MissionMenage

by Cynthia Sax

  “Be still,” he growled, stroking her wetness with his index finger. “Or I’ll ram my cock right into this sweet pussy.” He pushed his finger deep inside her hot, tight channel. “And fuck you until you scream my name.”

  “God, S…s…Vegas, I need that so badly.” Her pussy clamped down hard on his finger.

  Fuck! He clenched his jaw to keep from coming.

  “Vegas?”

  He took a deep breath. “Tonight isn’t about what you need, Raylee.” He crooked his finger inside her, caressing her pussy walls and drawing more sweet cream from her body. “It is about what I need from you.” He pumped her, determined to give her satisfaction before taking his.

  “You’ve had your android cock to satisfy you. All I’ve had was my hand.” She moaned at his confession and he sucked on her neck, feeling the vibrations against his lips. “This hand.”

  He added a finger, stretching her. So tight. “The hand I’m going to cover with your pussy juices.” He finger-fucked her while rubbing his cock against her ass, the contact relieving some of his strain. “I want my skin to smell of you, so when I’m alone with only my hand for company, I’ll breathe in your scent while I fuck myself.”

  She panted, her lips parted, her pussy so wet rivulets of moisture dripped down his arm, and his control stretched to the breaking point.

  “I’m bigger than your android.” Vegas positioned his cock head at her entrance and her tantalizing heat reached out to him. “But you’ll take me.”

  He eased into her, his eyes rolling back in his head at the euphoria of their joining. Her hands slid down the wall, her body slanting toward him, allowing Vegas to achieve his goal, to bury himself inside his mate, his woman, his future. “All of me.”

  “Vegas.” Her whimper held more desire than distress, laden with the emotion he also felt, yet couldn’t express.

  “Can you feel me inside you, Raylee, big and hard and wanting you?” He brushed her delicate shell of an ear with his lips, his shaft embraced by her pussy. She swallowed, nodding her head. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes, oh yes,” she cried out her agreement as he moved, gripping her hips in his hands, pulling her back into him while he surged forward, driving into her pussy with unrelenting force until skin slapped against skin and his grunts drowned out her sounds of passion.

  They fucked fiercely, primitively, forging a soul-sucking connection between them, the bond stronger for the years of training and loneliness and sacrifice. “Fuck, Raylee.” Vegas wrapped one muscled arm around her, as he rode her. “I’m never letting you go.” He ravaged her with unrelenting focus, rocking her curves against the hard wall.

  “Never. Never,” he chanted over and over until she sang the same refrain, their voices as one, their bodies entwined, heaving, hurling toward mutual satisfaction.

  “Vegas!” she screamed, flying upward against him, her pussy vibrating around his cock, coating his shaft with a hot wave of cream.

  “Raylee!” He propelled forward, coming hard, shooting his seed deep inside her in a release so glorious, for a moment his heart stopped beating and time stood still.

  “Raylee.” He draped over her, covering her bare back, her thighs trembling against his. “You are mine.” Vegas rested, laying his cheek upon a pillow of her soft hair, her scent around him, his cock inside her pussy. He listened to the sound of their breathing, ragged at first, leveling to an even flow, and it calmed him, bringing his soul a peace he’d never before known.

  His strength returned and he straightened, pulling up his pants, not bothering to fasten them, as he would take her again and again and again. “You are mine,” he repeated, gathering her up into his arms, and he carried her to the bed, their bed.

  * * * * *

  He had to be her companion android. Raylee stared at Vegas’ severe profile. He looked like Sexy, except he had a scar on his determined chin. She touched the thin slice of puckered skin and his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

  “I want you again.” He flipped her onto her back, bracing his big body with his arms. His hard cock pressed against her thigh. She was gloriously surrounded by muscles and man and a tremor of excitement ran through her.

  “You can’t want me.” She tilted her head as he nibbled down her neck, offering more flesh to his hot mouth. The cabin smelled of sex and his spicy musk. She inhaled, savoring the unique blend. “You’re an android.”

  “I’m a man, Raylee, your man.” He brushed his cheek against hers, his skin rough and covered with short, coarse hair. What the fuck? Her android had stubble? She dragged her blunt fingernails over his jaw. “I’ve wanted you for years.” He flicked her ear with his tongue and she trembled. “And now I will have you.”

