No Limits (6 page)
She cried out wordlessly as he tormented her engorged clit. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to her.
“Are you real?” she whispered.
“Thanks to you,” he breathed deeply, then dipped back down, suckling her flesh, making her entire body tremble. His fingers thrust inside her at the same moment he tugged her clit with his lips, thrashing the bud with his tongue in a quick trilling motion. She screamed, and cataclysmic release ripped through her like a whirlwind.
On and on it went, with him guiding her body through one orgasm, barely letting her down before boosting her up as another wave crashed through her. He kept his movements sure and confident, reveling in her absolute bliss. After too short a time, she tugged him away, begging, just like he’d wanted. “Please, no more.”
He owed her everything. As he moved back, his mind whirled. How could he explain it all to her, make her understand?
A beautiful flush of red stained her cheeks and she bit her lip. “So, I guess you’re Marshal.”
He didn’t want to lie to her. After all, she was his savior, and he needed her strong emotions to help sustain him until he could be reunited with his body. His ephemeral form could only accomplish so much. While his flesh and soul remained separated, the threat of imprisonment in the candle was very real.
Staring into her beautiful violet eyes, he dismissed the tender feelings he longed to nurture and moved ahead with what had to be done.
“Yes, yes, I am.”
6
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he soft locks of his red-gold hair brushed over her legs as he moved back, putting space between them as though he recognized her need to gather her thoughts. “You are a truly magnificent gift, Gen. Never have I felt desire the way you experience it.”
he soft locks of his red-gold hair brushed over her legs as he moved back, putting space between them as though he recognized her need to gather her thoughts. “You are a truly magnificent gift, Gen. Never have I felt desire the way you experience it.”
Maybe her brain was addled from the glorious release, but something about his words seemed peculiar. She surveyed him now from a distance and found him just as mouthwateringly incredible. His skin had a honey hue, so unusual with that flame-colored hair. His face was hard, angular, with sharply bladed cheekbones and a cleft in his chin. However, it was his jade-green eyes and the fire burning within that nearly stopped her heart. His was not the face of a man who drifted through life content with the cards he’d been dealt. He possessed drive, purpose. He was hard everywhere, including the enormous erection pointed directly at her. God, how she wanted that inside her, stretching her, giving her another one of those cataclysmic orgasms.
But her embarrassment was stronger than her desire. Jeez, he’d walked right on in on her masturbating and had helped himself to her goodies. As Nana would say, that makes for a fine how-do-you-do!
She shuddered, really not comfortable thinking about Nana after what they had just been doing.
If she was a more experienced kind of girl, she would grab hold of that stiff cock and return the favor. It wouldn’t be a chore. Her tongue darted out as she thought about licking and sucking on him. In fact, she was sort of surprised he hadn’t suggested it already. But the small smile playing across firm masculine lips was one of satisfaction, as though he was content to simply look at her. To just be with her.
“Wow, you’re ... very different from the others.”
The smile grew as if he liked what she’d said. “How exactly?”
She thought about it for a beat. “I’m not really sure. It’s just a feeling, like you actually want to be here with me, instead of have to be here with me as part of your job.”
His green eyes glowed in the dim light. “I do want to be here with you, Gen. You have no idea how much.”
Her gaze dropped to his erection. “I’ve got a pretty decent idea.”
Easing up over the top of her, he guided her to lie back until his body surrounded hers like a living blanket. He zeroed in on her face. The intense connection she’d experienced when she’d first seen him returned, as if she’d been waiting for him all her life.
His red-gold hair formed a curtain around them as he rested his forehead against hers. “I know how much you want me. I can sense your needs.”
She felt her eyebrows draw together. “What do you mean?”
Their skin barely touched, but she felt as though he enveloped her completely. “I’m an empath.”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t know how to respond to his statement. An empath? Like a life-sized mood ring? She couldn’t think between his overwhelming presence and her body’s eager response to it. He stole her breath, scattered her already-frazzled wits.
He took advantage of the situation and swept his tongue into her mouth in a lusty kiss. His mouth tasted of salt and spice and her recent orgasm. Gen shivered as he tangled his tongue with hers in slow strokes, exploring her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. That rock-hard shaft brushed over her belly, and without conscious thought, she lifted her hips, letting her body ask for the fulfillment it desperately craved.
