Adam 483: Man or Machine?

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by Ruth D. Kerce


  He’d arranged an onboard assignment, after drugging the former officer’s drink at a tavern on Jenway, then had secretly set up video surveillance in the security and docking bays to gather sensitive information for his superiors. One video camera, hidden in Tyree’s bath, was placed as an afterthought. The cam had paid off.

  “Yeah. Tongue-fuck that uppity bitch.” He opened his pants and his cock sprang out. He pumped his aching dick while he watched the action.

  He had watched her do herself in the shower once or twice but this was better. Definitely more stimulating.

  When the Devron Council sent him undercover to cause havoc within Ambassador Samou’s regime, he’d decided to start with the man’s sister, Tyree. Psychological blows from loss of family were the most devastating. Once she was neutralized, with the Ambassador mourning and unable to effectively command his troops, Devron would take first advantage. Eventually, they’d shut down Jenway Station and the weapons research plant there that Samou thought was so cleverly disguised as a retreat for soldiers on leave. Then they’d destroy the Ambassador and all who served him. He had no doubts about their victory.

  Tyree came hard against Adam’s mouth, and Mick groaned. “Man, I’d love a taste of her cream.” His dick twitched and spurted. “Oh, yeah!”

  * * * * *

  Adam pulled the covers over Tyree and held her close. He’d given her another orgasm in the shower, wearing her out completely. She fell asleep immediately upon hitting the mattress.

  He’d jacked himself off while lying beside her, his hand gently caressing her ass, not wanting to wake her just to service his needs. But he knew he’d need her again before morning. At this pace, he would wear them both out. But that was fine with him. He’d never enjoyed being with a woman so much. He even liked arguing with her.

  He still wasn’t sure what was going on in her head. But he knew she needed him. She needed his protection. And he needed a place to safely exist. They could help each other and, if they could enjoy the added perk of hot sex, why not?

  He stared at her beautiful features, and his heart softened. Emotionally, he realized he was in trouble. He knew that with a quiet certainty and wasn’t afraid to admit it—to himself, anyhow.

  Even after the short time they’d been together, Tyree had touched something deep inside him. But telling her that, well, it scared the shit out of him, so he intended to keep his mouth shut, for now.

  He eased away from her and sat up on the side of the bunk. He raked his fingers through his hair and pushed to his feet. Tyree would probably sleep until morning. Normally, after sex he’d be out for hours, but he couldn’t settle down. He plodded into the bathroom.

  His contact was probably wondering about his status by now. He should check in. He’d hidden a communication device behind the toilet. Having a friend on ship was a major plus. Hopefully, their connection wouldn’t be discovered. If Tyree changed her mind and decided to turn him in, he might need help in escaping.

  He felt bad about the deception, especially after promising no more lies, but at least for now, he had to be extra cautious. After he was certain of his safety, he’d reveal everything to Tyree, apologize, and do whatever he needed for her forgiveness.

  “What are you doing?”

  He spun around. “I thought you were asleep.”

  “And I thought you were.” She glanced down his body. “I need to get you a robe.”

  He smiled. He enjoyed not hiding his expressions from her anymore. Though he’d still have to play bot with the crew. “Why? Don’t you like what you see?”

  “Too much. That’s the problem.”

  His hand grazed his cock and it started to grow hard again. “It doesn’t have to be. I’m sure we can take care of this bad boy if we keep trying. Wear him down until he’s no good for at least a week.”

  She rubbed her brow and chuckled. “Don’t distract me. I need to know some things, so I can decide what to do. Why weren’t you destroyed?”

  “Do we really need to talk about that now?”

  “Yes. Now.”

  He turned serious, his heart pounding in a dull thud against his ribs. “All right, Tyree. Your brother hid me and then helped me escape before my true identity was discovered.”

  “Why?”

  “We’re friends.”

  “That simple?”

  Tyree was definitely a determined woman. He knew he wouldn’t be able to put her off on this, so he gave her the much abbreviated version. “There’s a history. It’s not important.”

