“You feel fantastic.” He closed his eyes, a shudder raking his big body as he closed his hand over her mound, pressing the sodden fabric against her. She moaned, rocking her h*ps against his fingers as her cl*t pulsed in need.
“God, yeah…touch me.”
Her voice held a note of begging but she didn’t care. Everything ached. Her n**ples, her clit, her cunt…even her ass got in on the act, the dark rosette tightening as she thought of the toys she had in the bedside drawer. Not that she’d ever used them that way, but it was a fantasy, a guy doing her in every hole, that rolled around her mind on a regular basis, and something about him brought out the forbidden desires she tried so hard to hide.
“I’ll do more than touch you.”
His voice rough, he slid down her body, the rigid length of his c*ck imprisoned in his pants brushing her for a second as he worked his way down her body to settle between her legs. His broad shoulders forced them high and wide, wider than was comfortable at first, and he reached for the delicate thong. Yanking, the sides bit into the flesh at her h*ps for a second before they tore. She bit back a squeak as cool air from the room washed over her p**sy.
“Fuck. You’re beautiful. Hot and wet.”
He dragged a broad tipped finger over her lips, a moan breaking from both of them at the feeling of it sliding over slippery flesh. He rumbled in approval as he slid the wet finger between his lips and sucked it clean, watching her all the time.
“You taste good…”
The sight was too much, a fresh wave of liquid heat issuing from her p**sy as he dropped his head. Hot breath fanned over her p**sy lips a second before they were parted by the hot, thick blade of his tongue. He didn’t waste any time, sweeping her from cl*t to slit in one long lick. A soft keen slid from her lips as her cl*t throbbed, needing more as she waited for him to pull it into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. She loved it when a guy did that, loved the feeling of heat and suction around the tiny nubbin of sensation.
He didn’t. Instead he moved, and without warning, stabbed his tongue deep into her cunt.
“Oh god!”
He grabbed her h*ps and growled as he went to town. His tongue thrust, hot and thick, into her time after time, collecting every drop of her cunt juices as he tongue-fucked her relentlessly. She whimpered, hands cupping her br**sts as she rode his face. God, he was really good at this, his tongue long and talented. She’d never gotten off with a guy tongue-f**king her before, but she was close, the familiar tension in her small frame coalescing into heat centered in her cunt.
“Not god. Johnny…” He pulled away to whisper, the tiny puffs of air as he spoke torture over her hypersensitive clit. Before she could pout at the loss of his tongue within her, he thrust two thick fingers into the silken channel, sliding and scissoring to prepare her.
“Just so you know what to scream when you come.”
Arrogant son of a bitch! She lifted her head to give him a piece of her mind, but he chose that instant to sweep his tongue over her clit, then drew it into his mouth and sucked hard. The tension in her body, already notched up to breaking point, shattered in one perfect moment, exploding outward like a supernova to engulf her. Pleasure cascaded through her body. Throbbed and pulsed from her cl*t out through her veins. Her cunt clenched around his fingers, bathing them in slick heat. He growled, yanking them free as he drove his tongue deep again, collecting and drinking from her as she came.
“Johnny,” he told her again, crawling up her body as the spasms died down. She barely had time to think before the thick, broad head of his c*ck pressed against the slick entrance to her p**sy. Arms wrapped around her in a powerful embrace, he fisted a hand in her hair and made her look up at him. “Johnny. That’s what I want you to scream.”
He punctuated the demand with a rough shove, burying his c*ck halfway in her cunt in one quick movement. She caught her breath, trying to process the pleasure and feeling of fullness as her tissues were forced to part around him. God, he was big. Far bigger than Jason or any of her one-night lays. So big that if he hadn’t prepared her, she’d be hurting more than needing right about now. Even so, she was stretched to the limit. If his c*ck had been a micron wider, it would have brought tears to her eyes.
He stopped, registering her open palms against his bare chest, and leaned in.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise,” he whispered against her lip, then kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss as much as he made love to her mouth with his. A hot torrent of erotic pleasure as he thrust and teased her with his tongue, licking and nipping at her lips before taking over with a power and control that thrilled her. All the while he held himself still over and in her with inhuman control.
Finally she relaxed, kissing him back with just as much passion, and clenched her p**sy around his thick shaft. Growling into her mouth, he started to move, seesawing himself into her with short, sharp movements. With each friction-filled slide she gasped, until he was in her to the hilt. His c*ck throbbed and pulsed as it pressed against her p**sy walls, the pressure exquisite.
“That feel good, little human?” His words were soft against her ear as he kissed along her neck, letting go of her hair in favor of sliding his hand down her front to cup her tit again. She whimpered as he pinched her nipple again, arching her back for more. The movement shifted his c*ck inside her and they both groaned.
“Yes…yes. Please, for fuck’s sake, move!”