He didn’t hesitate to grab his erection and align it with her sex. His eyes remained fixed on her face, and he entered her in one smooth thrust.
Though she had thought her body had been adequately prepared, he stretched her on a rack somewhere between pleasure and pain. Too much, too soon and still not enough. He studied her face for a moment with a quizzical arch to his brow, as though they weren’t intimately joined, and then shifted his body up so he didn’t fill her quite as fully. Rocking back and forth, he slid in and out of her and pressed the base of his shaft against her clit.
Sensation swamped her. She cried out, digging her nails into his muscular shoulders, losing a piece of herself in his green eyes.
“Gods, Gen,” he gasped, leaning into his weight, pressing down harder on that sweet spot. “You amaze me.”
He slowly withdrew and rocked forward again, observing her every reaction to his movements. Tension coiled tighter in her core, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut for fear of losing herself completely.
He stilled. “No, sweetness, I need you to look at me. Open your eyes, let me see your pleasure.”
“I can’t ...” She shook her head wildly. “It’s too much.”
The feather-light touch of his lips brushed across her cheek. “Please. Let me see you.”
She could no more deny him than she could deny herself. Though her eyelids felt weighted down, she managed to look up at him.
He rewarded her with a glorious smile before rearing back and lifting her legs to his shoulders so he could thrust more deeply inside of her slick passage.
As his cock head stroked her G-spot, she gave in to the tide of release, holding his gaze the entire time.
He stayed within her until the last ripple of pleasure left. Then slowly he withdrew his still-hard shaft from her body. Lying on his side, he faced her as though entranced by the sight of her.
“You didn’t come?” she asked as she reached for him, curling her fingers around his erection, glorying in the intimate contact.
“I can’t.” He bucked into her hold, groaning into her mouth as he kissed her. This was what she wanted. No orchestration or awkward commands, just her enjoying him and him seeming to relish her. He made it so easy, the way she imagined sex with a professional ought to be. His cock was slick with her lube, and she swirled her thumb over the head, delighting in the skin-to-skin contact.
“Wait!” Gen gasped, shoving him away.
He released her at once. “What’s the matter?”
“My germ shield wasn’t up.” Licking her dry lips, she forced her gaze away. “I thought I was alone, so I didn’t activate my shield when you ... when we were ...”
“When I pleasured you.” He didn’t appear at all concerned. In fact, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the fire in his eyes, combined with his huge hard-on told her he would be more than willing to do it all again.
She reached for her robe, clearing her throat even as her pulse pounded. “This is serious, a health code violation.”
He moved closer until she could feel the heat off his body. The candle flickered, casting their shadows against the wall. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
She stared up into his eyes, and the temptation to pretend that what he suggested was completely acceptable nearly overwhelmed her. Pressing her fingertips to the bridge of her nose, she muttered, “It would be irresponsible, especially considering your line of work.”
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If it pleases you, by all means, use your health guard.”
She activated her shield. “What about you?”
His face didn’t hold a trace of guile as he said, “I do not have one.”
“What?” Gen scooted back, wary. “How is that even possible? Everyone is equipped with a permanent shield at adolescence. You can’t enter high school without one.”
He held his hands out, palms up. “I’m not a citizen of your world. Besides, it’s impossible for me to carry disease or impregnate you in this form.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
He paused, as though choosing his words carefully. “Right now, my body is an empathic projection. One I want to use to pleasure you endlessly, because your fulfillment makes me stronger, more real.”
She sucked in a breath as he drew his thumb along her collarbone, the sensual glide dulled somewhat by her germ shield. Again she was tempted to shut it off, but she didn’t know anything about Marshal. He could be lying through his teeth. “I’m not sure I’m up for this.”
Those luminous eyes searched hers. “You don’t need to pretend with me, Gen. I feel your desire. I can use it, stoke your fire until it burns hot and warms us both.”
The way he touched her, she had no doubt he could deliver on his promise.
He sucked on her ear and then breathed, “Do you want to watch them again?”
