by Various
“I wonder if I might ask a favor?”
Oooh…sure. Slide over here and unzip those jeans.
“Um, sure. What?”
“Could you slip the virtual system on for a moment so that I can run my checkup software?”
“Okay.” So he didn’t want that sort of favor. God, they’d just met. What was she thinking? That he might be getting a major input of “Lust Uncensored” from some vibes she was probably throwing out? She slapped her inner slut upside the head and sat in her chair, taking the cables and VR sensors from him and fitting them to her hands.
He moved behind her and delicately brushed her hair away from her ears as he slipped the headband into place.
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She bit back a moan of pleasure as his hands caressed her cheek.
“How’s that?” His voice was low and a little hoarse.
“Gooood.” She breathed rapidly, fighting down the urge to tear off the equipment and do a variety of things to him, three of which were probably illegal in some states.
His hands dropped lightly onto her shoulders for a fleeting moment, burning her skin through the thin robe.
“Now call up your program…” His head was next to hers, his breath a whisper against her ear. Who knew ears were such a sexual turn on? Christ, she was getting wet.
She pressed her thighs together and did as she was told without thinking. She gasped when she realized what she’d done.
Before her on the screen, in all his glory, was Joshua.
Behind her, in all his glory, was Josh.
Oh fuck.
* * * * *
Josh fought to control his urges, but seeing himself, bald and naked on the screen, tipped him over the edge. He knelt down behind Andy and nuzzled her neck. She shivered.
“You know, I thought it was a joke when the techs used my photo for that model.”
He kept his voice low and casual, although it damn near gave him a hernia to do it.
“You…you did?”
“Uh huh. But now…now I’m rather glad.”
“You are?”
He chuckled silently . Oh yeah, Andy, your systems are up and running very nicely. “I am. Do you know why?”
She gulped and shook her head, still staring at the body on the screen.
He leaned even closer. “Because…” He drew a breath as he glanced down. Her robe had loosened and the curves of her breasts were glowing at him, drawing his hands, his tongue and probably his wallet out of his back pocket.
He refocused with an effort. “Because, Andy, you get to see me naked.”
She jumped a little.
“And you know what else I like about this system?”
“No?” It was a squeak.
He grinned. “It’s interactive.”
She swallowed. “I know.”
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“But do you know how interactive?” He raised one hand and stroked her softness, finding a spot between her neck and her shoulder that made her shudder.
“No?” The squeak came again.
“Well…” He drawled the word out, dragging his fingers in concert. “It’s so interactive that if you were to load another figure, like perhaps one you’d created yourself…let’s call it ‘AJ’…”
Her gasp thrust her breasts forward, and Josh held his breath.
In one swift move she ripped the sensors off and swiveled her chair around in a sharp twist. She nearly knocked him over, but he regained his balance and found himself where he’d wanted to be since he first set eyes on her image.
Right between her thighs.
“It was you!” Her yell was piercing and he winced. “Somehow you interconnected with my program. You were controlling Joshua. It was you who…who…” made me come like that.
Her eyes widened and her voice dropped into a whisper. “Oh God. It was you…”
He slid his hands onto her thighs and leaned close.
“Yeah. It was me.”
And he kissed her.
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Chapter 6
The second his lips touched hers, Andy lost control. She forgot where she was, who she was and what she was doing.
All she could focus on was Josh. His mouth. His tongue. His heat as he pulled her from the chair and tumbled them both onto the floor. His hands were everywhere at once and she could think of at least a dozen more places she wanted them.
Without a thought she ripped his shirt open and ran her hands up and down his chest.
“You were on the other end of that…that…whatever it was,” she muttered.
Josh tore his mouth away from her breast to answer her. “Damn, Andy, it’s never been like that before. I thought I was going to die.”
“Me too. I never…it hasn’t…oh…yeah…right there…”
Josh’s lips were nibbling beneath her nipple and his tongue was doing wild and crazy things to the aching bud. He sucked her deep into his mouth and she groaned.
Josh groaned too. She felt the bulge in his jeans as he pressed into her, and any thought of caution disappeared. She wanted that wonderful Louisville slugger up at bat. Right this minute.
She reached for his jeans and unsnapped them with unerring dexterity. Maybe years of video game playing were finally going to pay dividends. She slid the zipper down carefully, gasping a little as he fell free into her hands. Good God, no briefs.
“I…I don’t wear…” His voice was hoarse as Andy caressed him. Warm skin slid over hard muscle, rippled and ridged and tipped with a head that she couldn’t have improved on if she’d used every single morph available on the ‘net.
“Yeah. That’s good. I like this…”
She grasped his jeans and pulled them down as he toed off his shoes. They fought with their clothes, ripping fabric from flesh until they were both naked. And touching.
“Oh man…” Josh rubbed his body over hers.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “So much better. Sooooo much better.”
Their lips met, clashing, tongues looping and tangling within each other’s mouths.
Hungry for him, Andy’s hands groped and clutched him, running from hip to shoulder and back down again with extreme pleasure.
