Sci-fi Nights: Alpha bad boys & wild girls of futuristic romance

by Calinda B

  She lifted her head, about to argue when he was there. His large body blanketed hers, hair roughened thighs spreading hers even farther. The frame held her motionless as he pressed the hard head of his cock against her slick lips, taking his own sweet time as he rubbed against her aching clit.

  She slammed her head back against the frame, trying to resist the temptation to just yell and demand that he fuck her. Not only would it blow their cover, the smug expression he’d get would just make her want to smack him upside the head again.

  Getting bored. Christ, I’ve seen more action out of an octogenarian.

  The growl should have warned her she’d stepped over the line. She didn’t get the chance to process the information as a warning before he parted her lips and shoved his cock balls deep into her. Her breathing caught in her throat as her body stretched almost to the point of pain, the soft flesh of her feminine channel yielding to his hardened masculinity. Hell, he was big. She’d known that from earlier, but having him rubbing against her was entirely different than having that thick, heavy cock inside her.

  Fuck me, stay still. You’re so fucking tight.

  He clamped big hands over her hips as he held still. She forced herself to breathe, relishing the feeling of being full. She’d never felt so stuffed with cock in her life. But a big cock didn’t make for a good shag. If he could actually use it, then she’d be in heaven.

  The full feeling faded, leaving her antsy and filled with the need to move. She bit her lip as she struggled against it, but she couldn’t help the tiny jerk of her hips. Even from that tiny movement, sensation hit her blindside. Delicious friction as his thick shaft pressed against the sensitive walls of her pussy. She held onto her lower lip with her teeth and rolled her hips again, Tann’s expletive merging with the heavy cascade of pleasure.

  Do that again, baby…and this ain’t gonna take long. Not long at all.

  His movements slick and sure, he pulled back until he was almost out of her body, then surged forward again in a powerful movement. Tension and awareness sizzled between them as pleasure coursed through her veins. He moved again, setting up a hard and fast rhythm that stole her breath and ate away at her higher mental functions.

  She moved with him, tilting her hips for the best angle. With her arms and legs spread she couldn’t touch him, the lack of tactile sensation driving her mad. Spreading his legs wider for better leverage, he took her with a power and passion she’d never felt before. His heavy body moved over her, within her. Driving deep into her pussy with each stroke, his balls slapped against her ass with a soft, fleshy sound.

  She moaned, twisting her hands in the manacles to try and get a hold of something, anything, to ground her. It was hot, sweaty sex at its best—rough and hard—and she loved it. Arching her back, she urged him on. The tiny noises she made were ones of encouragement rather than denial. With each stroke, he drove the tension in her body higher, and at the end of each heavy thrust, he added a small roll of his hips.

  She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as her clit was caught and ground between them; a sudden burst of pleasure exploded through her body. He growled in triumph as she released another hot wave of excitement over his cock and did it again. And again.

  With each frame-jarring thrust he added the hip roll until she panted and trembled. She was so close to the edge she felt her release building to a frenzy, like the tumultuous seas below a cliff. She held her breath. Bit her lip. Her body strained toward his as he pulled back again. Just one more thrust, one more roll and she knew she would tumble over.

  In that instant, he looked down and snared her with his gaze. He didn’t say anything, aloud or over the telepathic link, but she felt the connection. A soul-deep connection, as though he saw all the way into her heart and knew all the hopes and dreams she kept hidden there. The longing for someone to call her own, beyond a quick fuck or a dirty weekend…the fear that her lifestyle was just too different for any man to want to claim her and call her his own.

  “Mine.”

  His growl contained both possession and confirmation as he dropped his head and claimed her lips. No sweet kiss, he parted them and swept his tongue against hers at the same instant he slammed his hips against hers.

  Need, desire and longing all coalesced into one endless moment of pleasure. It drew her body out like it was on a rack, stretching and pulling at her as every cell filled with the perfect feeling. Eternity filled the space between one heartbeat to the next, one breath and its successor.

  She came back with a rush, her body shattering under his hands and screamed her pleasure only to have it swallowed by his kiss. He growled against her lips, the sound almost feral as the pace of his thrusts increased.

  Hunched protectively over her, his arm snaked around her waist and he half-pulled her from the embrace of the frame. Slamming into her again and again, each thrust prolonged her pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking it with rhythmic contractions. His movements changed from powerful and fluid through to brutal and ragged. Each stroke accompanied by a short grunt, until finally, he drove inside her one last time.

