“You’re gonna get more filled than this.” He chuckled, the sound dirty as all hell, and pulled his c*ck from her p**sy and fingers from her ass at the same time.
She pouted, unable to hold back her moan of disappointment as a sense of loss filled her. Starting to turn around and demand that he carry on, her words were cut off as she heard a soft click. The next second something warm and hard pressed against the slick lips of her p**sy.
“Oh god…”
The familiar vibrations of the toy warned her a second before he started to push the thick cock-shaped vibrator into her. Wide and long, it was the one she favored, but even as turned-on as she was, it was a tight fit. He murmured crude words about what he was going to do to her, as he worked it into her slick cunt. She keened, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the silicon tentacles activated and grew to curl around her body, seeking her clit. When they found it, they hugged her body, holding the toy in place as they started to vibrate. Her p**sy, parted almost to the point of pain, throbbed in time with the pulsing over her clit. Automatically her h*ps rocked, trying to get more of the delicious sensation.
“Fuck, that’s it. You ride that thick purple cock,” he urged, voice harsh. The top of the lube bottle snapped again, followed by a slick slurping sound that had to be him lubing his cock. She whimpered, pulling and tweaking at her n**ples as she waited.
He didn’t keep her waiting long. Within seconds he was back, the familiar heat and strength of his thighs pressed against the back of hers. Drawing a ragged breath, she felt him move. Something hard and wide pressed against the opening of her ass.
She stopped breathing, adjusting to the new feeling, but only for a second. As though sensing her hesitation or perhaps her lack of movement, the vibrator filling her p**sy kicked up a notch, the tendrils wrapping around her cl*t as they sped up their attention.
“Relax, push out against me,” he urged softly, hands parting her ass cheeks as he pushed into her. There was pressure verging into pain and she winced, ready to pull away. But then, eased by his attentions and the lube, the head breached the tight ring of muscle. Her feminine moan mingled with his masculine one as he slid all the way into her on a long, hot, burning slid of sensation.
She’d never felt so full in her life with the thick purple vibrator in her p**sy and his c*ck pulsing in her ass. So full it was almost painful, a tight, burning sensation she wasn’t sure how to describe.
“Breathe, it’ll pass.” His gentle hands stroked her waist, down her side as he held perfectly still. Slowly the sensation passed and the urge to move took over. Not an urge, a need. Biting her lip, she pushed back experimentally and was rewarded with deep, dark pleasure so rich and layered it was like the most expensive Altorian chocolate.
“Move,” she demanded, the need to be f**ked, hard, overriding all else. She didn’t care what happened around them, all she cared about was getting more of the delicious forbidden pleasure cascading through her. “I need you to move. Fuck me. Now.”
“Your wish…” He pulled back and surged into her again, the vibrator keeping itself in place easily. She whimpered as he did it again and again. The vibe was reactive to stimuli, so as he moved, it pulsed root to tip, simulating a thrusting cock. As Johnny pulled out, it pulsed in and vice versa, until the two were moving in perfect concert.
“You like that, huh?” he whispered as he bent over her, every muscle in his big, powerful frame bent to f**king her. “Thick c*ck in your ass, another in your p**sy. Does it get you hot, Milly, being f**ked like this?”
“Yes…yes, just…harder,” she demanded, his words turning her on all the more as he pounded into her ass. Conversation devolved into grunts and strained moans and a whimpering she realized was her own as the tension, the ache in her body wound higher and higher.
Then it stopped. For one blissful moment between Johnny pulling out and thrusting back in again, she floated. A perfect moment. Then he shoved, the vibe pulsed in response and she screamed his name as ecstasy crashed over and washed her away.
He was absolutely, one hundred percent in love.
Twelve hours later, Johnny sat in the first officer’s chair on the bridge and watched as Milly flitted about like a hyperactive butterfly. How she did it, he had no idea. By rights she should be exhausted, since he’d kept her up half the night. She’d pleaded exhaustion, but he was nothing if not persuasive, only letting her grab a little sleep before the need that kept his body in a constant state of arousal around her became overwhelming and he woke her so they could start again.
With the ship safe in orbit around a Class-G planet, tucked in the dark side of the largest of the three moons, he’d expected her to sleep in. Instead, she’d been wide awake by eight a.m. intergalactic time and grumping at him for letting her sleep so long.
A fond smile curved his lips. He’d discovered two things this morning. She was so not a morning person and she was a cute grump. So cute he wanted to wind her up just to see temper flash in her pretty eyes, then kiss the end of her nose just to see what she would do.
Tall frame stretched out in the large chair, he tapped his fingers lightly on the console by his side. He was glad he was an earlier riser than she was, managing to clear the bridge of any sign of yesterday’s violence before she got back up here. She’d stiffened, a look of panic on her face just before she stepped back onto the bridge, one that quickly turned to relief at the pristine condition of the place. He’d have taken on legions of fleet soldiers single-handedly for the smile she’d given him then.
