything you can give me.”

  The next thrusts came in a slow and lazy rhythm. Kaiden filled her over and over, at times teasing with his length, retreating until he sawed it up and down her cleft, and at other times grinding until the base of his cock nudged her clit. He drew it out as heavy breaths steamed from his lungs.

  “Harder,” she urged him, gripping his shoulders with one hand, the other pressed into his back. The muscles felt alive and real. Human. “Give it to me, faster.”

  His mouth pressed against hers in a tender kiss, one in direct contrast with what happened next—his hips snapped forward and he began to fuck her in earnest, from slow lovemaking to deep and delving thrusts that rocked her upwards on the bed.

  “So close. Not ready to end it,” he muttered.

  Still buried inside her, he leaned back enough to splay one palm over her belly. His thumb brushed her clit, delivering a delicious vibration that turned her breathing ragged. She arched toward him, needy, grasping with both hands, bucking her hips in desperation.

  Kaiden took his thumb away, and it took all of her self-control not to punch him with a telekinetic pulse.

  “Put it back, put it back.”

  “Hm?” He grinned and teased with another circular caress, rolling his thumb over her clit until she was at the edge and so damned close she sank both hands into her own hair and wailed. “What’s the magic word, love?”

  “Please?”

  “Nope.”

  Magic word? She could barely speak, let alone use her brain to decipher what the hell he wanted.

  He tapped his thumb against her clit again, the moment she came down from the verge of climax. Then his hips moved, treating her to a long stroke that withdrew until only the fat head remained. Re-entry was slow, excruciatingly slow, and with her hips pinned by his other hand she couldn’t fight against him to get more of him faster.

  “You’re an ass.”

  “You love it.”

  She did. She loved every second, even if she was panting like a dog beneath him, writhing and pleading, because it was the best sex of her life.

  “Whose is this?”

  Nisrine blinked up at him. Her gaze locked on his, as startled as she was turned on by the claim. She wet her lips and tested a word that came so easily, she could have said it without coaxing. “Yours.”

  He withdrew and slammed in again, this thumb circling around her clit without removing the pressure. Orgasm crashed over her, about a hundred times more intense than anything she’d ever experienced in all her life. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, teased it with his tongue and stroked it until it glistened before moving on to the other, and still he didn’t stop thrusting to the rhythm of her clenching pussy.

  When he spilled in her, her name a hoarse groan on his lips,
Nisrine was already floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He’d reduced her body to jelly, limbs uncooperative and useless. She barely noticed him collapsing beside her.

  Neither of them spoke. He held her in those powerful arms, though, and that was good enough. His chest was massive, his muscles flawless beneath skin bearing barely visible scars. She traced one to his shoulder, able to recall when they’d been thick and obvious two years ago.

  “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” Her soft voice broke the silence first.

  “What stopped you?”

  After a moment of hesitation, she leaned back and met his gaze head on. “The job. I thought keeping you at a professional arm’s length would make this easier for both of us.”

  “What changed, then?”

  “That first time you collapsed. I worried that I’d lost my chance to spend more time with you. That I’d have regrets about the missed opportunities to get to know the real you. Not the agent I’ve been assigned to work alongside.” A smile slowly curved her lips, and then she kissed him once more, languid and slow. “Besides, tomorrow, our mission will officially be over. We’ve gotten the information we set out to find. The UNE is safe.”

  He squeezed her thigh and guided her leg over his hip. His cock was already stiffening anew, of perfect thickness to saw back and forth between her slick folds. “When we go back to the Jemison, I’d like to see where this—where we—go from here.”

  “Mmm. Me too. Also, I have a confession.”

  He cocked a brow. “Would it happen to be about the temperature on this ship? I know you fiddled with the thermostat. I was melting.”

  Heat crept into her cheeks, but she had no regrets about what she’d done. “Not my most ingenious plan, but an effective way to ruin your composure.”

  “Incredibly effective,” he agreed. “Among other things. Cheat.”

  “You needed some persuasion and I needed a teensy advantage to level the playing field.”

  They had sex again. This time, Nisrine rode him, flush with confidence and power. Kaiden proved his stamina by not stopping until they were both out of breath and glistening with sweat.