Touching Ice
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Surprise flickered in his expression as he stared at her. “Sex? Now?”
“I have no idea when we’re going to be alone again.”
The lift doors opened and they stepped out into another hallway. Megan walked to the first door and touched the pad. It didn’t open. Ice brushed her hand aside, placed his there, and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Reading the last input codes.” His eyes snapped open and he removed his hand, punched in five digits, and the door opened. He smiled, meeting her gaze. “Implants have their advantages.”
“I wish I could do that. Do all cyborgs have them?”
“Yes.” He paused. “I do know one who has nonfunctioning implants. Coal is the male who I asked to retrieve the bots. His were purposely damaged when he was enslaved and we were unable to fix them.”
“Did that happen when he was on Earth before your people escaped?”
“It’s a long story I’d rather not go into right now.”
She looked away from him and stepped into the dark room. The second she moved a few feet inside the living quarters, automated lights came on and she stopped in her tracks, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.
Ice nearly walked into her but just bumped her back slightly as he took in the room.
“What the…?”
“Now that’s a bed.” A huge four-poster monstrosity took up a lot of the living space in the room. Megan reached for the front of her shirt and unfastened it. “How do you wear this heavy material? I think my shoulders are going to hurt tomorrow.”
“It’s not the material but the lining that makes it so heavy. It has an enforced mesh sewn between the linings. I wanted you protected.”
“That’s so sweet.” It touched her that he’d put her in protective gear. “Strip.”
His eyebrows arched. “I give the orders, remember?”
She grinned. “Right. Okay. Order me to get na**d then. Did you see that huge bed? Tell me to go climb on it and prepare to have hot sex with you.”
“Megan?” He looked stunned.
“Fear makes me a little hyper and I was terrified. My heart is still pounding and I have all this energy.” She removed the shirt, dropped it on the floor, and bent over to remove her boots and socks. “I want you.”
When she straightened to unfasten the pants, she grinned at seeing Ice quickly removing his clothing. His boots were already off. She loved admiring his muscular chest as he revealed it. It was a sight she knew she’d never grow tired of.
“Get on the bed.”
She spun around and threw herself on the mattress, rolling over a few times to reach the center of it. Ice got on the bed after her, na**d and aroused. His hard c**k pointed straight out. Ice’s gaze slowly wandered over her body.
“Roll over on your hands and knees.”
She didn’t hesitate, following his command, knowing it was his favorite sexual position. Ice bent over her, his c**k brushing against her thigh, and one of his hands flattened on the bed to hold his weight up over her as his other hand reached around her hip and slid between her slightly parted thighs.
“Wider.”
She understood and spread her legs farther apart. Just the sight of Ice na**d did things to her so she wasn’t surprised to be already wet when his fingertips found her as he rubbed against her slit and then spread it upward to her clit. Megan’s head fell forward as a soft moan passed her lips.
“I love you touching me.”
“You are so responsive.” His voice deepened. “I love to touch you and hear the sounds you make.”
“I love the way you play with me.” She didn’t miss their use of the “L” word. It warmed her inside that he’d even use it. “I love a lot of things about you.”
He chuckled, his fingertip making slow circles around her cl*t that had her vaginal walls clenching and her biting her lip. The bed shifted a little as Ice moved, centering his h*ps to align with the curve of her ass. His hot, hard c**k brushed the inside of her thigh and he stopped playing with her cl*t to grip his erection and guide it. A soft moan tore from Megan as he pressed against her, entering her slowly, stretching the inner walls of her pu**y with the thickness of his shaft.
“So hot,” he groaned.
“Touch me again, please?”
He sank into her deeper and released the base of his cock. His fingertip returned to her clit, pressing on it with just enough pressure to feel really good. Ice withdrew a little and then his h*ps started to slowly rock as his finger slid up and down on her sensitive, swollen bud.
