Women of Steel 2: Martini on the Rocks Page 5

  He liked that about her. From the first, he’d been enchanted by her brash confidence and unapologetic straightforward approach to life. His Marti grabbed what she wanted, held on and damned the consequences.

  On their first meeting, she’d grabbed his cock and held on for dear life. She’d continued to hold on, even when he’d tried to restrain her by gripping her wrist in a hold powered by his baridiium-enhanced skeletal muscles. She’d been after her M.A.N. and hadn’t rested until she got him.

  Denzel’s mouth tightened. He was damned if he was going to let her throw him back. He had to hold her.

  Lifting the cream cover, he slid into bed beside her, careful not to jar her. Increment by slow increment, he maneuvered his body until he lay spooned with her, cuddling her to his chest, his arms clasped under her breasts, careful not to brush her nipples.

  The doctor had said her nipples might be extremely sensitive, even sore, and he had no wish to cause her a moment’s discomfort.

  Marti stirred and he stilled, waiting with bated breath to see if now was when they would confront their future. When she did nothing but settle closer to his warmth, nuzzling her head against his shoulder, he relaxed with a grateful sigh. Tomorrow was soon enough…

  Chapter Ten

  “What the hell are you doing in my bed?” A stinging slap accompanied her shouted question. Marti crossed her arms over her breasts, slitted her eyes in an ”I-want-answers-now!” glare. The large black man sprawled limply in her bed, taking up all the covers, didn’t answer soon enough for her so she slapped him again.

  Denzel jerked erect, eyes unfocused and hand flying to his cheek. The imprint of her hand rode his flesh and she was sure she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

  “Woman, did you hit me?”

  “Damn straight, I did. Who told you to follow me here? How dare you roll up in my bed as if you have squatting rights?”

  With a groan, Den dropped back to the mattress. “Marti, my love, it’s too early for this shit.”

  On her knees, she scooted closer to him. “It is not too early. Don’t you dare go back to sleep!” She propped her hands on her hips, incensed he could ignore her so easily.

  One chocolate eye opened and peered at her. “Are you sure you want to do this now?”

  “Right now, bud… immediately!”

  “Okay…” One hand reached up and snagged her around the neck, drawing her inexorably down to meet his smiling lips.

  She struggled to no avail, his superhuman strength overpowering her. At least, that’s what her mind came up with to handle kissing him back until he broke away, gasping for air.

  “Whew! Good morning, lover.” Denzel grinned, flashing his white teeth in a saucy come-hither dare.

  Up to the challenge, she lowered her head and took his mouth again. This time, she worked at the kiss, languidly twisting her lips on his, stabbing and dancing with his tongue. His heated taste soothed her ragged edges and she moaned into his mouth, inebriated with his flavor.

  Drawing back, she sat on her heels and ran a bold hand down his hairless chest. “I like this new look… and feel.”

  “I did it for you. I remembered --” He shifted restlessly under her caress.

  “What?” Her hands coasted down the smooth plane of his belly, eased down to the wiry curls bursting around his rising cock. “What did you remember?”

  He smiled, canting his hips toward her hand. “Everything.”

  She scooted down, pushing the cover before her, bringing one leg over to straddle his body. She nudged his erection with her nose, batting it out of the way to get to his balls. Just before she dipped her head and lapped at his hair-covered sac, she winked. “Do you remember this?”

  Denzel’s shoulders dropped flat and his head fell back, eyes rolling up in ecstasy. Both hands curved around the back of her skull, urging her mouth against him. A guttural moan escaped his lips. “Refresh my memory.”

  A talented swipe of her tongue dragged a sigh from him and his hands clenched in her hair, stopping her advancement. “On better thought, let’s go down memory lane together.”

  With dexterity helped by more than normal strength, he placed his hands on her waist and flipped her until she faced away from him, her head in proximity to his jutting cock. Her pussy, bright pink and dewed with her spilling juices, winked at him. “There, that’s better.”

