The Outlaw Cyborg (Cyborgs on Mars #5) - Honey Phillips Page 0,27

arm. Shifting her position so that she rocked against his ever-present erection. The soft brush of her breast when she twisted to one side to look at the scenery.

By the time he decided to stop for the night, she suspected he was as frustrated and aroused as a man could be. She refused to admit that she was just as aroused.

Once again, he left her on Winston’s back while he set up the habitat. This area was not quite as enclosed as the canyon from the previous night. They had been climbing for the latter part of the day, and from the open side of their encampment, she could look out over miles of open Martian landscape. The sun was sinking in streaks of red and amber, setting the rock and hills aglow in response. John’s tall rugged figure looked perfectly at home against the wilderness, like some mythic warrior.

When he came to lift her off the horse, that unsettling warmth still glowed in his eyes and she wanted so much to believe in the promise, but she knew better.

As he lifted her free, she leaned into him, letting her breasts rub against the hard muscles of his chest, and she heard him groan. Her nipples were diamond hard, but it was not from cold.

“Take care of Winston and come join me,” she whispered, pressing against his body.

“Serena…”

But she didn’t wait to hear whatever he planned to say, slipping away with a last teasing brush against his cock.

As soon as she entered the habitat, she slipped out of her coverall and panties and knelt by the heater. A throbbing pulse had started low in her stomach, but she ignored it.

This was not about her. He would be putty in her hands.

The airlock opened, and he stopped abruptly at the sight of her. She had deliberately posed herself so that he would see her immediately.

“Serena—”

“It’s my turn tonight,” she purred. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

She saw his cock jerk against his pants but he still hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Would you prefer that I remove them?” She tilted her head and gave him her best seductive smile, but he was watching her face far too closely for her liking. In order to distract him, she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, offering them to him. “Or should I start without you?”

He gave a muttered curse, and then his clothes went flying. Her gaze flew to his cock as he stepped towards her, and her mouth went dry. Long and thick and perfect, liquid already pearling on the tip. And huge, she realized as she reached for him, her hand trembling. Her fingers wouldn’t close around him.

“You don’t have to do this, love,” he said gently, his hand covering hers.

“I want to.” And she did, desperately, but she was no longer sure it was about establishing control. “Show me what you like.”

He used her hand to stroke himself, harder and rougher than she would have done, but she felt him stiffen even more. He repeated the movement, still using her hand, and she leaned closer so she could swipe her tongue across the broad head. Oh yes. He tasted clean, salty, delicious.

She wanted more and she grabbed the firm curve of his ass, pulling him closer until she could take the entire head in her mouth. He groaned and his fingers tangled in her hair. She did her best not to tense as she waited for him to pull her closer, to force more of his massive cock into her mouth. But he didn’t. Even the movement of his hand slowed and she looked up to find him watching her, his face tender.

Emboldened, she took him deeper and felt him shudder. Oh, she liked that—but not because it made her feel powerful but because it made it obvious how much she pleased him. She stoked harder, faster, and his hand tightened convulsively over hers as she went deeper with each stroke.

He hit the back of her throat and she almost panicked, but he was still watching her, and she remembered to breathe and swallowed around him. He groaned again and his hand tightened in her hair but it wasn’t painful, not at all, and she took him deeper still as he grew impossibly harder. His hips jerked forward once, twice, and then he was coming in long hot waves as he called out her name.

His hand gentled in her hair, curving around to cup her cheek. Her eyes had been