  When that’s all he said, she huffed out an exasperated breath. “I want to know more than that, Adam. Tell me.”

  He supposed she did deserve the truth. Or, at least, as much as he could remember. “Before I was Cyborg, I was in an accident. Your brother felt responsible and repaired me, turned me into a cybertronic, so I could live.”

  She waited for more, but again he said nothing else. “And? I need to know details.”

  “Details are overrated.” He didn’t like remembering—the pain, the months of uncertainty over what he’d become. Not knowing what to expect from his body and brain.

  “Not if your life hinges on them.”

  He studied her a moment, worry trickling through him. Then she lightly touched his arm, and a smile tugged at his lips. He saw the decision in her eyes. His heart expanded and soared. “You’re not going to turn me in.”

  She blinked as if surprised by his words. “What makes you think not?”

  His fingers grazed her cheek. “Because you’re intrigued by me, and I think you care too much about what happens to me. I can see it in your eyes, Tyree.” His cock hardened so much it was painful. He needed relief. “Go wait for me in bed. I need to fuck you again.”

  She raised her chin defiantly. “You give too many orders. Did anyone ever tell you that? Submissive is not in my nature. And you changed the subject. We were talking about your accident.”

  His smile widened. “Submissive is in your fantasies, my beauty. You know it, and I know it.” He peeled the robe off her body.

  “Um…wait a second.”

  He slid the tie from the loops, then dropped the garment.

  “Okay, what are you doing?”

  Stepping behind her, he grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her back. He locked them together in one of his large hands.

  “Hey!” She tugged against his hold.

  “Quiet.” He draped the tie over his shoulder and slapped her ass with his palm. She immediately stiffened but stayed silent, so he didn’t repeat the punishment. He wasn’t concerned that his actions were out of line. If she really didn’t want this, she’d be fighting like a space-devil.

  He secured her wrists with the tie. His gaze dropped to her ass. Beautiful and so sexy. He wondered if she even realized how much. He wanted to bend her over and push his cock up that soft ass so badly, especially with her bound and at his mercy. But he wanted something else even more. He stepped in front of her. “On your knees, Tyree.”

  Her shocked expression was priceless. “You heard me. Use the robe as a cushion. Go down on your knees. Now.”

  After a moment of hesitation, she complied.

  Good. He had read her right. He held his cock in one hand, and the back of her head with the other. “Lick the tip. Slow. Don’t speak. Just do as I say.” He needed to come again, needed her to submit to him.

  Her tongue eased out and curled around his cock. She licked the head—around the rim, the underside, then she pressed her tongue against the tip and flicked back and forth.

  “Damn, that’s good. Yes…” The image of filling her mouth with his seed hit strong. The ultimate turn-on. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Slide your lips over my shaft and suck me off, Tyree. I want you to swallow every last drop of cum that I shoot into your mouth.”

  * * * * *

  Mick Ridgeway watched the monitor as Tyree slowly took Adam’s cock into her mouth. He was one big fucker. She barely managed more than the head.


  Why bother though? A bot couldn’t feel.

  He was surprised she’d let him bind her. Intriguing. He wondered what else she sexually enjoyed. His imagination ran wild at the possibilities.

  Too bad he wouldn’t be able to taste her sexually himself before disposing of her. He doubted he could work his plan to that advantage.

  He’d lucked out spotting them in the bathroom again. She was an insatiable whore, that one.

  Restless and unable to sleep, he’d gotten up to take a leak and saw them on the monitor. Adam actually looked like he was enjoying himself, though he knew that was impossible for a robot.

  He tipped forward in his chair. “What the hell?”

  Oh, man. He couldn’t believe it. Adam just shot a massive wad right down Tyree’s throat. What a camera angle! He could see her sucking it down. A trickle escaped one side of her mouth, another lined her chin.

  Realization hit hard. This was too good. Adam was not a bot, after all.

  The man was Cyborg!

  And Tyree knew. Otherwise, she’d have jumped back at getting a mouthful of cum.

