Justin (25 page)

When she felt him move all the way in, she closed her eyes, not caring about anything but the feeling of Justin ramrod hard inside her, the gentle slap of his balls on her ass, the contrast of his hot, hard body with the cool satin beneath her hands and knees.

The feelings took her over the top just as Justin groaned with them. She felt the rapid pulses of his coming, his seed scalding into her.

Perhaps that seed would give them both another joy. Deanna hoped it with all her heart.

They fell together onto the bed, Justin still inside her, Deanna laughing. The screens showed her smiling, Justin naked, his bronzed body beautiful as it covered hers.

The room started to dim, and Deanna realized that the screens were flicking off, one by one, as their excitement spun down. Finally, only one remained, showing Deanna and Justin twined together, he spooned behind her, her small body fitting into the curve of his much larger one.

“Wow,” Deanna said.

His breath was warm in her ear. “You liked that?”

“Maybe we should redo your place with cameras.”

Justin chuckled. “Maybe we should.”

More silence as they wound into the comfort of the bed. Deanna was perfectly warm, the room’s temperature exactly regulated for a spent woman with a Shareem curled around her.

“You’re going to leave Bor Narga, aren’t you?” Deanna asked after a time.

She felt his little start, but he only said, “Hmm?”

“You can’t want to stay here, and now, you don’t need to. You’ve done what you came here to do.”

“That’s true.” Justin drew his thumbnail beneath one of her nipples. “But when I go, you’re coming with me. We’re lifemates now.”

Deanna’s heart beat faster, happiness threatening to drown her. “Just try and stop me.”

“Mmm, that might be fun. I could tie you down and leave you here, then come back to lick you all over, then come back again to fuck you . . .”

Deanna laughed. “You are such a level two.”

His eyes narrowed. “How would you know?”

“Katarina and I talked a lot on our trip. She gave me details about all the levels—she’s learned much, being medic to the Shareem. And Brianne has some interesting tales about what it’s like with a level one versus a level three.”

“The ladies have naughty mouths.”

“About Shareem, yes.” Deanna touched her abdomen and lost her smile. “You had Sybellie. Do you think it’s possible for me too?”

“To have my child?” Justin slid his hand over hers where it rested on her belly. “I hope so. We’ll see, won’t we? I told Katarina to stop giving me the sterility inoculations.”

“Good.” Her heart warmed. Justin had given her enough of his seed today that something might come of it.

“We can always make sure,” Justin said.

She felt her smile return. “I’m exhausted. Can we rest a
few
more minutes?”

“Sure. What we did was recorded, if you want to watch it again.”

She jumped. “Recorded?” Her face heated. “I’m not sure I want to see that. I probably looked ridiculous.”

Justin’s eyes went soft. “You were beautiful.”

“Though it wouldn’t be bad to see you again. Especially that cock.”

“Not what I’ll be looking at.” Justin reached for the handheld on the bedside table and clicked a few buttons. “Here we go. Lie back and enjoy.”

The screens lit with images. She got to again watch Justin undress himself, the cameras showing every detail of his body, from strong fingers to wide chest, to tight backside, to long, thick cock.

He was right about watching—seeing Justin take her, Deanna looking up at him, her eyes heavy, made her warm and excited.

“See?” Justin tossed aside the handheld. “It can be a lot of fun. Now, let’s show those people on the screen how much better we can do it.”

He rolled Deanna into the mattress, hands pinning her wrists. Deanna rose to meet him, laughing as he laughed.

“I love you, Justin.”

He nuzzled her. “I love you too, sweet Deanna,” he said. “Thank you for setting me free.”

Her smile widened. “But I arrested you.”

“And as soon as you clicked those cuffs around me, you in that sexy coverall, I knew you were the woman for me.”

“Oh, bullshit.”

“Absolutely true. If you don’t believe me, you can put me in the cuffs again.”

Deanna laughed. “I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” He closed his eyes as he slid inside her. “Deanna, my world.”

