A sex scene excerpt from Stranded with the Cyborg #NFSW, #Spicy #SFR


Penelope, aka “Pia,” and Brock, her cyborg bodyguard, are stranded on an alien planet. They’ve taken refuge in a tree. Let the tree sex begin! (We’re in Brock’s POV).

Pia nibbled his lower lip, sending electrical currents up his spine. He hadn’t touched a human woman in this way since before his transformation. And this wasn’t any woman, but Pia. Former teenage termagant, bane of his existence, maddening, stubborn, persistent, indomitable, beautiful, sexy Pia. The ambassador. His protectee.

This is Brock!

This is Brock!

And he was a cyborg, not lover material, not a man who could be there for her long-term. It wasn’t right to mislead her, to use her to soothe his loneliness, to try to ease an ache that never subsided. What he would take from her could not be given back.

Brock released her breast and wrenched his mouth away from her lips. Unhooked her arms from around his neck. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” He dragged air into his lungs.

“I think it’s a great idea.”

She walked her fingers up his chest to trace his jaw, lighting fires along the way. Her self-confidence had rebounded. Good for her; bad for him.

He went rigid, steeled himself to her touch. “There are things you don’t know about me.” He could admit that much.

“There are things you don’t know about me.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m not easily deterred.”

Despite his emotional upheaval, he laughed. “Pia, that was the first thing I learned about you.”

“Then you know resistance is futile.” She kissed him, and his willpower collapsed. Repercussions and recriminations could hold until morning. He took control of the kiss, plundering as if a siege could calm his torment.

Her neck beckoned, and he nipped and nuzzled her soft skin then pushed aside her collar to get at her shoulders. He pulled it off and then dispensed with her tunic, and, for the first time since they’d initiated this crazy, ill-fated venture, was thankful for his cyborg enhancements.

This is Penelope, aka, Pia.

This is Penelope, aka, Pia.

He could see her, the iridescence of her skin, full, hard-tipped breasts, eyes sultry with desire. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

Her lips quirked. “How do you know? It’s dark.”

“I just do.”

The tangle of limbs and smaller branches formed a natural cradle. He tore off several large fronds and laid them out then spread his ruined shirt over the leaves.

“What are you doing?”

“Making us a bed.”

“Use my tunic, too, and the blanket in my bag.”

Brock’s gaze never shifted from Pia as they finished undressing. He drank in her small waist, her curvy hips, her shapely thighs, the vee of her mound. He shucked out of his pants and then laid their clothing over the branches for extra padding and covered it with the blanket.

He drew her into the cradle of the boughs, and they stretched out nose to nose, limb to limb, chest to breasts.

Brock sucked on a berry-tipped nipple, rolling the bud in his mouth, his tongue recording the pebbled texture, the salty-sweet taste. Pia closed her hand around his shaft and swirled her thumb over the head. White heat rocketed through his body, lighting a fire hotter than the flames that had erupted from the shuttle explosion.

He sucked in a shuddering breath and ran his hand over her abdomen to cup her mound, curling his fingers between her legs to find her folds slick with dew. He dipped into her pussy, scooping out more of her wetness, and then brought his fingers to his lips.

Her scent filled his head, her taste imprinted on his brain. He scooted down her body.

“Careful, don’t fall,” she said.

Too late. He’d fallen the moment she’d disembarked the shuttle from Terra.

His calves and feet hung out in open air. After pressing her knees to her chest, he began with tiny licks, whetting his appetite, teasing them both. But the merest sample exploded in his mouth like the finest Aurealian ambrosia. With his fingers, he opened her to his mouth, swept his tongue over her clit. She clutched his hair.

He eased a finger into her channel, groaned at the snugness, how her muscles gripped him. Brock added a second digit and fucked her slowly while licking her clit. Pia arched and dug her fingernails into his scalp.

Her cry split the night as she came, her hips thrusting against his face. He didn’t stop then, not even when she tried to push him away, but continued to lick and suck, bringing her to the edge of orgasm a second time. Then, he guided his cock to her entrance. Rubbed the head in her wetness. Tested. Prepared. Go slow. He gritted his teeth.

She locked her heels around his buttocks. “Hurry,” she gasped.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” She was so tight. When she’d grasped his erection, had his size registered with her? With androids, it didn’t matter. They were built to take anything.

“You won’t. Fuck me already!” She thumped her heels against his buttocks.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. Gathering his self-control into a tight grip, he eased into her. Slick muscled walls closed around him. Hot need burned through his blood. He groaned.

She rocked her hips and squeezed, tightening more around his cock.

Brock shuddered. “Penelope,” he gritted out.

She raised her head and licked his nipple, sucked on it. A torrent of sensation shot from his chest to his groin, and he lost it. His hips drove forward hard. Pulled back. Plunged deep. Again. Again. Liquid fire consumed him.

Hadn’t he feared it would be like this with her? Exquisite. Devastating.

Pia’s neck arched. He fastened his mouth on her throat, tasting and nipping, trying not to mark her. She moaned. He shifted his pelvis to catch her clit on the forward thrust.

Like the machine he was, his body pistoned into hers. A streamlined, driving force.

Pressure and tension built in his balls, his cock, his chest, his heart and soul.

Pia gasped, mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut in climax. Her pussy rippled and clenched around him, wresting the control from his grasp. His body answered only to her. Not to his mind, not to his computer brain. Not to his nanocytes, but to her. He came, his cum like lava fire erupting from a deep well. As he emptied himself, the edges of the void closed in, and the ache receded.

Perspiration stung his eyes. His body threatened to collapse, but he shifted and fell beside her so he wouldn’t crush her against the hard, rough branches, inadequately padded by leaves, clothing, and the blanket. Chest heaving, he flung a forearm over his eyes and hand, laced the fingers of his other hand through hers, clinging to the pretense he could have what normal men took for granted. That he could have her.

“You called me Penelope,” she said.

He had no recollection of anything he might have uttered. “That’s your name.”

“I’m surprised you know my name.” Her voice shimmered with amusement. “You always call me Pia.”

She’d gone from being a pain in the ass to an ache in his chest. His life would have been a lot simpler if she’d remained the former. He’d been stupid to kiss her, to start something that led only to a dead end. And sleeping with her?


Stranded with the Cyborg blurb

Stranded600x900Penelope Aaron, the former Terran president’s daughter,  regrets how she got Agent Brock Mann booted from the security force. But now that she’s an interplanetary ambassador about to embark on her first diplomatic mission, she still doesn’t want him tagging along. Especially since he seems to be stronger, faster, more muscled, and sexier than she remembers. And pretending to be her husband?  This mission couldn’t get more impossible!

Ten years ago Penelope Isabella Aaron had been a pain in Brock Mann’s you-know-what. Much has changed in a decade: “PIA” as he code-named her, has grown up and is about to attend her first Alliance of Planets summit conference, and Brock has been transformed into a cyborg after a near-fatal attack. Now a secret agent with Cyber Operations, a covert paramilitary organization, Brock gets called in, not when the going gets tough, but when the going gets impossible. So when he’s unexpectedly assigned to escort Penelope to the summit meeting, he balks at babysitting a prissy ambassador. But after a terrorist bombing, a crash landing on a hostile planet, and a growing attraction to his protectee, Operation: PIA may become his most impossible assignment yet.

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1 Response to A sex scene excerpt from Stranded with the Cyborg #NFSW, #Spicy #SFR

  1. definitely hot. great excerpt.

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