Hijacked by Lolita Lopez

Chapter Ten

Kneeling between Misko’s spread legs, Camila stared at him in disbelief. He had fallen asleep! Her blowjob skills were expert level, but she had never given such good head that a man crashed out as soon as she was done.

Her body ached and throbbed with the thrum of unsated desire. She was embarrassingly wet, her thighs slick from the excitement of their encounter, and her clit begged for attention. Even though she wanted to wake him up and ask him for a little help, she couldn’t do it. He looked so relaxed in his sleep, and if anyone deserved to rest, it was him.

Deciding not to bring herself to orgasm, she slipped out of bed and ducked into the bathroom to tidy up. When she came out, she slid back onto the bed and cuddled close to him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but as highly trained as he was, she worried he might react on instinct and strike out to defend himself. Instead, she pulled the fluffy comforter and top sheet over their bodies and made do with gazing at his handsome face until she grew drowsy and fell asleep.

A long time later, she came awake to ticklish kisses along her neck and shoulder. She inhaled slowly and mewled happily when she realized Misko had tucked her in close, wrapping his strong arms around her and keeping her warm and safe. She snuggled back against his chest and giggled quietly when he kissed a sensitive spot just below her ear.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice rough from sleep. “I didn’t mean to pass out like that.”

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “You were exhausted.”

“I was,” he admitted. “Thank you.”

“For letting you sleep?”

“Yes, but also for being patient with me.” He kissed her cheek. “For showing me what was possible.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” she insisted. “It really was my pleasure.”

“I would like to give you pleasure,” he said gruffly. “If you will allow me.”

She smiled at his overly solicitous request. “Yes, I will absolutely allow you to give me pleasure.”

“I understand the mechanics,” he said as she shuffled onto her back. “But, I’ve never—”

“Had any hands-on practice?” she guessed.

"Yes.” Even in the dim light, she could see the embarrassment on his face. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Mis.” She tenderly caressed his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about that. I know exactly what I like. I’m perfectly capable of telling you if something feels good or not.”

He relaxed. “I am a fast learner.”

“I have no doubt,” she murmured against his mouth before kissing him. She delighted in the way his lips moved across hers. While he had been hesitant and unsure the first time they kissed, he was quickly growing more confident. She gasped with excitement when he moved on top of her, straddling her thighs and pressing her into the bed. He nuzzled her neck and languidly kissed his way down her chest. He lingered at her breasts, and she cried out with pleasure at the way he flicked his tongue over her nipples and sucked them lightly.

His hand snaked down the slope of her belly until it met the juncture of her thighs. He cast a questioning glance at her, seeking permission to continue, and she nodded, opening her legs to make it clear she was eagerly consenting. As he claimed her mouth in a seeking kiss, his fingers brushed along her sex so lightly she almost thought she imagined it. On his next pass, she definitely felt it and rocked against his hand, wanting more.

Growing bolder, he parted her labia, and she shuddered with anticipation. He trailed his finger between her lower lips and dipped into the slick heat there. He used her wetness to ease his explorations, gliding along the folds until he found the little pleasure pearl hidden away there. She gasped at the wicked sensation of his finger drawing slow circles around her clitoris and whimpered when his finger slipped down again. This time his finger slid deeper, and she groaned.

He paused, as if uncertain. “Is this okay?”

“Yes. More than okay,” she replied breathlessly.

“Do you want more?”

“Stars yes!”

“Like this?” He gentle thrust two long fingers into her pussy.

“Yes!”

He penetrated her slowly, easing his fingers in and out of her. He drew more wetness from her depths, and she desperately wanted more. “Your thumb,” she whined. “Use your thumb.”

He took instruction very well and rubbed the wide pad of his thumb over her clitoris while thrusting into her. She threw her head back against the pillows and moaned as those first tendrils of pleasure blossomed in her core. He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, swallowing the kittenish sounds she made. His tongue tangled with hers, and she reveled in his zeal.

Her thighs began to tremble as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. He must have sensed the change because he withdrew the two fingers buried deep inside her and used them to massage her clit. The slide of both fingers around the nub drove her wild, and she bucked against him, arching her back and calling out his name. He groaned against her mouth and rubbed faster, tighter circles until she finally exploded with pure joy.

He growled in wonder and nipped at her neck, her breasts, her belly. She enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm as his mouth moved lower and lower. Ever curious, he seemed almost like an explorer charting new territory as he touched and tasted every inch of her body. No man had ever devoted so much time to simply caressing and kissing all the boring parts of her, places like her kneecaps and her ankles and the tips of her toes.

When he pressed her thighs apart, she gulped with anticipation. He might not be skilled, but he was enthusiastic and that was all that mattered.

“I want to look at you.” He slid down the bed until his face hovered over her pussy. “I want to taste you.”

“Lights up,” she called out to the voice-activated ambience controls. “Half level. Warm.”

The lights adjusted to a flattering mix, illuminating the bed and her body with just the right amount of brightness and warmth. Pressing up on her elbows, she gazed down at him and smiled. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” he murmured before kissing her inner thighs. Then, a bit anxiously, he said, “If I do something wrong, tell me.”

“Unless you’re using teeth, there’s not much you can do wrong,” she teased, hoping to set him at ease. “Be gentle and slow, and if I tell you not to stop, don’t stop.”

“Right,” he said seriously and nodded. “Gentle. Slow. Don’t stop.”

Grinning at his sweetness, she watched as he gazed upon her most secret place. He used the long fingers of one hand to spread her labia, revealing even more of her to his heated gaze. He seemed overwhelmed for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide where to start first. Finally, he dove in, darting his tongue into her vagina, right into the source of her wet heat.

