C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) (8 page)

“And I forgot the soap,” he replied, his smile widening.

Unsure of how to deal with a teasing cyborg, she didn’t reply. Nor could she stop staring at him, caught by his vivid eyes that returned her intent perusal. She shifted her gaze only to find herself mesmerized by his lips. As if her regard were an invitation, he leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers. Her breath caught. He did it again, letting his lips linger on hers.

Earlier, with the adrenaline rushing through her body, she tried to rationalize the electric reaction when they touched as part of the rush from the escape. As for the kiss while he was prisoner, she’d blamed her enjoyment of that on the taboo nature of it. Now, naked, skin-to-skin, and hornier than she ever recalled, she had to admit, her reaction owed nothing to the situation, but had everything to do with him. He made her feel
alive.
Sexy. In his presence, a sense of safety imbued her, and yet at the same time, it was like she walked on the edge of a cliff. It excited her and she craved more.

Instead of pushing him away like a proper captive would, Chloe closed her eyes and gave in to what he offered. She let him kiss her.

And kiss her he did.

He caressed every inch of her mouth, nibbling, sucking and teasing flesh she never imagined could feel so much. When he inserted his tongue between her lips, letting it slide along her own, she moaned, lost in a wave of sensation — and heat. Lots of heat, mostly centered in her pussy.

During their kiss, her hands crept up around his neck. She clung to him, craning on tiptoe, the hot spray of the shower making the air in the cubicle moist. Not as moist as her of course. Her sex ached for his touch. Make that hungered. Needed…

Wanting even more contact, more of everything he offered, she ground her hips against him, and he answered her unspoken plea. The hands on her buttocks slid up to her waist, the roughness of his fingers on her skin an erotic sensation. He turned her, wrenching her mouth free from his and drawing a protest from her. He spun her until her back pressed against his chest while his hands came to rest over her stomach and his cock throbbed against her lower back. Her head fell back as his lips sought the lobe of her ear, nipping the tender flesh as his hands roamed her rounded tummy, slowly working their way down to her mound. He dragged his fingers through her trimmed curls, but instead of sliding between her thighs, his hands split up. They tickled down her thighs, his gentle urging parting them. She panted as he toyed with her, his calloused fingers a teasing friction against her skin that made her whimper as he kept stroking closer and closer to her pussy, stopping just short, driving her insane with need.

“Please,” she gasped.

“What do you want, little one?” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Forget shame. Desire controlled her. “Touch me.”

“Like this?” He dragged a digit through her moist slit, wetting the tip of his finger in her honey before lightly brushing her clit. She cried out as her body arched involuntarily.

“Yes!” she hissed, willing to beg when he pulled his hand away after that one electrifying touch.

The finger returned, slipping between her nether lips, circling the entrance to her sex, before dipping into her channel. In and out, he seesawed his finger while she could only tremble, her breath coming in harsh pants, her body taut with mounting pleasure.

He slid a second finger in, continuing his in and out motion. She whimpered. His reply was to bring his other hand into play, a digit wetting itself in her juices before touching her sensitive nub. And that easily and quickly, he sent her over the edge.

*

One stroke across her clit, two, three. A scream left her lips as her climax hit, hard and fast. Joe groaned himself as her channel clamped tight around his still penetrating fingers. Even though his cock throbbed, his erection almost painful, he’d never experienced anything as intense as Chloe’s orgasm. Or as sweet as her kiss.

He needed more. Needed her. Maneuvering them out of the shower, he didn’t bother grabbing a towel, just swept her into his arms. To his delight, she clung to him and lifted her lips for a kiss. He took her mouth with a bit more force than planned, but she seemed to welcome his passionate response, her embrace back just as fierce — and hungry.

Conscious of her more delicate frame, he laid her gently on the bed and nudged her thighs apart before covering her with his body, most of his weight supported on his forearms. The tip of his cock immediately pressed against her sex, and he teased himself a moment longer, rubbing the head of it against her moist core, lubing his shaft so as to not hurt her when he penetrated her tightness.