  Her pussy moistened at his declaration. “Can I touch you this time?” Raylee ran her hands over his broad shoulders, enjoying the play of muscles under tanned skin. His body was Sexy’s perfection, every inch of him honed and refined.

  “Yes.” Vegas eased into her and she angled her hips to take all of his long, thick shaft, her pussy wet from his touching and the remnants of his last release, the scent of his cum hanging heavy in the air.

  Sexy had installed significant modifications without her authorization. Raylee frowned. She had told him she wanted something different.

  “Raylee.” Vegas’ gaze met hers, his blue eyes darkened with desire. “You can make all the faces you want. I’m still going to fuck you.” He pumped into her leisurely and she rocked with him, her legs bent, cradling his hips, deepening their connection, her concerns forgotten. “I know what you need, love, and one of those needs is my cock in your pussy.”

  “Yes.” She clutched his shoulders, his skin covered with an exciting, wet, warm sheen. Arousing. Different. “And what else do I need?”

  Raylee looked up at a visage dark with emotions Sexy had never displayed. What new circuits sparked inside that handsome head? She swirled circles into his muscles with her thumbs.

  Vegas didn’t reply, flattening his mouth over hers, grinding lips on lips, prodding, prodding, prodding until she opened for him. He didn’t kiss. He invaded, conquering her mouth, subduing her tongue, demanding her surrender. Her modified android tasted of coffee and spice and man, not synthetic mint paired with plastic, and Raylee feasted upon him hungrily, moaning into his mouth.

  He fucked her with a thrilling ferocity, driving her into the bed again and again. Animal noises rumbled from his chest. God, he was a beast. Raylee squeezed Vegas’ firm ass cheeks and he jerked, his concentration broken and his rhythm disrupted.

  “Fuck, Raylee. You make me hot,” he growled, his voice deep and low and taut with a sexual tension Sexy had never revealed. “Slap my ass with your soft little hands.”

  “Yes.” Raylee patted his tanned flesh, her touch light and hesitant, her fingers shaking with exhilaration.

  “Harder,” Vegas barked like a Federation drill sergeant, his command thrillingly dominant and demanding. “I want my ass red. Mark me with your hands.” His words cut through the silence. Her nipples tightened to painfully taut peaks. “Make me yours.”

  “You are mine.” Raylee slapped his ass hard, her palm stinging, the sound and feel of power intoxicating. He roared with satisfaction, fucking her with renewed vigor. “You’re mine, all mine.” She whacked him again and again, urging him onward, deeper, further into her.

  Her arms tired and she smacked him with her heels, digging her feet into his ass as he rode her, laboring over her, his torso glistening with his efforts. Her passion swirled faster and faster, tighter and tighter around him. “Vegas,” she begged, not knowing what for.

  He knew, licking down her neck, over her right breast, suckling hard, priming her body before nipping at her nipple. The pain was sharp and sensual and exquisite and she screamed, pushing upward into him with all her might, trying to dislodge him and draw him into her at the same time.

  “I have you.” Vegas clasped her to his chest, his arms solid and sure around her,
and he came, his cock pulsing inside her, coating her pussy with his soothing cum. “Raylee, I’ll always have you.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, his weight on top of her reassuringly heavy.

  Vegas was heavier than Sexy. She was filled with cum and his larger cock. He smelled of man and sex and his body was wet with his own perspiration. Too many differences. Raylee met her lover’s blue-eyed gaze. “Who are you?”

  “Someone who would die rather than hurt you.” Vegas rolled until she lay with her head on his defined pecs, his heart beating against her ear.

  “You’re human.” She blinked. Human…death.

  “Oh God. You’ll die.” Raylee stiffened, terror flooding her. “And it’ll be my fault. I can’t.” Care. Not again. Never again. She pushed away from him. “The grief. The guilt.” His arms strapped around her waist, drawing her back, and she screamed her refusal, fighting him. “I can’t, Vegas. Please no.” Raylee struggled, but he was stronger and she was so exhausted, her muscles liquefied by his loving. Love…oh God. He’d die. She’d love him and she’d make a mistake and he’d die.

