Last Call (Stranded in the Stars Book 1) (21 page)

“Good girl.” He drew his finger out with a pop.

He leaned over her, covering her body with his and kissed her deeply, pushing his demands onto her pliant body but ever careful to not hurt her, pressing his hips between her until his cock was grinding heavily over her pussy. He wanted to have her scent over his pants again, rubbing along her as they warred with their mouths.

Jack liked that she had a tendency to bite his scarred lower lip. His breath hissed when her hands ran down his armored body and reached for his cock, nearly losing himself in the process; lifting up to watch her struggle to remove his pants. He smirked at her efforts.

“It’s nice to know you want it as much as it wants you.”

“Jack, please stop talking and help me.”

He burst out in laughter, nuzzling his face into her hair, overcome with the scent of desperation all the while he could feel her pull at his crotch.

With a groan, his laughter died away, he reached down between them and unbuckled his pants. Her hand eagerly slipped between him and the material until she found his shaft. Warm fingers wrapped around his length and tugged it free. Allie’s breath hitched as he sprang free, seeing him unhindered, his hard-on haloed by the dim white lights of his ship.

He was full of himself, he knew what she was thinking at that moment as her hand cupped his girth. That he was ramrod straight, that he was as hard as hell was hot, and that it was pointed right at her. His genetics had made him perfectly endowed.

His shaft was pushed upward as his pants and buckles rested around his hips, tight over his sack. Liking the pressure it caused he left it there, instead pushing his hips forward to glide his length between her legs. Her hand moved with him, the grip erratic as it splayed around his length, innocently exploring as it went from soft caresses to abrupt tugs. Her velvety skin moved over his beaded head, peeked with precum, and down its base.
      

Jack allowed her to explore him while he settled his forearms on either side of her head and captured her supple mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair and tugged it with need.

She was weak and willing beneath him as he continued to run his hard-on over her, feeling his length get slick with her arousal.

The body lying under him opened up, becoming a beautiful vessel for his pleasure and his own personal Hell.

Lust clouded his brain as she tilted her head to the side and broke their kiss. Allie’s breaths deepened as her chest pulsated from each heavy lungful, her breasts pressed into his chest with each gasp. He moved his mouth down her chin, over her beating pulse, briefly latching onto her protruding collarbone to give it a light bite. He felt her body twitch from the strange sensation.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, licking his way down to her perky nipples.

Instead of responding, she moved her locked hands and tangled them in his unruly hair, urging him on. His cock was sad to lose the heated grip of her hands.

“Your tits remind me of raspberries.” He moaned right before he latched onto one and sucked it into his mouth. His thumb and forefinger caught the other one and rolled the hard peak.

“I’ve never had raspberries.” She moaned.

Jack looked up at her face as he ran his tongue along the underside of her breasts, his hands on both sides cupping them together, squeezing them. He watched as every time he pinched one of her hard tits, her teeth would bite down on her bottom lip; it was driving him crazy.

He veered up on his knees to look down at her flushed body, taking in every inch of her form until she opened her eyes and met his gaze.

The world around him shattered when she gave him a soft, sated smile.

“Jack,” she continued to smile up at him, killing him. “I would do anything for you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her confession as an unusual feeling pulsated through his system and it made him want to shudder as if he could shake it off. Possession strangled his heart.

Below him her core burned, the muscles quivered, making the soft lips of her pussy pulsate. He lifted her legs up and settled them around his waist and he pushed the head of his cock in her, his precum spread over her tight entrance. Mindless with wanton desire, he watched her little hole take him in, squeezing the life out of it as it demanded submission.

He looked up at her face before he took her completely. “We’re both idiots.” He whispered as he thrust the rest of the way into her.

