He was hot. No, hot didn't even cover it. Totally fuckable… Sex on freaking legs.
Samara packed her small med-kit away, trying hard to keep her eyes away from the
impressive bulge at her patient's crotch and not drool at the same time.
It wasn't right to ogle her patient. In fact, she was breaking several clauses in the
intergalactic nurses' code of conduct even thinking about it. If that were the case, then
her dreams last night—all supercharged and highly erotic—would smash them to
smithereens.
So intent was she on not staring at his crotch that she missed the sounds of
movement behind her. She didn't realize he'd moved until hard hands closed around
her. One over her mouth and the other wrapping around her waist to yank her up
against his hard body.
"Scream and I'll snap your pretty little neck. Understood?"
Gone was the light, teasing note his voice had held a moment before. Now it was
hard and uncompromising as he held her tight, his breath fanning over her neck. Fear
and a sick sense of excitement rolled through her in equal amounts.
Fear because she was in the clutches of a well-built, extremely strong cyborg. One
who could easily carry out his threat and snap her neck like a twig. Excitement because
that cyborg was possibly the hottest man she'd ever seen.
"Understood?"
A note of impatience threaded through his voice. Samara hastily nodded. Her heart
pounded in her ears, a fine trembling rolling through her as her womb clenched tight
and heat dampened her panties. Sheesh, what was wrong with her? Here she was, in
mortal danger, and all she could think about was jumping his bones.Silence reigned for several seconds. Finally he seemed satisfied that she wasn't
going to do anything to draw attention to their situation in the cell. She stayed
motionless, looking at the metal wall in front of her. What was he going to do? There
was no way he could get off the ship, even if he could get out of the detention bay.
Almost on cue, the ship rocked and the red alert klaxons started their raucous
wailing. She started in surprise. "The ship's under attack…I have to go."
"You're not going anywhere."
His hold tightened almost to the point of pain, but she pressed her lips tight
together. She was determined not to show any weakness. Not to him. From the reports
she'd read, cyborgs hated weakness of any sort. Particularly human weakness. They
hated anything that reminded them that a physically inferior race had created them and
even now sought to control them.
Despite her best efforts, the merest hint of sound escaped. It was more a mouse's
fart than a whimper, but he heard it. She froze, expecting dire retribution to fall on her
head any second. Instead, his hold relaxed a fraction.
Seeing her opportunity, Samara stomped on his foot, aiming for the arch, and
twisted out of his hold. Launching herself across the small space, she reached out to
punch the code into the pad by the door.
Adrenaline raced through her veins, galvanizing every cell in her body. Her heart
thundered. All the time, in the back of her mind, was the knowledge that she couldn't
outrun a cyborg. Not without a good head start and a minor miracle.
But the universe was out of minor miracles. Sensing movement behind her, she
squealed in fear and surged forward. Her escape was short lived. The next moment a
hard body slammed into her from behind. She was stopped, spun around and pinned
up against the wall of the cell.
Not even breathing heavily, he glared down at her.
"Never run from me."His eyes glittered with anger and something else. Heat, fury, hunger. Whatever it
was, it made her heart hop, skip and jump. Never one to be weak-willed, and perhaps
suicidal to boot, her courage and backbone decided at that moment to reemerge. What
was the point in holding her tongue if he was going to kill her anyway?
"Oh, come on, Einstein. What do you expect? You're a dangerous prisoner and the
ship is under attack. What do you think I'm going to do? Hang around for a cup of tea
and a cozy chat?" She arched one delicate brow and gave him a haughty expression.
The combination had always worked on men who'd overstepped their bounds
before. He was a man. Sure, he was also a cyborg, but without all the implants and
things designed to turn him into a highly skilled, extremely fast killer he was still a
man.
His eyes darkened for a moment, then his lips crashed down on hers. He claimed
them with a hard kiss that didn't ask, it demanded. He swept his tongue along the seam
between her lips, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Unable to stop it, she opened up for
him. Crowding closer, Lyon's body heat beat against her, surrounding her until her
world was reduced to the two of them and the place their lips joined. She whimpered,
pressing against him as the fire in her veins went supernova.
He rumbled approval at her surrender, the sound from deep in his chest. His kiss
softened, no longer hard and demanding, but gentle. A whisper of temptation as he slid
past her lips to entangle his tongue with hers. Far from the testosterone-laden sweat
she'd expected, his scent was fresh and clean with an underlying note that was
uniquely his.
His hand drove into her hair, scattering pins to hold her in place as he ravaged her
mouth with the finesse of a master conductor leading his orchestra. He played her body
with ease. She trembled as he lifted his head and looked down into her flushed face.
