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Root only knew that Sameen had entered the server room by the faint scent of her perfume and the reflected glimmer of the server lights in her eyes when Root turned her head to look for her. Her hands paused on the keyboard as she allowed herself to savour Shaw’s presence for just a moment. It was a relief, to be honest, that the former ISA agent hadn’t been held up during her unplanned journey across the city.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said quietly, barely catching Shaw’s minimal eyeroll as she silently approached. “Thanks for the assist.”
“Yeah, you owe me,” muttered Shaw. “I had a pizza and brews lined up for watching the game, but since your boss indicated it couldn’t wait, here I am.” She grimaced. “Setting off the theft alarm on my phone while I was in the bathroom got my attention all right. But maybe next time she could be a little more subtle if she doesn’t want to wait for me to change my pants.” She scowled as she caught Root’s delighted expression in the monitor’s glow. “I didn’t have to change my pants, okay? But it was close. Stupid-ass robot.”
Root wasn’t able to wipe the smirk off her face, but too bad. “That’s good to know, Sam. I’m sorry to interrupt your exciting evening, but things are a little behind here. Some trouble cracking the encryption layers on the finance data. Douglas Dare is one of the largest law firms in the world—it seems like they’ve spent some of their billions on decent security consultants for once. I should have been done in forty minutes, but we’re coming up to sixty now.”
Shaw was all business. “You can’t abort?”
“It’s better I don’t, because they’re migrating their systems to a secure datacenter from tomorrow that I”—Root gestured down at her Melinda Porter ensemble—“won’t have access to. Unfortunately, the next guard walkthrough starts soon.”
“Okay, how much longer do you need?”
“Not much. Plan B is currently hopping through the network looking for a golden ticket vector, and it’s about 87% through. We’ll have something useable within three minutes. Or we won’t.”
“When are the guards due?”
“Mm, in about 94 seconds.”
Shaw’s scowl reappeared.
“Now, sweetie, I didn’t want you getting bored—” Root trailed off, smiling, as Sameen silently exited into the dark corridor. Root congratulated herself on having the foresight to disable the lighting motion sensors for just such a contingency and turned back to her work.
When Shaw got back, Root was set up behind a row of server racks with her laptop on what looked like a small wheeled bar table, a red cable running between her machine and the back of a server. A tiny led light on a bendable stalk attached to the top of the laptop screen illuminated the workspace and a small area around it.
Shaw stuck her hands in her pockets and slouched against a rack as she observed Root in action. It never got old, watching Root’s agile hands dancing across a keyboard, her long shapely neck tilted toward the screen, gaze intent through her nerd glasses, the tiny creases showing on her forehead as she concentrated.
The whole thing was a look with Root in professional lawyer mode (any time, honestly, but definitely now). Tiny wisps of hair were escaping Root’s bun, showing off that gorgeous neck, the sexy dark red shirt accentuated her fine collarbones, the tight pencil skirt hugged her long thighs and fine butt, and finally, the super-hot high heels made Root look even more elegantly stilt-like than usual.
Root soon finished typing and looked over her glasses at Shaw. “Managed to get a silver ticket for the database service account, so good progress here. Everything okay?”
Shaw nodded. “Yeah. The guards supplied their own zip ties, so that saved a little time. They’re resting in the plant room next door while you finish up.”
“Wonderful. They don’t need to report in until 2330, so that gives us another hour-fifteen.” Root hit the ENTER key on her laptop with emphasis. “And now we’re copying. It’s going to take a while to get the data over the crossover cable from this little honey, but it’s harder to spot if it looks like the traffic is going to another cluster member. With any luck, we won’t set off any system monitors they’d bother investigating before business hours.”
Much of this tech-speak was gobbledygook to Shaw, but she enjoyed the sight of Root’s fingers affectionately giving a gentle tug to a couple of the server cables. It gave her some extra inspiration for the plan she had in mind for passing the time.
“What’s the deal with those?” Shaw nodded at a set of cables that had one end plugged into a narrow box with a lot of blinking lights at the top of the rack. The other ends were coiled together and velcroed halfway down an upright.
Root glanced at where Shaw was indicating. “Spare network cables. Some places like to have spare cables ready to go so techs don’t need to remember to bring them when installing new hardware. They’re plugged into the network switch up top—all its ports are filled with cables even though half aren’t actually in use right now—and secured out of the way until there’s a server that needs them.”
