by KyAnn Waters
Shon pushed the fem-bot’s head down. The fem-bot stared at Tarik’s dick. “She won’t know what to do unless you tell her. Her programming is erased.”
“Open your mouth,” Shon stammered. “And lick the cream from the head his cock.”
The fem-bot went to hands and knees. With her ass in the air, she opened her pouty lips and lashed her tongue over and around the corona of his dick, tasting away the trickle of pre-cum glistening at the slit. The pressure of the mechanical tongue was firmer than he expected, but felt just like he imagined Shon’s mouth to feel against his flesh. He groaned, thrusting his hips higher.
“Take all of him into your mouth,” Shon instructed the bot. 32D complied.
“Fuck.” Tarik growled and jerked his head back as the fem-bot swallowed him to the root, taking every inch of his dick. A low vibration hummed from the bot as she kept him deep. Internal pressure pads within her mouth and throat worked along the shaft, milking him from multiple points and at different intensity. Slippery moisture coated his cock as mechanisms in the bot lubricated his dick and sucked it away with pulsing gulps.
Synthetic hormones for the bot and Shon’s perfumed desire heightened his arousal.
Shon gasped. “Oh, my.” She dropped to her knees next to Tarik, leaning in close to watch the bot give Tarik fellatio. “Now I can see why every man would want one of these. I think I want one.”
A laugh formed in his chest but failed to pass his lips. Every muscle in his body tensed and burned. He was nearly unable to withstand the intensity of the bot’s orator function. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding, and lips pulled back in a snarl, trying to stave off an orgasm.
“Enough,” he demanded. “Not without you.”
With his dick trapped in 32D’s mouth, he could barely think, let alone pleasure Shon. This wasn’t about coming. In the moments of escape from the Tri’Neith and because of the emotions surging through him when with Shon, he’d decided. He was going to trust her, trust himself. Because for the first time in too long, he cared about something besides the missions. He wanted Shon to be real.
Shon stared, mesmerized by the bot. “I keep thinking she needs to take a breath. But she doesn’t. She just keeps going…forever.”
“I won’t last forever.” As good as the bot was at giving head, she wasn’t real. She wasn’t Shon. He’d rather have Shon riding his lap, his cock buried in her slick heat.
“My turn,” she told the bot, pulling her off Tarik just in time.
Tarik gasped and took several deep breaths to slow his spiking pulse. But then Shon was there, with her soft, warm lips closing over the glans. Delicate swipes of her tongue caressed the frenulum, curled around the ridge and then glided down the stalk. Her silken hair tumbled over him, tickling his stomach.
“Shon, baby, please.” He tunneled his fingers through her hair, helping to set the tempo. Hot breaths fanned against his wet flesh.
She hummed, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her fingers, banded around the base, stroked the length. His balls tightened and his cock stretched. Unable to take a minute more of the sweet torture, he gripped her around the waist and lifted.
Before she could lower herself to his lap, Tarik ripped the leggings. Crazed and desperate, he split the material. Keeping her fingers locked around his cock, Shon shifted over and straddled his hips. Holding his shaft, she rubbed the head between her wet folds. Then she positioned him at her entrance and, in one smooth motion, slowly took him all the way into her slick, hot pussy.
Her eyes slid closed as she fully seated him deep in her passage. Inner walls gloved to his shaft, gripping him in perfect exquisite pleasure. Tarik splayed his hands along her sides, detailing each rib as he trekked his hands onto her hips, helping her to lift and lower on his dick. He finished shredding the leggings and then palmed the flesh of her ass.
Shon held to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. She rocked on his lap, grinding against him. Their breaths quickened. Faster. Harder. Building toward an erotic crescendo.
She whimpered, muscles quivering beneath his hands. Her thighs tightened to his. Her channel grew hotter, wetter.
“That’s it. Let go, baby. Take me with you.”
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, then her body convulsed. Hard contractions pulsed along his cock. The pressure pushed him over the edge. Euphoric bliss numbed his head, and his balls clenched. Fiery heat shot through him as he erupted. He clamped onto Shon, forcing her hard onto his lap, keeping his dick buried to the hilt in her sweet core until he was empty.