Her body arched off the bed in a breathless gasp, her face scrunched up in pleasure and then winced in pain. Jack could read her body easily in such close proximity, he had been unconsciously transferring his cybercells over her and knew it was her bruised ankle that was the cause. He rounded his hand under her knee and held her leg out from their joined bodies as he slowly, deliberately thrust into her and preventing it from moving with his steely grip. Her discomfort quickly eased and the tensed muscles of her restrained leg went lax.

He pushed into her with every whimper, fueled by her body’s sinuous writhing.

“I need to know you’re alive.” He ground out, his eyes narrowed on where they were joined as he pulled out and vigorously thrust back in. With his free hand he rubbed her glistening clit; desperate to feel her body climax under and around him.

“Please.” She cried, her hands clawed at his chest, grasping his armor.

“I need to feel you, sweetheart.” He tweaked her nub. His fingers pushed her lips apart while his middle continued to rub her, needing to watch her stretched tight around his shaft. The connection meant everything to him at that moment.

He drove into her several more times before she tensed up around him, her legs moving wildly as she pulled herself upward. Her grip strengthened on his weapon’s straps, riding the waves of her orgasm over him.

When her body stopped quivering and her hold loosened up, Jack gently pushed her back down into the bed, keeping his hold steady on her leg. He fucked her fast and hard as he leaned over her breasts and bit down on a bouncing nipple; climaxing in her yielding cunt a moment later.

Jack pushed up and kissed her swollen, bitten lips. Her eyes were closed and her breaths heavy from their frantic lovemaking. He buried his tongue into her mouth while he continued to pump into her, unable to break their link.

It wasn’t until he began to feel her body loosen up with sleep that he unmounted her, careful of her leg and the worst of her bruises. He tumbled onto his back and pulled her sleeping form close.

Chapter Fifteen:

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here was something beneath her that was soft and warm and it felt alien to her. Her body was cushioned from head to toe on every side, as if she was suspended inside a fluffy cloud.

She snuggled deeper into the soft warmth, pulling her legs up and twisting her arms into silky, cool blankets a her naked body took in every square inch of comfort. She could smell Jack in the cloth; a mixture of metal and man with a hint of the crisp sterilization of the ship. If she had a choice, she would never move again.

If I could wake up in clouds every morning, my life would be a good one.

Allie knew she could not stay though and forced her weak, aching muscles to wake up, quickly realizing that Jack was not lying next to her. She became consumed with thoughts of the frenetic joining the night before; wanting him all over again but she was alone.

Her eyes snapped open. Jack was taking her off this planet.

She sat up, her now freed hands rubbing over her wrists, the straps he had tied around them gone. The panel door was wide open across the space, alleviating her abrupt fear that he might keep her with him against her will.

If she was going to contemplate escape, it would be extremely difficult with a man like Jack. He seemed to know everything.
He probably knows I’m awake.
His confession alone that he knew she had been watching him when he had first arrived was proof enough. She hadn’t known what he was then and even if she had she still would have watched him; but maybe not have entered his ship.

Why am I not frightened?

Did she want to leave this planet?
Yes.
Was she comfortable assimilating to a new world?
Depends.
Did she want to be alone?
No.

It was settled. A weight lifted off her shoulders because she would stay with him and she would leave with him.
Maybe he’ll let me choose where I’ll end up.

Allie looked around the cabin. It was simply decorated with dim lights that wrapped around the exterior walls and the room had a similar circle light ring on the ceiling like several of the other rooms on this ship had. The bed she was sitting on was connected to the wall like the one in the medical bay and there was a large transparent screen that blipped numbers and letters directly across from her. Above the exterior light ring was a large line of shiny chrome shutters that were tightly closed. She wondered if they opened up to a viewing glass.

I wonder what it would be like to lie on the cloud-like bed and stare out at the stars.

At the end of the shutters there was a closed panel door down a short flight of steps and on the last wall, where the open door was located, stood a white-metal shelf divided into large squares; each of the squares housed a strange assortment of items.