  He threw his head back, his body stiff as a board as he howled his release. Deep within her, his cock pulsed, bathing her cervix in his hot seed. For an instant she regretted the contraceptive implant buried deep in the flesh of her arm.

  “Fucking hell,” he muttered, pulling her protectively against his body as he leaned against the frame and fought for breath. They were both covered in sweat and the musk of sex. Naz clenched strong internal muscles around his cock and grinned as he swore at her.

  Guys, you ready for the big finale? Del’s voice broke over the telepathic link, a hint of amusement telling her the other woman knew exactly what they’d been up to.

  Oh, I think you missed that one, she purred as Tann slipped out of her and reached up to unlock her wrists. Once she had one free she ran it across his shoulder in a proprietary gesture. After this, there was no way she was letting him go. Your brother here is quite the leading man.

  Del made a sound of disgust over the link. Way too much information. Tell him to put it away before we get in there, I don’t want to see his equipment hanging out all over the place. Okay, entry in five…four…

  Tann unlocked her remaining wrist and ripped away the Velcro restraints on her ankles. With relief, she closed her legs, feeling the small trail of Tann’s seed trickle down her thigh. No time for clean up.

  Three…

  “Bravo! Perfect!” On the other side of the room, Gult clapped his hands in delight.

  Two…

  The pleasure king, turned leech, sat on the edge of his “throne”, with the girl they were here to rescue on the end of what appeared to be a chain and leash at his feet. His eyes, deep-set and glittering with unhealthy lust, were trained on Naz.

  “I want her on her back, bring in some other guys, I want to see them all fuck her!”

  One!

  Knowing what was coming, neither Naz nor Tannick flinched as the doors and overhead windows exploded inward. Black clothed figures swarmed through the openings, Del and the unmistakable form of Rogue, dropping from above on rappel lines.

  “Heads up!” Del yelled as she twisted on her line, drew two pulse pistols from her thigh holsters and threw them. Adrenalin surged through Naz as she snatched the weapon out of the air. Even naked with Tann’s scent all over her, she was a mercenary. A damn good one.

  The fire-fight was fast and furious, bolts sizzling through the air in all directions. The mercenary team cut Gult’s bodyguards down like toy soldiers. The man himself screamed and cowered on his couch. She suspected he’d have tried to disappear up his own arse if he could.

  The last bodyguard dropped to the floor lifeless and silence descended. Cautiously, Gult looked up, his panicked gaze flicking from her to Tann, both naked as the day they were born.

  “Kelran Gult…” Tann began, stepping forward, drawing all eyes. “…I’m arresting you on charges of kidnappi
ng, obstructing the course of justice and being an all round asshole. Nothing you say will be taken down and used against you in a court of law. And please, feel free to resist arrest. The lads here missed all the action, so I’m sure they’d appreciate the workout.”

  Gult went white, looking around at the stern-faced group. “Y—you can’t do this! I have rights!”

  Behind him, Del shoved him forward and cuffed his hands behind his back with quick, none-too-kind movements. She hauled him to his feet and shoved him at Rogue who grinned, the small tattoo on his cheeks that marked him as a cyborg making Gult pale even more.

  “Rights? Oh no, Mr. Gult. I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake. You’ve mistaken us for people who give a shit. Now move before I decide to find out what your lower intestinal tract looks like. I heard a rumour it can fill a room as big as this.” The large cyborg paused, his expression thoughtful. Then regretful. “Of course to test this theory I would need to remove said lower intestine, slice it open and lay it out carefully. It is doubtful you’d survive the procedure. But I don’t mind testing the theory.”

  Rogue pushed a now very quiet Gult toward the door as the team medic checked the girl over. Del turned to them, wrinkling her nose at Tann’s state of undress.

  “Okay, I think that’s a wrap. Orders, boss man?”

  Tannick wrapped a brawny arm around Naz’s naked waist and pulled her to his side. She looked up to catch the sexy little look, full of heat and promise that he slid her.

  “Right now? Get the girl to her family, get Gult to the jail and collect the bounty.”

  Del frowned a little. “Both? Why, what are you going to be doing?”

  Tannick grinned as he lifted Naz into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, but wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. “You’re a big girl,” he told his sister. “Work it out. Don’t expect us back for at least a week.”

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