Nara
I released the breath I hadn’t known I had been holding. I was sure Brone wouldn’t turn me down. He was a living, breathing male after all.
But this was so much more than that.
I had seen the slight hesitation when I’d asked to see him. I knew he worried about his size, and that worry extended to every part of him.
Was he afraid I would see the size of what he was packing and run?I suspected that was part of it. And don’t get me wrong. If I wasn’t sure about this…about him, I might have. The scientist in me knew that with preparation and going slow, we could make it fit. It would be a tight fit…a very tight fit.
But that would have to wait. At this moment, all I wanted to do was watch my cyborg…and yes,Brone was mine…come apart under my touch. Brone would never push. If I told him that I wanted to go back to bed to snuggle, he would do it.
There was no pressure. No pushing. Just Brone. The gorgeous, loveable, kind, and caring Tank Class had done everything to make me feel safe…and wanted.
I wanted, no, I needed him to know I wanted him, too. Needed to make sure he understood that his body was a work of art and no part of him was too big…or too much.
Go big or go home.And I planned to go big.
I put a few inches of space between us, and the sight of my hand wrapped around his cock had my heart racing. There was a gap of dark, gray skin that I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around, his width greater than what I could hold.
His cock twitched in my palm and a corresponding throb pulsed between my thighs.Soon. You and I have a date very soon.
This moment was all about Brone.
I slowly glided my hand over his length, his cock smooth and warm under my fingers. Tightening my grip, I heard a groan from above me.Not groaning because of bacon anymore, are you?I fought a smile teasing the corners of my lips.
Working my hand up and down, I kept a steady rhythm, enjoying the sounds of pleasure falling from Brone’s mouth.
My Tank Class was rather vocal. Every twist of my wrist, every slide of my hand, every time I gripped him a bit tighter, his moan would grow louder. Was it wrong to think that it sounded like music? Deep and rich, it went straight to my core, a melody I longed to chase.
Dropping to my knees, I ignored the hard tile under me as I swiped my tongue over the tip, tasting him and licking at the precum that had gathered. I expected bitter and salty, but the unique flavor that was Brone burst on my tongue. I didn’t think, just stretched my mouth wide as I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, desperate for more.
He let out a sharp hiss. “Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that…you…,” he fumbled, his massive thighs trembling as quick breaths escaped from his parted lips. They mixed in with his moans, creating a new sound, one I wanted to play on constant repeat.
I couldn’t take much of him into my mouth, but I kept my lips on what I could take comfortably while working my mouth over him in time with my strokes.
“Close,” he rasped.
If he thought that would make me pull back, he was wrong. I redoubled my efforts, my eyes lifting to his. I had to see his face. Wanted to see the expression as he fell apart.
One more twist of my wrist and he came with a feral roar, painting my tongue with his release. I caught what I could, swallowing it down, but some dripped down my chin. The feel of it brought me a brilliant reminder of bringing my cyborg pleasure.
The sound of his roar and the taste of him lingering in my mouth had my legs shifting, and a quick brush of fabric over my clit had me coming with a whimper. My senses had been on overload, pushing me off the edge I had been riding since I heard Brone groan over bacon.
A tender brush of fingers ran over my chin, wiping away what remained and cleaning me up before strong hands lifted me from the floor and cradled me to a large, warm chest. Brone’s eyes were glowing a bright and brilliant hue that lit up the whole space.
“Nara, I’m not sure I have the words.” His voice came out ragged, his heartbeat a frantic rhythm beneath the ear pressed against his chest. The sound told me he was struggling to control his systems.
I had done that. Me.The girl everyone else had overlooked. The one who was called names and was mercilessly teased for her unruly red curls and over abundant freckles.
I nuzzled my face into his skin and breathed deep, allowing myself a moment to think about what had just happened. What it truly meant. I was falling. And fast. For once, I didn’t want to overthink it or analyze it.
I didn’t want to be a scientist. I wanted to simply be a girl falling in love with a cyborg. The future was uncertain. Any day they could come for me. I snuggled closer to Brone.Today was not the day.
Brone cupped my chin. “Thank you, Nara. That was beyond anything I could have imagined. I will treasure that experience forever. You gave me a precious gift.”
I blushed. “It wasn’t-”
He cut me off. “Do not diminish what you gave me. Ever since I came out of the vat, I was treated as nothing more than a disposable thing. Something to be used and discarded.” He drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly, tickling the strands of my hair. “Reaper finding me and being with the rebellion helped. It gave me a sense of purpose. It became a family that understood me. Then the cyborgs around started to find love, and I realized that I wanted what they found. Someone who cared for me the way I cared for them. To see me, all of me, and not shy away.”