  His thumbs pressed her apart, and he dove in like the starving man he was. Tongue sharpened like a spear, he stabbed past her flushed and swollen labia to the creamy flesh within her vagina. In and out, tongue flickering, lapping up the unique flavor that drove his lust into overdrive, he feasted on her. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until his mouth filled with the taste of her.

  He pulled away to gasp for air. “Oh Matrix, Marti, you taste divine.”

  Sighting down the length of his body, he watched as she opened wide and swallowed his thick shaft. Hands soothing up and down her back, he crooned to her, encouraging her actions. “That’s right, lover, suck my cock and fuck me with your mouth while I eat your pussy, baby.”

  He bent back to her, hands coming up to hold her thighs wide as his mouth nibbled and nipped at her exposed clit. Thrumming her button with his tongue, he flicked, flicked, flicked at the raw bundle of nerves, intent on sending her shooting toward orgasm.

  She bucked against him, her teeth closing down a little too sharp on his straining cock and he slapped her ass, cautioned her to ease up. “Not so fast… I want this to last. Back up and just lick me. Run your tongue over my head and under the ridge around the top.”

  A growl answered him, followed by a warning nip to the tip of his penis. “Who’s running this show?”

  Denzel froze. There it was, the question he’d been waiting for.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Are you feeling nauseated? Breasts not sore? Don’t have to go to the bathroom?”

  Where the hell did that come from? Marti let Denzel’s thick black cock fall from her mouth as she turned her head to confront him. “I’m fine for now.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  “Just need to know you and the baby are okay.” He gently moved her legs until she was lying alongside his body, no longer straddling him.

  She narrowed her eyes; certain he was up to something. “What are you up to, you sneaky bastard?”

  He smiled as he rose from the bed and stalked over to the overnight bag sitting on top the bedside dresser. Not hurrying, he opened the case and withdrew something. “Well, I’d say about nine and a half inches, give or take a few.”

  Marti dragged her eyes away from the bobbing baseball stick jutting between his thighs and met his knowing gaze. She swallowed. “Yeah, I can see that.”

  Hard as it was to believe, she’d had that pole buried to the hilt in her cunt and it had felt beyond good. Her pussy ached, labia fluttered. She wanted him, wanted his nine and a half -- give or take a few -- inches deep in her weeping vagina. She needed him.

  “Here, Marti, put this on me.”

  She looked down at his open palm and then looked back up at his face. “Why are you worried about a condom at this late date? I’m already pregnant.”

  “I’m about to address the question you asked me earlier. This will help.”

  A frown pulled her brows together. “Which one?”

  Denzel’s full lips thinned in a wide smile. “The question of who’s running this show.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah. Oh. Now get it on me.”

  Her hands fumbled with the package. She glanced up and met his implacable gaze. Lowering her head, she attacked the stubborn plastic, heart stuttering in her chest. She still didn’t understand why he needed a condom, how its use would define their relationship.

  As she worked to get the thing smoothly rolling over his distended bar of flesh, he kept up a running soliloquy. “I waited a long time for a woman like you to come into my life. I’d had an accident over five years ago. I w
as a wreck. They rebuilt me, literally, from scratch. Due to radiation poisoning, my bones were cheese, so they rebuilt those, too -- with baridiium. Only thing… my cock didn’t work worth a damn.”

  That brought her head up. And her eyebrows in question.

  He nodded soberly. “Yep, the old pistol was made of rubber, not steel. See, they couldn’t put a piece of baridiium in there. That would make it hard and erect at all times. Imagine giving a doctoral thesis presentation with your damned cock at full mast. The team of doctors put in a penile pump. Theoretically, I could pump my penis up and maintain an erection as long as I wanted.”

  Marti grinned. “Sounds like a nice solution for the lady in your life.”

  He shook his head slowly. “Only problem with it is when the pump is engaged, it automatically shuts off the duct to my testicles. It’s like a cock ring. I have an emotional climax, but no physical one. No babies. I was unhappy with the situation, to say the least.”