“Yes,” Megan moaned. She lowered her upper body, bracing on the bed with her lower arms and elbows, and her forehead rested against the bed. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
He increased the pace, driving into her deeper and harder. The sensation of the thick crown of his c**k rubbing against her cervix had Megan experiencing pure ecstasy. Her fingers clawed at the silky bedspread.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
His finger rubbed her cl*t faster as he pounded his h*ps against her ass, driving harder into her, and Megan’s breath caught. She was going to come. Her muscles tensed, the feeling of Ice’s c**k fighting her tightness, making the pleasure more intense, and his hand lifted from the bed as he straightened, gripped her hip and he f**ked her harder, faster, deeper.
“Ice!” Rapture tore through her as she started to cl**ax. Her muscles twitched as she screamed into the bed.
“I’ve got you,” he groaned and started to come hard inside her as his body jerked with each jet of his release that bathed her inside with spreading warmth as his movements slowed until he stopped.
They were both panting and Ice moved his finger away from her clit, sliding his palm higher on her stomach as he came down on top of her again, pinning her bent form under his. The hand on her hip moved and he hugged her around her waist, locking their bodies together.
“I could easily get addicted to you.”
Megan smiled. I’m already addicted to you, she thought.
Ice, still buried deep in her body, nuzzled her head with his and rubbed her stomach. She could feel his c**k throbbing like a heartbeat and her smile widened when he said, “Let me catch my breath and we’ll go again. That just took the edge off.”
“Sounds like a great plan to me. I want to be on top next time.”
“If I allow it.”
She laughed. “I’m betting I could”
A loud siren sounded, blasting through the room. It startled Megan enough that she would have probably fallen over onto her side if Ice hadn’t been wrapped around her, holding her in place. His entire body tensed and he swiftly pulled out of her body, rolling off her, and the bed.
“What is that?” Megan sat back, sitting on her legs, and put her hands over her ears.
The piercing sound hurt her ears and she had to yell to be heard.
“I don’t know,” he yelled, bending down to grab his clothes. “Get dressed now.
Hurry!”
She wiggled toward the edge of the bed, not wanting to move her hands from her ears. The sound deafened and a red light flashed by the door. Whatever had triggered the alarm was a mystery.
Ice put his pants on but not his shirt. He strode to the door, slapped his hand on the pad, and closed his eyes. She watched him as she released one ear, reached down and found her shirt. Ice released the door and spun. The look on his face told her the news wasn’t good.
“Those damn human look-alike robots rebooted,” he roared. “Move it!”
Terror slammed through Megan so hard her knees buckled and she fell back onto the edge of the bed, gaping at Ice. Her worst nightmare had come true. The damn things had gotten around their programming and she had no further doubt in her mind that was how they’d escaped the testing facility on Earth. No one had thought they could do that since they weren’t supposed to be able to bypass a shutdown code. She’d been afraid they could but hadn’t really wanted to believe it was possible.
“Get dressed. They are attacking the guards, one of whom is severely injured. We need to get to control and help take them out.”
She bent, her hands shaking, as she reached for her pants. She fumbled but got her legs into them. Standing proved trickier since she still shook badly. Ice suddenly moved in front of her, his boots on already, and helped her yank her shirt on. She only did a few of the snaps, leaving the lower buttons over her stomach undone.
Ice gripped her hand and ran for the door, dragging her more than leading her since her legs didn’t want to work right. She knew that Ice thought they could win in a fight against the androids but he hadn’t watched the things walk through walls of fire and not even flinch as their cloned skin completely burned away. They experienced no pain, no emotions, and they were killing machines. She vaguely realized she was barefoot but she didn’t argue the point as Ice forced her into the hallway, one hand gripping her, his other hand withdrawing his weapon from the belt he’d snapped on when he’d dressed.
The alarm fell silent as they reached the lift. Ice froze and Megan did too. She stared up at him with raw fear. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I can’t link to the other cyborgs on this ship without touching access panels first to hold the communications open. I didn’t hack their computer to gain remote access.” His voice turned harsh. “I was too focused on f**king you instead of acting rationally.”
Her mouth opened, not sure what to say to that, but the lift opened at that moment.
Ice pushed her forward into it, steered her into the corner, and released her. He spun around, faced the doors, and touched the control. The doors closed and then he stepped back, pinning her to the wall, and pointed his weapon at the doors.