It took her brain a moment to catch up with her hormones. “You mean Steven and Javier?”
He smiled and the skin around his eyes crinkled, lending him a mischievous air. “You watched them earlier. Seeing the two of them together awoke your passions.”
How did he know about that? She narrowed her eyes on him, feeling as though she were missing something. With a wave of his hand, the wall between the rooms became transparent. She straightened up, totally awed by the spectacle of male flesh. Both men were still naked, their skin glistening in the light. Javier stood facing them, his erection jutting proudly. Steven had positioned himself behind his lover and rocked his hips in a slow, rhythmic dance. Gen gasped as he bit the tendons on Javier’s neck while caressing his hand over the other man’s swollen shaft. It took her a moment to realize what was missing.
“They don’t have their germ shields up.”
Marshal knelt behind her on the bed, mirroring Steven’s pose. His stiff erection prodded the small of her back through the thin fabric of her robe. His hands pulled the material away from her breasts, cupping them and kneading her aching flesh. “They are in love. Technology designed to distance people from one another has no place in true bonds of the heart.”
His fingers teased her nipples, and she leaned back into him, watching the erotic show he’d provided while enjoying his languorous touch. Her nails rasped over the fine red-gold hair on his arms, and she swayed slightly, enjoying his ministrations.
“Why does seeing them turn you on? Do you wish to join them?” he whispered in her ear as his fingers trailed down to her sex. His hands ghosted over her flesh, the tiny sparks having nothing to do with germ shields. Spreading her legs to grant him better access, she let him do with her as he would, eager to see and feel what would happen next.
They were beautiful together. Steven’s eyes grew heavy-lidded as he urged Javier to bend forward on the bed, his hands caressing the smaller man’s spine all the way down to the cleft of his ass. Marshal stroked her clit until she shivered.
Javier turned his head sideways to gaze up at his lover, trust and rapture written clearly across his face.
“No,” she breathed. “There’s no room for me in that scene. They only have eyes for each other.”
Marshal urged her down onto the mattress until she mirrored Javier’s receptive pose. Her sex was wetter than she’d ever been. His fingers trailed down the bumps of her spine until he filled her sheath from behind. Stroking the sensitive tissues and making her pant until she was desperate for more.
“Is it the unknown you crave, your desire to do that which you have never done?” To underscore his point, he circled her anus with a fingertip. She wanted to ask how he knew she’d never engaged in anal sex before, but what he was doing felt too sinful to challenge. She had no idea how he continued to keep his wits about him during this sensual interrogation. She could barely recall her own last name.
His hand slid farther down to delve into her saturated folds, and she gasped, reveling in his skillful touch. Rocking her hips back to meet his questing fingers, she shook her head. “That might be part of it, but there’s more.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Steven stroke his cock. Marshal withdrew from her, and she envisioned him doing the same thing behind her, coating her lube over his unshielded penis. She bit her lip when she felt the blunt head of his shaft probe the entrance to her body. As if they had choreographed it, Marshal and Steven thrust forward in sync. She and Javier cried out in unison, receptive to what their lovers needed to give.
Lost in the sensation of her flesh joined with his, she watched the erotic show next door, enjoying Marshal’s possession. Her germ shield didn’t even waver, lending credibility to his story that he had no real, solid genetic material. She would ask him more about it later.
Gen leaned her head on her folded arms and panted, torn between watching Javier and Steven’s pleasure and closing her eyes to enjoy the way her body was being thoroughly invaded.
Marshal made the choice for her. “Look at them again. Tell me what it is you want, Gen. What do you desire?” His fingertips swirled over her clit in time to the stirring of his cock in her wet channel.
She turned her head to face the wall, watching as Steven increased his pace, thrusting inside Javier while stroking his lover’s cock feverishly. Javier pushed back against the headboard, an eager recipient for everything Steven did. They worked each other, both lost in a shared dream turned reality. She turned away from the spectacle, ready with her answer. “It’s the feeling, the emotional connection with another person. The trust is what I want.”
His body stopped in mid-thrust, fit snuggly inside her, the head nestled up against her G-spot. “Then trust me. Let me love you the way you need to be loved.”
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