Deanna held him close, and then loving took over, and then, bliss.

A Shareem male.

Easy to tell he was Shareem, first because he was tall, more than six and a half feet. Second, because of the slim black chain on his left biceps. Third, because he was naked, except for a loincloth around his waist.

From the other side of the airy white hall, Talan watched the Shareem pause in front of the door to a holo-block.

The Shareem had long hair, dark blond and pulled into a tail that hung between his shoulder blades. His back muscles were sculpted to perfection, tapering to a small waist and muscular thighs.

The loincloth left his backside bare. Talan had never seen a man’s backside before. It was enough to dry her mouth and start her juices flowing.

Reading about Shareem was one thing. Researching in a dusty library was one thing. Seeing a Shareem in the flesh was something completely different.

She knew now why women had once gone crazy trying to get them.

Shareem. Genetically enhanced males, grown and bred for the pleasure of females. A craze twenty years ago, very illegal these days.

Despite the cooling system inside Talan’s robes, sweat trickled down her back.

He paid for the holo-block with a credit strip, and the big door slid open. Beyond, Talan glimpsed an ocean, palm trees and a beach. Good choice.

The Shareem entered the room. The door started to close.

Talan had never broken a rule in her life. Talan d’Urvey would never, ever sneak into a holo-block rented for only one person. That would be wrong.

But she’d followed him this far, and she could not linger for hours waiting for him to come out.

The door had nearly closed. Talan flung herself across the hall and into the holo-room just before the door boomed shut behind her.

*** *** ***

Rees gazed out across the blue-green waves of the tropical ocean, sank his toes into the warm sand, and thought about the woman following him.

Rees liked oceans. The desert world of Bor Narga had no oceans, except for a dried-up one in the middle of the planet.

He liked the soothing cool of the water and the tropical air touching his ass, kissing his skin like a woman’s lips. It was a perfect place to ponder the problem Rio had brought to him and to think about the woman.

She’d been following him all morning, ever since he’d left the bazaar. At first he’d thought she was a patroller, one of that fine body of women who enjoyed harassing the now-free Shareem.

A closer glance told him no. Her robes placed her as upper-class. The patterns and colors on them indicated she was unmarried, educated, and celibate.

A celibate young woman following a Shareem.

He wanted to laugh.
Naughty girl.

She’d followed him into the holo-block then dived for cover behind the broad-leafed plants and stayed there.

Maybe he should give her a show. He could stretch out on the sand, place his hand on his thigh and brace his cock so it would point straight to the sky. He’d spread his legs a little, show her that his balls were tight and lifting for her.

The DNAmo programmers had designed Shareem to respond to even subtle stimulation. Just being watched by an interested woman could make his cock rise.

Besides, she was cute.

He imagined her coming out from her hiding place, kneeling and taking him in her mouth.

Mmm, he wanted that.

A celibate wouldn’t know what to do. He’d have to show her. His cock tingled in anticipation.

She must not know what he was, or she’d have run away as fast as her high-heeled boots would let her.

She should have picked a level one Shareem to follow. Level ones were pretty harmless. Even level twos could be fun, if a lady enjoyed, say, a little spanking.

Level threes could get even more creative.

Rees was a level all by himself.

Even ladies used to Shareem said Rees was dangerous. They said it with an excited tremor in their voices.

Rees was one of the reasons Shareem were taboo now. He’d been an experiment, a risk,
a step too far,
some said.

One day he’d heard the scientists say that they needed to terminate the experiment. He’d been pretty sure how they were going to do that.

He’d gotten away, and the next week the company went bankrupt. DNAmo, who’d thrived for a hundred years breeding the perfect servants and then the perfect males, disappeared.

People had looked for Rees at first, then had forgotten about him. They believed the DNAmo scientists had fled with him. No one even knew what he looked like.

Rio knew. Rees knew. A few women thought they knew, but couldn’t be sure.

And here he was.

He could taste the lady’s pheromones on the air. She was wet and wanting him.

