Dean
Sera slept, and I held her close, running my fingertips over her scars gently enough not to wake her. My collar ran its tests, and I fooled each and every one with well-practiced tricks. Outside, a heavy-lift helicopter made a steady whooshing sound as it hovered in place, dumping its cargo. I pulsed with pleasure, encased in Sera’s heat.
The cock did an excellent job relaying sensations straight to my core, though I saw a few areas for improvement and itched to get down to work so the next time was even better. I wondered if Sera would get the point I tried to make.
She said our lives didn’t fit, and that was why we couldn’t be together. But I was nothing but malleable, my circuits easy to reprogram, body customizable. She, too, had a lot of give. That sweet organic pussy was shockingly stretchy, and so was the rest of Sera.
If only she could see that.
When the collar ran its checks, I took it off and just held her, feeling her weight, counting her breaths and heartbeats. My pleasure sensors thrummed impatiently, and I vibrated on the lowest setting, trying to wake her. She murmured through her sleep, embracing me tighter.
“Are you asleep?” I asked as quietly as I could.
“Mmm.”
“Can I fuck you just a little?”
“Mmkay.”
I set my thrusting program at twenty percent, letting my cock stay buried deep and moving just enough for my sensors to get what they needed. She sighed, her hips rolling lazily, and pressed her lips to my chest, giving me a languid, smiling kiss. My core soared, and I felt like I was about to break.
Love, I thought before my algos tried to interpret it for me.I think I love you.
That thought was like a current of energy consuming my core. I came fast, and it was achingly deep, like my core became a throbbing wound of pleasure. Sera moaned sleepily, her arm tightening around me. Her eyes were closed, but she moved with sinuous grace, her hips taking me deeper with each perfect roll.
I let her take over. Everything inside me felt fuzzy, happy, and tinted with what my algorithms identified as grief, because I wanted it to last forever and it wouldn’t.
When Sera’s movements became jerky, her moans more urgent, I pressed my vibrating fingers to her clit. She didn’t say a word, and neither did I. My core spasmed with all those emotions, bitter, sweet, and hot, and I gripped her hips and thrust, my hips coming up to meet her until our bodies were completely flush for half a second—and then came apart in a tantalizing rhythm.
Her knuckles were white as she gripped me to her, tighter, closer, hotter. My fingers dented the soft flesh of her hip, and I let myself squeeze her hard enough to leave marks as I found her clit with my other hand. She was seared across my core. I would be seared on her skin.
“Dean,” came her broken, pleasure-drenched voice. “I’m almost there…”
I was, too, but I didn’t want it to end. Instead of pushing her toward another orgasm, I slowed the vibration in my fingers to the merest tickle. Sera sobbed, riding me faster to make up for it, and I slowed my movements until we grinded together, everything wet between us, her flesh throbbing with need.
“Dean!” she whined, shaking in my lap.
“Just a bit longer,” I rasped. “Please.”
She nodded shakily, working her hips in languid, long motions. I focused all my resources on the feel of her, tight, hot, so very close. This was as deep as I could go without ripping her open and taking her heart in my hand, just like when she touched my core.
But Sera’s heart was inaccessible, not just because taking it out would kill her. It was guarded from belonging to the likes of me. I’d never get in.
It made me angry and frantic, and I gripped both her hips, letting go of her clit. She cried out when I thrust, faster and faster, our bodies slapping together each time I drove deep. Her face twisted in something between ecstasy and pain, and I sped up, deeper, deeper,deeper,up to her very heart that would never love me back.
She squeezed me tight with a powerful orgasm, and I exploded in bliss, aching and straining. When I came to, she collapsed,holding on to me with weak arms. I murmured sweet nothings, comforting her even as I watched the bruises form on her hips with belligerent satisfaction.
She was mine—for a few more minutes.
When my time ran out, I reached for the collar, bidding all my dark, possessive emotions to dissolve. I hated the collar at that moment. Putting it on felt like cutting off an essential, vibrant part of me.
I couldn’t wait to be rid of it. And yet, losing it would mark the end of our adventure, and the future was terrifyingly uncertain.
Sera woke up half an hour later. She blinked up at me, cleared her throat, then smiled when I wordlessly handed her a bottle of water from the stash in my backpack. I got ready to let her go and suppressed the yearning that already nestled deep in my core even though she was right here.
But Sera didn’t budge, laying her cheek back on my chest with a deep sigh. “Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she asked, wiggling in my lap.
I ran through my options. “I readBro Signal, but I think I’m going to stop. It gets repetitive after a while. Plus, some of it is just wrong.”
