Cyborg Revealed Page 9

  When did she start thinking of him as Johnny, rather than the bot or the Aries? When he’d taken her with such power and desperation in the shower…or when he’d arrived on the bridge like an avenging angel? No, it was neither. She knew the exact point when her perception of him had changed. It had been when he’d carried her, battered and bruised, from the bridge to her office and set about cleaning the battered mess of her face with such tenderness.

  Sliding from the bed, she ran a distracted hand through her hair. Her nose wrinkled as she got a look at her clothing, the sweat pants and clingy t-shirt ripped and splattered with dark spots she was trying hard not to think about as blood. She must look like a total freaking mess.

  The door slid open to reveal Johnny on the other side. Naked and fully aroused, his cock jutted proudly from his body in a rampant declaration of masculinity. Water beaded across his skin, highlighting his washboard abs and the hard musculature of his chest and shoulders. Heat slammed through her, settling in her stomach as a heavy weight and extending tendrils of desire and awareness through her body. Her pussy ached, desperate to feel the thick slide of his cock as he claimed her again. God help her, he was gorgeous. She wanted him in the worst possible way. Over her, under her, behind her…any way she could get him and in every hole he’d fit.

  Her breath hitched, stalled in her throat at the expression on his face. Tight and feral, his hooded gaze swept over her with possession and desire, the need to fuck her etched deeply into his handsome features. It was the look she’d always wanted to see on a man’s face, but never expected to see on a bot’s.

  What made a man, though? Kindness? Tenderness to those weaker than himself? Decency to those around him? Courage under fire? Johnny had those all in spades…which by her reckoning made him far more of a man than her waste of space of an ex-husband. Bot…man…who cared when he looked at her like that, crooking a finger to beckon her closer.

  She sauntered toward him, all mental debates over his status as a person disappearing under the surge of desire running rampant through her body. Right now, she didn’t care what he was. She could deal with all that later.

  “Shower,” he ordered, looming over her in a way that made her feel small and feminine but not threatened. Never threatened. Heat gushed at the rough tone of his voice, soaking the thin panties she wore. “Leave the door open, I want to watch you.”

  Unable to do more than nod, she watched as he walked across to the bed. The view was just as good from the back as the front. He had an ass that could crack nuts, firm globes that just begged for her to dig her fingers into. Preferably when he was balls-deep inside her, riding her to a mind-shattering orgasm. Her gaze fell on the vanity case by the side of the bed. He’d fetched her toy case. She’d missed it when she woke.

  Heat flared in her cheeks as she started to strip, trying not to watch Johnny as he lounged over her bed, still butt naked and totally unashamed. Watching her, he reached down and wrapped a big fist around his cock. She stopped, panties around her thighs as he started to stroke. Root to tip, the thick length of his rigid cock played peekaboo either side of his fist as he pumped. All the time his eyes were on her, even when a bead of moisture welled on the tip. She moaned, desperate to lick it off.

  “Shower, now. Or you don’t get fucked.”

  His deep voice broke through the fantasy and she realized she’d started to take a step toward him. It was a good job. With her pants at half mast, if she’d taken one more step, she’d have face-planted onto the deck at his feet. Not the best way to start the night.

  “And believe me, I plan to really fuck you.” He pumped again, using his other hand to cup his balls, playing with them as she watched.

  Swearing under her breath, she stripped her clothes off with more haste than finesse and stepped under the spray. For a second, the feeling of the power shower and the needlelike impacts across her skin distracted her, but a groan from the bed snapped her eyes open again.

  He was watching her, the expression in his eyes heated as she grabbed the shower gel and scrubbed herself down. This was going to be the quickest damn shower she’d ever taken, the need to get out and get on that bed overwhelming all else. After all that had happened on the bridge, she needed to be held, needed to fuck, needed to feel she was still alive and glory in it. She rinsed, her foot already over the edge of the shower tray when his voice sounded again.

  “No. Stay there.” It was an order, pure and simple, barked with a tone of command she instinctively responded to. Stopping, she arched an eyebrow curiously. He still lay on the bed, pumping his cock lazily, but all his attention was on her.

  “Put some gel on your fingers. I want to see you touch yourself.”

  Oh my. Heat suffused her body, her nipples tightening into rigid bullets as her clit throbbed almost painfully.

