Noah doused the light before she could say another word. Then he hopped on the couch.
Had he known Vivian was going to kiss him like that when they were sitting on the couch together, he would have stood up to reduce her temptation. Standing, he was a good half of a foot over her.
Then again, had he stood up, perhaps she would have found other uses for her mouth. And Noah would have let her. So now who had the strange reactions?
No matter how much he had enjoyed it, he didn't need or have time for a woman in his life, especially one with an expiration date on her. If he couldn't figure out a way to get her off of the moon, he would have to leave her. After the kiss and the touch, how could he?
Chapter Seven
Vivian had to bite her bottom lip as she watched Noah creeping around the apartment while she stood in the kitchen. He must have thought that she was still sleeping. She knew there was a good reason not to make the bed yet when she had gotten up.
Vivian had already made Noah's breakfast and was trying to find his coffee when he finally woke up. When she saw him scanning the place, she ducked behind the counter and watched him tiptoe to the bathroom.
She couldn't blame him for slinking around. Noah must have thought her behavior strange last night after she groped him. Vivian couldn't help it. A deep desire propelled her to feel his body, to touch what seemed so familiar.
After the intimate gesture, Vivian stayed awake in bed wondering if Noah questioned her motives. Who was she kidding? She wondered about her own motives for being so sexually aggressive. Did she really want Noah, or was this her only chance to get off of the moon?
Vivian shook away those thoughts. That selfish behavior was more likened to Lars Urlean than her. Wanting to sleep with Noah, have sex with him, was a definite Lars trait. For as long as she could remember, which was only a few years, Vivian managed to steer clear of sex for herself. Sex would cloud her judgment. Then she met one hell of a diversion.
As soon as Vivian heard Noah start the shower, she ran to the bathroom door, hoping beyond hope that he didn't lock it. He didn't. So what did that mean to her?
Vivian took a deep breath. With water rations being so stringent, even for an affluent scientist like Noah, she had to think about conservation. That excuse sounded plausible. She would have to do something quick or her quaking knees would fail her soon.
She stripped out of the T-shirt she wore to bed and pushed open the door. What she saw on the other side titillated her.
Through the clear shower door, she watched Noah stroking his cock while under the showerhead. Hunched over, with his long hair and beard dripping, he appeared so primal. Noah braced his free hand on the wall in front of him.
As sexy as Noah appeared, Vivian didn't delude herself. His act of self-love wasn't because of her. He made that apparent last night when he called out his deceased wife's name.
"Ooooh, Vivian," Noah moaned.
Vivian's gut quivered. So he was thinking of her this time. Vivian licked her lips. If she only had a few days left to live, she wanted to make the most of it.
Vivian walked into the bathroom, opened the shower door, and climbed inside, standing right in front of Noah.
"What the hell are you doing?" He let go of his hard cock and turned his back on her. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Thank you for not trying to wake me." With her back to him, she let the shower water soak her. It felt good to be clean again after two weeks of grimy hell. "You are nice."
"No, I'm not."
"Says the man who helped me escape from that prison." Vivian covered her body in a foamy lather. "I was in the kitchen making you breakfast. When I heard the shower, I thought it would be a good idea to join you."
"I didn't invite you in here. You should go. This is inappropriate."
"What I'm doing is necessary, like a compulsion, a need." She peered over her shoulder. "There's a water shortage, remember?"
"I take a two-minute shower as dictated by the government." He glanced at his waterproof watch. "Damn!"
Considering the man was just whacking off a minute ago, Noah was coming off as such a prude right now.
Vivian sighed, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him around so that he faced her. For a big, hulking man, he let her. "Here, let me help you with that."
Vivian wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick penis.
Noah grabbed her wrist. "Why are you doing this?"
Vivian moved closer to him so that the tip of his cock rubbed against her stomach. "You listened to me."
"That's not enough to barge into my shower and—"
Vivian eased her hand up his shaft, and it silenced him. "You gave me clothes."
"I would have given them to charity. I just hadn't gotten around to it."
To occupy her mouth so that she didn't have to tell Noah that he was full of shit, she kissed his chest. His warm skin made her body temperature rise.
"You gave me your bed." Vivian put her hand on his shoulder.
"And you're paying me back with your body?"
The statement inflicted a stabbing pain in her stomach. Gone was that warm and wonderful feeling.
"We both need this." She moved her hand with a slow but tight motion up to the tip of his cock and gave it a squeeze, one that bent his knees. "And I may not have that much time if we don't figure out something."
As though he was unable to speak, he nodded.
"And both you and I have been screwed by the government, right? You lost your wife. I lost my parents." Her hand moved faster and faster up and down his shaft while her other hand busied itself by stroking his chest and playing with his nipple.
"Oh, Vivian," he groaned.
Noah slammed his hand against the wall behind her head to shut off the water. What was he doing? Did he want to stop? Was he kicking her out?
Noah wrapped his hand around hers that held his shaft. "Finish, please." He moved her hand up and down on him.
Without further instruction, Vivian obliged. She stroked him faster and faster, her hand at the tip.
