The Virtual Man (MF)
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Romance]
Jaded from an ugly divorce, and traveling to the edge of colonized space on a luxury starship, Tiana Weiss books a suite equipped with a holographic chamber. Anticipating a vacation in a virtual world limited only by her imagination, without men, Tiana finds, to her surprise, the chamber comes equipped with its own holographic attendant, resembling a Greek god straight from Mt. Olympus.
Discovering the 'holograph,' for which she felt an unwanted, inexplicable, physical and emotional attraction, is actually Derek Hart, a brilliant computer programmer and escaped convict. Tiana's trip takes on the proportions and heat of a comet trying to wrench free from the gravitational pull of a collapsing star as she begins trading her anger and hurt for wanton desire.
Two brilliant minds, two battered hearts, two passionate lovers battle their own hurts, struggle for physical survival and desperately seek to unravel a conspiracy that threatens the existence of 25th century earth.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Let me try to explain this to the tin can one more time, she thought in despair.
“It takes seventeen days to travel to the Magellan Outpost and I’m not scheduled to return to Earth for two years.” Counting carefully on her fingers, as if speaking to a child, she continued, “This is my job. I have to go. I have to go in an hour. You need to—”
Tiana’s explanation was cut short by a loud thud, accompanied by the sound of furniture legs scraping across the marble floor. She was sure something or someone was about to fall on her. Startled from her diatribe she turned toward the sound and saw a man falling at her feet.
Hmmm, maybe this is a good omen. It would be nice to have men falling at my feet … making it easier to kick them in the balls, step on their faces and, should they happen to have one, rip out their little hearts with the stiletto heel of my shoe!
Wow, where did that thought come from? Tom, her cheating, abusive, soon-to-be-ex-husband had really done a number on her. She was becoming a man-hating cynic. She eyed the stranger at her feet.
Great! He’s blatantly staring up my dress!
“Are you okay? Would you like me to spread my legs wider to give you a better view?” Her sarcasm seemed lost on the stranger, who was now sporting the sneaky, shit-eating grin of a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The man was wearing the bright orange jumpsuit of a Galactic Alliance prisoner. Just her luck. As she’s trying to get rid of one deadbeat, another one drops in her path. Maybe it was her perfume. Eau de Bum! Guaranteed to drive the parasites in your life wild with lust!
The man stretched his hand out to her. Without thinking, or realizing the consequences of her action, Tiana automatically grabbed it to help him up. Prisoner or not, he was a human being and the least she could do was help him up. Besides, the sooner he got up, the sooner he would look somewhere else. As their hands touched, Tiana’s heart raced, her breathing became erratic and she swayed on her feet. To add to her predicament, heat rose up between her legs and she felt herself involuntarily twitch at the unexpected contact. There was a sexual sensory connection in that touch that she had never felt before. Alarmed in that fraction of a second that it took to feel the jolt of lust, she let go of the stranger and pulled her hand back, watching in shock as he fell back down, his eyes seeming to reconnect with her panties.
This time his gaze did not bother Tiana. Instead, she felt empowered and energized. She felt his eyes searing and elating her most personal area, much as a laser would cut through a steel plate.
The stranger quickly regained his composure and helped himself up. As he raised the fullness of his frame up off the floor, his gaze progressed up her body with leisurely confidence. She felt a wave of heat following it, burning wherever his eyes lingered. Tiana stood her ground watching his body go up … and up … and up.
Okay, he’s bigger than a bread box.
His hair and beard were long and scraggly, not quite to her liking, but he sure smelled good. He smelled like, well, a man. Plain and simple he smelled like a man, not like a bottle of men’s cologne, sissy soap or sweat for that matter. Tiana watched helplessly as his brilliant blue eyes swept over her face, making contact with hers, and a smile more potent than a thousand disruptor cannons took her breath away.
Er, excuse me, sir, would you mind removing your ugly jail jumpsuit so that I may check out your body and relieve my curiosity? Arghh!!! Cancel that thought. Control, control, control, Tiana. He’s a criminal, for crying out loud.
She was not going to let this piece ofincontrovertible evidence of the fact that men had evolved from prehistoric swine rattle her. He had been shamelessly looking up her dress, for goodness’ sake. Orange Jumpsuit Guy was no different than Tom. He had one thing in mind and she knew it wasn’t discussing weather programming.
“I am now,” he finally responded to her inquiry after several seconds of silence. “With regards to your legs, they’re spread just fine, but I am much obliged for the offer.” The man spoke with a sexy drawl that hijacked her thoughts back to her teen years. Back to those summer afternoons at her parents’ ancestral home, in one of the few still rural parts of the North Georgia mountains. Those days life was simple. It had been spent lazily sipping sweet tea on the front porch with her family, talking about everything, yet nothing in particular.