He groaned as she dug her fingers into his buttocks, and he rolled them over, setting her astride him. “I need to be inside you.”
She watched through a fog of heat as he scrabbled with protection and sheathed himself.
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“I need you too.” She placed her hands on his chest, over his nipples and moved her palms, feeling the small buds harden beneath her touch. She raised her eyes and stared into his.
Heat stared back at her. Heat, and desire, and something else. A sensual need was glowing from the teal blue depths, and a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the sex.
She wanted him inside her, but it wasn’t just her cunt that needed his cock. It was her heart that needed his touch. He was her Josh, her Joshua come to life. The man she’d created fantasies around, dreamed of during her solo sessions with her vibrator, and fallen asleep thinking about.
She eased herself up and found his cock, positioning it within the swollen folds that were now slick with her own juices. Slowly, oh so slowly, she sank down.
And found heaven.
Josh was already there. His angel image was real. Hot, wet, and slipping down over his cock like they’d been designed from the same specifications. They fit. No squirming, no effort to find the right position, just a slide of pleasure that damn near blew his ears off.
Her eyes closed as she began to move on him. He watched, spellbound, as her breasts rose and fell and her lips parted. She tossed her head back in that little move he’d seen the image of AJ make on the “Model Man” control panel, and it drove him crazy.
His hips thrust up, deeper into her, all the way to her heart. He wanted her with every single fiber in him, and then some. He wa
nted her to come, he wanted to come with her and he wanted to do it again. And again. And never stop.
Ms. Andrea Jane Thompson was his perfect woman. There wasn’t a teeny doubt in his mind. She was smart, attractive, sexy as all hell, and everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. In that moment, Josh admitted the truth to himself. In a matter of microseconds, he’d gone and lost his heart to an image on his monitor, and the reality was even better. This, in his mother’s words, was the one. His matchhis mate. The one who could stop his heart, rev up the speed of his microprocessor into the red zone, and overload his hard drive.
And she was coming on top of him. Little whimpers escaped from her lips and her muscles were tightening around him. He slid one hand to her belly and traced a line with his fingers down to her pussy. He spread the lips apart and searched for that spot…she cried out…yeah, that spot. Hot damn.
He pressed gently, and in spite of his delicate touch, Andy’s response was explosive.
She came. In waves of spasms around his cock, shuddering wildly and screaming out his name.
“Josh…”
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He gave her a few moments then rolled them once more, still deep inside her and still feeling the tremors of her orgasm around his cock. He moved back, pulling away and then letting her body draw him back into her fire.
“More,” she moaned. “More, Josh…come with me.”
He was only too ready to do just that. His hips hammered her thighs, his balls slapped her body, and sweat dripped off his nose. He’d never taken a woman with such eagerness, or such a longing to watch her as he came inside her.
He got his wish.
Josh’s spine electrified and his buttocks clenched. “Andy…Andy…” His voice was hoarse as his balls tightened into knots and pulsed with the need to blast into her.
“Josh… now! ”
Her scream tipped him over the edge and he exploded into the orgasm to end all orgasms. Long aching pulses swept over him and he could feel his cock spurting violently into Andy. Her body met his with more spasms of her own, and she came again, milking him dry with her cunt.
Their cries echoed together, and they grabbed each other tight, looking for something… anything…to hold on to as they traveled the incredible journey into their release.
Sighing, Josh unlocked his elbows and watched Andy, as she lay panting beneath him.
She gasped for air. “Holy fucking shit.”
A tired grin crossed his face. He really loved this woman. Not only was she his perfect match in all things, but she could swear worse than him. What more could a man ask for?
* * * * *
Josh and Andy snuggled together in Andy’s office chair. Andy was sprawled comfortably in Josh’s lap as he ran a finger lovingly over her damp skin. “Damn, woman, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She grinned. “Pretty much what you do to me, I’d guess.”
“Mmm.” He was too contented to breathe. His muscles were limp from their loving, and his body was humming something soft and jazzy.
“I have to tell you something, though…” She leaned over and nibbled his earlobe.
“What, honey?”
“It’s better in real reality.”
Josh’s lips curved into a grin. “It sure is.” He glanced over at the screen and something caught his eye. “What the…”
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Andy turned her head and looked too. “That’s odd.”
Josh clenched his teeth. “That little fucker.”
“Who?”
“The Squirrel.”
“Huh?”
Josh slid the chair closer to the monitor, holding Andy tight. He wasn’t about to let her away from him under any circumstances, but he needed a good look at what that little shit was up to.
He filled Andy in on his boss. “So he’s done everything but take a hammer to this project since the get-go. I’ll bet you anything he’s in my office right now, strapping on that virtual reality gear, and planning on fucking it all up.”
Andy was silent for a moment, and then her eyes turned naughty. “Josh…” She moved her hand to her mouse. “I have an idea.”
Josh paused. There was something in her expression that told him he was going to like whatever it was.
“Look.” She opened a new graphic.
Josh goggled. A huge blue alien had appeared on the screen. It had to translate to something in the range of seven feet tall, and had a cock the size of an elephant. An aroused elephant. It also had breasts.