"So close." Noah's legs trembled as she continued pleasuring him.
If there was one thing working in her parents' business taught her, it was how to make a man happy. Vivian dropped down on her knees and covered his bulbous tip with her mouth.
"Oh yes!" Noah fell back against the shower stall wall and braced his hands on the grip bar inside.
She moved her mouth down to the base of his cock, a feat considering his sizable length. When she brought her mouth back up, she twirled her tongue around the tip. She massaged his balls in her free hand.
Noah must have liked the feeling. He put his hand to the back of her head and started undulating his hips.
Vivian felt so strange that she wanted to do this to Noah. It had nothing to do with her limited time. She wanted to make him happy because she felt in her gut that it would make her happy.
Just as she thought, she enjoyed tasting him. She couldn't have imagined the saltiness of his skin. She even marveled at the way his pubic hair smelled, like him but with a musky scent that drove her crazy.
She was surprised, though, that for as hairy as his face was, his body hadn't matched that same state. Only a few sprigs of hair dusted Noah's chest. And his legs felt smoother than any female cyborg's legs that Vivian had encountered.
After a few minutes of sucking Noah's hard member, he fisted her hair and released a long, low grunt. At the same time, Vivian felt a splash of warm cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly but gently.
Although she wanted to savor the moment, her very first time in sexually satisfying a man, she couldn't ignore something. Tasting Noah's semen, she found it to be bitter with a slight chemical flavor to it. He was on medication, but what kind? Was he sick or dying? Looking at his body, he appeared healthier than most men.
"By gods, that was wonderful." Noah pulled Vivian up to her feet and embraced her in his massive arms.
"Glad you enjoye
d it."
He rocked her back and forth. "Mona used to do that to me every morning."
A shiver crawled up Vivian's spine. Was that jealousy? She really couldn't be jealous of someone who no longer existed.
"Oh, man, I'm an idiot." Noah let her go and smacked himself on the forehead. "You can tell I haven't been with a woman in a long time. After a moment like that, I shouldn't have mentioned Mona. I'm sorry."
Noah was so wonderfully sincere and humble. Had he known that Vivian had compared him to other cyborgs, male and female, he wouldn't have been so quick to apologize.
"It's okay. She was the last woman you knew. And I do like a man who is honest." She turned around to start the water again, but Noah stopped her by grabbing her hand and holding it against her chest.
"You were better, different," he whispered in her ear as he pressed her back to his chest. "I don't know. The way you moved your tongue and um, never mind."
"No, say it." She tried turning around to look at him but he held her even tighter.
"It's vulgar."
She smiled. "Vulgarity from such an esteemed scientist would be a really big turn-on."
He let her go. "I don't know how esteemed I am."
"Hey." She held his arm when he tried turning on the water to stop the conversation. "I think you're amazing."
He thanked her for her honest assessment by giving her a quick peck. "I was going to say, um, she, Mona that is, never, um, did what you did."
Vivian moved closer to him. The only thing standing between them was his now rising penis. "And what did I do? You just said Mona used to pleasure you orally before. How are we different? Tell me, Noah. I want to hear you talk dirty."
He stared at her for a moment before a sneaky grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "She never swallowed my ejaculate before." He shook his head. "My semen. My cum."
Vivian's heart pounded. "Were there other things she wouldn't let you do?"
Noah opened his mouth to spill more secrets but then he stopped. "I can't do this. I shouldn't do this. Mona was a wonderful woman. A few sex tricks won't change that."
This time Noah started to leave the stall but again, Vivian blocked his path. "I didn't want you to tell me how I'm better than Mona. That's the last thing I want." She put her hand to his chest and leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him. "I want you to tell me how I'm different from her."
"Says the woman who wanted her identity less than six hours ago." This time he did escape from the stall. He wrapped a towel around his waist.
"Wait." Vivian followed him but did without modesty, and refrained from covering her body although her wet hair shielded her face. "The only reason I suggested that was because I want to live. It's the same reason I came into the shower stall this morning."
Noah sat on the bed, planting both feet on the floor. "What are you talking about?"
Vivian stood in front of him. She watched his gaze scan over her body, especially her breasts and her pussy. "If you can't figure out a way to get me off this moon with you—"
"I will!"
Vivian patted his shoulder. "If you can't, I want to enjoy everything life has to offer before I go, that includes sex." She leaned down to kiss him, but Noah stopped her.
He grabbed her hips and pushed her back. "I should get ready for work. Without Dr. Luc, we're shorthanded." He peered over her shoulder and cursed. "I'm late." He sprang from the bed and darted from his closet to the bathroom while she watched him from his bed.
And here Vivian thought cyborgs were fast. She was sure Noah broke the sound barrier more than once.
"Noah, I need to ask you something." She directed her inquiry to the bearded blur when it whisked past her.
"What?" he snapped.
"Are you on medication?"
Noah stopped and stared at her. "That's a strange question considering what we were just discussing. Are you asking me because I wouldn't kiss you just now?"
"Would medication cause you not to be attracted to me?" She cocked her head.