“What are you waiting for?” she panted in between kisses.

“I am preparing you for penetration,” he replied as he again slid his cock across her wet sex, fighting the temptation to just sink into her without more preparation.

“I’m ready now.” Her hips arched up, sheathing the tip of him, and with that simple gesture, his senses went haywire and he lost all control. He plunged into her heat, his rigid flesh sliding into her wet channel, which still quivered with the remnants of her orgasm. And by all the circuits in his brain, it felt incredible.

In and out he thrust, her pussy suctioning his cock, her legs wrapped around his shanks, her encouraging cries a music like no other. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pumped her, and when he took a moment to look at her, he finally understood the definition of perfection. What else could he call it when she opened her eyes at the same moment, eyes glazed with passion and need, lips parted for her cries of pleasure, her cheeks flushed with passion…for him. And then she came with a sharp cry, her channel convulsing around his prick, milking him hard until he could hold back no more. He bellowed as he jetted his cream into her welcoming sheath. His hips arched one last time and then froze, his dick buried deep in the pulsing heaven of her pussy.

As he panted, his mental faculties scrambled, his body actually sweating and glowing with more pleasure than he’d ever thought could exist, he couldn’t help thinking,
those stupid monks don’t know what they’re missing.

A joyous chuckle escaped him that turned into full-blown laughter as her lips tightened and she glared at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“Would you believe I was just pitying those of my brethren who think they aren’t missing anything by abstaining from sex?”

Her brow creased. “I don’t get it.”

He kissed the tip of her nose before rolling to his side. “It just means that I am most pleased with my decision to bring you with me, little one.”

Rolling onto her side, she smiled as if pleased with his words then turned pale. She gasped, her eyes trained on his body. “Oh no. You’re hurt!”

He craned his head to peer at his body. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? You have holes in your body.”

“I was unable to avoid all the missiles during the escape.”

“Obviously,” she retorted. “But why didn’t you say something in the shower? How could you have sex with me? You need someone to look at those. Or at the least bandage them.”

“Have you forgotten? I heal quickly.”

“But doesn’t it hurt?” Her green eyes rose to meet his, the concern in them making him lift a hand to brush the softness of her cheek.

“We are programmed to ignore pain and other discomforts, little one.”

“Chloe.”

“Hmm?” he murmured as he lay on his back, entranced by the view of her as she propped herself up on an elbow, her messy, wet hair clinging to the tops of her breasts.

“My name is Chloe.”

“I know,” he replied, his tone a touch smug.

“Oh. I didn’t realize I’d told you.”

“You didn’t. I found it on my own.”

“Don’t you want to tell something now?” She arched a brow at him expectantly.

“Such as?”

“Your name.”

“Why do you wish to know it?”

His casual query saw her sitting straight up. She glared down at him. “Because we just slept together.”

“I wouldn’t call that sleeping.”

“Now you’re being deliberately obtuse, just like a man,” she huffed.

Insult thrown, he reacted. In a flash, he’d pinned her under him. “I am not a man. I am cyborg. Much better than any pathetic male you’ve ever known. And my name is Joe.”

“About time you told me.” Her lips curved into a smile that did strange things to his heart. “Hi, Joe.”

“Hello, Chloe.” He smiled when she giggled.

“Okay, introductions over, now what?” she asked.

He showed her, dipping his head to trail kisses along the edge of her jaw, his libido already recovered and his cock ready to go again.

“Shouldn’t we talk?” she murmured, her eyes closing as she arched her head back to allow him better access to her neck.

“About?” He kissed his way down her creamy column intent on finally seeing her breasts. Actually, he intended to do more than look at them. He’d thought often about sucking on her nipples.

“What you intend to do with me.” A gasp escaped her as he found the hard pebble and licked it.

He lifted his head for only a moment to reply. “Other than play with your breasts?”

“Yes, other than that.” She giggled. “I mean, what about the future? What are your plans for me?”