  “Why?” She touched her belly with one hand while keeping the condom in place with the other. “There is obviously no problem in shutting off the pump to do the deed.”

  “You don’t understand. Until that morning at M.A.N.-Kind, Inc., I’d never had a penile erection that didn’t take place without the pump.”

  Marti drew back to stare up into his face. His dark brown eyes gazed down into hers, the expression in them stark and bleak. “You mean…”

  He placed his hands over hers, helped her roll the condom down his turgid length. “I mean, you are the reason for my erections. I think about you, I get hard. I smell a whiff of your perfume and I’m ready. When you touch me, I have a hard time not throwing you down and fucking you raw. I mean I don’t need the pump when I’m around you. For you, and you alone, Marti, I have the stamina of Spike the vampire.”

  Marti didn’t know what to say. “How sweet” just didn’t do the job, somehow. “But you were hard that day, when I touched you.”

  “I became hard the minute you touched me. You brought me to my knees, Martini Harmon. I didn’t pretend to be an A.I. to go along with Chad. I pretended to be your A.I. in order to stay close to you. Imagine my surprise when one of the most celebrated Amazons, a decorated war heroine, cheated at trivia so she could become my sex slave.”

  Unease slithered through Marti. His words and actions, while slow and measured, did nothing to ease her growing uncertainty. Eyes narrowed, she backed away from him, her quick glance cataloguing his long lean lines and perfect physique. She knew his close-cropped curly hair to be soft to the touch -- she’d felt it, vibrant and alive, against the curve of her belly and between her thighs. That hair held a different softness than say… the texture of his lips. She couldn’t imagine a single thing that felt better than his mouth against hers.

  Her eyes shifted to his cock. Dark, almost black in hue, it boldly protruded from his body, massive and thick and long. The tan colored condom, elastic latex stretched to the max, barely fit. His cock was as thick around as her wrist. The thought of having that monster inside her should have been uncomfortable. Instead, she felt a trickle of warmth roll down her thigh in anticipation.

  Marti groaned, belly tightening, mouth drying out. Matrix, I need a fuck. It’s been three long months and a frozen five years before that…

  If he didn’t make his move soon, she’d jump his bones and take what she wanted.

  “Who is running this show, Martini?”

  “Damn it, Den, are we back to that?”

  “We never left it.”

  “I don’t care if you run it as long as you stop stalling and fuck me.”

  Den walked up to her, crowded her with his rampant erection. “That’s not quite what I had in mind.”

  She took a step backward before she knew it. She braced, and her head came up in challenge. No man backed her up. “I wish you’d get something going on in there,” she taunted, taking a deliberate step toward him. “If you’re smart, you’ll take advantage of my horniness before I remember why I’m mad at you.”

  He didn’t move and her step bumped her up against his rock hard body. His hands came up and captured her arms. Den leaned down in her face and met her eyes, his gaze implacable and stern. “Oh, I want you to remember your anger, because I’m angry, too.”

  She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, renewed ire mixing with a sinking feeling of disappointment. Something told her she wasn’t getting fucked anytime soon. Well, damn him and the horse he rode in on.

  Giving in to her anger, Marti pushed off his chest. She didn’t get far. Twisting in his unbreakable grasp, she spat invectives at him. “Piss on you, Denzel, take your ass to the end of the line! What the fuck do you have to be angry about, ass-wipe? I was the one left abandoned and pregnant. I was the one lied to and deceived.”

  Denzel yanked her closer, his hands locked on her, eyes blazing. “End of the line? You are way out of line, young woman. I’m about to do an attitude adjustment on your whining ass…” He dragged her over to the bed, sat down and pulled her over his lap.

  She couldn’t believe he was going to beat her. Cold fire seared along her nerve endings as she began to struggle in earnest. “I’ll cut your damned dick off if you hit me!” Snarls erupted from her as she fought viciously against his hold.

  “I’ll pass you the knife when I’m finished. Damned thing’s no good to me without you in my life.”

  Smack!

  Damn, that hurt like a mother!

