by Pearl Foxx
The bike came to a stop and Enver turned off the engine.
As hard as she tried, Imogen could not bring herself to release her hold on him. She wanted nothing more than to stay curled around his back for the rest of the night, breathing in the chaos he offered. After a beat, Enver chuckled and patted her hand before pulling away and climbing off.
"I wouldn't recommend sleeping out here," Enver said into the black around them.
Without the headlamp of his bike, the dead lands were completely black. No street lamps glowed out here, the only light coming from the shadowed stars above or from the boarded over windows of the Ward. The few other people who dared make a life out here were scavengers and scrappers who preferred the anonymity of darkness to the exposure of the bulb.
Chapter 13
Enver
His bed had lumps in it. Hard nodules dug into Enver’s spine like rocks. He had never been so uncomfortable before. Each way he rolled, he discovered some new discomfort, and his pillow was suddenly too thin. He’d used the same pillow for years, when did it get so thin?
Sleep became an impossible goal. It wasn’t Enver’s body that hurt like it had bruises deep beneath his flesh but his heart. He’d never told anyone the things he’d confessed to Imogen, and the exposure left him raw. If he was honest, he longed for comfort, for a soft touch in a hard world. But that kind of honesty never paid off. It always left him in more pain.
Imogen’s body had been warm against his back on the motorcycle, her arms around his chest had soothed the ragged scars of his heart. He’d kissed her in the slums and almost kissed her again at the Ball & Joint. Fuck, what had he been thinking? He knew better than to get involved with someone like her, someone bound to leave as soon as a better opportunity came up.
He did this to himself. He knew it. Just living all the way out here in the middle of the fucking deadlands was enough to scare away any woman who would be willing to take a chance on a cyborg like him.
He rolled to his back, a boulder lodged against his spine. His dog tags hung to his side, and he grabbed them, fiddling with them between his metallic fingers. They hummed, and his personal information transmitted through his neural connection. The tags were calibrated so any cyborg could understand them, no matter how little of them remained. Precautions in case of explosion during the war.
Enver lived his entire life in precautions.
Outside his room, a squeaky board drew his attention.
It had to be Imogen, sneaking her way down the hall to the bathroom they shared. He often heard her at night, sneaking up to her workshop or the roof gardens. She didn’t seem to sleep much. But who could blame her. Sleep was for the innocent, people who hadn’t seen just how bad humanity could be.
The gentle footsteps paused outside of his door, and Enver would swear he heard a sigh.
He sat up, still clutching his dog tags to his bare chest and listened as the bathroom door opened and closed. He remembered the smoothness of her cheek against his fingers, the tremble in her breath as she’d leaned toward him.
His heart ached, and his body craved to be touched. His half hard cock stiffened the longer he listened, waiting for her to come back out and disappear down the hall. Maybe then he could get some sleep when he knew for sure she’d returned to her room.
If he’d been talking to anyone else, he’d call them out on this weak-ass bullshit. What kind of man was he, just waiting for his heart to get broken? Was it worth it to feel the heat of her lips against his again?
The bathroom door clicked as she opened it, and Enver jumped to his feet.
He strode to his door and whipped it open, finding a startled nightgown clad Imogen standing before him. Her white knee length dress was thin enough he could see the pebbles of her nipples pushing toward him, and that was enough to evict rational thought from his mind.
He reached for her, two metal hands on soft pliant hips, and pushed her back against the hallway wall. When he lowered his lips to hers, she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand weaving through his unruly hair and pulling it slightly.
She stood on her toes, pressing her weight against him, so Enver could feel the fullness of her breasts against his chest, her nipples hard.
He moved a hand up, greedy to feel the weight of her breast. When he squeezed, she moaned against his mouth, opening for him. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweet tanginess. She tasted like wildflowers, like mint spread across an otherwise barren hillside, like sun in the late morning.
He lowered his knees and flattened his body against hers, making no attempt to hide his desperate need. His cock lined up with her hip, and she shivered, wriggling between him and the wall to try and line him up with her core.
“Beautiful girl,” he whispered, pulling back and running a hand through her soft blonde hair. He couldn’t even remember the girl who’d first come here with only a patch of hair shaved and long golden locks. The wildness of her short hair, mussed from wind and bed, suited her so completely.
She gazed up at him with water in her eyes. “I was once.”
“You are now. You drive me crazy. You are the most beautiful, strong willed, giving soul I’ve ever known.”
Her lips returned to his, pushing against him with unexpected force. She ran her hands down his arms, both cybernetic and biological, and his whole body shook with pleasure.
His neurons flashed with input, blacking out rational thought. He gripped her ass, and lifted her off the ground, turning them back toward his room.
Despite her hungry moans and desperate kisses, Enver paused. “Are you sure?” He asked against her mouth.
Imogen rocked her hips forward in his hold, pressing the warmth of her pussy against him, so there could be no misunderstanding. “I’m absolutely positive.”