With a grin, he cocked his head and said, “So, my fair goddess, are you busy for dinner …”
Oh my, there’s a mouth to die for underneath that beard, with killer white teeth and full yummy lips. I wonder what his tongue would feel—No! Stop! That’s my vagina thinking, not my brain.Clearly, the last thirteen months without sex had taken their toll on her.
Derek watched as his sexy wife, her curvaceous bottom swaying, strode towards the waterfall.
“Do not come in the water,” she told him.
“You’ve been ordering me around for days. Now it’s my turn. Do not follow me into the water,” she stated firmly in a no-nonsense tone.
As she walked away from him, Derek watched her pale-pink blouse come off and be tossed aside. She only stopped moving long enough to kick off her sandals. Her skirt and panties came down next in one fell swoop, leaving her as naked as the day she came into the world.
Stepping into the water she murmured, “It’s nice and cool. Very refreshing. Too bad you’re in time out.”
She continued through the refreshingly cool water until she found herself underneath the waterfall, knee deep in the water. Derek couldn’t take his eyes off her. Tiana had a natural way of moving, an unawareness of her beauty that drove him to the edge of insanity. He wasn’t prepared for what she did next. With clear intent, she leaned back on the smooth rocks and let the water splash down on her. Rubbing her body with a soft soap-like rock Derek had found for her, she washed herself casually, keeping her eyes trained on him, as if she were measuring his reaction to her every move and every touch. He did not disappoint her. He stood less than twenty feet away, watching her.
* * * *
Holding her rock-soap with one hand, she allowed the water to rinse her, as she rubbed the soap off her heated skin with the other. While he may not want to stay married she knew she had a deep sexual connection to him giving her back some power and control.
Time to step up the action for you, my sweet thing.
As she rinsed, Tiana allowed her hands to gently glide along the curves of her body, helping the water do its job. She saw the lust in his eyes as her slender fingers slowed and touched the tips of her swollen breasts. She was doing this for his benefit, she tried to convince herself, but when she flicked her erect nipples she gasped at her own touch. She’d never done this before. Not for Tom, not even for herself, yet somehow it felt right to be doing this for a man who made her feel so desired. He was her husband, it was okay. If she had to use sex to make him think long and hard about what he would be missing if he left her, so be it.
Derek had removed his clothes as he watched Tiana’s performance. The hardness between his legs was clear evidence that he was wondrously bewitched. She knew that she had caused that desire and that it was just for her!
Tiana allowed her hand to leave her aching breasts, move across her belly and down to the juncture between her legs. As her fingers caressed her swollen and sensitive nubbin, she felt desire shoot up her body, forcing a moan from within her.
With her eyes Tiana told Derek it was time. Receiving her silent command, he waded into the water straight for her, never breaking the connection of her gaze. Not a word was uttered by either one of them. Tiana experienced a variety of thrills stemming from her actions. The physical aspect was thrilling, the power exhilarating, the danger enticing and the safety freeing. She enjoyed the influence she had over this man. She was in control. He had walked over because she had wanted him to. He was utterly unable to deny her anything.
Reaching the waterfall, Derek gazed deeply into her green eyes. Never breaking eye contact, she arched her back and moved one leg off to the side, sending him another direct but silent order, one he was only too happy to obey.
Derek cupped his strong hands around her bottom and lifted her off the ground. In one swift move he impaled her on his aching manhood. She was wet for him and not because of the waterfall either. Tiana felt him fill her as she wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck. This was the very definition of two becoming one.
As he thrust into her, Tiana looked down and watched Derek’s mouth latch onto one of her succulent nipples. When he gently bit it, she rewarded him with a little scream that begged for mercy, the mercy to do keep nipping at it.
“Oh, my. Derek! You take me to paradise.”
Tiana was surrounded by his essence. The intensity she was feeling at this moment was breathtaking, time was suspended, her nerves inflamed, her desire feverish.
“Harder,” she heard herself say. Had she really said that? “Show me, show me how much you want me.”
Saying nothing, Derek continued to let his actions speak for him. Slowly pulling out just enough to make her want him more, he then forcefully thrust himself back in, winding her up tighter … and tighter … and tighter each time.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed release. With unparalleled desperation she felt herself crossing the point of no return.
“Ohhh fuck!” she screamed as she felt an orgasm ravage and rage through her body, providing the release she craved. Wave after wave overcame her as Derek followed, filling her with his seed as he too was lifted up and carried into oblivion.
As Derek’s knees gave out, they both slipped into the water, clasping each other tightly, overcome by the passion they had just shared. It was all they could do to reach the side of the pool, where they lay on their backs enveloped in the powerful and magical afterglow of their lovemaking, allowing the hot sun to wash over their naked and sated bodies.