Then he gasped. Tension melted from his body. Shon draped her arms around his neck and sweetly kissed his neck, licking the trickle of sweat from his skin.
“Can I be of service?”
Shon laughed and snuggled into Tarik’s neck. “I’d tell the booty-bot to turn off her orator function, but I’m too in awe of her skills to ever deactivate her again.”
Tarik put space between their faces and looked into her eyes. “I prefer the real thing.” He wanted her to understand that, for him, if all he wanted was to come, he’d use the bot. Being with Shon left him vulnerable but not afraid. “I’ve never needed a fem-bot.” But he was beginning to understand he did need Shon.
“No, I don’t suspect you would.” She lifted off his lap. With a mischievous arched brow, she said, “We can still use her as a toy, though.” Stepping over her shredded clothing, Shon excused herself to the restroom. “Can you see if there is anything I can wear? These leggings were all I could find earlier.”
Tarik stood. “I prefer you naked.”
“I can’t hide a weapon if I’m naked,” she said. “You need my help.”
He supposed she had a point. Hopefully, within a few hours, they’d be deep into the Rincon and avoid any Tri’Neith entanglements. But if they didn’t, she needed to be armed. Tarik righted his pants, took the shirt discarded hours before and slipped it back on.
In the wardrobe, he found flowing, silk balloon pants. The translucent fabric shimmered. Every delicious curve on her body would show. So would any weapon. Fuck, in this she would be the weapon.
“Shon,” he hollered through the door. “I’ll be on the bridge. I found you something to wear. It’s on the bed. Join me when you’re ready.”
Chapter Five
With each step, her heart raced. The sheer material of the loose blouse revealed her puckered nipples and created shadow with her cleavage. The pantaloons, made of the same gauzy material, showed everything from the crack of her ass to the slit in her pussy. Why was she wearing this? She was a reporter, a serious journalist, and she looked like she belonged in a harem.
Because if all she had left were a few hours with Tarik, she wanted to spend them thinking about anything but what lay ahead in the Rincon. She could only hope Darcolm could help. A flutter rippled in her stomach. Going against Tarik was dangerous. But he’d see that sometimes trust had to be placed in others. Trust, but with caution.
Flying into the Rincon with a fleet of Tri’Neith vessels pursuing was akin to suicide. Rational or not, now that she’d met Tarik, believed in his mission—believed in him—she had to do all she could. Darcolm had trusted in her, had helped her get aboard BioOne, because he believed in her. She knew he was doing everything he could to ensure their successful escape.
If there was one person, besides Tarik, who would always have her back, it was Darcolm.
Before they reached the Rincon, she had to tell Tarik what she’d done, that she’d made contact. Initially, he’d be upset. But until he’d come back to the captain’s quarters, she’d decided she was as much on her own as Tarik insisted on being on his.
This would be a minor setback in their progress, but one easily overcome once Tarik realized Darcolm wasn’t a threat. She glanced down at her body. This outfit just might temper Tarik’s anger. Once again, she’d use sex to achieve her objective. Right now, that was keeping Tarik and BioOne safe.
She stepped onto the bridge. As if sensing her
presence, he turned.
“Hi,” she said, suddenly nervous. He both excited and terrified her. Strong, determined, and sexy. He was a man with a mission. Although they’d shared passion, he hadn’t shared his secrets. He said he trusted her but hadn’t trusted in her judgment.
Tarik’s gaze roamed over her figure.
“Captain Javis must have enjoyed dressing up his fem-bot.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She clasped them behind her back, but that thrust her breasts forward. She moved them in front, but that felt as if she were hiding. She wasn’t. Finally, she let her arms drop to her sides.
“Come here.” He held out his hand.
Shon approached, sliding her palm into his.
Tarik shifted her to stand in front of him, banding one around her waist and pulling her back flush against his chest. His other hand covered hers as he guided their joined fingers over the console. Together, they piloted BioOne, making slight shifts in her trajectory.