Camila fell back against the pillows. She reached down to touch his head, lightly scratching her nails over his scalp and dragging her fingers through his ginger hair. He groaned against her mound, thrusting his tongue into her and then licking a long swipe toward her clit. She cried out at the wicked slide of his tongue over her still sensitive pearl.

His strong hands gripped her inner thighs, hard enough that she would surely have bruises, but she didn’t care. As long as he kept doing that with his tongue, he could leave fingerprints all over her body. He shocked her by suckling her clit, tugging it gently between his lips. She gripped his hair, pressing her pussy against his mouth, and he groaned with excitement.

His tongue fluttered over her nub before settling into a rhythm that worked. When she begged him not to stop, he squeezed her inner thighs, silently communicating his intention to continue. She began to pant, torn between wanting to come and wanting to make it last longer. His talented tongue gave her no choice. He pushed her over the edge with a flutter.

“Mis!” she called out, her voice echoing in the room. “Don’t stop! Oh, stars! Don’t stop!”

She rode out wave after wave of her climax until finally she sagged, wrung out and shaking, against the bed. Misko dragged his mouth against her lower belly, planting kisses here and there until they were eye to eye again. She cupped his face and tugged him down for a wild, passionate kiss.

His cock, hard and heavy, rubbed against her thigh. With one hand on the back of his neck, she slid the other between their bodies to stroke his erection. He shuddered and grunted, his body taut and trembling as he hovered right on the edge. Not wanting him to wait a moment longer to feel what he so longed to feel, she guided his cock into place. “Come inside me,” she urged in a feverish whisper. “Make love to me.”

“Camila.” Her name left his mouth on a desperate whisper and then he thrust forward, drawing a moan of pleasure from her. He made a strangled sound, almost as if he couldn’t quite process the sensation of being buried inside her. “Camila.”

“You feel so good inside me.” She clutched at his shoulders, pulling him in even deeper. His mouth opened but no sound came forth. Eyes closed, he lowered his forehead to hers and began to rock in and out. She wanted him to enjoy this and made sure he knew that. “Take what you want, Mis. Take what you need from me.”

“Camila,” he whispered with a shudder. Taking his time, he withdrew and plunged into her over and over again. She clung to his broad shoulders and marveled at the way his incredible body flexed as he snapped his hips. Still so sensitive after her back-to-back orgasms, she felt only pleasure as his thick cock impaled her.

Shifting his weight, he planted one hand next to her head and gripped her hip with the other. He thrust faster and deeper, stroking something inside her that made her thighs quiver and her toes curl. His pace quickened, and she clawed at his shoulders. Her own excitement grew as she watched him thrusting above her, the sinewed lines of his neck drawing tight. Suddenly, he grimaced and groaned her name, jerking roughly as he came. “Camila.”

She held onto him as he rocked through his climax, spending his seed deep inside her. He continued to shake as he lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a loving kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair as he kissed her, almost as if desperate to keep her close. Perfectly content to kiss him for hours if he wanted, she let him set the pace and happily returned his gentle affection.

When he finally slipped out of her and dropped onto his back, she pressed tender kisses to his chest before escaping his clasping hands and the bed. She made a quick segue to the bathroom to tidy up and returned to bed to find him drowsy but waiting for her. She laughed as he hauled her across the bed and tucked her in against his chest. He nuzzled her hair and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“Are you kidding me? I’m the one who should be thanking you,” she replied teasingly. “That was incredible.”

“You were satisfied?” he asked carefully.

“Uh, yeah, twice,” she said, caressing his bare chest. Cocooned in his warm arms, she relaxed into the sleepiness that overwhelmed her. She had almost fallen asleep when she felt Misko go rigid. Worried he had received a silent communication from one of his fellow cyborgs, she asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I deposited my semen inside you.”

She made a face at how clinical that sounded. “Yes.”

“And you are young and likely very fertile,” he continued, his voice strained.

“Oh,” she murmured, finally understanding what had him so wound up. Patting his chest, she snuggled in closer and yawned. “I have an implant.”

That seemed to put his mind at ease. He began to comb his fingers through her hair, the soothing motion lulling her to sleep. She dreamed of her sisters, of a time when they were young children together playing together in the grand gardens of their family’s sprawling estate. Their games of hide and seek and tag were always raucous and wild, and one of them, usually Camila, ended up tumbling into one of their mother’s thorny rozza bushes.

But her sweet dream of her sisters, of sunshine and laughter, melded into a horrific nightmare of blood and panic and death. A loud knock at the door jolted her awake, tearing her out of the disturbing nightmare. She was still trying to process the horrible images as Misko got out of bed, hopped into his pants and made his way to the door. She heard the low murmur of men’s voices and then the door closed.

“We are closing in on our destination.” Consternation colored his voice, and he explained, “My brother saw fit to let me sleep eight hours instead of the scheduled six.”

“That’s a bad thing?” To her, it seemed very considerate and kind.

“It means my team lost two hours,” he said, returning to the bed. He sat and reached out for her, caressing her arm. “You were making upset sounds in your sleep.”

“I had a little nightmare,” she said, waving off his concern. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He studied her. “I am willing to listen to anything you have to say.”

“I know you are.” She sat up and kissed him. Not wanting to talk about her nightmare, she grinned mischievously. “I call dibs on the shower.”

In the next instant, she clambered out of bed and ran toward the bathroom. He called after her, and she stopped in the doorway. “We can save time if you join me.”

Misko reacted immediately, standing and shucking his pants. “I suspect we will not save time.”

As her lecherous gaze settled on his quickly growing erection, she teased, “Get in here, and I’ll teach you how to multitask.”

Misko laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”