Shaw then pointed with her chin at a half-empty server rack nearby that had almost no lights showing on the equipment installed inside. A large briefcase-shaped grey plastic case lined with pink foam was sitting on the topmost component. “And that?”
“Seems like they’ve gotten a jump on the datacenter migration, so we infiltrated this place not a moment too soon,” said Root thoughtfully. “That looks like a data storage unit full of hard drives that would have occupied the entire rack. See the drives slotted into the foam in that transportation case? They must be right in the middle of packing.”
“So that storage thing and those cables are not being used and no-one will notice if they’re moved while we’re here?”
Root’s eyebrows rose toward her hairline. “No. The remaining part of the storage unit still has power feeding the disk shelves—the little red lights there show they’re connected—but it’s definitely inactive. No blinking green lights. The spare network cables aren’t connected to servers, so they’re basically invisible.”
Shaw wondered whether Root was tired or something, because the nerd was definitely slow on the uptake right now. Maybe she was distracted because of the stressy geek stuff earlier.
Shaw moved over to the silent storage unit and examined the drive transportation case. It was almost full, with just one empty slot left in the pink foam. She closed and secured the case, slid it out of the rack, and placed it on the floor to one side. She straightened to see Root watching her with a faint wrinkle on her brow, obviously puzzled at Shaw’s manoeuvres.
She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the info, Root. Maybe you can get over here and help me.”
“Help you what?” said Root, pretty stupidly.
“Get this party started.” Shaw’s lips curved up into an anticipatory smirk as she pulled a knife from the sheath at the small of her back and a braid of paracord from one of her pockets. She let her eyes drift up and down Root’s form, lingering on the all good parts. There were plenty of them, after all.
It was worth the previous few moments of cluelessness for the look of utter goofy delight that passed over Root’s face as she realised—about time—what was going down.
“Oh, darlin’,” she drawled with a sexy smile as she sauntered over to Shaw, letting her hips sway and heels click on the floor as she never did ordinarily. “I thought you’d never ask.”
“It’s not polite to keep a lady waiting, Sameen,” Root complained, pouting.
Shaw simply grinned, satisfied, as she stepped back to admire her handiwork …and to let Root marinate just a bit more. Root was meticulous and patient when it came to her work, but when it came to sex (especially when she was bottoming), all patience evaporated. Which was when Shaw naturally enjoyed fucking with her the most. Still, they had barely an hour left now—time to get the show on the road.
She briefly went around all the bindings by sight and touch, ignoring Root’s impatient little huffs. Each wrist was nicely secured by a lark’s head knot that worked pretty well with the stiff cable. The knots were locked off so they wouldn’t tighten down further, but were good and snug around Root’s wrists. The other ends were tied with simple slipped half-hitches to the uprights on the far side of the rack. They’d come undone at a tug on the free end, but they were well out of Root’s reach. She nearly always tried to test her restraints, of course. At least until Shaw got her mind onto something else.
Root’s ankles were bound to the bottom of the rack on each side with similar locked-off lark’s heads. There was enough slack in the cables that she could move her feet a decent amount and Shaw could get her shoes off if required. In the meantime, the heels looked hot, so they stayed on.
The cherry on the sundae was Root’s position, with her top half bent over inside the rack. The remaining shelves of the storage unit were just below Root’s waist height, and Shaw had folded her hoodie and placed it over the edge of the unit to provide a little protection to her hip bones. Root’s upper body rested on her elbows on the top unit in the stack and her pert butt stuck out just a little into the corridor between each row of racks.
Shaw paused to admire the view. Root’s stocking-clad legs looked particularly great in her heels with the skirt riding up on her taut thighs. Root sensed her gaze and gave a couple of tugs on the cables around her wrists to show she had plenty of fight in her. Shaw made a sarcastic snort when the cables merely flexed along their length and didn’t budge from their anchor points. Root let out another frustrated sigh, but didn’t say anything. Her hands kept tight grip on the cables binding her wrists; she was obviously ready for the ride to begin.