"Depends on the prescription." Noah slipped on his lab coat. "No, I'm not on anything. Why would you ask me that?"
"You, um, tasted funny."
"My skin?" He shoved devices after devices into his various pockets, then retrieved his laser gun. For someone who didn't trust her completely, he sure didn't care where he kept a dangerous weapon with her in his home.
"Not your skin." When Noah finally regarded her, she peered down at his crotch then reconnected her gaze to his.
He blew out his breath in exasperation. "My semen? You actually want to have a conversation about my sperm?"
"You did something nice for me. I was trying to do something nice to you by telling you something that concerns me. Isn't that what friends do?"
"No. Friends don't sit around and talk about each other's bodily fluids."
"Even when there may be a concern?"
"Especially if there's a concern. And how would you know that what I produce is not standard? I thought you were a virgin. Or do blow jobs not count?"
Although the crude language made her pussy twitch, she continued with her inquiry. "I don't think most men produce a chemical taste in their semen. Am I wrong?"
"I don't have time for this." He grabbed his lab jacket and headed to the door, stopped, and came back to Vivian.
Expecting to be given a goodbye kiss, she craned her head up.
"Make yourself at home. Don't leave the apartment. My work number is in the palm device on the desk if you need me but don't use the videophone. And I'll see you later." He leaned down like he wanted to kiss her. Instead he patted her on the head and ran out of the door.
Vivian's shoulders slumped down. "Damn." Maybe tonight would be different…she hoped. She needed to gain his trust or she had no future.
* * * *
"Doc, are you with me?" The male sexbot snapped his large fingers in Noah's face.
"Sorry, my mind is on other things today." Noah scratched his head.
It wasn't the first time that day that Noah had lost his train of thought and drifted off into the memory of his shower that morning.
The whole scene was so reminiscent of Mona, but different. For one thing, Noah never had to masturbate out of sexual frustration while he was with Mona. If she wanted to watch him masturbate, that was different. If Vivian had asked to watch him masturbate, he probably would have reacted in another way.
Noah had meant what he said about Vivian being so unique. Although they shared similar physical characteristics, there were marked variations. Vivian was bold. She was also frighteningly accurate.
From simply sucking his cock, she figured out that he was on drugs. Good thing she didn't know what kind. And now he wondered what he could find out about her by licking her—
"Doc, is the interview over?" The burly pale man slammed his fists onto the table.
"Um, no, I have some more questions."
The guard stood next to the male sexbot and put a hand on its shoulder. "Calm down, buddy. You don't want to retire early like the sexbot from yesterday, right?"
The 'bot snorted and returned his attention to Noah. Just like a rabid dog, the guards shot and killed, or destroyed, the sexbot that attacked Al-Tomlyn. It was the only thing they could do in the situation.
"Let's continue." Noah glanced down at his next question on the screen. "When were you created?"
"I'm four years old. I'm one of the last ones created before Dr. Urlean stopped." The sexbot placed his hands flat on the table and leaned forward. "I know why I was created, Doc. And I've had things done to me and have done things with my body that disgust me. I don't want that life anymore. I want to be like C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L. Those two soldiers are my heroes. If I could fight with them, I would be so proud."
"What about sex?" Noah stared at him to see if his irises contracted.
They didn't.
"What about it? Since I've been incarcerated, I haven't fucked anyone here. You can look at the videos
to check that."
At the mention of the surveillance recordings, Noah was struck with an idea. He wanted to see what Vivian did during her two-week stay in the cell. Did she have sex? Was this all a game?
The 'bot continued. "I struggle to keep my sex drive in check." He stood from the table.
"Sit down, prisoner." The guard put his hand on the cyborg's shoulder, but he stood a good foot over him.
"I've even gone so far as to castrate myself." The cyborg dropped his pants to show off his self-mutilation.
His genitals were all gone. Left in its wake was a faint horizontal scar with a small hole for urination. If it hadn't been for this thing's accelerator pumping through its veins, it wouldn't have survived a backroom operation like this.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" Noah avoided looking at the spot and directed his attention to the bot's eyes.
"I'm tired of being viewed as something I never wanted to be. I want to have a purpose. Let me fight."
Noah nodded. "Officer Ionta, please take him to the reprogramming room." He directed his attention to the cyborg. "Congratulations. You are now a part of the Federation Army."
The cyborg clapped his large hands and laughed. "Thank you! You don't know what this means to me. I will fight hard for you."
"Not for me. For the humans. For yourself. It's our war."
He gave a sloppy salute to Noah. The guard pulled him to the door and led him to the reprogramming room.
Noah stood from the table and headed to the security room. Inside the darkened room filled with monitors, only a few people milled around the place. He went to the woman that appeared to be running this operation.
"Excuse me." Noah touched her shoulder, which caused the older, frail woman to gasp and turn around. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I'm Dr. Noah Wiit. I'm a part of the cyborg interview team."
Behind her thick glasses, she snickered. "The probing team. That's what we call you guys."
Not to seem too antagonistic, Noah offered her a smile as though he was in on the joke. "Right. I need some information. I need to watch the security tape of one of the cells for the past two weeks."
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