He carried her into the room in a fit of kisses. Kicking the door closed behind them was almost more than he could manage, but it banged behind them in a final announcement of privacy. He carried her to the bed, kneading her ass in his hands while she kissed his mouth, his jaw, and finally took his ear between her lips and sucked.
Enver moaned, dropping her on the bed and wasting no time pulling off his loose fitting sleeping shorts.
“Oh, my goodness,” Imogen said, raking her eyes over his body. “I knew you were like military strong but… wow…”
He flushed with the compliment. He didn’t think much about his appearance, just that his body could do the things he needed it too. But the heat in her eyes and the hungry smirk on her face made him feel like the strongest man on the planet.
His cock twitched, announcing its desire to show her just how hard his body really was.
Imogen scooted to the end of the bed and pulled her thin nightgown over her head. Her once thin body had filled out and sitting there before him, she shone like a goddess of sunshine and light. Her skin was pale and unmarked, unlike the scars that littered his chest and back, and her white-blonde hair shone around her head in the dim moonlight. Perfect teardrop breasts with luscious rose nipples beckoned him, but before he could reach for her, Imogen took his cock in her hand.
“Holy fuck,” he said, arching back. The muscles in his stomach all contracted at once in shocked response.
Her cool hand wrapped around him, tugging him slightly forward.
Enver moaned and closed his eyes.
Her fingers traced along the length of him and warm wet breath sent shocks through his system. An electrical current beginning in his gut shot around his body and up his spine. He hadn’t been touched in so long. Her simple caress made his legs shake and he didn’t dare open his eyes for fear it was all a dream.
When her soft tongue ran along the length of him, circling his cockhead, and then ran back down to lavish his balls, he almost collapsed. He admired the beauty before him as her naturally pink lips widened to take him in. From this vantage point, he could watch as his cock disappeared slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, until she’d taken all of him. The back of her throa
t pushed against the head, and when she puckered her cheeks to suck, as she pulled back Enver’s mind spun.
She took him in, again and again, as he watched the curve of her back, the swell of her hips and ass, bent before him.
He laid a hand on her shoulder, steadying himself from the onslaught of sensations swelling in him. As his orgasm rose he pulled away, taking deep breaths to calm his body. He wanted more time with her, to devour her from one end to the other and then start again.
“Lay down,” he growled, words coming hard on his exhale.
Imogen shivered and blushed, appearing momentarily away as if she might bolt.
Oh no, that wouldn’t do.
Enver leaned down, pulled her knees to the edge of the bed and then spread them wide so he could sit between them before pulling her body down the rest of the way.
She squealed, struggling playfully. “What are you…”
He stole the words from her mouth as he lowered his lips to her core and pressed a sure, strong kiss against the downy mound before him.
Imogen arched her back
Chapter 14
Imogen
Imogen arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut, as her body quivered beneath his kiss. No one had ever kissed her there before. Only alone at night, in the quietest most secret moments had she let herself explore what it felt like to touch between her folds. Her only previous lover had been too fast, too intent on finishing before being discovered.
Enver pressed his tongue against her slit, sliding it up and down until she unfurled beneath his caress and he could kiss her lower lips. With a lazy speed which set Imogen’s skin on fire, he explored each petal and dipped his tongue inside to taste her juices.
She tried to hold still. She bit her lip to keep quiet, as flash points of pleasure ignited within her. Soon her hips rolled with his kisses, pressing up against his lips to deepen the pressure against that knot of pleasure that begged for his attention.
Enver slid his hands beneath her thighs, pushing them over his shoulders and dove into her.
Imogen screamed when he sucked her into his mouth, his tongue flicking against her clit in hard, fast motions. She writhed beneath him, rolling to escape the overwhelming pleasure rising up from deep within her belly.
He held on tight, keeping her in place with his immoveable cybernetic hands. She’d have bruises the next day for sure, but as she struggled, she found freedom in surrendering to his control, to letting herself ride the wave of passion that crested over her, breaking, and carrying her away to bliss.
She shook as white filled her eyes and her scream filled the tiny space of Enver’s bedroom. Goosebumps spread across her naked flesh, and she collapsed in the mattress beneath her.
Enver released his hold and peered up at her with fire in his eyes.
Her insides quaked, and she realized this high was only the beginning of the heights to which he could carry her. She shifted on the bed, pulling herself up onto his pillow.
He wiped his mouth and crawled over her body, draping his smooth skin over her so that when he brought his lips to hers their nudity connected from lips to toes.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said between kisses, his voice dark and low.
“Ever?”
“Yeah.”
“I think I can do better.” Imogen smiled at the shock on his face when he pulled back, and then she flipped them over, using the moment of surprise to get the advantage over his bulk.