Shaw felt no need to say anything either while she checked the final touch: the paracord braid, now loosely but securely knotted around Root’s neck. The remainder of the braid was unravelled and the slack end hung from a rail at the side, within Shaw’s reach and leaving Root’s head with a full range of motion. For now.
It all looked fucking great. Down to the tension in Root’s body as she awaited Shaw’s next move.
Shaw bent down, flipped the case full of drives flat on its side, and shoved it between Root’s feet. Now Root would get why she’d stowed it so carefully. Shaw stepped up on on the case and bounced a couple of times. Seemed solid enough. The case walls, the foam, and drives inside combined to keep it firm, as she’d expected. The height of the case combined with her boot soles put her in the perfect position.
Shaw pressed herself against Root’s butt, grinding gently. She slid her hands between the storage unit and Root’s body until she reached her small breasts and squeezed firmly. Root let out a low hum, her nipples hardening at Shaw’s touch, and arched her back, pressing her ass into Shaw’s pelvis. Then her body stilled. “Shaw, are you packing?”
“Yes, Root.” Shaw raised her eyes ceilingward, even though Root couldn’t see, and rolled her hips once again to make sure Root got the message. “Your motor always gets revved by a bunch of servers, especially when you’re breaking into them. So I decided I could salvage some extra fun despite you and HALetta screwing up my evening plans.”
She resumed her slow grind against Root’s ass and slipped her blouse out of her skirt. Root made a sultry mmm sound as Shaw skimmed one hand along the smooth skin between her breasts and the other down under the skirt’s waistband, her fingers caressing over Root’s silky underwear.
Root’s voice, when she spoke again, seemed a little strained. “Taking out two security guards in under two minutes wasn’t enough fun for you?"
“Rentacops that haven’t seen the inside of a gym in twenty years?” Shaw gave Root a few good hip thrusts, pressing into her with the dick in her pants. “Please. Don’t insult me.”
“I’ll do my best to make it up to you, sweetie,” said Root in a slightly breathless flirtatious tone.
Oh, you will. Shaw was going to make sure of that.
She teased her fingers under Root’s underwear, enjoying the lush wetness that’d begun to gather even before Shaw had secured her in the restraints. Her fingers circled slowly before beginning a deliberate stroke. Root let out a deep moan and ground back on Shaw, her ass rhythmically pushing the strap-on against her body. Shaw’s breath huffed from her nostrils at the off/on pressure of the toy on her clit.
Root began to yank on the cables in earnest as she arched her back more to press her ass harder against her, obviously ready for the action to step up a gear. Shaw reached forward and grabbed the paracord she had set up earlier, holding the end in a firm grip as she steadily pulled on it so Root could feel the braid against her neck. She immediately let out a lascivious noise in response and Shaw leaned forward, keeping her grip on the cord. “Shut up, Root,” she muttered in her ear. “I want you to use some discipline, for once.”
Root sucked in a sharp breath and made a tiny whimper from between her teeth. Anticipating her response, Shaw added a little more pressure on the cord. “You can move your ass, but don’t move anything else till I say. If I see or feel you trying to choke on this or do anything serious to yourself before I’m ready, I’ll be out of here before you can say ‘please’. Understand me?”
Root swallowed. Shaw could feel the movement of it transmitted through the taut cord. “Yes, Sameen,” she said, almost obediently.
“Okay,” said Shaw. “We need to prepare first. If you can keep it together while that happens, you’ll get what you want. Yes?”
Root knew what Shaw meant by prepare—it meant following Shaw’s order to remain still and handle her arousal no matter what Shaw did to her. Shaw had already started her ‘preparation’ with the cable restraints. The firm pressure now on the cord around Root’s neck was both a provocation—a seriously testing one—and a warning.
She swallowed again. “Yes.”
“Make it good,” continued Shaw in a stern tone. “We don’t have time for you to mess around.”
“I’m ready,” said Root, snottily this time, her tone indicating the pout that Shaw couldn’t see.
Shaw firmed her grip on the neck cord and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. “Oh yeah? Ready to get fucked in the ass?”
Root’s entire body shuddered at Shaw’s words but she was able to stop herself pulling against the neck restraint. Ass-fucking was not something she bottomed for often—they’d worked up to it slowly each of the previous times they did it. It was all part of the plan that Shaw had decided on after Siri summonsed her. She was moderately pissed at missing the game on TV and curious as to whether Root could rise to the occasion in a more challenging situation. Shaw liked a small behavioural experiment from time to time.
