Burning Up Flint (4 page)

He tossed the shirt toward the floor before getting to his feet, reaching for the front of his pants and slowly opening them. Mira’s mouth started to drop open but when she realized it, she slammed it shut. She knew she should look away but there was no way in hell she was going to when she was curious about his body and if he were willing to show her what was under his clothes, she was more than willing to look her fill.

She wondered if he was anatomically correct. When he lowered the front of his pants she let her legs drop as every inch of Flint was revealed. Her heels lowered against the bed as she slammed her thighs shut. She stared in fascination, and partly in fear, as the man stripped completely naked. As he turned sideways to step out of his pants, she got an even better view of
cyborg
Flint. Her heart pounded and the reason he wanted her naked on his bed was hugely evident.

“Oh shit,” she whispered.

Flint turned to face her, his gaze meeting hers, and then looked down his body. She saw his head tilt slightly as his dark blue gaze rose to meet hers again.

“Spread your thighs now,” he said softly.

Her eyes flew down his body to the biggest hard-on she’d ever seen. When he’d been designed in the lab they’d made everything big on the man. She shook her head frantically as her wide gaze flew up to his.

“You can’t have sex with me.”

Flint chuckled. “Watch me.”

Mira whimpered as she tried to roll away when he slowly climbed on the bed. She twisted to her side but a large, warm hand curled around her hip, pulling her flat again. He sighed loudly.

“Don’t fight me. Spread your thighs and lift them up again.”

She didn’t fight but she pleaded with him silently as she stared into his eyes. “You think this isn’t going to hurt? Have you ever had sex? I’m not prepared. You’re…” Her gaze flew down to that massive erection then flew back up. “You’re too big and that’s not going fit without pain. You’re too thick.”

He laughed. His eyes sparkled. “I’m not that big but thank you for attempting to boost my ego. If I had one, I’d appreciate it.”

“You’re bigger and thicker than any guy I’ve ever been with and I haven’t had sex in almost a year. I broke up with the man I was seeing and then I got a promotion at work so I’ve been traveling between Earth and the space stations. I haven’t had time to date or meet men unless you count men like the general and no way in hell I was interested in someone like him.”

“I understand. Do you pleasure yourself then? How do you do this? Do you use toys?”

She was amazed by the fact that he asked her that kind of personal question and that he even knew about sex toys. She opened her mouth and then slammed it shut. “I’m not answering.”

He grinned. “I’ll figure it out. Spread open now,
Mirasia
Carver. Resisting is a waste of time.”

Gritting her teeth, she spread her legs, letting anger override her fear. He was going to do this whether she wanted it or not. She wasn’t afraid of him exactly since he hadn’t hurt her so far. He just had no idea how uncomfortable sex between them was going to be but she did. She’d kept telling herself over the past year that she really needed to get laid but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.

She glared at him. “I can’t stop you but please don’t hurt me.”

She shut her eyes and tensed, expecting him to just mount her and force his way into her body. Tears filled her eyes that she tried to blink back, knowing it was going to
hurt,
knowing there was no way it couldn’t hurt. The
cyborg
was large and really strong and well hung. Something that big being forced into something smaller was going to be painful.

She started a little when his hands gripped her inner thighs to spread them wider. She glanced at him and was shocked to find him crouched on his knees facing her with his face hovering inches over her pussy. She wondered if he was examining her visually before he started whatever he was going to do to her. She jumped when his hot breath teased her exposed slit. She stared down at him. Flint looked up at her over her stomach. He chuckled and did the last thing she expected. The
cyborg
winked at her.

Surprise hit her at what he’d done but then he did something even more shocking. She gasped as Flint’s tongue started to slide along the line of her cleft, sensitizing the tender flesh. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as his thumbs spread her labia wider, to expose more of her to his mouth. He flicked her clit with his tongue and then skimmed it downward until he pushed inside her pussy. She felt his tongue enter her body—hot, wet, and thick. She arched her back, squirming to get away from the pressure of the sudden entry.

