Tarik slipped a tool into her circuitry and probed around. “So far, your only fault.” He squinted into a small chamber of power boards and wires. “She’ll need reprogramming.” He grinned and set the tools aside. “I guess for that, I should thank you.” The fem-bot blinked and began a reboot cycle. “Give her a few minutes, and she’ll be happy to
entertain
again.”
“I shouldn’t have sedated you.” Shon admitted. “I was just so damn frustrated.” She sat back on her haunches. “BioOne gave me your personnel records. I don’t know all the reasons you’re fighting the Tri’Neith, but it doesn’t matter now. I know enough.” She bowed her head.
When she lifted her gaze to Tarik’s, he felt the impact to his core.
“I trust you.” She released a shaky exhale. “I just wish you could trust me.”
“I’m not going to fight you. We’re in this together. I don’t know why you’d want to get involved, but you’re here. You could have sabotaged BioOne. Instead, your actions were to protect her. So no, I don’t think you’re working for the government. But there is much you don’t know.” He leaned in and softly kissed her. A kiss of promise more than passion. “I trust you. I just don’t trust anyone else.”
A wispy breath fanned across his lips. Sensing her acceptance, he sealed their mouths, parted her lips with his, and tasted his way into her warm, wet, mouth. Shon whimpered, leaned in, and kissed him back with equal determination.
Unable to resist touching her, he gripped her by the shoulders, tugging her closer. Rising to her knees, she straddled his hips and sat on his lap. This time she kissed him, plunging slowly into his mouth, twining her tongue with his.
Tarik understood Shon. She was so much like him. As angry as he wanted to be at her, he couldn’t. He’d brought the situation on himself. Like now, he didn’t want to think about consequences. As much as his need was to take BioOne, he wanted to take Shon.
“Who’s flying the ship?” she asked, grinding her pussy into the hard bulge of his cock. The gyration heightened his need for more.
“BioOne. She was brilliant. We’re on a direct course to the Rincon now. I don’t doubt the Tri’Neith are pursuing us, but we have an edge, the ability to avoid detection.”
“Can they overtake us?”
“Anything is possible. I’m hoping we’re into the Rincon before they know we’re headed that way. I’m not afraid of battle,” Tarik informed her, “but BioOne isn’t yet matured. She still has weaknesses.”
Shon smiled against his mouth. “We all do.”
Her constant motion on his lap had his dick throbbing. “I think you’re mine now.” He tugged the tie at the front of the tunic, revealing her round, full breasts. He stroked a thumb over the turgid peak, then fondled the soft, smooth globe.
With a shimmy of her shoulders, the tunic dropped to her waist exposing more of her smooth form. She leaned back, bracing her upper body on outstretched arms. Tarik latched onto her nipple, sucking hard. He pillowed the sweet tip against his tongue.
Shon bucked, arching harder into his cock. Wrapping his arms around her, he splayed his fingers wide on her back. Using his tongue, he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth, biting and sucking. Shon’s breathing quickened. With slow deliberate gyrations, her hips rocked into him.
“Naked,” he whispered.
Shon stood, and Tarik glimpsed the crotchless leggings. With a chuckle he asked, “Where did you find those?”
She shrugged and released a giggle of her own. “They belong to the booty-bot.”
Tarik feathered a touch across her toned abdomen, caressing the sexy flair of her hips and the gentle contours of her thighs. He focused on the slit in the gossamer material, giving him a peek at the thin strip of silky down covering her pink pussy. He breathed deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Grasping her hips, with her legs slightly parted, he lifted his mouth to her sex.
For a brief moment, he let her essence fill his senses. Then he tasted her. Hot, a bit tangy and unlike anything he’d savored before. Shon tasted of both innocence and sin. Like fire and the cool waters of salvation, this woman could either be his rescue or his undoing. Gripping her ass, he sliced the blade of his tongue between the petals of her pussy. Like melting honey, her juices coated his tongue. His heart pounded in tempo with the throb in his cock, with the urgency of wanting her.
Tucking his thumbs into the fabric, he exposed more of her. Using his lips, he sucked the velvety soft folds, drilling the tip of his tongue against her clit.
Shon cried out, fisting her hands in his hair. With each flick of his tongue, she ground her hips against his mouth. Little grunts followed whispered mewls. He worried her clit between his lips then sucked harder. Then he swirled his tongue through her folds and took darting stabs into her sweet opening.
