“Oh fuuuuckk…”
I felt it as she came—her inner walls crashing down on my fingers as she released all over my face. I licked up what I could, and fuck, that was good. She spasmed for a long time, and I kept teasing her until she lay there completely spent, her hand still gently resting on my head.
I looked up at her from between her legs and saw her breasts heaving, flushed a perfect red along with her face.
That was better.
She pushed up onto her elbows and looked down at me. There was a confused look on her face, but I knew she was just processing.
I wish I could see her face when she realized she’d never have another night like this one—and that all those rich boys would leave her wanting. I’d have to settle for just fucking her until she came around my cock for real this time.
“Why did you do that?” Her eyes were defocused, still lost in space.
“You complaining? I don’t like when things aren’t even.” I crawled over her, my weight bearing down on her as I slid my hard cock along the smooth skin of her stomach, my piercing catching slightly. “Almost as much as I don’t like liars.” I leaned down and bit the flesh at the crook of her neck, and she arched up into me with a perfect whimper.
I pulled back, and there was just enough fear in her eyes to have me twitching, leaking all over her stomach.
Then her eyes sharpened again, and she rolled off the bed.
“I need to…” She didn’t finish before fleeing into the bathroom.
I flopped onto my back, stroking myself. The sink turned on.
She had five minutes to collect herself before I busted into that bathroom and fucked her against the filthy sink.
I kept pumping my cock to stay hard and reached for my Vysor. Might as well check in—I was technically still working.
I slipped it on. No new messages.
Strange, especially when we were out on a job like this. I recorded a memo and sent it to Maddox. But instead of confirmation, a red error popped up.
Message not sent.
A frown pulled at my lips. I flipped through a few more screens until—
Communication System Malfunction.
Fuck.Guess I wasn’t getting another round in.
I flung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled on my pants, standing up to close the clasp, when the entire floor of the building shook.
“Fuck, what was—”
But another tremor rocked the floor, and this time I heard it: the distinctive sound of a Stellarium explosion. White light poured in through the negligible window in the room, and my suspicions were confirmed.
An attack—and likely on the Green District data center, based on the location. And I had no fucking comms.
I scrambled to the door, when the sound of the running sink stopped me.
Cy, don’t fucking stop.
I hadn’t told her my name.
I’d felt the tiny pulse of electricity when she grabbed me in the bar. It had reacted with my Flux—like calling to like. I’d been so fucking hard I hadn’t paid attention. So ready to ruin her that I didn’t realize she was fucking playing me.
I grabbed my gun from the holster and kicked down the bathroom door.
“Bitch, you better—”