Also, not least, Root’s response to butt sex was explosively hot when she was able to give it up. Making her work some to pay for the inconvenience in the hottest way possible was a win-win from Shaw’s point of view. If Root didn’t get off this time, her frustration would also be fair payment. It sure wouldn’t stop Shaw having a good time. Either way, she won.
“I… not yet.” The note of uncertainty in Root’s voice made Shaw grin fiercely. She didn’t get to hear it much.
“Good. At least you’re not wasting time trying to bullshit me.”
Root shook her head with a rueful snort that turned into sharp intake of breath when Shaw pulled her knife from its sheath again and ran it up the side of Root’s stockinged thigh. Shaw let the end of the cord drop onto Root’s back, which twitched at the sensation. With both hands, she slipped Root’s skirt all the way up, exposing her ass, which was clad in lace-edged black silk underwear. Shaw tucked the skirt hem into the waistband to keep it out the way, and slowly caressed Root’s butt with both hands. At her shiver, Shaw moved her knife hand down and tipped the point into Root’s flesh above the thigh-high stocking until it almost broke her skin. She dragged the tip along Root’s thigh a few inches to reinforce the message. “Remember what I said,” she whispered.
Shaw turned the knife so its edge was upmost, then slid it up Root’s hip and beneath her underwear. With a jerk of her wrist, the sheer fabric parted above her razor-sharp blade. Root gasped but managed to keep herself steady. Shaw switched the knife to her other hand before she grabbed the other side of Root’s underwear, holding the cloth in place for another flick of the blade. She slid the limp strip of fabric from between Root’s thighs, enjoying its dampness on her fingertips. Leaning forward, Shaw dropped the underwear remains on top of the storage unit directly beneath Root’s nose. She flipped the knife point down, holding it between her thumb and forefinger, then slipped the middle two fingers of the same hand into Root’s mouth. They both groaned as Root sucked her own wetness meticulously off Shaw’s fingers, her plush tongue caressing every millimeter of skin it could reach.
Shaw took her fingers from Root’s mouth and turned the knife up to press the edge into her throat. Enough for Root to feel it, but not breaking the skin. With her free hand, she lowered her zipper and pulled the posable dick from her pants leg, arranging it so it rode nicely on the bumper over her clit and the tip pressed into the ever-increasing wetness between Root’s legs. She recommenced a slow grind against Root’s ass, sliding the slender cock along Root’s slick folds, teasing over her clit and back again. She kept the knife steady against Root’s throat, occasionally angling it so the tip pricked her skin. Root kept her head completely still, but her hips moved with Shaw’s. Her breathing thickened and she moaned aloud when Shaw held the dick firmly and pressed it into her entrance. The angle was awkward and it couldn’t penetrate far despite its length and Root’s squirms, but it was good enough for a tease. Shaw gave a few shallow thrusts with her fingers stroking over Root’s clit and the knife occasionally laying a thin edge of sharpness against her throat.
After several minutes of build-up, Root was making incredibly turned-on noises, her body quivering as she fought to keep still despite the increasing urgency of her hip movements against Shaw’s thrusts. She was clutching at the edges of the storage unit now, trying to brace her body while pushing back to get more of Shaw’s cock inside. Shaw’s own arousal was harder to control, the liquid heat mounting inside of her with each thrust and moan in response from Root. It was all getting dangerously distracting with the live blade in play. Despite all her moans and whimpers, though, Shaw knew Root wasn’t quite where she needed to be for Shaw to fuck her as promised yet.
Making a quick decision, Shaw took the knife away from Root’s throat, despite her inarticulate sound of protest, and returned it to its sheath at the small of her back. “You’ve done okay so far, Root, no stupid slicing or strangling yourself,” she said in a low voice. “So we’re gonna change things up so we can get out of here on time. All right?”
Root looked back at Shaw as well as she could over her shoulder, and licked her reddened lips. “Yes, Sameen,” she said. The knowing glance with her words indicated that Root understood the discipline constraints were off for now. Her flushed face and the wanton look in her eye showed she was also more than ready for what was to come next.