It was like her words opened the flood gate. Nipping her ear one last time, he shifted to brace his hands either side of her head as he pulled back. His next thrust was long and hard, his balls slapping against her ass as he filled her completely. Time and time again he thrust, setting up a hard, fast rhythm. The power and control in his strong body fascinated her as she wrapped herself around him, arms around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his hips. The fact he was a bot fell away and she let herself dream that this was for real, not a four-day interlude from reality.
Even though he’d already brought her to release once, it didn’t take long for the familiar tension to fill her again, faster and more intense than before as he ground his pelvis against her clit, trapping it between them. She gasped, a loud and hard sound as the first spasms of another orgasm threatened.
“Fuck…yes! Yes!”
He did it again. Slamming into her and grinding his hips. Her eyelids dropped and her eyes rolled into the back of her head under the sheer erotic pleasure. Once, twice…she just needed a little more to tip her over the edge. Just a little more.
“Come for me, little human,” he growled as he pulled back again. The muscles in the forearms by her head bunched as he mangled the sheets in his fists, dropping his head to claim her lips in a brutal kiss as he thrust into her again.
She screamed, the sound lost in his mouth. Her cli**x hit her broadside, like a shuttle at light speed, crashing into and over her, sweeping everything else away as it filled her with mind-numbing pleasure. He grunted as her walls clamped around his c*ck and tore his lips from hers. Panting, he rumbled her name as he unleashed the power of his solid frame. His h*ps slammed into hers, the thick drive of his c*ck into her cunt and the slap of his balls against her ass elongating and drawing out her release.
He managed three heavy thrusts. The cords stood out in his neck as he faltered on the fourth, then drove into her with one last, brutal push. A curse was torn from his lips as his c*ck jerked and pulsed within her as he came, bathing the neck of her womb in what seemed like an unending torrent and tripping yet more aftershocks to roll through her.
Yes, she decided as she stroked the back of his neck and muttered soft words, she was really going to enjoy the next few days.
Chapter Five
Shit. If that hadn’t been the best lay of his life, then he didn’t know what was. Blinking gray spots back from his vision, Johnny shifted his weight so that he didn’t crush the delicate woman beneath him and whispered sweet nothings as her heart rate returned to normal. As he did, his on board computer fed him all sorts of data from his sensors, all of them fixated on the curvy female beneath him. Fitness level, body-fat ratio, blood pressure, skin temperature…all catalogued and logged in the nonorganic part of his brain. He ignored the stream of information, preferring instead to label it “perfection”.
“You know, you don’t need to do that.”
She laid a small hand in the center of his chest to make him look at her. He broke off from his contemplation of the scents rising from her skin, the floral of a shower gel used earlier in the day contrasting nicely with the apple scent on her hair and the faint overtones of a deep, exotic musk he assumed was perfume from last night.
Her chocolate brown eyes were dark and sultry—the eyes of a woman who had just been thoroughly loved. His cock, still clasped tight within her silken walls, jerked savagely with the need to do it all over again.
“Do what, little human?”
He sought her lips, but she denied him, turning her head as she pushed at his chest. As heavy as he was, far heavier than a human due to the cybernetic implants that laced his tall frame, she wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted. Without thinking, he shifted his weight off her, pulling his c*ck free with a pang of disappointment and a slide of wet seed as he rolled to his side. All the while, the processor in his brain worked out tactics and strategies to get her back where he wanted her, under him writhing in ecstasy.
“This.” She waved her hand vaguely, the movement encompassing them and the bed as she grabbed a towel off the chair near the bed and passed it to him to clean himself up. “The after sex chitchat. I know you’re not real and I’m totally cool with that. You don’t need to pretend.”
Crap. He’d stepped out of the cover story Cyn had set up, albeit at a moment’s notice, for him. But of all the screwed up covers to be operating under. Johnny cursed his stupidity. A tactile person, he normally liked to kiss and cuddle after sex, which didn’t appear to be on the cards as Milly rolled to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Seriously. It’s nice not to have all the chatter. Especially when most of its bullshit anyway.” She gave a small, sad smile that made his heart ache. The expression on her face when she’d turned him down in the club last night suddenly made sense.
Someone had hurt her. Badly. Real badly.
A rush of anger hit him, blindsiding him with its ferocity as she stood up and padded across to the shower alcove. Luckily her back was to him so she didn’t see his features twist into a feral expression as he gripped the sheets in a fist so tight he felt the alloy-strengthened bones beneath his skin creak. It was that or punch a hole in the metal wall by the bed. He didn’t care who the bastard was. He wanted to find the guy and rip him a new one. Hunt him down, break every bone in his worthless body and then tear him a bloody new one.
The alcove door slid shut around her, lights in the shower clicking on and casting her delectable figure into silhouette. Real water ran, rather than the normal deep-space sonic cycle, and the musical sound filled the room as it ran down her body into the drain under her feet. Johnny latched onto the visual, imagining the water caressing her curves. Hitting her shoulders and cascading down her mouthwatering figure, rivulets running across the creamy skin and curving under the plump weight of her tits.