The heat in his expression scorched her. Hot enough to make her blood boil and
flay the flesh from her bones. A dark, erotic heat that she wanted to bask in, wrap
around herself, and stretch out and absorb like a cat in the sun.Her back arched, and she pressed against him. Biting back a whimper, she pressed
her aching breasts against the hard planes of his chest in a movement that was
invitation and demand all rolled into one. His eyes darkened another notch.
"You like to live dangerously, don't you?" he growled as he bent his head again.
His hands cupped her ass. The rounded globes in his large hands, he pulled her up
flush against his arousal.
A thick ridge, like an iron bar, pressed into her soft belly. Heat shifted and swirled
through her body like a flock of birds that had been resting, but were now on the wing
again. Her womb clenched hard and her pussy followed suit, clenching around its own
emptiness. She needed that thick cock inside her, thrusting in and out of her aching
cunt. She needed him to fill her again and again until she screamed his name and came
in torrents around him. Needed him buried so deep inside her it was difficult to tell
where she ended and he began.
"No point in anything else, is there? Otherwise, how do you feel alive?" She rose on
her toes to kiss him again. He was addictive, like a drug. She wanted more. She wanted
more than more. She never wanted the kiss to end.
This time she didn't let him take the lead. Instead she evaded and teased, letting
him see what she was offering, but never quite letting him claim the prize. He growled
in warning as he pressed her back against the wall. Grinding his cock against her soft
belly, he ripped open the front of her ship-suit.
The zipper gave. She gasped. Cool air washed over her breasts as they all but
spilled out of the black satin bra she wore under her ship-suit. Her nipples beaded into
tight pebbles as he claimed one breast in a large, rough hand.
"Oh God. Yes."
His clever fingers slid under the satin, freeing the turgid nipple for his attention.
Heat slipped from her cunt, her panties not damp anymore, but soaked. She
whimpered, knowing she was slick and wet. All the better to take the thick length she
could feel pressed against her."That feel good, sweetling? You feel good. So good I want to fuck you all night."
He abandoned her lips, trailing quick, hot kisses down her neck as he headed for
her breasts. His lips latched on to her nipple and Samara was in heaven. His mouth was
a heated cavern of pleasure and sensuous torture. He suckled, nipped and licked until
she was almost out of her mind.
Her hands free, she drove them into what little hair he had, delighting in the feeling
of his shorn locks, like coarse velvet, against her hands. She held him to her breasts,
moaning as he freed the other from its satin cage and alternated his attention between
the two.
She didn't care that they were in an open-fronted cell with guards just down the
corridor. In fact, being so close to other people, knowing that they could walk by at any
moment, just made the moment all the hotter. All she cared about was the man in front
of her with his lips on her breasts and large hands smoothing over her generous curves.
He pushed the suit from her shoulders with rough gestures, as though he was impatient
to get his hands on the rest of her. She didn't care. She just needed him to keep touching
her.
He slid to his knees to kiss along her stomach. His hands busied themselves sliding
around her hips to push her suit farther down. He licked her navel, his tongue playing
in the small indentation. Hot and cold shivers chased over her skin.
"Shoes off for me, sweetling."
His voice was muffled against her skin, but the order was unmistakable. Not
wanting him to stop, she toed one shoe off, then the other. Thank God nurses wore
surgical clogs rather than full boots like the rest of the crew. High-leg lace-ups were so
not made for quickie sex against the wall.
"Good girl."
She couldn't answer. All her attention was diverted to the feel of fabric sliding over
her hips as he pushed her ship-suit down. It slid down her thighs and farther until she
could kick it away."Gorgeous," he breathed. His hands smoothed up the length of her legs, reveling in
her satiny skin. Samara thanked any deity who was listening that she'd been vain
enough to shave her legs in the shower that morning.
"Thong. Kinky. That right, sweetling? You like a little kink? How about being
cuffed to the bed and fucked until you scream?"
The words, whispered over her skin as he kissed along the edge of her underwear,
weakened her knees. Whimpering, she clutched at his shoulders. Her pussy clenched in
time with his words, her clit an aching ball of sheer fuck-me-now need. Parting her legs,
he lifted one over a broad shoulder. She suppressed a moan as he kissed her satin-
covered mound.
"You're wet. This getting you going, sweetheart? Do I make you hot?"
Leaning back against the wall and doing her best not to pant, she nodded. She
couldn't speak as his hands moved higher and closer to where she wanted him to touch
the most.
His fingers flirted with the edge of her thong, bypassing her hypersensitive clit by a
fraction of an inch. She bit her lip in frustration, about to complain, then his fingers slid
under the satin and right along her slickened cunt lips beneath.
"Ohhhh! Oh God…yes."