Shon glanced up as the dome vanished and the endless blackness of space surrounded them. In the far off distance, vivid colors swirled. “Is that the Rincon?” Just saying the words had adrenaline flowing through her veins.
Tarik chuckled. “No, just a distant system. But don’t worry. I’ve navigated the Rincon. There’s no reason to be scared.”
“I’m not.”
“I can feel you trembling.”
She was trembling, but not from fear of the Rincon. Not to say she wasn’t terrified to navigate through the impossible. But Tarik, being wrapped in his strong, capable arms, unsettled her in ways she’d never been before. A need, sharp and intense, drilled into the core of who she was. With the whole of her being, she knew she belonged with this man. Not for sex, although she would hate never experiencing his touch, kiss, or the way his cock slid deep into her pussy again.
“What happens once we’re in the Rincon?” she asked to help distract herself from her thoughts. For her whole career, she’d searched for a purpose. Perhaps she’d finally found one in Tarik, BioOne, and exposing the Tri’Neith for their treachery.
“We’ll meet up with Jone Morry and the others who fight against the Tri’Neith. We have BioOne, but our grievances run deep. People want to trust their government. But few know what is really happening. Those, like me and my associates, are quickly eliminated when discovered. But we have men on the inside. Without them, we wouldn’t have been able to get to BioOne.”
Men like Darcolm. He could be just such an asset to Tarik. She nodded, but what she really wanted to know was if there was a place for her in his group, a place for her with him. “You’ll always fight?”
“Yes.”
Emotion welled in her throat. Of course, he would. Tarik was a man of honor. Strange that, in such a short period of time, she could go from believing him to be a space pirate to wanting to stand by his side to fight the Tri’Neith. She stepped out of his arms and walked toward the edge of the dome, staring at the red, purple, and green swirling maelstrom in the distance. “What will you do with BioOne?”
When he didn’t answer, she turned to him.
Tarik’s mouth pulled into a tight line, and his jaw ticked. “Some in my group would use her the same way the Tri’Neith would. That’s why there are those on both sides who think she should be destroyed.”
Shon cocked her head to the side. “One ship becomes two. Does BioOne reproduce? Is there a chance that BioOne could fail to follow your commands and organize missions on her own? One ship, as she now is, can be controlled. What happens when there are more like BioOne? She’s sentient so wouldn’t that make the ships a race, a species capable of determining their own future? How would you or anyone else stop a fully mature, fully sentient ship?”
Tarik ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know.”
Shon raised a brow. “You don’t know? Tarik, if not you, who? You created her. Both of us can hear her in our thoughts. How far is her reach?” Shon covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, my god.” She finally realized the full power and danger of the ship. The ship could end all wars…or begin a new era of unrest that could stretch across the galaxy.
Shon ran her hand along the wall. Heat seeped into her palm. BioOne was alive. “You can’t destroy her.” Tears burned behind her eyes. “But you can’t truly command her.”
“She’s only a weapon in the wrong hands. That is why I’m on my own. I’ll regroup with Morry and the others, but I won’t be staying. I created her. Now I have to protect her.”
Bile rose into Shon’s throat. She could feel the weight of his words, the reason he risked his life for BioOne. It was why he trusted no one, not even himself. “How long before we reach the Rincon?” How long did she have with him before he left her?
“Not long. A few hours until we reach the edge of the nebula.”
Not long enough. She didn’t doubt they’d make it safely to the Rincon. No doubt, Darcolm had seen to that. And she didn’t doubt Tarik’s piloting skills to see them safely through. How would she be able to convince him that he needed her, that he could trust her when she had to confess she’d already gone against his explicit instructions?
Steeling her nerves and ready to defend her reasoning, she took a deep steadying breath and turned to him. She crossed her arms over her chest, raised her chin, and met his gaze directly. “I need to tell you something, but I need you to understand that I’m fighting with you, not against you.” She took a step closer. “It’s crazy for me, too, but so much as happened since I decided to sneak aboard this ship. I knew there was a story here. But I promise, I’m convinced. When the time is right, and that day may never come, we will expose the truth behind BioOne. I get it. Knowing might cause more risk to BioOne than letting her exist somewhere no one will ever look for her.” Shon took a deep breath. “You said yourself, we have to protect BioOne at all cost. Even if that means risking our lives.”