“Oh, Tarik! I’m going to come.” Shon’s legs trembled as she tried to spread her thighs wider. Tarik ripped open his pants. His cock thrust forward. He groaned as streaks of heat surged from root to tip. Cum churned in his balls, and pressure built in his groin. He crammed two fingers hard and deep into Shon’s cunt.
She groaned, her nails clawing at him. His hair knotted in her fingers as she bucked against his mouth. Hot cream slicked his fingers and tongue. Twisting and turning, he pushed against the quivering contractions of her orgasm.
“32D?” Shon’s thready voice shattered the heavy silence of only their labored breaths.
The mechanical sex machine stepped closer, swiveling her hips. “Yes?” Her voice still dripped sexuality but had lost some of the sluttiness of before.
Shon pushed the fem-bot’s head down. The fem-bot stared at Tarik’s dick. “She won’t know what to do unless you tell her. Her programming is erased.”
“Open your mouth,” Shon stammered. “And lick the cream from the head his cock.”
The fem-bot went to hands and knees. With her ass in the air, she opened her pouty lips and lashed her tongue over and around the corona of his dick, tasting away the trickle of pre-cum glistening at the slit. The pressure of the mechanical tongue was firmer than he expected, but felt just like he imagined Shon’s mouth to feel against his flesh. He groaned, thrusting his hips higher.
“Take all of him into your mouth,” Shon instructed the bot. 32D complied.
“Fuck.” Tarik growled and jerked his head back as the fem-bot swallowed him to the root, taking every inch of his dick. A low vibration hummed from the bot as she kept him deep. Internal pressure pads within her mouth and throat worked along the shaft, milking him from multiple points and at different intensity. Slippery moisture coated his cock as mechanisms in the bot lubricated his dick and sucked it away with pulsing gulps.
Synthetic hormones for the bot and Shon’s perfumed desire heightened his arousal.
Shon gasped. “Oh, my.” She dropped to her knees next to Tarik, leaning in close to watch the bot give Tarik fellatio. “Now I can see why every man would want one of these. I think I want one.”
A laugh formed in his chest but failed to pass his lips. Every muscle in his body tensed and burned. He was nearly unable to withstand the intensity of the bot’s orator function. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding, and lips pulled back in a snarl, trying to stave off an orgasm.
“Enough,” he demanded. “Not without you.”
With his dick trapped in 32D’s mouth, he could barely think, let alone pleasure Shon. This wasn’t about coming. In the moments of escape from the Tri’Neith and because of the emotions surging through him when with Shon, he’d decided. He was going to trust her, trust himself. Because for the first time in too long, he cared about something besides the missions. He wanted Shon to be real.
Shon stared, mesmerized by the bot. “I keep thinking she needs to take a breath. But she doesn’t. She just keeps going…forever.”
“I won’t last forever.” As good as the bot was at giving head, she wasn’t real. She wasn’t Shon. He’d rather have Shon riding his lap, his cock buried in her slick heat.
“My turn,” she told the bot, pulling her off Tarik just in time.
Tarik gasped and took several deep breaths to slow his spiking pulse. But then Shon was there, with her soft, warm lips closing over the glans. Delicate swipes of her tongue caressed the frenulum, curled around the ridge and then glided down the stalk. Her silken hair tumbled over him, tickling his stomach.
“Shon, baby, please.” He tunneled his fingers through her hair, helping to set the tempo. Hot breaths fanned against his wet flesh.
She hummed, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers, banded around the base, stroked the length. His balls tightened and his cock stretched. Unable to take a minute more of the sweet torture, he gripped her around the waist and lifted.
Before she could lower herself to his lap, Tarik ripped the leggings. Crazed and desperate, he split the material. Keeping her fingers locked around his cock, Shon shifted over and straddled his hips. Holding his shaft, she rubbed the head between her wet folds. Then she positioned him at her entrance and, in one smooth motion, slowly took him all the way into her slick, hot pussy.
Her eyes slid closed as she fully seated him deep in her passage. Inner walls gloved to his shaft, gripping him in perfect exquisite pleasure. Tarik splayed his hands along her sides, detailing each rib as he trekked his hands onto her hips, helping her to lift and lower on his dick. He finished shredding the leggings and then palmed the flesh of her ass.