Sitting astride him, Imogen could see the scars that littered his skin and the hard compact muscle beneath it. The plesh covering where his biological shoulder connected to his cybernetic arm was almost imperceptible. Military grade technology was well above what she’d seen in the slums during her time in Cyn City.
She ran her hands across his smooth, nearly hairless chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. When she traced around the circle of his nipple with her nail, Enver gripped her thighs, pushing the heat of his cock up against her wetness. He was so hard she could almost imagine that his erection was made of the same material as the cybernetics installed in his body.
With slow, deliberate movements, she made her way down his rippled abdomen and between her legs where she could feel the head of his cock leaking against his own belly.
She lifted up, on her knees and guided him up to her entrance.
“Wait.” Enver grabbed her hand before she had him lined up with her opening. “Are you sure? I’m not a good man.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, you’ve only seen the man I want to be. Not the man I am. You don’t know anything about me.”
She released her hold on his cock and leaned over to kiss him. She pulled away, the fire in his eyes was still there, but something clouded it over. “We’ve all done things we shouldn’t have.”
“You were innocent. I have guilt and blood in my past.” He ripped his eyes away, the fire doused with tears.
“Look at me.” She gripped his chin and pulled it toward her. “The past is dead and buried along with whatever both of us did. I see who you are and how hard you fight for the things you believe in. I see the man you want to be, and he’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I could love a man like that, if he’d let me.”
Instead of answering, Enver kissed her again, his arms wrapped around her body holding her tight against his chest. His need burned through her lips and tongue until they were wrapped in each other’s embrace, arms and legs searching for some way to get closer. He rolled on top of her and slid the thickness of his desire inside her with a moan.
Imogen clawed at his back, his fullness spreading her wide with a sensual burn that never seemed to end. When he filled her completely, pressed up against her inner wall, she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. They both gasped for breath.
They paused, staring at each other as she adjusted to his size. This was real. This was really happening, and she wanted it to happen so much she ached with how much she’d needed him. He was seated within her, and she struggled to find her balance between desperation for more and the perfection of the moment.
When Enver began to move, Imogen’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“God yes,” she moaned, as he slid almost all the way out and then slowly inched his way back inside her. Slow sensual strokes burned within her as her hands gripped at Enver’s shoulders. She couldn’t stop touching him, flesh or metal, his body delighted her with all its smooth flat planes and delicious dips.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to her as he sped up the pace, rocking into her with increasing speed.
She wrapped her legs up higher around his hips, her heels digging into his ass as she whimpered for more.
The head of his cock dragged along the inside of her pussy, marking his territory with shockwaves of pleasure.
He moved faster, and Imogen lost herself in the undertow of his passion. She dug her nails into his back, pulling a wail from Enver’s typically quiet throat. He slammed into her, deep and hard until she was drowning in him. Her mind turned inside out as it tried to wrap itself around the feelings pulsing through her until they became so strong rational thought was no longer an option. She simply had to let go and open to the onslaught of ecstasy.
She screamed, and Enver thrusted until he shook, his body nearing collapse. Then he came with a wail of his own.
Still seated within her, he laid against her body, his head in the crook of her neck. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Imogen laughed. “No, that was the opposite of hurting me.”
“Maybe next time I’ll have to try harder,” he teased before nipping her shoulder.
She caught his eye and noted the dark shadows that tainted everything he did had returned. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
“Suns no!” He sat up so quickly he dislodged his cock from her body, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness. “Why would you ask that?”
“Your eyes are sad again. A
minute ago you looked so… bright… I want to make you happy.”
“You do. I haven’t been this happy in years, the past few days with you—” He shook his head. “I just know that at some point you’re going to find things out about me. Things that will change the way you think of me, and then you might regret this.”
She ran a hand down his chest and scooted as close to his warmth as possible. “There’s nothing that could make me regret being with you.”
He sighed and ran his hand along her side before cupping her breast loosely. He lowered his lips and peppered her with kisses before pulling her against him.
“We’ll see,” he whispered in her ear before pulling the blanket up over them both to sleep.
Chapter 15
Imogen
Morning came slowly. The light filtering through the boards covering the windows of Enver's room picked up dust particles in the air, making them sparkle like fairies dancing above Imogen's head. She sighed, burrowing her head into the soft pillow beneath her. Her body ached, a pleasant reminder of the night before. The soreness between her legs brought a smile to her lips, as she slowly returned to waking. She rolled over and peeked out from beneath her lashes only to find an empty space were Enver's body should be.
He's gone.
Her first thoughts leapt to memories of the words Hiram spat at her in the darkened alley. Now Enver would see her the same way, unworthy and unclean. She had done the exact thing which had destroyed her life before and couldn't even muster any regret. She sat up, gripping the sheet to her chest, and replayed the night before in her mind. It had been perfect. Exactly what she'd always dreamed.
She believed she had finally found a good man, one who could see her for who she was without judgment, that finally all of her worry and pain was justified.