“If they are out there, I want you behind me so I take their weapon fire instead of you. I’ll attempt to close the doors and get you to another floor. Run and hide. Take my weapon if I don’t survive.”
Ice was willing to die to protect her, using his body as a shield, and it brought tears to her eyes as love for him swelled painfully in her chest. She started to pray for his safety. If anything happened to Ice…she couldn’t even imagine life without him now.
The lift moved and she held her breath, her heart hammering when the lift stopped and the doors opened. She couldn’t see what waited in the corridor, if anyone was there, but then Ice took a step forward.
“Stay on my heels.”
She moved, breathless as she tried to keep up with Ice, whose long legs and strength gave him such advantage. The hallway was clear and he stopped at the curve so fast she ended up slamming into his back. He growled something low but she didn’t catch what he said. He hesitated, peered around the corner and then started moving again. They were nearing the control room when the doors ahead to the left opened.
Ice’s reflexes where fast as he threw himself against the wall, his weapon aiming at the open door, while his other arm shot out to slam into Megan. She hit the wall hard beside him. It knocked the breath from her lungs, and she found herself pinned where Ice held her. She gasped in air and turned her head, only able to see Ice since he’d put his body between her and the threat again.
“Both of them are dead,” Councilman Zorus’ voice called out. “We need to get to the emergency pods.”
“What pods?” Ice released his hold on Megan and stepped away from the wall. His weapon lowered. “It’s a shuttle. There was no pod in the cargo hold. What is the status on the androids?”
“They killed our men guarding them but before Vess died he blew out the power to the doors. The Markus Models are currently trapped in the cargo hold but it won’t keep them for long. They are using a cutting tool to burn through the bulkhead.” Zorus had turned a sickly pale gray and fear showed in his eyes as he stared at Ice. “We discovered six life pods onboard when we pulled up the designs to see if we could open the exterior cargo doors or separate that area safely from the rest of the shuttle if we sealed the bulkheads. They are located on the same floor as the living quarters.”
“I have no idea when we’re going to be alone again.”
The lift doors opened and they stepped out into another hallway. Megan walked to the first door and touched the pad. It didn’t open. Ice brushed her hand aside, placed his there, and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Reading the last input codes.” His eyes snapped open and he removed his hand, punched in five digits, and the door opened. He smiled, meeting her gaze. “Implants have their advantages.”
“I wish I could do that. Do all cyborgs have them?”
“Yes.” He paused. “I do know one who has nonfunctioning implants. Coal is the male who I asked to retrieve the bots. His were purposely damaged when he was enslaved and we were unable to fix them.”
“Did that happen when he was on Earth before your people escaped?”
“It’s a long story I’d rather not go into right now.”
She looked away from him and stepped into the dark room. The second she moved a few feet inside the living quarters, automated lights came on and she stopped in her tracks, her mouth dropping open in astonishment.
Ice nearly walked into her but just bumped her back slightly as he took in the room.
“What the…?”
“Now that’s a bed.” A huge four-poster monstrosity took up a lot of the living space in the room. Megan reached for the front of her shirt and unfastened it. “How do you wear this heavy material? I think my shoulders are going to hurt tomorrow.”
“It’s not the material but the lining that makes it so heavy. It has an enforced mesh sewn between the linings. I wanted you protected.”
“That’s so sweet.” It touched her that he’d put her in protective gear. “Strip.”
His eyebrows arched. “I give the orders, remember?”
She grinned. “Right. Okay. Order me to get na**d then. Did you see that huge bed? Tell me to go climb on it and prepare to have hot sex with you.”
“Megan?” He looked stunned.
“Fear makes me a little hyper and I was terrified. My heart is still pounding and I have all this energy.” She removed the shirt, dropped it on the floor, and bent over to remove her boots and socks. “I want you.”
When she straightened to unfasten the pants, she grinned at seeing Ice quickly removing his clothing. His boots were already off. She loved admiring his muscular chest as he revealed it. It was a sight she knew she’d never grow tired of.
