A low, panting vibration filled her ears, coming from his parted lips.
He pulled the gun from her mouth with a low pop. It was wet with her saliva as he ran it down her chin and the length of her strumming pulse, while he continued to toy with her only article of clothing and the last barrier between them. She licked the bitter taste of metal from her lips.
“Elodie,” Gunner rasped, leaning over her. “Take off my jacket.”
Something in the way he asked her made her clench her thighs together, fueling the need to be penetrated by him. To have his power inside her.
“I’m mostly bare underneath. My clothes are drying.” Elodie took the zipper from his fingers, and they played a tender game as hers moved under his to take over.
A groan hit the air. “I know.”
Slowly, escaping his gaze she lowered the zipper, the barrel of his firearm followed closely behind, raking over her collarbone, to stop above her shuddering heart—where it stayed for a few short beats—then down to the center of her chest and between her breasts.
The jacket covered her until the last second, her shoulders hunched to keep it in place. Elodie tugged the zipper ever-so-slowly, gorging herself on the hunger in the Cyborg’s blazing red eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to go faster, even as the blooming need for his touch ripped through her entire body.
The muzzle of the gun was now placed at the crux of her pelvis, and with her core cramping under the impending pressure of his gaze, she clenched in anticipation. The red glow of his eyes cast her pale skin in crimson, smoldering in the gloom-filled room. Pointed, direct, and vibrant.
Elodie toyed with the last link of the zipper, slowing down to a crawl before she finally unzipped the end. A shallow breath escaped her throat. She pushed her arms back, allowing Gunner a chance to see her as the jacket parted.
Gunner’s hands came up in unison, one still clutching the gun, to push the jacket off her shoulders, letting it pool to the floor. She was naked except for a strip of underwear that he quickly tore off, shredding the tiny strip with his fingers. Naked in front of an armed Cyborg who had just finished gunning down half the crew. The danger of her situation was intoxicating.
A very real, very feminine thrill surged through her. All she could think at that moment was that she hoped Gunner liked what he saw. She ached with need. Craved his touch. Her heart was pounding and each beat stoked the flames of the inferno between her legs higher. She could feel the hot blood coursing through her veins.
To her very core, Elodie wanted him. She wanted him to not only see that she wasn’t lacking, but to find her desirable too. She wanted him to pull her up against him. She wanted to feel his cock trapped between them, the Cyborg’s unnatural heat amplifying the fire within her.
But the longer Gunner stared at her, a feeling of uncertainty grew. She stiffened her back and dug her nails into her palms.Touch me. Please just touch me. Put your hands back on me.The time lengthened into an uneasy stalemate clouded under unreadable expressions and heat.
The mystery was gone.
Everything she wanted was a touch away, a brief word, another kiss, there was nothing stopping them. But it stopped. Her nerves frayed under his heavy gaze.
She lowered her eyes.
“On your knees, Ely.”
“Gunner?”
“Now.” Suddenly, the muzzle was pressed up against her forehead again.
The darkness in his voice was back. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as she slowly slid down the wall and toward the chilly floor, taking in his poised body with every inch she fell. Her knees met the ground just as her face leveled with his cock. It jerked and bobbed. The movements of his shaft were similar to the way his biceps and calves seized with tension.
Elodie scrunched into the space between Gunner and the wall and leaned her head back so as not to accidentally touch it—touch him. She wasn’t in control nor did she want to be in that moment.
The mushroom head of his cock was pierced on the underside, one small metal bauble in the shape of a bullet that went straight through the curvature of his tip. She wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before in the brig when Gunner had all but flashed his dick to the world.
Maybe I didn’t want to notice.
She noticed now. He was large and frightening. She was completely out of her element and drowning in the shadow of his imposing body. Elodie wiped her hands over her thighs as she got the eyeful of her life. The distant yet intermittent sirens still reached her ears, but they were nothing compared to the pounding blood filling her head.
They rang for something different now, she knew. A whole ship fallen into chaos because of the Cyborg who shadowed her.
She tempered her uncertainty and gradually reached up to grab hold of him.
Her fingers hooked around his girth and squeezed the veiny, unrelenting flesh. The pressure of his gun resting on her head was no longer the only connection between them.
Gunner jerked and pressed closer with a groaning thrust. It startled her. His lighted eyes dimmed before brightening anew. Elodie braced as another wave of what plagued his systems threaded through him.
She held on as he shook and short-circuited, her hand—too small to wrap around him fully—massaging and discovering his heavy shaft. When she touched the piercing at the tip, it burned.