  “Lean back. Yeah, like that…” She reached out and depressed the dispenser, feeling the soapy gel ooze over her fingers. Her eyes didn’t leave his, riveted by his intense gaze. Biting her lower lip, she did as she was told, following his instructions.

  “Lift your leg…spread those pretty pussy lips.”

  His gaze moved from hers, his attention locked on her parted thighs and the area between. Her cunt ached as he groaned, needing the thick cock he fisted faster as she slid her fingers along her lower lips.

  “That’s it, rub your clit. Show me how you make yourself come.”

  She did, circling the throbbing pleasure center with her index finger. Back and forth, over and around, faster and faster until soft breathy moans slipped from her lips and she leaned back against the tiled wall, her thighs parted as wide as she could get them. Tension mounted in her body, until a fine shiver ran along her limbs and her hips thrust of their own accord. She’d told him her deepest fantasies, that she like to use toys, among other things, and all those ran through her mind now as she brought herself off in front of him.

  “Fuck, yeah…you look amazing.”

  His fist moved faster, his shaft slick and wet under his hand as he pumped. The head was flushed, deep purple as the big vein along the bottom pulsed as she watched.

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he ordered, his voice deeper and rougher as he watched her like a hawk. “You’re so slick and wet. I want to see them covered in your cunt juice.”

  Biting back her own groan, she did as he wanted. Her free hand fluttered up to caress her tit, pulling and tweaking her nipple as she slid two fingers deep into her pussy and pumped them. They both groaned, the sounds merging together as her fingers moved, her hips rolling as she fucked herself on them.

  “Oh god…” She couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from her lips. “I’m gonna come—”

  “Stop! Come here. Now, Milly.”

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  Shocked by the sharp tone of his voice she nonetheless moved, stumbling a little on shaky legs as she crossed the room to the bed, dripping water everywhere. He was already sitting on the edge, his face tight with control. Without speaking, he spun her around, a hard hand on her back, bending her over so her ass was on the same level as his face.

  Heat licked her cheeks, the need to come raging through her until every cell and nerve ending screamed for release. His big hands parted her, displaying her ass and cunt for him but she didn’t care about embarrassment. Instead she thrust back, wriggling her hips in invitation.

  “So pink and wet. Gorgeous,” he whispered, his words hot puffs against her sensitized flesh that made her moan. Then his tongue slid against her pussy lips in a hot, wet brush of sensation that made her keen and she lost the ability to speak. He licked from clit to slit, then slid his tongue deep into her cunt to collect her pussy juices with a groan of approval and need. The feeling of his warm mouth on her, even as water cooled and dried over her skin, was one of the most erotic experiences she’d ever had.

  The orgasm that had been so close danced around her, her breathing compromised as he parted the globes of her ass with his big hands. She whimpered and begged as he feasted on her, flicking his tongue over her clit, then went back to fucking her with his tongue until she thought she’d lose her mind. But he wouldn’t let her come, his licks over her clit erratic, just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to tumble her over it.

  “God…please. Johnny, please…”

  Her whimpered plea seemed to have the right effect. Growling in the back of his throat, he stabbed his tongue deep one last time and moved down. His tongue lashed and danced over her clit as he went to town. She grabbed her breasts, teasing and tweaking the nipples as he flicked and licked the tiny bundle of flesh. Shudders rolled through her frame, her legs shaking as the tension in her lower body reached breaking point. His mouth was hot and felt so good…just a little more. She just needed a little more.

  Latching onto her clit, he sucked it between his lips and she was lost. As he sucked hard, pleasure slammed into her, making her hips buck and thrust her pussy harder against him. He simply growled and held on, sucking and flicking over her pulsing clit as she came against his mouth in wave after shattering wave.

  Boneless, she needed his hard hands on her, not complaining as he tumbled her onto the bed, arranging her on her hands and knees. Before the rolls of her climax had stopped, she felt the thick head of his cock against the slick entrance to her pussy and with one hard push, he rammed the entire length inside her. She whimpered, her cunt pierced and forced to part for the thick shaft, her own excitement making the hard penetration a thing of pleasure and delicious friction as her walls clamped down around him.

  “God, you’re tight.” His voice was strained behind her as he grabbed her hips, using them to hold onto as he pulled back to slam into her again. The pace was fast and furious as his balls slapped against her still throbbing clit. Even though she’d only just come, hard tension snatched at her core again. Shit, this was what she wanted. A man who knew what he wanted and how to get them both there. His breath rasped as he panted behind her, giving her the quickest, dirtiest fuck of her life. And she loved it.