“Get on the bed.”
She spun around and threw herself on the mattress, rolling over a few times to reach the center of it. Ice got on the bed after her, na**d and aroused. His hard c**k pointed straight out. Ice’s gaze slowly wandered over her body.
“Roll over on your hands and knees.”
She didn’t hesitate, following his command, knowing it was his favorite sexual position. Ice bent over her, his c**k brushing against her thigh, and one of his hands flattened on the bed to hold his weight up over her as his other hand reached around her hip and slid between her slightly parted thighs.
“Wider.”
She understood and spread her legs farther apart. Just the sight of Ice na**d did things to her so she wasn’t surprised to be already wet when his fingertips found her as he rubbed against her slit and then spread it upward to her clit. Megan’s head fell forward as a soft moan passed her lips.
“I love you touching me.”
“You are so responsive.” His voice deepened. “I love to touch you and hear the sounds you make.”
“I love the way you play with me.” She didn’t miss their use of the “L” word. It warmed her inside that he’d even use it. “I love a lot of things about you.”
He chuckled, his fingertip making slow circles around her cl*t that had her vaginal walls clenching and her biting her lip. The bed shifted a little as Ice moved, centering his h*ps to align with the curve of her ass. His hot, hard c**k brushed the inside of her thigh and he stopped playing with her cl*t to grip his erection and guide it. A soft moan tore from Megan as he pressed against her, entering her slowly, stretching the inner walls of her pu**y with the thickness of his shaft.
“So hot,” he groaned.
“Touch me again, please?”
He sank into her deeper and released the base of his cock. His fingertip returned to her clit, pressing on it with just enough pressure to feel really good. Ice withdrew a little and then his h*ps started to slowly rock as his finger slid up and down on her sensitive, swollen bud.
“Yes,” Megan moaned. She lowered her upper body, bracing on the bed with her lower arms and elbows, and her forehead rested against the bed. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
He increased the pace, driving into her deeper and harder. The sensation of the thick crown of his c**k rubbing against her cervix had Megan experiencing pure ecstasy. Her fingers clawed at the silky bedspread.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
His finger rubbed her cl*t faster as he pounded his h*ps against her ass, driving harder into her, and Megan’s breath caught. She was going to come. Her muscles tensed, the feeling of Ice’s c**k fighting her tightness, making the pleasure more intense, and his hand lifted from the bed as he straightened, gripped her hip and he f**ked her harder, faster, deeper.
“Ice!” Rapture tore through her as she started to cl**ax. Her muscles twitched as she screamed into the bed.
“I’ve got you,” he groaned and started to come hard inside her as his body jerked with each jet of his release that bathed her inside with spreading warmth as his movements slowed until he stopped.
They were both panting and Ice moved his finger away from her clit, sliding his palm higher on her stomach as he came down on top of her again, pinning her bent form under his. The hand on her hip moved and he hugged her around her waist, locking their bodies together.
“I could easily get addicted to you.”
Megan smiled. I’m already addicted to you, she thought.
Ice, still buried deep in her body, nuzzled her head with his and rubbed her stomach. She could feel his c**k throbbing like a heartbeat and her smile widened when he said, “Let me catch my breath and we’ll go again. That just took the edge off.”
“Sounds like a great plan to me. I want to be on top next time.”
“If I allow it.”
She laughed. “I’m betting I could”
A loud siren sounded, blasting through the room. It startled Megan enough that she would have probably fallen over onto her side if Ice hadn’t been wrapped around her, holding her in place. His entire body tensed and he swiftly pulled out of her body, rolling off her, and the bed.
“What is that?” Megan sat back, sitting on her legs, and put her hands over her ears.
The piercing sound hurt her ears and she had to yell to be heard.
“I don’t know,” he yelled, bending down to grab his clothes. “Get dressed now.
Hurry!”
She wiggled toward the edge of the bed, not wanting to move her hands from her ears. The sound deafened and a red light flashed by the door. Whatever had triggered the alarm was a mystery.