Milly’s voice echoed around the bridge, a soothing refrain as she turned the ship around and plotted a course back to Taalsix station. They’d done it. Beaten off the hijackers and were well on their way to returning to the station, not only with their lives but also with their cargo intact. He allowed himself to relax and just watch his woman.
Sitting in the pilot’s chair, she operated the big cargo transport like she’d been born at the helm. Slender fingers flew over the pilot’s console as she calculated a new course and locked it in. Johnny’s gaze locked onto them as his onboard memory replayed segments of those hands and what they felt like on his body…smoothing over him and wrapping around his cock.
Heat slammed into him like a shuttle with its boosters on full, his c*ck hard and aching in a heartbeat. Spreading his legs, he didn’t bother to hide the state of his body in case Milly looked over. The sight would have one of two possible reactions. Her breathing would catch and she’d make that sexy little moan in the back of her throat that drove him nuts or she’d tell him his “Experimental predictive arousal system” was malfunctioning.
In his head, that conversation would then morph into a seamless explanation and apology as to the fact he wasn’t a bot at all, simply pretending to be. The daydream Milly would be outraged, but his kisses would win her around and he’d carry her back down to her quarters so he could prove to her a man could love her just as well as a bot. Better, in fact.
Johnny, you’re a f**king idiot.
He sighed as the little voice in the back of his head, one that sounded suspiciously like Cyn, sneered at him. More likely, she’d shoot him full of holes with the pulse-pistol she’d insisted on strapping to her thigh and dump him out of the nearest airlock as soon as she realized he’d lied to her. Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. At the moment, nothing he did could make things better, but he had high hopes that the situation would change and he could somehow find a way to explain to her without appearing to be a complete lying a**hole.
She sighed as she locked the new coordinates in and pulled the ship out of orbit with a confidence he found fascinating. Sure, it was something he could do without batting an eyelid, but that was with cognitive relays and a bio-organic onboard computer. He was on his feet and had drifted closer before he realized it. The fact that she was piloting cold, with just human reflexes, amazed him.
Registering his presence, she cast him a little smile over her shoulder, which brought his attention right back to her. She’d showered this morning, the scent of her floral shower gel and the citrus shampoo she’d used on her hair wrapping around him, teasing and tantalizing his senses.
Her hair scraped up into a messy bun on top of her head, her face was completely bare of makeup and the skinny vest and cargo pants she wore couldn’t be considered alluring by any stretch of the imagination, but the whole package hit him low in the gut with a blast of lust. All he wanted to do was shove the control console over her lap aside, strip her nak*d and nail her right there in the pilot’s chair.
Her frown stopped him in his tracks.
“What’s wrong?”
Fingers flying over the console, she shook her head. “Got something on long-range sensors. Another ship by the looks of it. Big, whatever it is.”
Chapter Ten
“How big?”
His voice was filled with calm interest as she pulled the sensor feeds to display them on the main screen. The fact that she was doing so, for a bot of all things, made perfect sense in the warped reality her life had become. Academically, she knew he wasn’t real, that he was a combination of high tech parts and an artificial intelligence core for a brain, but who was to say that didn’t mean he wasn’t real? That he couldn’t be self aware, have hopes and dreams just like the next person.
The screen in front of them filled with images and readouts, so she put her internal debate about the nature of life aside. A frown creased her brow.
“That looks like a fleet vessel.”
“Yeah, it does. Let me…” Johnny reached over her shoulder, his big hand fast on the console as he pulled different information from the ship database. Awe filled her as his fingers danced and more and more information piled onto the screen. She could never have operated the console that quickly.
“Denaris-class destroyer-escort. Bearing three-seven-nine-alpha. Coming in fast on a search sweep,” he said, puzzlement evident in his voice. “We’re a little out in the sticks for a destroyer to be patrolling. There’s very little pirate activity in this area.”
She shrugged, her attention caught by his nearness and the subtle scent of shower gel rising off his warm skin. Under it, the smell of warm man wound around her senses. He was so close the heat from his body beat at the skin of her arm and shoulder. All she had to do was turn her head and she could brush her lips against his neck, against the emerging stubble of his beard. Huh, she’d never noticed that on a bot before. They were normally clean shaven—
“We’re being pinged. Do you recognize this identity code? It’s not one I’ve seen from a fleet vessel before.”
He turned his head to catch her gaze, and paused for a second as he caught her watching him. Heat and darkness flared in his eyes, the green swallowed up by the gold, for a second before he shook his head as though to clear it.
“Sorry, little one. No time. But hold that thought.” Leaning down, he caught her lips in a quick kiss. She was still reeling from it as the computer chirped to indicate an incoming communications hail.