She couldn’t get away from his hands or his mouth. He withdrew his tongue and swiped upward to focus on her clit with his lips and tongue. Her body went rigid at the instant pleasure his licks and gentle sucks created. It spread through her entire body. A moan tore from her as he started to apply just enough pressure and movement against her swelling nerve bundle to heighten the pleasurable sensations to pure ecstasy. She gripped the belts securing her wrists with her fisted hands just for something to hold on to.

The
cyborg’s
hot tongue teased and taunted her. He sucked on her and let his teeth scrape the sensitive bud he had captured in his mouth. His tongue then pushed at the hood of her clit to torment that tiny spot that drove her wild, pushing just enough against it that she knew she was going to come. She couldn’t hold back.

Her body tensed, growing tighter and tighter inside as her inner muscles clenched and quivered. Moisture flooded her pussy as moans tore from her throat. What Flint was doing to her was beyond anything she’d ever felt before with a man between her thighs. He was better than her vibrator or her own finger pleasuring herself. She bucked her hips, feeling her clit harden even further, wanting to come more than her next breath and knowing she was so damn close she was on the edge. If he stopped she was going to kill him because she would never survive if he left her hanging.

He shifted his hands on her, instantly she worried that he’d stop but that thought turned into a loud moan of sheer rapture as he pushed a thick finger inside her to fill the aching need of wanting
him
inside her. He curled that finger and rubbed her inner wall at the back of her clit. That was all it took for Mira to come apart under his mouth and around his finger. She screamed out his name as violent spasms seized her. Sharp blasts of pleasure surged inside her as she cried out over and over until she went limp in the aftermath.

Flint’s mouth released her clit as the finger slid out of her. She knew she was soaked as that finger spread her wetness around her sex, coating her labia. She moaned softly as his thumb brushed her oversensitive nub before stroking downward, using her wetness to make sure every part of her was coated with her slick release. She couldn’t move but the bed did though as his weight shifted on the mattress. Her eyes opened so she could stare up in wonder at Flint as he climbed over her to pin her under his body, trapping her between his hands spread on the bed next to her arms. She followed his intense gaze when he looked down their bodies and saw how aroused he was. He didn’t even have to grip his thick, erect cock to guide it into her. He was so hard he just had to adjust the angle of his hips.

The thick head of Flint’s cock pressed against her body as he teased
her a
little, gliding his incredibly hard blunt tip up and down her slit, spreading more of her fluids so that he was well coated too. He stilled, pressed against the entrance of her pussy, the thick head of his shaft poised there, against her opening. He slowly pushed forward, making her feel pressure before he slid inside her.

She gasped in pleasure at the wonderful sensation of her pussy being penetrated and stretched. He was so thick and she didn’t think she could take him but he didn’t give her a choice as he very slowly pushed in deeper. She shut her eyes, trying to relax. Her muscles were protesting being forced wider than they had ever been. Her pussy was slippery wet from how turned-on she was and from coming. It helped ease him into her without pain. He drove into her deeper still, causing her to suck in air in a loud gasp. Flint froze on her, not moving at all.

“Am I hurting you,
Mirasia
Carver? You’re so damn tight.” Flint’s voice was unusually deep and raggedly harsh. It sounded as if the words had been torn from deep in his throat.

She saw sweat on his brow then looked into a pair of dark eyes that were raw with passion and need. He looked like a man on the edge. His shoulder-length hair fell forward next to her face. His mouth was tense and she could see a muscle jump along his jaw. He looked as if he were torn between pain and passion. She understood.

“You’re stretching me. It burns a little but it doesn’t hurt.”

Relief was obvious in his eyes. “I’m using every ounce of my self-control,
Mirasia
Carver. I don’t want to hurt you but you feel so damn good. You’re like a fist around me that almost hurts but nothing has ever felt better. Tell me if I injure you. I’ll try to be gentle.”

He pushed in more. She moved her legs, wrapping them around his waist to try to squeeze his hips with her legs and use them as leverage to shove him back a little as he eased deeper into her. She was afraid it would hurt if he pushed inside too far. Flint chuckled, grinning at her, and shook his head as he pushed in deeper. He paused, buried inside her, stretching her.