  Tension and pleasure welled at the same time and within seconds she started to push back against him, urging and egging him on to take her hard and fast. It didn’t take long before her pussy spasmed again, and she screamed his name as she came in long, hot waves over his cock.

  He slowed, pumping his hips lazily as a large hand stroked down her back. Still jerking and shuddering under him, a soft moan escaped her lips as each slow slide drew her pleasure out until she felt like she was floating above the bed.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Relax, let me love you.”

  His deep voice wove a spell around her as she stretched out in front of him on the bed, his hand between her shoulders urging her down until her cheek rested against the cool sheets. A shudder worked its way through her body as she grabbed handfuls of the cotton just for something to hold onto. Her ass stuck up in the air but she didn’t care, not if he kept fucking her like he was, every stroke sending new waves of heat and sensation shimmering through her body.

  His low voice rumbled around her, uttering soft words of endearment as his hands smoothed over her sides. They reached around to cup her breasts, testing their weight. Big and warm, the calluses on his palms abraded the stiff buds of her nipples. She moaned in encouragement, arching her back to thrust the twin mounds into his hands as she ground back against his cock. She needed more, so much more, and she knew he could give it to her. As much as she needed and then some.

  “Behave,” he ordered, tweaking her nipples before letting go. She gasped, the twin points of pleasure and pain throbbing as heat arched between the turgid buds and her clit. He cursed as she tightened around his cock buried deep inside her, surging and pressing against her in ways that made her whimper in need.

  “Fuck…that’s good. I love the feel of you around my cock. So hot and wet.”

  His hands slid around her waist, caressing the narrow expanse before sliding out onto her hips and onto her ass. Strong fingers caressed the rounded globes, parting them as he pumped in and out of her cunt. A small whimper escaped her as cool air hit her ass, making her dance and wriggle on his cock.

  He gasped. Swore.

  “Behave, or this won’t last long enough.”

  He sounded just like any other man, concerned about lasting, even though for a bot it wasn’t an issue.

  Leaning over, he covered her briefly, the warm steel of his chest brushing against her back as he reached for the case by the bed. Milly groaned at the thought of what was in there and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see what he picked. Anything in there would turn her on, the thought of him using them on her even more so.

  A bottle snapped open as he straightened, cock buried all the way inside her still, then something cold and wet dripped against her ass. Before she could do more than react with a gasp, his strong fingers were there, circling her ass and smoothing the lube into her.

  She groaned, a dark thrill running through her as he started to fuck her again. His thrusts timed with the circling of his finger until all she could concentrate on was the feel of his cock in the tight sheath of her pussy and the wicked digit as it teased her ass.

  “You like this, Milly?” The circling became pressure, until just the broad tip of his finger penetrated her. She whimpered, nodding as he circled the rim of strong muscles. “You like me playing with your ass? Like my finger here?”

  The bottle squirted again, more lube landing cold and wet against her. She bit her lip, pressing her forehead into the cool sheets as he pulled his finger free only to press it and more lube into her. His thrusts became shallow as he worked her ass, adding more lube to his forays against her anal opening until, with a gentle, insistent push, he slid the finger all the way in.

  “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” he taunted, deep voice strained.

  She moaned, nodded and shoved her ass back as he started to thrust in and out, gently at first, but then stronger, faster, as her pants urged him on. More lube and a second finger followed the first. Milly swore, reaching between her legs to strum her fingers against her clit as dark pleasure mounted.

  “That’s it, baby, you take it all. God, you feel fucking fantastic. Does it feel good?”

  “Uh huh,” she managed on a pant as he started to scissor his fingers, stretching and preparing her ass. She wasn’t slow, she knew where this was going and the thought of his thick, fat cock in her ass filled her with excitement. “Tight, but good. Full…”

  “You’re gonna get more filled than this.” He chuckled, the sound dirty as all hell, and pulled his cock from her pussy 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 pussy.

  “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 pussy, parted almost to the point of pain, throbbed in time with the pulsing over her clit. Automatically her hips 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 nipples 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 pussy kicked up a notch, the tendrils wrapping around her clit 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 pussy and his cock 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 fucked, 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.

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