“My life. You didn’t ask to be part of this.”
“I’m asking now.”
“Shon, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He approached and rested his hands on her shoulders. “You’re my hostage.” He gently kissed her lips, and a piece of her heart became his. He was a good man, and he deserved more than a life on the run.
“I’m your guest.”
“No one knows you’re aboard. You can go back—”
“Yes, they do.” She licked her suddenly dry lips and spoke the words she should have told him hours ago. “BioOne secured a channel in the captain’s quarters. I understand now why you don’t trust people, but Darcolm is careful. We can trust him.”
Tarik’s hold tightened. “You made outside contact?”
“I did what I felt what was necessary. BioOne agreed or she wouldn’t have provided a secure channel for me to make contact with Darcolm or give our location. I wouldn’t have been able to tell him how to help. BioOne relayed the information. Now we can safely make it to the Rincon, but then it’s all up to you.”
“How long ago?”
“Hours. Right after I left the bridge.”
Tarik pushed her away. His palms glided over the console. “Full control to the captain.”
“Tarik, we never would have made it without help. He’s in the government, but I swear, he’s not Tri’Neith. He’s always known I was aboard this ship. Before we left Etan, I had been in contact with him. I don’t know for sure, but I believe BioOne is still in communication with him. Is BioOne communicating with you?”
“BioOne, override all self-commands. Sever all outside communication. Full containment.” The dome became solid again. Tarik turned, lips pulled into a sneer. “I’d tell you to get off my bridge, but I don’t trust you anywhere on the ship without an escort.”
Uneasiness swirled in her belly, and her chest tightened. She’d known he’d be upset, but he wasn’t alone with BioOne. She was just as involved. No, not by design, but by fate. Fine, if she couldn’t change his mind, whether he wanted her help or not, he was getting it. “You do
n’t trust me? I can live with that, because I trust you, and I trust in BioOne. And like you, I trust my instincts.”
“Do your instincts tell you we’re heading into a fucking trap? Because mine are blaring red alerts.” He pivoted away from her. “Continuous sweeps,” he instructed BioOne. “So much as a dust particle flutters wrong, we fire on it and take evasive measures.”
“You’re wrong about Darcolm, Tarik. But if you believe we’re going to be intercepted before we reach the Rincon, find another way in.”
“I don’t know when…or where we’ll be intercepted. But there is only one way into the Rincon. Do I make a run for it, possibly be intercepted on route?” His hands glided over the console, and his gaze searched the monitors. “Or have we already been detected?”
“If we’d been detected, we’d already be captured or dead.” Neither unacceptable outcome appealed to her. Both meant she’d lose Tarik, and BioOne would again be under Tri’Neith control.
“I’m not the only man they’re after. I could be leading Tri’Neith destroyers through the Rincon. The government would be able to destroy the rebellion. BioOne is our best weapon. Not only would they have her back, but they would destroy all opposition in the region and beyond.”
She carefully approached. Although Tarik made sense, she didn’t regret her decision to contact Darcolm. When she told him they were going to the Rincon, panic had filled his voice. He’d wanted her to stall, to keep Tarik from taking BioOne from the ship graveyard. Since she hadn’t told him their location, she assumed BioOne had relayed the coordinates. However, in the time spent with Tarik, she knew she couldn’t alter his course. Darcolm had understood and made it clear he’d do what he could without jeopardizing her or the ship. “What are our options?”
“We’re out of options.”
****
And his luck had run out. He should’ve known nothing good could come into his life. Fate had been fucking with him as far back as he could remember. He wanted to be angry with Shon…and he was. But he had to acknowledge that he’d brought this on himself. Within moments of meeting her, her finger on the trigger of his pulse gun, she had shown him she was trouble. The body suit said she was the type of trouble he couldn’t resist, which was even worse. And now look at where his lust had taken him.