On one shelf was a blackened glass screen with a keypad, one had a shallow crystal bowl that was brimming with silvery liquid, another shelf had a stack of old, peeling books. There were weapons, stones, and other items that she could not place.
Jack must be a collector.
These things must have some value to him if he kept them in his room; at least she assumed it was his room.

Allie tucked the blanket around her and slowly stood up, testing the strength of her feet. The swelling on her ankle had gone down significantly but blue bruises still splotched her skin. She could walk as long as she did not put the brunt of her weight on it. A dull pain settled at her joints.

She limped around the bed and used the wall as a support as she moved toward the closed panel, hoping it was a lavatory of some kind. The door slid open as she descended the three steps towards it.

Peeking inside, she saw a wash room unlike the ones she had used to in her previous life. The room was stark white with light grey undertones. The light gave it a clinical look and made the room glow in its brightness. A large shower stall took up the second half of the room and a small flat sink stuck out of the white metal paneling; opposite the sink was a large cabinet that ran from floor to ceiling. Curious, Allie shuffled over to it and opened it up.

Inside was long streams of gleaming wiring, a myriad of circuit boards in different shapes and sizes, robotic parts, and other electronic pieces secured about. There was even an entire cybernetic arm; the metal fingers hanging limp at the end.
These must be replacement parts for Jack.

The humanoid machinery temporarily stunned her. She was used to seeing Jack, the man but now that she had a glimpse of the hidden cyber-robotic parts, it confused her.
Jack is unlike me, why do I keep forgetting that? He’s part machine, of course he would have extra parts stored in his living quarters.
Allie shook her head, feeling the cobwebs come back.

Was he more human or was he more machine? And maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t entirely human. Humans tended to suffer around her. A Cyborg may be able to survive her bad karma, the curse that clung to her existence.

“Looking for something?”

Allie jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him, her hold on the blanket draped around her tightening. “Someplace to clean myself.” She gaped at him, Jack was shirtless and leaning against the door frame. His muscles straining with his arms crossed over his chest. His hair clung to him like he had just washed but the smudges of dirt and sand that plastered his boots said otherwise.

Jack lifted away and stalked toward her, reaching around her to close the cabinet door. A light hum filled the space as a screen appeared on the wall next to them. He punched a series of numbers in and the washroom changed. A large showerhead manifested from the corner of the stall and gushed water out like a miniature crystalline waterfall.

The gleam of the white-metal and bright lights sparkled the liquid, the droplets that landed away resembled diamonds. The cascade of water pooled over the floor, leveling out over their feet and then sucked into hidden vents around the edges.

A relief basin appeared next to the small sink as the cabinet sunk into the wall and was replaced with a long mirror.

“Is that better?” He stepped away from the screen and watched her.

“It’s incredible. Yes, thank you.” Allie spun in a circle, “I didn’t know technology could do things like this–” she mused until she spied a brick of soap that appeared on a shelf in the large water stall. “Soap!” She scuttled closer to it and almost tripping on the blanket that was now water-logged at the bottom edges. A steel, warm hand wrapped around her upper arm.

“Careful.” He snapped, righting her.

“Do you mind if I use the facilities?” She looked at him, his closeness firing up her desire. The mere presence of him caused her stomach to clench but her mind was distracted, solely focused on the fresh bar of soap that was within reach.

“You’re asking now?” He grinned, letting her go and stepping back.

“Yes?” She almost felt sorry as she reached over to the stiff pink bar and cradled it between her hands, lifting the treasure to her nose. Her body contracted when she took a deep breath, her nose filled with the foreign scent. She smelled flowers.
Flowers
. The burn of tears formed in her eyes.
I haven’t smelled something so beautiful or fresh in so long.

“What smell is this?” She whispered.

“Raspberry.” He smirked.

“It smells like flowers.” She sniffed the bar again.

He laughed. “No. It’s a berry native to Earth. You remind me of them, it suits my obsession.” She was reminded of his comments about her nipples, blushing. “I’ll make sure we find you some to try.” He jested.