Ice put his pants on but not his shirt. He strode to the door, slapped his hand on the pad, and closed his eyes. She watched him as she released one ear, reached down and found her shirt. Ice released the door and spun. The look on his face told her the news wasn’t good.
“Those damn human look-alike robots rebooted,” he roared. “Move it!”
Terror slammed through Megan so hard her knees buckled and she fell back onto the edge of the bed, gaping at Ice. Her worst nightmare had come true. The damn things had gotten around their programming and she had no further doubt in her mind that was how they’d escaped the testing facility on Earth. No one had thought they could do that since they weren’t supposed to be able to bypass a shutdown code. She’d been afraid they could but hadn’t really wanted to believe it was possible.
“Get dressed. They are attacking the guards, one of whom is severely injured. We need to get to control and help take them out.”
She bent, her hands shaking, as she reached for her pants. She fumbled but got her legs into them. Standing proved trickier since she still shook badly. Ice suddenly moved in front of her, his boots on already, and helped her yank her shirt on. She only did a few of the snaps, leaving the lower buttons over her stomach undone.
Ice gripped her hand and ran for the door, dragging her more than leading her since her legs didn’t want to work right. She knew that Ice thought they could win in a fight against the androids but he hadn’t watched the things walk through walls of fire and not even flinch as their cloned skin completely burned away. They experienced no pain, no emotions, and they were killing machines. She vaguely realized she was barefoot but she didn’t argue the point as Ice forced her into the hallway, one hand gripping her, his other hand withdrawing his weapon from the belt he’d snapped on when he’d dressed.
The alarm fell silent as they reached the lift. Ice froze and Megan did too. She stared up at him with raw fear. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I can’t link to the other cyborgs on this ship without touching access panels first to hold the communications open. I didn’t hack their computer to gain remote access.” His voice turned harsh. “I was too focused on f**king you instead of acting rationally.”
Her mouth opened, not sure what to say to that, but the lift opened at that moment.
Ice pushed her forward into it, steered her into the corner, and released her. He spun around, faced the doors, and touched the control. The doors closed and then he stepped back, pinning her to the wall, and pointed his weapon at the doors.
“If they are out there, I want you behind me so I take their weapon fire instead of you. I’ll attempt to close the doors and get you to another floor. Run and hide. Take my weapon if I don’t survive.”
Ice was willing to die to protect her, using his body as a shield, and it brought tears to her eyes as love for him swelled painfully in her chest. She started to pray for his safety. If anything happened to Ice…she couldn’t even imagine life without him now.
The lift moved and she held her breath, her heart hammering when the lift stopped and the doors opened. She couldn’t see what waited in the corridor, if anyone was there, but then Ice took a step forward.
“Stay on my heels.”
She moved, breathless as she tried to keep up with Ice, whose long legs and strength gave him such advantage. The hallway was clear and he stopped at the curve so fast she ended up slamming into his back. He growled something low but she didn’t catch what he said. He hesitated, peered around the corner and then started moving again. They were nearing the control room when the doors ahead to the left opened.
Ice’s reflexes where fast as he threw himself against the wall, his weapon aiming at the open door, while his other arm shot out to slam into Megan. She hit the wall hard beside him. It knocked the breath from her lungs, and she found herself pinned where Ice held her. She gasped in air and turned her head, only able to see Ice since he’d put his body between her and the threat again.
“Both of them are dead,” Councilman Zorus’ voice called out. “We need to get to the emergency pods.”
“What pods?” Ice released his hold on Megan and stepped away from the wall. His weapon lowered. “It’s a shuttle. There was no pod in the cargo hold. What is the status on the androids?”
“They killed our men guarding them but before Vess died he blew out the power to the doors. The Markus Models are currently trapped in the cargo hold but it won’t keep them for long. They are using a cutting tool to burn through the bulkhead.” Zorus had turned a sickly pale gray and fear showed in his eyes as he stared at Ice. “We discovered six life pods onboard when we pulled up the designs to see if we could open the exterior cargo doors or separate that area safely from the rest of the shuttle if we sealed the bulkheads. They are located on the same floor as the living quarters.”
