by Rena Marks
Including the intimate folds.
“Here?” She felt the touch in the vicinity of her hip, but that could be anywhere. Her side. Her abdomen.
“Mmm. Don’t know.”
His touch felt higher, but she couldn’t pinpoint it exactly.
“Not sure. Ribcage? Breastbone?”
He touched again.
“Lower, I think. Somewhere along my leg? I can’t tell if it’s upper or lower.”
His next touch about had her leap off the table.
“Jesus.”
He’d touched her clit. She was sure of it. She forced herself to keep her eyes covered, because she knew if Pax saw her face, he’d retreat into the closed up version of himself.
He sounded surprised. “You can name that area?”
“Yes. Pax…did you touch my clit?”
For a second, she thought he’d deny it. But he seemed to realize this was big. This was a breakthrough.
“Yes.”
“Touch it again.”
His touch was lighter, more clinical this time. But no matter. She had Pax right where she wanted him—his finger on her clit. Her goddamn clit. She’d fantasized about this moment countless times, though in her fantasies there was nothing clinical about it.
“Yes.” She wanted to weep. “I can’t describe the sensation. I’ve been so long without touch—and in that one spot, well, two spots, really—I can have human contact. Real touch. Will you give me more?”
He touched along her labia.
“That’s the right side of my lips.”
This time she heard his intake of breath. Jesus, voicing it made it so much hotter.
He skimmed the other side.
“Left side.”
He touched the top of her mons.
“I feel it, but it’s not as pleasurable.”
“Hmm.”
“Pax?”
“Serena.” The sexy way her name rolled off his tongue made her insides clench.
“Will you touch me inside?”
She sensed that he was about to refuse. When he finally spoke, her hopes were dashed. “We’re on dangerous ground here. This is borderline unprofessional—”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Talk yourself out of helping me. This is help, Pax. Do you understand that? No one can touch me. No one but you. And the touch is what is teaching my nerves to differentiate between pleasure and pain. Now, man up and stick it in me.”
For once, he didn’t argue. Didn’t think. He just plunged his ever-loving, delicious, thick middle finger deep into her pussy. And said the dirtiest, most unprofessional statement she’d ever heard from his lips.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled.
He used her own lube to smear up on her lips, her clit. Even her nipples. Then he gathered more liquid and swirled it round and round her clit, amping her already charged desire.
“Pax,” she squirmed, breathless. Professionalism was now out the window.
And suddenly it was too much. He pulled away and spun on his heel, walking from the room abruptly. Leaving her high and dry and aching inside.
But not before she got a glimpse of the wood he sported.
Chapter Four
Pax:
FUCK NO. JUST FUCK no. There was only so much a male could take. The image of Serena squirming under his touch, her gorgeous, pink-tipped globes jiggling. Her flat belly, her smooth mound. Silky, soft skin, fresh and new.
The glaze on her pink-tinged pussy.
His erection was painful as he walked awkwardly to his personal quarters. Once inside, he ripped the bubble from around him. And since he was in a ripping mode, he ripped the scrubs from the waist to his neckline, exposing his chest.
His pierced nipples.
He pulled the waistband of his scrubs down over his hips, sank into a comfy chair, and gripped his cock in his hand, frapping furiously. Hell, he didn’t even need lube he produced so much pre-cum.
He could imagine her smell. He could almost smell her arousal as she coated his fingers. Remembering, he brought his fingers up to his nose but dammit to hell. He’d flung the bubble—which had coated his hand—away. There was nothing left of her to smell.
So he focused on the memory, her legs splayed open at the knees, her labia spread open to show the fleshy lips in all of their new-skinned perfection.
He imagined sinking down to capture that barely pink, delicate nipple in his mouth, the areola large and round.
He roared as the orgasm began—but suddenly twisted into pain, making him cum harder and longer as six of his aspects burst out.
They were dressed the same way he was, in a torn scrub top and the bottoms jerked down to their thighs, their cocks hard as fucking flagpoles.
They collapsed onto the carpet, their cocks jetting streams of cum along with his. Panting, he laid back to recover—the same way they had.
“So not the fucking time to erupt,” he growled.
“And miss out on that fun?” The Hedonist panted.
“What brought this mood on?” Impatience asked.
“Nothing.” Despite his cock being drenched, Pax flipped his scrubs up over it, wincing at the uncomfortable wetness between his skin and fabric.
“Whose turn is it to go sit with Serena?” Happy asked, staring up at the ceiling, replete.
“Give her some time,” Pax barked. “We just had a breakthrough. We think we know how to desensitize her bio-skin, and re-sensitize her original skin. Touch. We were avoiding touch because it caused her pain, until we started using the bubble. Now, touching her with the bubble on should help both of her skins to act as one.”
“So, massage?” Happy asked. “I can do that. Lust can do that.”
So that was the name the Hedonist was using these days? “Yeah. But like I said, give her some time.”
Lust stared at him shrewdly. “Massaging her gorgeous body is what got you hot and bothered?”