“Good,” said Shaw. She eased the strap-on from between Root’s thighs, caressing her ass gently as she moved backward. She eyed Root’s heels, wondering if they needed to go. She crouched down and caressed Root’s delicious calves one at a time, assessing the tension in them and her feet in their shiny black pumps.
Root obviously guessed at what Shaw was doing. “I’m fine, Shaw. Most of my weight is resting on the unit and the shoes aren’t too high.”
Shaw pursed her lips contemplatively, but if Root thought she was okay, she wasn’t going to argue. “Fine. Let me know if that changes.”
“Of course, sweetie.”
Shaw sat on the disk case and eased herself backwards between Root’s spread legs until her back was pressed up against the rack. Root made a slight sound of surprise, then hummed appreciatively—it wasn’t hard to guess where this was heading. Shaw reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a glove and a packet of lube. Root, unable to see what was going on, jumped slightly when Shaw snapped on the glove. Shaw pulled the lube packet open with her teeth and generously lubed up two gloved fingers.
She rested her hand palm up between Root’s legs, her slick fingers slipping just a little between her ass cheeks. With her other hand on Root’s hip, she urged her to move back and bend her knees slightly to improve Shaw’s access. She shifted her hand to just below the waistband of Root’s skirt, under the bunched-up fabric, and pressed slightly inward and upward to expose her fully. With no further ado, she leaned forward and tongued wetly over Root’s clit, a groan escaping her at Root’s sharp cry and her convulsive jerk forward on Shaw’s mouth.
Shaw loved eating Root out, not that she’d ever bothered saying as much to the nerd. From the first moment Shaw had touched the hacker while hustling her out of the empty warehouse where The Machine had decoyed her to, she had been hooked on Root’s light, spicy personal aroma. In the end, when Root hunted her down after she escaped from the bin, Shaw hadn’t resisted doing the actual deed with her for very long. Mere hours, in fact—kind of weak, but Shaw had no regrets.
It had begun with a short fight with an agent in a shitty CIA safehouse to warm her (and Root’s) blood, soon ended by Root stunning the CIA goon to spare her energy (as Shaw figured later). After taking care of some remaining business, including stashing the goon in the bedroom closet, Root had brandished a pair of zipties at her with a smirk and a smart remark about being the “package” for the CIA to collect in the morning. Shaw had stood poleaxed staring at her, caught between being tantalised by the idea of using the restraints for something fun, and annoyed surprise at the overwhelming surge of lust that suddenly came over her.
Root had laughed at her expression, abruptly tossed the zipties on the table, and shucked off her clothing on the spot. At least her move had rapidly clarified that Shaw hadn’t been the only one who had gotten incredibly horny from all the action that day. Root had looked so fucking hot as she stood there long and nude and pale with that challenging glint in her amused gaze—it hadn’t been do you wanna? No, Shaw had received the What’s taking you so long? message loud and clear.
It was then that Shaw first learned the hacker tasted even better than she smelled. That she didn’t need a stungun or any dinky zipties to get Shaw right where she wanted her. Only her insistent hand wrapped in Shaw’s ponytail and that seductive voice forcing her to her knees in front of Root as she sprawled naked over one of the kitchen chairs, Shaw’s mouth watering with desperate lust before they’d even kissed.
For Shaw, it never got old, any of the ways they fucked each other subsequently. But this in particular, sucking Root off, both of them literally dripping with arousal? To be savoured, always, then and now.
Right now, Root’s legs were quivering with tension due to their slightly awkward position with her knees rammed against the unit on either side of Shaw’s head. Some of the shaking was no doubt due to how much she was turned on, given her steady moans as Shaw worked her with her mouth.
Shaw had thoroughly lapped the wetness from between Root’s thighs and was focusing her attention on Root’s clit once more. Root was starting to push back against Shaw’s lubed fingers, opening up to her. Shaw slipped one and then the other finger into Root’s ass, gently massaging as Root let out an incredibly loud guttural moan that echoed around the room over the hum of the servers. Shaw trusted that the useless guards were enjoying the show from where they were stashed next door. She definitely was.
Root’s loud groans continued as Shaw pressed her fingers in further before she began easing them in and out in a deliberate slow rhythm. Her tongue took up the same rhythm as her fingers, slowly caressing Root’s clit, her fingers stilling and mouth sucking a little more firmly for a few seconds, then cycling around to stroke simultaneously with fingers and tongue again.
