Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the ridges of his shaft rubbed her g-spot.Yes.
“Zeph,” she moaned, running her hands all over his perfect muscled frame. “Come back to me.” Another gasp and she wrapped her body around him as much as she could, using him once again as another climax built within her.Using him, helping him...The words jumbled in her head in a haze of bliss. “Only you. Only you.”
12
Zeph waited for the engineers to finish up for the day. The smell of human sweat crowded his senses and pairing that with the cruddy smell of the overpopulated, highly industrialized New America city, it was as close as he’d get to a headache.
The floodlights turned on, bathing the tarmac in light as the sun began to lower itself into the horizon smog. One by one, the engineers left the site, leaving him waiting alone.
Tomorrow would be his first mission with the EPED.
He heard Hector’s footsteps and felt his signal increase long before his friend appeared at the opening of the hull.
“Besides a few last-minute supplies, this ship’s just about ready to hit the skies,” Hector said, stepping off the belt to join him. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, grease staining his hands and forearms.
Zeph nodded. “This isn’t how I saw my retirement.”
“What did you see? Lying on a beach somewhere sunbathing your leathery hide?” Hector laughed. “We weren’t built for that shit.”
“We weren’t built for this either.”
“Fuck no, but it’s something to do while we wait for the next war. Getting paid to haul in monsters and explore the universe—while being paid—is a pretty damned good deal, I think.”
Zeph didn’t agree but he didn’t need to say it aloud. Hector already knew his opinion. They’d been nearly inseparable since their bodies were lifted out of the breeding vat together. His mere hours before Hector’s. They went to war together and chose to remain together after it ended—the only Cyborgs who refused to hunt alone.
There was something addicting about being around someone who inherently understood everything about you, and who did so because they suffered the same ailments.
“This is your thing,” Zeph muttered. “I’m just here to hunt.”
“You’re contracted with the EPED. Say what you will.” Hector laughed again and slapped him on the back. “But we’ll play pretend if it makes you feel better.”
* * *
“Zeph…”
Wet, writhing, strangling heat strangled his cock and bound him to the spot. Zeph lowered himself further into it with a groan. It gasped and moved with him, sliding tightly over his engorged shaft.
As the glaze of the memory began to wear off, a small amount of focus returned to his vision.
His nostrils flared as he inhaled the ripe scent of arousal. It threatened to suffocate him—to drown him in his own fucking bridge. He closed his eyes against the heady floral smell and let the pain rip through him, over him, and eventually leave him as his cells tore each other apart. He felt the unfamiliar changes in his body trying to take hold and he fought them the whole way.
He’d been fighting it for twelve fucking years.
“Are you okay?” Janet asked. Her voice sounded far away, but when he reopened his eyes, she was on the floor beneath him.
He narrowed his eyes and replayed the last several minutes in his head. Her hands came up to cup his face.
“We’re on the fucking floor,” Zeph snapped through pointed teeth. Janet squeezed her legs around where they hooked over his waist. His vision wavered.
“You pinned me here,” she breathed, her eyelids fluttering.
They were on the floor and he was deep inside her.
She’s using me.She moved in short, quick jerks upon him, making his muscles strain with the effort to remain still.
“You pushed into me.” Her nails bit into the back of his scalp. “Then you went away.” Her words ended on a gasp.
Zeph stared down at her, panting and twerking in the small space under his body, pushing and pulling back and forth on his shaft in an erotic dance. He was mesmerized, and his cock bulged even further, lifting his balls up for release. The pain vanished into a faraway memory, as well as the thoughts that seized his mind. How could he lose himself so easily? He gathered Janet’s hair into his fist and tilted her head back.