  Smack! “You will learn to respect me!”

  “Shit-faced asshole!”

  Smack! “You will learn to keep your street lethal mouth closed unless it’s wrapped around my cock!”

  Damned pervert! I refuse to let him see me cry.

  Smack! “You will learn to believe me!”

  “Not as far as I can throw you.”

  Smack!

  That one landed harder than the rest. She reared up in protest. “Hey, that’s a baridiium hand you’re using! Lighten up!”

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  His hand fell with practiced control, spreading flames across the entire surface of her bottom. “You damn sure will learn to trust me!”

  She could feel the heat burning her from the inside out. Not so surprisingly, recalling their first encounter, she reveled in the spanking. Her cunt spasmed, growing wetter as the punishment went on. What surprised her were the tears flooding her eyes. She wailed. “You left me to die. I was dying without you, Denzel.”

  Strong arms lifted her from his lap and wrapped around her. He clutched her close to his chest, crooning apologies as he kissed the tears from her face. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry, so sorry. I couldn’t come to you. I couldn’t. I came as soon as I could, and brought my mother to meet you.”

  Marti sobbed, her tears wetting his chest. She dug her fingers in his hair and held on, crying her pain out. Her voice broke as she gasped her pathetic confession. “I knew. Deep down, I knew I was pregnant, but I had to pretend that I didn’t, because I’d fallen in love with you. If you were real and could leave me, then you didn’t love me and I couldn’t face that pain.”

  Frantic kisses fell on her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. “Oh babe, I do love you. I loved you when you grabbed hold of my cock and wouldn’t let go. I was so tickled at how you backed Chad down, demanded your man and wouldn’t leave without him. I used a lot of excuses to pretend to be your M.A.N. that week, but the truth was I simply couldn’t resist the chance to be with you. Anyone could see you weren’t ready to entertain the thought of having a real, live man in your life at that point, so the only thing I could do was play along.” Denzel leaned his forehead on hers, panting into her mouth. “I meant what I said when I fucked you that first time. Do you remember?”

  She nodded. How could she ever forget? The words -- all his words -- were etched on her heart.

  “Repeat them,” he demanded, pled, hands stroking up and down her arms in a calming sweep. His lips brushed hers. “Please.”

  “From this m
oment on, I take you as my own. I offer in exchange my body, my heart and my soul. Take me, Martini, take me and be mine…” Moved to new tears, her voice faltered at the last.

  “I meant every word,” he assured her, his voice hoarse and unsteady. Then he kissed her, his tongue greeting hers in joyful reunion. Their breath mingled, she drew his essence in and gave him hers. When they draw apart, both breathed heavy and fast.

  “Baby still okay?”

  She loved that he checked on their little one, concerned over its well-being. Also, she marveled she hadn’t yet felt the need to upchuck. The morning was looking up! “All’s quiet on that front, for once.”

  “Good.” He held his hand out and she took it without a second thought. She imagined she would always go to him like that. Like a homing pigeon winging toward rest.

  Chapter Twelve

  Marti stole a glance at Denzel. He walked beside her, glorious in his nakedness, his dark skin gleaming with health and vitality. His cock, still hard as a rock and standing tall, swayed with every step. He led her to the kitchen and pulled a chair from under the table.

  Still in that calm, after-tears place of detachment, Marti watched as he positioned the chair just so. Her curiosity piqued, she finally roused enough to seek satisfaction. “Getting ready to eat breakfast?”

  His answering slashing grin made her eyebrows rise. Talk about salacious! “No, I have a heavier meal in mind.” Teeth glinting, he made a production of reaching up, opening a cupboard and removing a tub of…

  “Uh, is that what I think it is?” Her heart thumped once then stalled.

  Denzel nodded, uncapping the jar. “We have some unfinished business.” Never taking his eyes off her, he scooped a generous dollop into his palm and slathered the goop over his condom-covered cock.

  Her pulse pounded out of rhythm. “Oh Matrix unwinding, you want to take my ass!”