It wasn’t long before Root gasped between hard pants of breath, “Sameen, I’m gonna come soon if—” Her voice trailed off in a moan as Shaw smoothly twisted her fingers in her ass while sucking her harder.
Shaw slipped her thumb over Root’s clit, massaging it as she took her mouth away briefly. “I know. Let it happen, don’t take all day.”
Root gulped in a breath at the instruction and then fell completely silent, except for her laboured breathing, as Shaw buried her mouth in her wetness again and upped the pace a notch. Root’s breath began to stutter, her knees almost squeezing Shaw’s head despite the restraints and the case between her feet. Her panting halted altogether as Shaw’s tongue rapidly lashed her pleasure to its peak.
Almost immediately, though, Root gave a strangled yell when Shaw abruptly stilled her tongue and fingers, interrupting her orgasm, and held her hips back firmly with her free hand, not allowing Root to grind into her face to finish herself off. Root’s ankles yanked against the restraints as she yelled again in frustration at her aborted climax. “Sameen! What the hell?”
Guess she’s ready now. Shaw snickered to herself as she slid out from between Root’s legs and hopped up on the drive case behind her.
Shaw pulled the glove off her hand, turning it inside out before stashing it in her left pocket. Yanking another lube packet from her other pocket, she squeezed it over the dildo and gave it couple of light pumps with her fingers to thoroughly slick up its entire length. She grabbed the loose end of the paracord hanging in the rack and gave it a sharp jerk, tugging at Root’s neck. Root immediately stopped thrashing against her restraints and moaned, lowering her head to pull against the cord.
“C'mon, Root, what the fuck do you think?” Shaw brought the end of the cord to her mouth and clenched it between her teeth, leaving a little slack in its length for now. She then lined up the toy, and with one smooth, steady thrust, pushed its slippery length into Root’s ass.
Root yelled again, this time in pleasure, as Shaw shoved Root’s torso down on the top part of the storage unit, grinding her breasts into the cool metal and her nose practically into the discarded underwear still lying on its surface, the cord lightly pressing into her throat. Shaw steadily pushed the full length of the cock into her, shoving so Root’s lower body was rammed up against the unit, her pelvis pressing on its top edge. Root moaned aloud as the hard surface made contact directly above her clit, and Shaw gave herself a mental fist bump for having the awesome foresight to pad that spot with the hoodie.
She began to thrust in a slow rhythm, Root’s hips grinding into the unit with each stroke. Shaw kept one hand on the middle of Root’s back to remind her to stay put, and with the other, took the paracord from between her teeth. She pulled on it steadily, enough for Root to feel the pressure on her neck, but not enough to choke on (yeah, Root would love it, but Shaw had rules against fucking dead bodies).
Suddenly, a deep thrum began as the fans came to life in the storage unit beneath Root, making a vibration that Shaw could feel in Root’s body and through her boot soles. The lights in each drive unit in the rack briefly flashed green twice in unison before settling into a steady red and yellow glow.
“What the—?” began Shaw, before Root let out a short laugh.
“It’s Her,” she got out. “Mind if she joins in…?” Her voice trailed off in a low groan as the fans slowed down and then sped up in synchronised order, pulsing in vibrations Shaw could feel as well.
Shaw didn’t need any convincing. It was obviously giving the nerd a buzz, a real buzz, and the vibrations felt great to Shaw too. It wasn’t the first time The Machine had lent a hand—of the metaphorical kind—and it was always worth it. “Okay, Siri,” she muttered out loud. “Make it count.”
The fans in the unit Root was bent over buzzed in a circular pattern around the stack in an obvious signal of assent. Then, in all the equipment in the room, all the fans spun up into high gear. Shaw laughed out loud as they began a pulsating bow-chicka-wow-wow rhythm that she could feel through the floor of room, in her entire body, and in the cool breeze on her back.
She took the hint, giving Root’s ass a few more slow thrusts before picking up The Machine’s rhythm. Root ground down on the unit’s edge as they increased the pace, her moans coming steadily now, her fingers clutching at the back rails of the rack. Shaw could feel it too—her hips were now making contact with Root’s ass cheeks with each thrust, while the bumper under the dildo focused the sensation of each impact in just the right places, her core alight with mounting excitement.