Unerringly he stroked along her labia, parting them and finding her clit in one
sweep. Using the broad, rough pad of his fingertip, he stroked and circled, alternating
the softest pressure with hard sweeps until she canted her hips against his hand, riding
his clever fingers and desperate to come.
"Oh, you like that, huh? I know what you'll like better."
She was close, so close his words didn't register at first. Not until he leaned
forward, scooping the satin of her thong out of the way and uncovering her pussy. As
his lips latched on to her clit, suckling it hard, he thrust two thick fingers deep into her
pussy.She screamed in pleasure, the sound buried under the sound of the red alert klaxon.
Her cunt clenched hard, and then fluttered around his fingers. A sure sign she was near
to orgasm. He didn't give her any letup, didn't let her savor the buildup as her previous
lovers had.
Instead he drove her higher with relentless licks and sucks on her clit as he pumped
in and out of her pussy in a hard and fast rhythm. Her hands were on his head again as
she held him against her cunt, desperate for every sensation he was offering.
"God, you taste wonderful. That's it, babe, give me everything," he whispered
against her. "I want to taste your cream on my tongue."
That did it. Throwing her head back, she abandoned herself to the maelstrom of
pleasure within. Her body shook as she shattered, coming harder than she'd ever come
before.
He growled in approval, burying his face between her thighs and lapping up her
juices with eagerness. She shuddered. Each brush and thrust of his tongue against her
pleasure-racked flesh was almost unbearable. She moaned as he fucked her with his
agile tongue, desperate for something larger and thicker between her thighs.
Despite her release, her arousal built again. Insistent and relentless, it was a tide of
pleasure she couldn't do anything to stop. When he pulled away, wiping his mouth, she
was flushed and panting in need again.
"You taste fantastic. I could tongue-fuck you for eternity."
He moved up her body in a surge of explosive movement. On the way, he ripped
open the front of his ship-suit and gathered her leg up over his hip. "I bet you'll feel
fantastic wriggling on my cock as well."
She gasped as he moved. The wide head of his cock nudged at her slit. A fresh
wave of heat rolled through her, coating his cock. She wanted this. Heaven help her, she
wanted this. She wanted to be pinned against a wall and fucked insensible by a sexy
stranger with enigmatic green eyes.Embarrassment tried to join the heat surging through her. Nice girls shouldn't
yearn to be thrust up against a wall and have their brains screwed out. It didn't last
long though. As he pulled her leg higher over his hip and began to push into her, all of
her higher brain functions went into meltdown.
He pushed and her body parted around his thick diameter. She caught her breath.
He was big. Far bigger than she'd thought, even with the warning of his cock pressed
up against her belly earlier. So wide, she tensed, feeling the slight burning in her pussy.
Feeling her hesitation, he reared back and speared her with a glittering gaze.
"Don't you dare back out on me now."
The expression on his face was thunderous, his voice little more than a growl of
warning. Rolling his hips, he leaned in and his breath whispered over her neck. "It's not
nice to tease a man. Cock teases get fucked anyway. Used hard and nasty. You want
that?"
She didn't. Everything intellectual about her recoiled from the idea, but her body
clenched tightly at his crude words. Her cunt fluttered on the thick cock she was
stretched around. Something inside told her that he wouldn't make good on the threat.
That if she said no, he'd let her walk away unharmed. How she knew that she had no
idea.
Perhaps it was the gentleness of his hands despite their great strength. Or the fact
he'd made sure of her pleasure before he'd gotten his cock out of his pants. She knew a
lot of men would have whipped their pricks out at the merest hint of a willing pussy.
Then it would be two minutes, if she was lucky, of thrusting and groaning for nothing
more than sticky thighs and finishing herself off in the shower.
The rush of liquid tipped him off. Grunting in surprise, he slipped in another half
inch. The dark realization in his eyes and slow, erotic smile almost had her coming over
his cock, right there and then.
"You like that, don't you?"Samara bit her lip and didn't answer. How could she answer that without sounding
like a complete slut? Yes, I love it. Fuck me now, big boy? Nope, she just couldn't force the
words past her lips. The blush seemed to be enough though. He grinned and rolled his
hips, making them both gasp.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard…you'll come screaming my name."
She shivered. Heat crawled over her body. Every cell was energized, burning with
anticipation. Just one heavy thrust, that's all it would take. Then she'd be filled to the
hilt and in sheer, erotic heaven.
"What are you waiting for then?"
She leaned her head back against the wall and treated him to a sensual look from
under her lashes. The sort of look she'd seen the other, skinnier nurses try on the
marines, but certainly nothing she'd ever have thought of trying herself. She was too
plump, too plain for anything like that.
