Devilish eyes pinned her to the spot, and his knowing smirk stopped her heart. Her belly quivered.
“This one stays between us,” he said, grinning down at her disheveled state.
Lucy frowned. “What... What?”
He pulled her legs away from his hips and, spread her out completely on the stone. His wet hands slid down her limbs to cup her feet as he lowered his face between her thighs. Suddenly his probing sex-sequenced tongue stabbed at her opening, slipping in and out with incredible speed.
She seized and orgasmed on the spot, crying out from the shock. Her moans became more unsteady and frantic as she tried to pull away. The sensation became too much to handle but he kept her where he wanted her, thrashing and bucking under his command.
“Moss!” she screamed, seeing stars even though her eyes were closed. “Too much.”
His deep laughter was her only answer when something big and wet and round covered her sex from slit to clit. She lifted up to see what it was but a hand to her chest pressed her back down.
“No looking or you’ll ruin the fun,” Moss said.
She could only see his eyes down the length of her body. “Your mouth?”
“Don’t think about it.” His mouth enveloped her again. Hot, wet, fulfilling, and with so much suction. There wasn’t a tongue anymore, but there didn’t need to be. Instead, she felt layers of heat and nubs of pressure, all working together to touch every inch of her sex at the same time. He pressed and pulled the lower half of his face all over her, kneading, massaging, and conquering each nerve ending. Saliva gushed from his mouth, and he locked her into place.
Along the outer rims of his shifted mouth, at the curves of her labia and upper thighs, she felt the steely pressure of metal moving.
The overwhelming pressure left her as quickly as it had consumed her, but then it returned, hard, long, and overpowering. It nudged at her entrance and pressed into her. Moss moved over her body, his shadowy form blocking out the starlight as he began to pump his hips.
A wild cry tore from her throat, raw and starving as the horrible emptiness between her legs was ravaged away. He filled her up slowly, spreading her wide, and claiming every convulsion of her climax. She shook around it, needing more and yet fearing what it would do to her, and what would happen when it filled her up.
Moss.Lucy cried out silently, panting, and rocking her hips to spur him on.
He released her legs and fully leaned over her, panting in her ear. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. When his hips pulled back, she moaned and moved with him, and when they shot forward, her backside hit the ground. She gripped him tighter as beads of water fell from his body to splash onto her own.
As the sensation of one climax faded, another began to build anew. Something down below played with her clit, but she no longer cared to see what interesting piece of him had changed. The man breathing hard and raspy against her ear was all she cared about. She turned her face to the side and kissed his jaw.
“Lucy,” he rasped, capturing her mouth and quickening his thrusts. She squeezed her thighs around him and matched his tempo, urging him to let his instincts take over.
“It’s okay,” she gasped. He pressed her into the ground, gnawing and running his teeth over her bottom lip. His thrusting grew more frantic. “Do it,” she encouraged with another cry as wet pressure and a different set of strange alien-like nubs rubbed her clit. “Yes!” Lucy fell back, shattering into pieces. Moss, covering her from head to toe, joined her in release.
To call him grade A awesome wasn’t enough. She’d keep this secret to her grave.
13
Moss carried Lucy back up to her room where he placed her gently on the bed next to her cold cup of tea.Sleepy time. There’d be no sleeping tonight if I have my way.He was nowhere near done with her and knew he probably never would be. A Cyborg’s obsession was a dangerous thing to behold. But unlike him, Lucy couldn’t withstand the elements, nor did she have the stamina or endurance of his kind.
He’d have to remedy that, but not tonight.
The pool water felt good dripping down his skin. Lucy’s essence tasted even better. When he palmed his mouth this time, it was to spread it further around his skin. His hunger for her harrowed him.
He silently backed away and into where he knew her bathroom would be, all while facing her, unable to take his eyes off the sight of the mussed-up woman he was about to claim again. He grabbed a towel off the rack and returned to where she lay, eyeing him back.
In worshipful silence, he ran it over her pale skin to dry her off, leaving only the places he wanted wet to remain wet.
Lucy looked up and reached for him, taking his thick shaft in her hand and pulling it into her mouth. He grasped her hair and pressed her pretty head against him, wanting to feel himself slide down her sweet throat. Spurts of seed shot out from him.
“Little Lucy, playing with Cyborgs who have animalistic streaks isn’t smart,” he groaned, rocking his hips slightly back and forth. The smell of her filled his nostrils all over again, enticing his need to mate like the tardigrade jackass he was.
He wasn’t lying when he told her about drowning her sex with his seed.
She pulled away from him with a gasp. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Moss narrowed his eyes and studied her. “I’m not going to.”