  He could collect a bundle for turning in a Cyborg. Then with Adam out of the way, he’d have free access to do whatever he wanted with Tyree.

  If she didn’t want to go to jail for harboring a cybertronic, she’d have to do as he said or he’d tell the authorities that she’d known all along. They’d believe him, especially if he produced a computerized copy of this little sex act here. Cyborg-hunting and conviction of those who illegally harbored them was big business. Bounties had been set high.

  He knew what he needed to do. And it was the perfect plan.

  * * * * *

  Lying on her bunk, Tyree stirred against Adam’s chest. She yawned and glanced up at him. He stared at the ceiling, not looking happy. It couldn’t have been the sex. She hoped. A streak of insecurity raced through her. She tugged on his chest hair. “Hey, don’t you sleep?”

  He looked down. “Not much tonight.” He tightened his arms around her body.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re frowning. Was it something I did? Or didn’t do?”

  He relaxed, and a smile tugged at his lips. “No. Of course not.” He rubbed her back. “I’m picking up some heightened electrical activity and I can’t pinpoint it. It’s communication-oriented. My internal sensors are picking it up.”

  “Hmm.” Tyree rolled away from him. She punched on the intercom. “Corporal Pratt, are we transmitting?”

  “No, Captain,” came the immediate response. “Is there a problem?”

  “No. Just checking.” She turned back to Adam. “It’s not ship-to-ship.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out the source.” He smiled and gathered her into his arms. “How do you feel?”

  “Sore, but good.” She snuggled against him, completely satisfied. He was the best lover she’d ever had. He seemed to know and understand all her desires. “Adam, how much of you is cybertronic?”

  He was quiet for so long she thought he wasn’t going to answer. She didn’t like the idea of secrets between them.

  When he finally did answer, his voice lowered to a near whisper. “Part of my brain.”

  She gasped, and her stomach clenched. No! Anything but that.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t go berserk. I have an implant control. It’s experimental, but effective.”

  She relaxed, though tendrils of concern still clung to her. She intended to find out everything about him on record, as soon as possible. He could get her access to the classified documents. “What else?”

  “My hands.”

  “Hands. Yes, I knew that, from when I sliced you. So you can’t really feel me then?” Disappointment flowed through her. His talented fingers weren’t flesh and blood. At least she knew she hadn’t hurt him with the knife.

  “Skin sensors transmit impulses to my brain. It’s not the same as real hands but it’s fairly close.”

  “Anything else?”

  “My legs from the knees down. And pieces of my spine to help support my frame.”

  “How did the accident happen? I’d really like to know.”

  “My original training was in engineering and computerized circuits. I got caught in an explosion on Jenway, while repairing an experimental weapon.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Your brother saved me. But it was getting too dangerous for me to continue working at the Station. I was just going to jump in a ship and take off. Hiding never set well with me. I couldn’t live as a recluse on Jenway, without going stir-crazy. But before I left, your brother asked me to board your vessel instead to help protect you. I owed him, so I agreed.”

  “And what? You figured keeping me sexually satisfied would guarantee your safety? If you could make me come hard enough, then I wouldn’t turn you in, once I learned what you were?” She couldn’t keep the edge from her voice.

  “It’s more than that. You know it, Tyree.”

  “Do I?”

  “You can trust me. I don’t fuck women as a bribe for keeping my secret.” He caressed her back, then sucked his finger into his mouth. He lowered his hands to massage her butt, lightly teasing her asshole with his lubricated finger.

  She squirmed.

  “Stay still.” He penetrated her just barely, and she mewled. He pushed deeper, then began an in and out motion. “I know you like this. Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed out, unable to deny the pleasure.

  “You’re special, Tyree. I wouldn’t be in your bed otherwise, doing these things to you. I’d have stolen a pod and left long ago, if I didn’t want to be here.”

  “And I’d have tracked you down.”

  “I know. But I still would have tried to get away.”

  “So much for owing my brother.”