  “Vegas, please, don’t make me,” she begged, sobbing into his chest.

  “Hush, Raylee.” He brushed his lips over her brow back and forth in a gentle, soothing caress. “Hush. You’re safe.” Vegas held her, murmuring words of comfort while she battled him, her defenses growing more and more feeble. “You’re safe.” He cuddled her close, smothering her with reassurances she wanted to believe, until she gave up all resistance, sagging against him. “I’ll protect you.” His hands lowered, cupping her ass, securing her to his big body. “Sleep.”

  “Safe,” Raylee repeated, testing the word, rolling it over in her mouth. “Yes, I’ll keep you safe.” Her eyelids fluttered and she yawned. “So you won’t die.” She closed her eyes. “You won’t…” Raylee fell into the darkness.

  Chapter Three

  Vegas sank into the worn captain’s chair. A smile of satisfaction curled his lips. The scent of his mate had mixed with leather and the seat was curved to fit a shapelier ass. He drifted his fingertips over the creases in the arms, following the tracks her fingers had left.

  “You are not authorized to sit there,” Ship barked out, his computerized voice loud and shrill, and Vegas’ contentment vanished. “Captain—”

  “Captain is asleep and the Federation’s directive gives me authorization to use all necessary resources to fulfill my mission.” He punched in the new flight coordinates, his movements sharp with irritation. “We will be redirecting.”

  “That location is not achievable.” Ship denied his request. “It lies outside Federation shipping lanes.”

  “We will be exiting the shipping lanes, taking the most direct route.” He reentered the coordinates. “Our mission requires us to land on the planet Lokan. We will do what it takes to accomplish our mission.”

  “Believe him, Ship. He’s ruthless. He stuffed me in the closet,” Sexy, his android clone, muttered, standing with his back against the wall, his arms crossed. “I stayed there all night and now my energy sources are low and—”

  “Captain does not allow the android to leave her sleeping chamber,” Ship broke into Sexy’s complaints. “He is for recreation use only, having no business on the bridge of a class-A freighter.” Ship blocked the revised route once more.

  “The android is needed for this mission.” Vegas ground his teeth. “Ship, you have two options. You can refuse to cooperate, defying Federation orders. In that case, I will implement manual override and deactivate you.” Circuits hissed and lights flickered, cold air blasting Vegas’ face. “Or you can follow my orders, assist us with our mission and increase your chances of survival. I have flown freighters before, but…”

  “You have not flown a freighter like me before.” Ship pulsed air through his vents. “And you can’t land on Lokan due to its energized core, so you need me to hover above the planet.” Ship called his bluff. Damn it. “Once we exit the shipping lanes, our odds of being boarded by pirates increases and—”

  “He’s scared,” Sexy explained. “He’s been boarded before and Ship’s scared it will happen again.”

  “Not for myself, you simple-circuited excuse for a robot,” Ship yelled, the floor gyrating under Vegas’ feet. “I survived. Three of the four fragile humans onboard did not. Before the Federation warship arrived to rescue us, the pirates tortured my crew, and when they finally died, one at a time, the pirates cut their heads off and hung them from my beams, their blood seeping into my core. A decade of cleaning later, I still have not removed all traces of it.” The sting of Ship’s guilt and pain edged his robotic voice.

  “And the fourth?” Vegas knew who that fourth human was, having researched Raylee extensively, but he wanted to hear the grisly story directly from an entity that had experienced it.

  “First Officer Raylee volunteered for the high-risk task of repairing the damage from the initial blast and, to ensure the contamination did not spread, I sealed the area. The pirates did not wish to risk losing a ship to kill a human.”

  “That was how she survived?” Fuck. Vegas dug his fingertips into the leather padding. Too close. “Without the containment seal, she would have been tortured and killed. I would have lost her.” Raylee, his mate, dead. He stared out the viewscreen at the stars, seeing a future as empty as space. “You saved her life, Ship.”

  “I delayed her death,” the vessel corrected. “The pirates had assumed command, overwriting my programming. If the Federation warship had not arrived, I would have been forced to open my doors once the damage was repaired.”

  “And they would have killed her,” Vegas concluded, a chill settling low in his stomach. “That won’t happen again. Raylee is mine to protect and I won’t allow her to be harmed,” he vowed.