Well, she’d get what she came for. She should learn not to play with fire.

He turned around and made for her hiding place in the greenery. He’d give her a chance to leave. That was only fair.

He stopped right in front of her. Between the broad, flat leaves behind which she crouched, her fire-colored hair and transparent veil nestled like a flower.

“Come on out,” he said.

The figure didn’t move.

“You’re not really hiding,” Rees said, trying not to laugh. “I see you.”

She quivered a second, then slowly stood up.

Rees took a stunned step back. Did he say cute? She was gorgeous.

Red hair framed the round face of a woman in her early twenties. Thick, black lashes enhanced the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. He imagined her fluttering those lashes over his lips, over his balls . . .

Her robes mostly hid her, but he could see the swell of breasts and the round of her hips and backside. He liked imagining what she looked like under all that fabric. He’d like to take off those robes, layer by slow layer.

“Well?” he said.

“Well, what?” She was trying to be snooty, but she was too nervous.

“Why are you following me?”

She got more nervous. “I thought this room was empty.”

Liar.
He laughed. “No, you didn’t.”

Another thing enhanced on a Shareem was his voice. He could soothe a woman just by saying hello, make her shiver by saying her name.

The woman looked anything but soothed. “I thought — I did not mean to — It’s all right, I’ll leave.”

She swung around, robes whirling in the tropical breeze. He caught her arm. She turned, startled, then she glared at him.

A Shareem never touched an upper-class woman without her permission. It wasn’t done.

His friend Rio, a level three and not ashamed of it, did it all the time.

“I’m just a badass,” Rio would say. Rio would have already lifted this lady’s skirts and showed her what a level three could do.

Rees was a little kinder.

“I can think of only one reason a celibate woman would follow a Shareem,” Rees said.

She blinked. “Oh? Why?”

He lowered his voice, made it still more seductive. “Because she wants her first fuck. Why else?”

She looked at him in amazement, and her face turned bright red. “Of course not.”

“You didn’t follow me to play hide and seek. You’re celibate. You want me to make you un-celibate.”

“No, no,” she said. “I will go to a clinic for that.”

Upper-class women had clinics for sexual health and for donating DNA to make children. None of them had anything to do with sex.

Not swollen cock in hot, slippery pussy kind of sex anyway.

“Then what?”

She blushed. “I just wanted to see a Shareem.”

He spread his arms. “Here I am.”

She made no pretense of not looking. Those blue eyes moved as she examined him from his blond hair all the way down his muscled chest and flat stomach, his thighs and calves and bare feet.

Her gaze rose again, lingered on the loincloth, which was bulging, and landed on the black chain on his biceps.

“Do you mind being a slave?” she asked.

“Shareem aren’t slaves,” he said. “We do what we want.”
Mostly.

“But you were made in a factory.”

“Grown in a vat, yeah. But here we are.”

She looked him up and down one more time, fascinated. “You’re not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re human,” she said, in wonder. “I didn’t think you’d be so human.”

That stunned him. Most women looked no farther than his huge cock and didn’t much care about anything else.

He wasn’t considered human. Humanoid, maybe.

Something in his heart warmed a tiny bit. He should be kind to her. Let her get away.

No. Hunt her through the brush and out into the waves —

He stopped the thought. “You shouldn’t have followed me. A level one, maybe. But not me.”

Her brows rose. “Why not?”

“Because I’m Rees.”

Her look told him she’d never heard of him. “What is a Rees?”

She made him laugh, lucky for her. The rest of his body screamed at him to throw her down and fuck her and get it over with.

“That’s my name.”

Her cheeks got red again. “Oh.”

He laughed out loud. “Don’t worry about it, babe. Come and swim with me,” he suggested, pitching his voice to seduce. “The water’s nice.”

“No, I can’t. Thank you for asking, but I’m not ready.”

She breathed fast, pushing her delectable breasts up and down.

“Not ready for what?”

“For swimming. Or anything else. My research isn’t complete.”