“I intend to take you to my homeworld and keep you as a receptacle for my sexual needs.” Question answered, he took her nipple into his mouth, a pleasure short lived as she yanked on his hair, pulling him away.

He propped himself up and frowned at her. “Am I doing something wrong?” Surely not. He’d absorbed the knowledge of how to titillate a woman’s areola, and a quick analysis of his actions showed him performing at his best.

Shoving at his chest, she shrieked. “Wrong? You just told me you intend to make me into a whore.”

“No. A whore is someone who has sexual relations with many males. I do not intend to share you so that term does not apply.”

“But you intend to have sex with me? Whenever you want?”

“Yes. I find you pleasing to the eye and touch. Do not fear. I intend to give you great pleasure.”

“So that’s all I am to you? A pussy to fuck?”

The sadness in her eyes and tone tore at him. Worse, he didn’t know the right answer to repair the damage he’d inadvertently done.

“You are mine, little one. I’m not sure I understand your distress. If you are concerned about my abilities then rest assured. I will take good care of you. I will provide you with a home and supplies. Protect you should the need arise. And in turn, you will—”

“I get it; let you fuck me whenever you get the urge.” A heavy sigh left her. “I should have known better. I mean, you’d think by now I’d be used to men treating me like shit. Funny though, I thought you were different.”

“I am different.” The vehemence in his words surprised him, but it just made her expression even more morose.

“Man or machine, when it comes to pussy, you’re all the same.”

“Would a human male worry about your pleasure?” he growled, thrusting a hand between her legs, cupping her sex.

“So you like to make it fun for both of us. It doesn’t change what you really think of me.” Again she sighed. But then, she draped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Unlike the ones of earlier, this one proved a slow embrace. The gentleness of it made his heart tighten. He’d really have to get it checked out. Perhaps have a mechanical one installed that didn’t constantly stutter when Chloe spent time with him. But he’d look into that later.

Rolling their bodies, he returned to his back with Chloe atop him. She didn’t stop kissing him, and Joe decided to forget her irrational outburst. According to his brethren who cohabited with females, it happened oftentimes without cause or provocation.

He’d allow her tantrum this time. But, in the future, he’d have to explain to her she wasn’t to look sad because he didn’t like it. It made him uncomfortable, which he found completely unacceptable. Of course, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d stop her from acting in that manner, but surely he’d find a way. He set his neural net to looking for an answer as he continued to kiss her.

*

Chloe kissed Joe as a way of ignoring the hurt he’d inadvertently inflicted when he informed her she was just a living, breathing sexbot to him. She’d suspected he wanted her for sex, but somehow she’d also expected he’d at least couch it in some terms of affection like most men did. She’d forgotten though. As part machine, Joe didn’t think like a regular human male. Nor did he make love like one. So perhaps, she could forgive him his less-than-tender declaration a teensy, tiny bit, so long as he kept making her see stars.

His touch electrified every one of her senses while his kiss left her desperate for more. So despite the fact he blatantly declared her nothing more than a receptacle for his cock, she took what he offered. Why not? It was still better than anything she ever had back home.

Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she glanced down at him, staring at his face, so handsome with its chiseled planes and sensual lips. His eyes almost glowed, their intense blueness so bright in his tanned face. She let her gaze trail down to his wide shoulders then his chest. His poor abused chest. She slid back on his stomach until the jutting length of his cock halted her. At least five holes, already knitting shut, adorned his torso, and while they didn’t bleed, their very presence made tears pool.

Despite his claim that his programming didn’t let him feel, she knew it had to hurt. He was perhaps not conscious of it, but at some level, his psyche surely screamed. She leaned forward and kissed the skin below a wound.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“It is human custom to kiss injuries better.”

“But your lips do not possess healing nanos.”

“It is meant to heal the emotions of the inured party,” she replied, kissing the area just above another injury.

One by one, she kissed the flesh around his wounds, conscious of his gaze tracking her every move.

“It does not make any logical sense, however, I find myself improving. There is just one more spot that requires a healing embrace,” he stated.