Shon held to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. She rocked on his lap, grinding against him. Their breaths quickened. Faster. Harder. Building toward an erotic crescendo.
She whimpered, muscles quivering beneath his hands. Her thighs tightened to his. Her channel grew hotter, wetter.
“That’s it. Let go, baby. Take me with you.”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, then her body convulsed. Hard contractions pulsed along his cock. The pressure pushed him over the edge. Euphoric bliss numbed his head, and his balls clenched. Fiery heat shot through him as he erupted. He clamped onto Shon, forcing her hard onto his lap, keeping his dick buried to the hilt in her sweet core until he was empty.
Then he gasped. Tension melted from his body. Shon draped her arms around his neck and sweetly kissed his neck, licking the trickle of sweat from his skin.
“Can I be of service?”
Shon laughed and snuggled into Tarik’s neck. “I’d tell the booty-bot to turn off her orator function, but I’m too in awe of her skills to ever deactivate her again.”
Tarik put space between their faces and looked into her eyes. “I prefer the real thing.” He wanted her to understand that, for him, if all he wanted was to come, he’d use the bot. Being with Shon left him vulnerable but not afraid. “I’ve never needed a fem-bot.” But he was beginning to understand he did need Shon.
“No, I don’t suspect you would.” She lifted off his lap. With a mischievous arched brow, she said, “We can still use her as a toy, though.” Stepping over her shredded clothing, Shon excused herself to the restroom. “Can you see if there is anything I can wear? These leggings were all I could find earlier.”
Tarik stood. “I prefer you naked.”
“I can’t hide a weapon if I’m naked,” she said. “You need my help.”
He supposed she had a point. Hopefully, within a few hours, they’d be deep into the Rincon and avoid any Tri’Neith entanglements. But if they didn’t, she needed to be armed. Tarik righted his pants, took the shirt discarded hours before and slipped it back on.
In the wardrobe, he found flowing, silk balloon pants. The translucent fabric shimmered. Every delicious curve on her body would show. So would any weapon. Fuck, in this
she
would be the weapon.
“Shon,” he hollered through the door. “I’ll be on the bridge. I found you something to wear. It’s on the bed. Join me when you’re ready.”
Chapter Five
With each step, her heart raced. The sheer material of the loose blouse revealed her puckered nipples and created shadow with her cleavage. The pantaloons, made of the same gauzy material, showed everything from the crack of her ass to the slit in her pussy. Why was she wearing this? She was a reporter, a serious journalist, and she looked like she belonged in a harem.
Because if all she had left were a few hours with Tarik, she wanted to spend them thinking about anything but what lay ahead in the Rincon. She could only hope Darcolm could help. A flutter rippled in her stomach. Going against Tarik was dangerous. But he’d see that sometimes trust had to be placed in others. Trust, but with caution.
Flying into the Rincon with a fleet of Tri’Neith vessels pursuing was akin to suicide. Rational or not, now that she’d met Tarik, believed in his mission—believed in him—she had to do all she could. Darcolm had trusted in her, had helped her get aboard BioOne, because he believed in her. She knew he was doing everything he could to ensure their successful escape.
If there was one person, besides Tarik, who would always have her back, it was Darcolm.
Before they reached the Rincon, she had to tell Tarik what she’d done, that she’d made contact. Initially, he’d be upset. But until he’d come back to the captain’s quarters, she’d decided she was as much on her own as Tarik insisted on being on his.
This would be a minor setback in their progress, but one easily overcome once Tarik realized Darcolm wasn’t a threat. She glanced down at her body. This outfit just might temper Tarik’s anger. Once again, she’d use sex to achieve her objective. Right now, that was keeping Tarik and BioOne safe.
She stepped onto the bridge. As if sensing her presence, he turned.
“Hi,” she said, suddenly nervous. He both excited and terrified her. Strong, determined, and sexy. He was a man with a mission. Although they’d shared passion, he hadn’t shared his secrets. He said he trusted her but hadn’t trusted in her judgment.
Tarik’s gaze roamed over her figure.
“Captain Javis must have enjoyed dressing up his fem-bot.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She clasped them behind her back, but that thrust her breasts forward. She moved them in front, but that felt as if she were hiding. She wasn’t. Finally, she let her arms drop to her sides.