  “I only promised him that I’d board and check out the situation, then make my final decision.” He pulled out his finger and rolled her over onto her back. “Now, I want to make love to you, Tyree. Soft and real slow this time.”

  The sincere look in his eyes had her believing him. And her heart and emotions turned to mush. She just hoped she wouldn’t come to regret giving her trust to a man she barely knew—a Cyborg. Not only was her career on the line but her crew’s safety, as well as her own, could be in jeopardy if his presence were discovered or, worse…if his circuits became compromised and he went berserk, like so many Cyborgs in the past.

  Chapter Five

  Tyree slapped Adam’s hand as he reached for her ass. “Stop it.” She yanked down the cotton shirt she wore, which barely covered her nakedness. She should have grabbed her robe when she slid out of bed earlier, at least until she finished with her business. She flipped on the intercom on the side table. “Corporal Pratt?”

  “Yes, Captain.”

  “I won’t be up on the command deck for most of the day. Don’t disturb me unless there’s an emergency.”

  After a brief hesitation, Pratt asked, “Is there a problem, Captain?”

  Her crew was well-trained and knew this behavior odd for her. “No, I’m just not feeling up to it.” Okay, she lied, sort of. She didn’t feel up to working but not because she felt sick.

  She again slapped at Adam’s wandering hands. The man never got enough. She would be upset, but his hunger translated to her pleasure. She grinned at the memory of their recent heated, sexual encounters.

  “Do you want me to send Dr. Roiya down to see you?” Pratt asked.

  “No. It’s not that serious. I’ll be up later.”

  “Very well, Captain.”

  Tyree flipped off the intercom, then spun around. She forced the smile from her face. “Can you not feel me up while I’m talking to the crew?”

  Adam chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You love it.”

  “Don’t be so cocky, or I’ll have to exert my authority.”

  “Ooo, baby.”

  Unable to maintain her ser
ious façade, she laughed at his playful tone. “Eat your sweet pocket.” She nodded toward the desk where breakfast waited.

  “I’d rather eat your sweet pocket,” he whispered suggestively in her ear.

  She smacked his arm. “That is so terrible. Everyone probably realizes why I’m staying in my quarters, you know.”

  “Do you really care?”

  She didn’t hesitate in her response. “No, actually, I don’t. But we do need to talk about things, Adam.”

  “Later.” He tightened his hold on her and nibbled at her lips.

  She pushed at his chest. “Now! Stop distracting me.”

  With a sigh, he released her and walked over to the desk. He plopped down in a chair and took a bite of the fruit-filled sweet. “What’s to talk about? You know I’m Cyborg. You’re not going to turn me in. I’m here as your personal security bot…and eroti-bot, as far as the crew is concerned. And that’s that.”

  “How can you be so unconcerned about the danger this presents to all of us? I have a lot of questions for you. There are still things I don’t understand.”

  “There’s no danger as long as you don’t say anything. If I ever think you or your crew is in jeopardy because of me, I’ll be out of here. The authorities won’t be able to find me. And you shouldn’t try either. I’ll make sure you’re not implicated in any way. I won’t endanger anyone, Tyree.”

  Somehow the thought of him taking off didn’t set right with her. Danger or not. What if she couldn’t find him? A panicked feeling hit and grabbed on. “Promise me you won’t just disappear unless you talk to me first.”

  He stood and walked over to her. “Don’t worry so much about this. Let the problem alone, at least for a few hours. Then we’ll talk everything out.”

  “You didn’t promise me.”

  He smiled down at her. “I know.”

  “Adam—”

  “Shh.” He pressed his finger to her mouth. “Later.” His mouth lowered to hers, swallowing any further protests.

  Knowing she was beaten, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting the matter drop for now. She enjoyed the feel of his mouth against hers too much to push him away again and indulge her worries, when what she really wanted was his cock inside her. She never thought she’d feel so turned on by a kiss. She pulled back and licked his lips. “You taste like asterberries. My favorite.”

 

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