“Which is why I said leave her alone. Give her time.” Pax wasn’t sure how many times he had to growl it.
“If you were this worked up, imagine how she is. She can’t touch herself, you fucking asshole.” Lust exploded, sitting up, not even caring that his spent cock hung out in all its glory.
“She’s not worked up,” Pax said, but even to his own ears, his voice didn’t sound convincing. “It was professional.”
“The woman hasn’t been touched in nearly a year. Let me go in there.”
“No,” Pax growled. “She can’t deal with the likes of you. Happy, you go. She jokes and teases the way you do. You can visit with her today, but don’t lead her on. Keep it professional. Clinical.”
Lust nodded and Pax got the feeling he was placating him. Which is exactly why Pax wouldn’t send him.
No, Happy would go. Happy would handle things. She liked Happy.
Serena:
“Hello, my pretty.” Pax breezed back into the room nearly an hour later.
Damn if the man didn’t blow hot and cold. But the teasing term of endearment clued her in as to his mood. When he was light and carefree, he tended to call her my pretty. It was crazy, and a year ago she would swear he was different people sometimes. Hell, sometimes she still swore it.
“You’re back.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit shrewish. Frustration would do that to a girl.
He faltered as if guilty. Odd. Most of the time, he didn’t even remember most of his previous visits. She didn’t know what the deal was with the sexy Xeno Sapien, but apparently, being a genius meant he had some short callings in other departments, like short-term memory.
“I’m back. Sorry about that. Leaving so abruptly.”
“I get it. You freaked out.”
“I did,” he whispered. “You see, I’ve never really been around humans.”
She gave a short bark of laughter. “I’ve never really been around a Xeno Sapien. And here you are…my whole life.” She was aware of the mocking tone in her voice as she swept he
r arm around her small medical room. But right now, she just didn’t care.
“It’s been hard, hasn’t it?” He sat next to her on the bed.
That was odd. He couldn’t wait to get away from her bed twenty minutes ago.
“Can I fix things?” he whispered.
“Fix things?”
He nodded. “I left to take care of matters. It occurred to me, you can’t do that, can you?”
She was sure her cheeks burned. She shook her head.
He continued on. “You can’t touch yourself.”
“No.” She took a deep breath. “I bathe using the sonic showers.”
“The only thing that can touch you is this bubble-suit I wear.”
“As you proved earlier.”
“Let me bring you to completion,” he said, leaning close enough so she could imagine she felt his breath curl at the side of her neck.
“What about keeping things professional?” she said drily. “I hardly think making me come can be classified as a clinical procedure.”
“It worked in the 19th century for Hysteria,” he mocked. Then something seemed to rove over his face. “I have a plan. I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want, whenever you want. On one condition.”
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
“You never, ever mention it. Once in a while, during one of my visits, I’ll ask you if you need me to. But after this session, we pretend it never happened. No matter what.”
“Why?”
“I have my reasons,” he said. “Trust me?”
“How can I not?” she said. “You’re my whole world, remember?”
“Someday, I’ll be more than that,” he whispered, reaching out to help her lie down. “Spread your legs, my pretty.”
There was no way she’d be able to come. This was too weird, too planned. But she didn’t take into account her oversensitive flesh when he skimmed over the inside of her thigh. How badly he’d always turned her on. Damn if she didn’t spike right into need—like instantly.
“Pax,” she moaned, and something strange roved over his face. Jealousy? How could that be? But thoughts were pushed out of her head at his touch.
“Knees up and wide, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”
As soon as she raised her legs, he took her ankles and spread them apart, forcing her labia to open for him.
“You look fucking delicious.” His mood seemed to blend a little. His usual happiness became wanton, but without the rigid control that had him walking away from her earlier.
“One day,” he promised. “One day we’re gonna figure out this skin of yours. And when that day comes, you won’t have a morning left when you don’t wake up to my tongue licking you awake. You hear me, Rena?”
She nodded. She wanted that so very much. But she couldn’t help but remember that after this day was over, they’d go back to being strangers.
Slowly he reached for her, the transparent bubble over his skin barely visible. He may have his sensation dulled from touch, but she wouldn’t. Her labia felt like it quivered in anticipation as his thick finger moved closer and then it was right there, sliding against her fevered flesh.
Pax went utterly still. “You’re drenched. You’re fucking dripping sweet honey.”
Going a couple of years without orgasms seemed to do that to a girl. She panted at the exquisite feel of his finger right there. Her back arched and her pelvis tilted, lifting herself a bit for him.
He began rubbing her hot, swollen flesh, using her own moisture as lube.
“You need my finger deep inside?” he growled.
A wild moan erupted from her throat. “Yes.”
His emerged on a ragged breath. “You need me to apply pressure to your clit?”
Her fists clenched. “Yes.”
His voice was hot smoke. “Let go, baby. Lean back and let me give you what you need.”
Strung taut, she trembled. Everything around them was drowned out by the pounding of her heart. She was stiff, her muscles tense with erotic tension.
