Oz
Those must have been the magic words. Viper tossed me over his shoulder, striding to the bedroom and depositing me on the center of the bed.
I loved that he wasn’t treating me like I was glass. If he had, my brain would have fixated on the fact that I was on borrowed time. Right now, though, I felt fucking fantastic.
The nap had done wonders. That and a very sexy cyborg was staring at me with hunger in his eyes.
I could only watch as his hand found the hem of his t-shirt, ripping it over his head and flinging it to the side. His pants went next. Shoving them down his hips, he revealed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Holy shit. My dirty Technology Model liked to go commando. I licked my lips, enjoying the view, wetness dampening the space between my thighs.
“Like what you see?” His cock twitched, a bead of precum glistening under the lights, and my mouth watered.
Rising to my knees, I pulled off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. The cool air caused my nipples to pebble, and it was Viper’s turn to lick his lips.
Shimmying my hips, I worked the rest of my clothes off, adding them to the pile next to the bed. I cupped my breasts, giving them a squeeze. “Do you?” I trailed a hand down my stomach and spread my thighs to give him a better view.
My fingers teased my clit, rubbing in light circles, imagining it was his hand working the tight bud at the apex of my thighs.
A bright purple flash lit up the room, followed by a low rumble. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “The things you do to me,” he growled. His fingers reached down to wrap around his hard cock, giving it a stroke.
I might have whimpered. Sue me. You would be a needy, fucking mess too if Viper was stroking his large cock to the sight of you, making you feel like you are the one thing he desires more than his next breath.
I patted the edge of the bed. “Come here.” He stepped closer until his legs hit the mattress. I found myself up close and personal with the monster he has hanging between his legs.
Cyborgs were big. Viper was close to 6’6” in height and everything on him was proportional.That thing might break me in half.But it would be worth it.
I trusted him with every inch of me. My body called to his, promising me things I never had in my past. A lover who respected me and my boundaries, who wanted to bring me pleasure instead of simply taking his.
I love him. My brain hit me with the truth like a sledgehammer. I’m momentarily stunned, but then I smile. I don’t fear it. I rejoice in it. I let the feeling sink into my bones, driving my need for him even higher.
My hand trembles with want as I grasp his cock, stroking along the length. He feels like steel encased in velvet, warm and smooth. Precum had gathered on his slit, practically begging me to have a taste. The tip was flushed a dark purple, the unique coloring a reminder that he wasn’t human. He was more. Better. The man I loved.
My eyes lifted and I found his face. “Can I taste you?”
His cock twitched in my grasp, letting me know it was on board with my plan, but I needed his confirmation.
“Yes.” His voice came out rough, his hands fisting by his sides. His frame vibrated with tension. I hoped it was the sexual kind. “The same rules apply as last time. If you don’t like something, tell me to stop.”
I wanted to tell him that we would have time to play, touch, and taste to discover all the things we liked, but it would have been a lie. So instead, I focused all my attention where it belonged-on my cyborg.
Opening my mouth wide, I worked my lips over his length, my mouth stretching around his cock. I wasted no time, running my tongue along my colorful prize, licking and sucking to my heart’s content.
His hips shot forward, and he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, my throat muscles flexing around his cock. I thought I heard his eyes rolling back into his head. Or maybe that was what I hoped was happening. I refused to stop devouring my prize to look.
I pulled back to suck in some much needed air before diving back down his length to continue my assault. My lips moved, working the cock in my mouth even faster, taking him as deep as possible. Moans fell from his lips, broken bits of sound that at one point sounded like my name.
I had either been cursed or blessed with no gag reflex. Right now, I felt fucking blessed. The sounds V was making were incredible. And the knowledge that it was me that was giving him that pleasure? It sent a rush of power surging through my veins.
Precum hit my tongue and I lapped it up. Sweet and spicy, it coated my tongue and I wanted more. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, and that is when I heard a faint, “Stop.”
As quick as lightening, I popped his cock free from my mouth, worry that I had taken things too far drenching my lust like a bucket of cold water. “You don’t like it?” I asked, hating that something I was loving so much could be something he disliked.
Blowjobs, in my experience, weren’t fun. Having an unwanted cock shoved between your lips and being ordered to suck felt like a violation.
Blowing Viper? That had been glorious…up until I heard that four letter word that froze me in my tracks.
If nothing else, I showed him that I would always respect his body, and his choice. He would do the same for me. It’s what made this so different from anything that had come before. With Viper, I felt safe.