Until now. Until he'd made her feel sexy.
He didn't answer her. Not with words anyway. Slowly, with an almost mechanical
precision, he pushed against her. Pushed home. Biting her lip, she held back a moan as
her body parted to accommodate him. It was a burning, slippery slide of pure
sensation. Not once did he break eye contact as he filled her inch by delicious inch with
his cock.
"Oh God," she managed as his hips met hers. Buried to the hilt, his cock throbbed
inside her. She'd never felt so full in all her life.
"Lyon, actually. You can call me God if you like." His lips found her temple and
planted soft kisses there. "Breathe. Just breathe and it'll feel good soon."
The almost painful, full feeling wore off, leaving the uncontrollable need to move in
its wake. She rocked her hips. Her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure cascaded
through her body. The small movement opened the floodgates.Crowding her against the wall, he grunted and pulled his hips back. He wasn't
gone long. Within a heartbeat, he was back, slamming his thick length into her in one
heavy thrust. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders for support. Wrapping her legs
around his lean hips, she wriggled on his cock, sliding onto it another impossible half
inch.
"More," she demanded, using the strong muscles of her thighs to lift herself up the
length of his erection. Whimpering in pleasure, she released them and slid back down
the heavily veined shaft. She'd heard cyborgs were well endowed, but this was
something else.
She liked big cocks, some of the vibrators she kept in her bottom drawer were
almost eye-watering in girth, but none of them were like this. No amount of synth-
plastic, no matter how realistic or how stimulating its pump action, could replace the
real thing. And nothing, she was quickly finding out, compared to Lyon. She could feel
everything.
"Tease," he threw back between gritted teeth. "But if it's more you want, then more
you'll get. Sure you can handle it?"
The last was a rhetorical question. As soon as the words left his lips, he started to
move. Not the exploratory movements of earlier, as he'd allowed her to get used to the
sheer size and width of him. Instead he spread his thighs for balance, pulled back, then
surged back into her in a powerful thrust that literally stole the breath from her lungs.
He pinned her between the wall and his battle-honed and -hardened frame. Fucking her
with heavy thrusts and dominant surges, he fed the entire length of his cock into her
needy cunt until his balls pressed against her ass. He pulled back out again, until the
wide purple head almost slipped from her soaked slit.
His eyes glittered under half-closed lids. His expression was caught somewhere
between male triumph and feral possessiveness. As though she belonged to him and
this claiming would bind them for life.All such fanciful thoughts scattered as he rolled his hips in an unexpected move to
touch a spot inside her slick, arousal-drenched channel that made the ship, any number
of worlds…hell, even the entire universe roll.
"Ohhhh…"
He grinned at her vocalization of pleasure. There was little amusement in the brief
slash of white teeth and a whole lot of erotic determination. He did it again, making her
eyes roll into the back of her head. Then again and again, until every thrust pressed
against that glorious spot of sensation inside her.
She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her moans and whimpers inside. She'd never
been a quiet lover; even now with a chance they would get caught. Perhaps even more
so with the added thrill of being taken in a nearly public place by a man like this,
conspiring to tip her over the edge.
Her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping the hard shaft as pleasure built
inside her. She needed more, urging him on with small rolls of her hips and the rake of
her nails down his back. He shuddered as she scored him, his eyes rolling back in his
head.
Inside her, his cock jerked in reaction to her sensual torture. Growling in the back of
his throat, he looped her leg over his arm, just one, and drove into her with renewed
ferocity. Off balance, she grabbed his shoulders, mashing her breasts against the solid
planes of his chest. Her hands and his cock impaling her were the only things that
helped her keep her balance.
His eyes closing, he slammed into her, hips pounding against hers. The rhythm
wasn't as smooth or as slick. Like a runaway train, just slightly out of control, as though
he'd lost control. He opened his eyes to look down at her, surprise in their depths.
His gaze latched on to her lips and he swooped in to claim them again. Without
preamble, he drove his tongue into her mouth in the same hard rhythm he was using to
fuck her, swallowing her moan as the tension in her frame neared breaking point again.What was it about this guy? She'd already come once, hard. Yet now she was on the
verge of another explosive orgasm, as though she hadn't come in weeks. Her whimpers
were lost in his mouth as her cunt clenched around his cock.
He thrust into her again and she was lost. The pressure broke, overflowing like
champagne over the top of a glass. Pleasure fizzled and bubbled through her veins as
she clamped down on his cock. Her body milked his, and she rode his thick shaft for all
she was worth.
He pushed into her one last time, and then stiffened. Tearing his mouth away from
hers, he groaned. Deep inside her body, his cock jerked and pulsed and he spilled
white-hot seed in her depths.