A tortured groan ripped from him as he slowly pushed his trembling finger through her swollen folds, slipping deep into her core. She moaned in wild abandon. His sheathed thumb slicked heavily over her clit, making her shake when he repeated the movement over and over, rhythmically. Her hips rocked against him like she couldn’t stop, helplessly fucking his hand.
His pressure became heavier; his tempo increased. It didn’t take much. He pushed her right to the brink, the curling, snapping edge of her climax. She cried out, her back bowing, her nipples slicing through the air. He growled, he literally fucking growled as if he enjoyed her pleasure with her. He stared at her face, watching the tension break. Inside her, everything locked up, trapping his fingers, holding him within her for a brief moment before everything broke. She came on his fingers, her inner walls clenching and releasing, squeezing him over and over.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re tight. I can’t wait to have my cock in here one day.” Pax groaned as his breath came in hot, deep pants. She was barely aware of coming down from the most incredible high she’d ever ridden.
Slowly, his long fingers slipped from her pussy and he brought them to his mouth. His eyebrows knitted together. “Fuck. I can’t smell you. I can’t taste you.”
“No,” she whispered. “But you can rub your cock. Relieve the pressure.”
Frustration roved over his face when he realized he couldn’t even drop his pants to take it out. That meant she didn’t get to see Pax’s cock. She understood disappointment.
“This was supposed to be about you,” he muttered. “But I have no self control where you’re concerned.”
With a hand at her ankles, he yanked her legs down and then crawled over her naked form, his arms braced on either side of her. Anticipation curled in her midsection again.
“My turn. Wrap your legs around me, baby. And hold on for the ride.”
The feeling of his body braced on top hers was so intimate, so right. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and his eyes glittered down at her. Then he began rotating his hips, the pressure of his swollen bulge butted right up against her sensitive pussy. She rocked against him, mimicking his movements. Her heart quickened as he looked down, watching her breasts jiggle, seeing where he pressed up against her.
“One day you’ll be fucking me like this naked,” she whispered. “And that glorious cock that I’ve never seen will be buried in me balls deep.”
“Fuck. I love the sound of that.”
She swore she felt his bulge tighten even further as he ground against her. And then it was too much; another powerful orgasm shuddering through her as he pounded against her clit.
He collapsed on top of her, panting, his arms still holding the bulk of his body weight.
Suddenly he sprang from her. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“What?”
“The bubble’s breaking off,” he said. “The combination of heat and wet.”
A wet splotch coated his pants. He came so much, he soaked his pants.
“I’m sorry, gorgeous,” he said, looking regretful. “I have to leave you. When the bubble collapses, I may forget and reach for you.”
“I get it.”
“I don’t mean to hump and run.” A wry expression twisted his lips.
It made her laugh out loud. “I don’t mind a hump and run,” she said.
“Just remember. When I come back, not a word unless I ask you if you need it again, okay?”
It was still a puzzling request. But she could do this. “Okay. But…give me a reason. A hint as to why. Anything.”
He paused as if pondering the right words. “When you were moved from the hospital to the lab, we—I mean, I had a meeting with Robyn. She stressed that you would be alone here. Cut off from human contact. And might feel like you were at my mercy. Let’s just go with that and not think any more about it. I just want you to know that meeting occurred.”
He puckered and ble
w her a silent kiss before backing away. Off toward his lab, she heard the door close.
What the hell? Dr. Robyn thought Pax might take advantage of her? That was so unlike Pax, she couldn’t imagine Robyn ever saying that. There had to be another factor involved. Maybe the guy had split personalities? Maybe he had only wanted to make her come when a certain personality came out?
But that theory was shot when over the next few days, one by one, his other “personalities” each asked to make her come—as if one hadn’t already. She pretended ignorance, just like he asked her. And she shook her head yes each time he asked. The first couple of times, she thought it was a joke. But no. He never remembered asking. But when he was pure lust, he asked her if he could make her come. One day he was impatient, short with the world. Frustrated with the work in the labs he was doing. He asked her if he could give her an orgasm. Yet he’d blushed. That orgasm was a bit clinical and she wanted to tell him, but by the time he gave her the next one, he relaxed a bit and she just enjoyed.
But it was so odd. Each episode was new. As if he was a different person. Something was going on.
But strangely enough, she wasn’t touched by his reserved personality. The one she’d come to think of as the true Pax—because he was the only one who’d never actually flinched when she called him by his name—was the only one who hadn’t fingered her. Not since the first day when he discovered she could feel his touch.
Perhaps…she’d search the other lab. See if she could find anything to give her a clue as to his malady. Not that she was ever left alone in the other extension of the lab.
But sometimes…sometimes when Pax stayed with her through the night, she was aware he studied her, thinking she was asleep. Why didn’t he speak to her?
Chapter Five
PAX WAS IN ONE OF his more standoffish moods. The original mood, not the short-tempered one. His hands skimmed over her back, her shoulders, her buttocks. One day maybe she’d be able to have a massage with lotion or oil. For now, it was simply the bubble between his hands and her skin.