“I’m in, little one. You can take all of me. I’ll stay right here while you adjust to me, no matter how much you make me ache.”

She heard the groan in his voice as he said the words. She stared into his eyes, seeing so much emotion there that it dazed her just a little. She saw the passion and almost pain but she saw need too.
Need that he directed at her.
She wished she could touch him, the urge to brush her hands over his body almost unbearable.

“Will you release my wrists?”

“No.”

“I want to touch you.”

He shook his head. “I think not. Are you ready? I won’t last, little one. I’m sorry but it’s been too long for me and you feel too damn good. I’m ready to come now from just feeling you squeezing me so tight.”

She caught the part about how it had been a long time for him so she wasn’t a first for him. He’d had sex with women, or at least one, before. She stared up into his handsome face, deciding that he was super sexy. She was sure the women
cyborgs
were all over Flint if there were women
cyborgs
still in existence.

He moved slowly at first then picked up the
pace,
fucking her in strong, steady strokes that had Mira loudly moaning in pleasure, the feeling amazing. He hit nerve endings she didn’t even know she had as he shifted his
hips
just slightly, going at her from a new angle that had his shaft rubbing against her clit. She wrapped her legs higher around his waist as he rode her faster and harder. She bucked under him frantically as another climax started to build in her.

Flint was careful not to crush her but she didn’t give a damn about anything but the feel of him inside her and rubbing against her. With every drive inward she fought the urge to scream from the ecstasy. With every withdrawal she tightened around him, terrified he’d leave and the pleasure would stop.

“Damn,” Flint rasped. “Oh,
Mirasia
Carver, I’m sorry.” He groaned loudly as he drove deep into her one last time.

Mira wanted to scream in frustration. She had been damn close to coming. His thick cock pulsed hard against her vaginal walls, twitching against her tightened muscles that were begging for release, even as his release shot deep inside her. There was a strong sensation of pressure and warmth as he came, flooding her.

Flint was breathing hard as he stilled on her. His eyes were closed as he hung his head. A long minute passed before he looked at her. They locked gazes and then he shifted his weight, bracing his weight on one arm.

Mira was shocked as he shoved his hand between their bellies to run his thumb around the area where they were joined before moving it higher, just over where he was still deeply buried inside Mira. He found her clit and rubbed circles over it as he started to move inside her again, fucking her slowly but deeply.

Mira cried out in pleasure. His thumb pressed down a little more, applying enough force to drive her passion higher. He slammed into her faster and harder, twisting his hips a little with each thrust. She gripped the belts as she came hard, thrashing and bucking, arching her back while crying out in bliss. She hadn’t lasted more than a minute but she’d already been on the edge when Flint hadn’t been able to hold back his own release.

He stilled and then lay there on her, keeping her firmly pinned under him. “
Mirasia
Carver, look at me,” he said softly.

She opened her eyes and saw tenderness in his blue gaze. He was always surprising her. She realized that she needed to disregard her preconceived concepts about
cyborgs
.

“There are thirty-two men on this ship and you are the only woman. Never leave my cabin without me. I know you think we’re nothing more than robots with humanlike bodies and beating hearts but you’re wrong. If you manage to escape my room, I have informed the men not to touch you but they haven’t had a woman in a while. I wouldn’t trust any of them with you so don’t leave. You’re safe in here.” He paused. “Out there you aren’t safe without me.
They
would hurt you when they stripped you naked.”

She was speechless. There went the idea of a warm-and-fuzzy after-sex talk she’d thought they might have when she’d seen that tender look in his eyes. Disappointment hit her. She’d wanted him to untie her so they could cuddle in the after-great-sex glow. She finally sighed, accepting that wanting and getting were two different things.

“I didn’t think that you were like that. I know you’re much more than just a machine. I just didn’t know if you had sex or not. They didn’t exactly advertise those facts in the history records. I won’t leave your room and I know there’s nowhere to escape on a ship.”