The Joshua 4.0 image was stumbling, turning one knee inside out, and generally contorting itself into a variety of uncomfortable positions. Frickin’ Squirrel. As inept with the VR unit as he was with everything else.
“Um, Andy? What the hell is that thing?”
She giggled. “It’s Ro’ath’Min Kaln. A sci-fi erotica group I do some graphics for wanted it. It’s from a hermaphrodite species in a galaxy…”
“Let me guess… far, far away, right?”
“I sure hope so.” She clicked again. “But the thing is, these aliens? They’re only happy if they’re having sex up the ass. With other aliens.”
On the screen, poor Joshua 4.0 stumbled once again and landed on forearms and knees, buttocks in the air, nose down. He stared intently at the floor.
Christ above, Squirrel was useless.
Andy slipped the VR sensors onto Josh’s hands and placed the headband around his ears. “Now, I’m thinking that perhaps your rodent-person might like to make a new friend.”
Josh could feel his face crease into a huge smile. Damn, he loved this woman. “I love you, Andrea Jane Thompson.”
“I know.” She smirked. “I love you too, Josh Miles.”
“Smile at me like that again and I’ll have to show you how much.”
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“Ooooh…really?” She slid her legs around and straddled Josh, heedless of the cables coming from his hands. His cock, which was now signaling that it had recovered nicely from its rest, thank you, and would like some more, please, was very happy indeed.
Neither noticed the image of Ro’ath’Min Kaln moving around on the screen, taking up a position behind the recumbent figure of Joshua.
With gentle eagerness, Josh cupped Andy’s buttocks and eased them apart, opening her for his cock. Her cunt was still wet and hot, and she sighed as he lowered her down, filling her with all that he had.
As Josh moved, so did the alien on the monitor. Ro’ath’Min Kaln’s hands cupped Joshua’s buttocks.
Josh felt Andy’s body welcome his. Oh sweet fucking Jesus. He could do this for the rest of his days and die a happy man.
He thrust up with his hips, sinking deep into his woman, losing his mind and finding his soul. It was bliss. It was heaven. It was virtually priceless.
Josh smiled.
And on a flickering monitor in a quiet corner office of a corporate building a couple of miles away, the image of Ro’ath’Min Kaln mimicked the actions of his controller as he leaned in to the image of Joshua 4.0 and thrust with his hips.
The Squirrel’s howling scream echoed through the silent and darkened hallways.
Ro’ath’Min Kaln was a happy alien.
And, as all happy aliens do, he smiled.
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About the author:
Sahara Kelly was transplanted from old England to New England where she now lives with her husband and teenage son. Making the transition from her historical regency novels to Romantica™ has been surprisingly easy, and now Sahara can’t imagine writing anything else. She is dedicated to the premise that everybody should have fantasies.
Sahara welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.
Also by Sahara Kelly:
A Kink In Her Tails
The Glass Stripper
Guardian’s Of Time 1: Alana’s Magic Lamp
Guardians of Time 2: Finding The Zero-G Spot
Hansell and Gretty
The Knights Elemental
Madam Charlie
Magnus Ravynne and Mistress Swann
Mesmerized
Mystic Visions
Partners In Passion 1: Justin and Eleanor
Persephone’s Wings
Peta And The Wolfe
Sizzle
The Sun God’s Woman
Tales Of The Beau Monde 1: Lying With Louisa
Tales Of Beau Monde 2: Miss Beatrice’s Bottom
Tales Of Beau Monde 3: Lying With Louisa
Tales Of Beau Monde 4: Pleasuring Miss Poppy
BARBARIAN
Kate Douglas
Kate Douglas
Chapter 1
“You gave drugs to young women, some of them barely out of childhood. Drugs that brought them to a sexual peak and left them there…screaming, begging for release.
Then you sold those poor girls, profited off their innocence and pain. How does it feel, Barbarian? How does it feel to hang there, your body screaming? Do you enjoy the ultimate pleasure? Does this please you?”
He groaned, fighting the drug that had kept him hard for more hours than he could remember. Drugs alone that would have been bad enough, but she’d touched him, stroked his hard shaft, wrapped her small hands gently around his balls in a parody of lovemaking. Brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over again—to the edge but not beyond.
His balls had quit aching hours ago. Now completely numb, they merely pressed against his body in a futile attempt to escape the pain and pleasure of her touch.
Goddess…he’d hated her just hours ago. Now he craved her. Craved her touch, her voice. Why?
Barbarian? She called him Barbarian. His name? An epithet? It didn’t matter any more. All that mattered was release, the end of this sensual, tactile torture.
Release only she could give.
He opened his eyes, blinded by the light focused narrowly on his immobile body.
His hair hung wet and matted against his shoulders and he could smell the stink of pain and fear on his own carcass. His arms ached, tied over his head with soft leather straps anchored to an iron ring in the ceiling. The bindings cut into his wrists, though he held tightly with both fists to relieve some of the pressure. His ankles burned from the shackles holding his feet apart.