  “You won’t allow me?” The cold barrel of a phaser pressed against his neck, the scent of engine grease and chalk powder tickling his nose. “I’m the captain. I do the allowing.” He looked up into Raylee’s brown eyes, her beautiful face set with resolve. Fuck. He was one lucky bastard. “Take your hand off my controls and get out of my chair or—”

  “Or what?” His cock twitched with the ring of authority in her voice. “You’ll shoot me?” Vegas dared her, bracing for her response.

  “Yes.” Raylee lowered her phaser to his kneecap and pressed the trigger. Nothing happened. He relaxed. “Shit.” She frowned at the weapon.

  “I made a few minor adjustments to your weapons while you slept.” Vegas grinned. His mate was fuckin’ fearless. “Do you always sleep so solidly or only after you’ve had the best fucking of your life?”

  “You bastard.” She swung her arm.

  Vegas caught her wrist and he pulled her into his lap, wrenching the phaser out of her fingers and dropping it on the floor. She cursed and thrashed on top of him, trying to kick him and hit him, while he secured her, ignoring the desire pumping through his veins, waiting patiently for her to quiet.

  “What do you want?” she finally asked, captured, yet not subdued.

  “You.” He pressed his cock against her ass, emphasizing his declaration. “Ship, conceal auditory.” A hum filled the air.

  “Who else is on Ship?” She fought to get loose, looking around them, lines etched between her eyebrows. “If you fucking allowed—”

  “No one else is on Ship, but we can’t be too careful.” He soothed his justifiably paranoid woman. “The future of planets, of the Federation, is at stake.”

  “The missing planets?” Raylee’s gaze met his and he read her understanding, pleased by her intelligence. “It’s true?”

  “The missing planets, the Balazoid warships, the breeding farms filled with human and humanoid females, yes, all of it is true.” He breathed in her fragrance, smelling him on her. Mine. He tightened his grip. “Within the crate is a canister, a weapon. We’re traveling to planet Lokan, transporting that weapon to another agent.”

  “Another,” she repeated. “That is what you are, an agent.�
� Although it wasn’t a question, Vegas nodded his agreement and she straightened. “Transporting a weapon is dangerous. Being an agent is dangerous.”

  “Our route has been redirected outside of Federation shipping lanes,” Ship added.

  “Oh my God.” She stared up at the beams. “We’re all going to die.” Her body trembled against his, her baggy, baby-blue flight suit rubbing over his civilian clothes, her fear drawing out his protectiveness.

  “This is a delivery. The possibility of dying is low,” Vegas reassured her. He kissed the back of her neck, her hair tucked up into that hideous cap.

  “For you, it will be.” She jutted her jaw outward. “I’ll drop you on another planet, a safe planet, and I’ll deliver the weapon. I—”

  “No.” He cupped her chin, turning her face so he looked into her soulful brown eyes. “I have command of the mission, of the ship and of you.”

  Her lips parted. “But—”

  “No buts. You don’t have a choice in this, Captain.” Vegas stroked down her fragile neck, feeling her deep breaths against his fingertips, reassurance that she lived. “I need you to follow my orders, all of my orders.” He laid his palm possessively over one of her breasts, claiming that flesh as his. “Understand?” He squeezed.

  “Yes.” Raylee arched, pushing her curves into his hand and her ass into his groin, ceding control of her body to him.

  “You will do what I say.” He spread his fingers and slowly closed them around her nipple. She moaned, a tortured erotic sound, and his hard cock bobbed. “When I say it, where I say it. Understand?” He licked her earlobe, tasting her skin.

  Raylee didn’t respond, tilting her head to give him more access to her neck.

  “Understand?” he repeated, needing her full agreement.

  She blew out her breath. “I understand.” Raylee leaned back into him.

  “Good.” Vegas smiled as he released his temporarily subdued mate, relishing her trust. “Turn around and face me.” She obeyed, spinning in his lap, rubbing her ass against his groin, driving his desire upward. Her nipples poked against the flight suit and he longed to suck those tight peaks into his mouth. “Take your clothes off, Raylee. I want to see your hot, little body silhouetted against the backdrop of stars.”