The fans began a series of short pulses of vibration in sets of six or so, getting closer and closer together. The sounds Root was making became more desperate as she undulated between the rack and Shaw’s thrusts, while the liquid heat seethed low down in Shaw’s belly and the vibrations spurred them both on. It wasn't long before her seething arousal spilled over, cascading into a huge rush beyond her control. She couldn’t hold herself back now, and a fierce sound escaped from between her gritted teeth as volcanic heat shot throughout her. Clutching Root’s hips, Shaw pounded against her ass in an urgent beat, until all sensation finally exploded in a powerful, rolling orgasm.
Root began to climax a couple of seconds later, and she cried out, her hips jerking back against Shaw’s body. The abrupt impact from Root’s ass gave Shaw another surge of pleasure, and she shoved at Root’s body with both hands, pushing her down on top of the unit again as she thrust in deep. The tendons in Root’s forearms stood out as she clenched her fists on the restraining cables and moved with her, riding out her orgasm, giving a loud series of moans before Shaw came again with a shout at Root’s final, drawn-out deep groan of ecstasy.
Shaw collapsed onto Root’s back, breathing heavily, and smiled as the server fans slowed to their usual steady hum. One thing about hanging out with the nerd and her Robot Overlord: she sure had experienced a whole lot of things with them that she’d never anticipated in her wildest dreams. Mostly great, never boring.
Beneath Shaw, Root stirred and made a low drawn-out mmmm sound as she gently wiggled her ass against her. “Nice work, team,” she mumbled indistinctly, her eyes still closed. “Sorry about the game, Sameen. Hope we made up for it.”
She made more blissed-out humming sounds as Shaw carefully eased away from her body, caressing her back and ass as she withdrew. She peeled the condom off the toy, grabbing it with the inside of the glove she retrieved from her pocket. Tucking the outside of the glove over tightly, she made a neat bundle that went back into her left pocket for disposal later. She pulled the posable dick out of the o-ring in the briefs-type harness she wore, and rearranged it, slipping it down into her pants leg. It’d do there till she got back to her apartment. Shaw then crouched to tug the cable ends from their slipknots at the anchor points by the floor, once again taking the opportunity to caress Root's taut calves as she flexed her feet in her pumps. The cables came away easily enough and she rose to make her way around the back of the rack to free Root’s wrists.
“Still gonna watch the game when I get home,” Shaw commented as she tugged away the last knot. “As long as no-one opens their fat mouth about the score in the meantime, I’m good.”
One of Root’s hands caressed Shaw’s where it rested on one of the rack uprights as she smiled up at her. “You’re safe with me there, sweetie,” she said, with a wry chuckle.
Once Root was entirely free, she stood and stretched luxuriously, the cables still dangling from her wrists, and began rearranging her skirt while Shaw came around to deal with the drive storage case. When she straightened from moving it out of the way, she noticed Root hadn’t yet removed the paracord braid from around her throat. In fact, she’d looped the remainder of the cord around her neck and tucked the end between the coils to secure it, obviously intending to wear it like some kind of kinky necklace for a while longer.
What a sap, Shaw thought, but she couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on her face at the sight.
Root gave her a pleased grin when she noticed where Shaw was looking, and she eased the cable loops off her wrists, showing some very satisfying red marks on her pale skin. “Once I finish up here, I need to go back to the subway to start the data crunching. It’ll take about half an hour to set up.” Her smile became coy. “Wanna fresh hot pizza and extra cold beer delivery after that? It should arrive in time for the final quarter if you head home now.”
Shaw glanced around at the slight chaos in their vicinity, loose cables, drive storage case, discarded underwear and all. “You don’t want help to clear all this up?”
Root was attempting to fix her dishevelled bun, and she paused to glance over at the progress bar on her laptop screen. “The copy has a few minutes to run, so I can take care of it.” She grinned again. “But I don’t think I will. Melinda is quitting tomorrow anyway. It’ll give them something else fun to chat about.”
Shaw shrugged. No skin off her nose. When extreme stealth wasn’t needed, it was typical for the nerd to leave a little extra behind to rub it in that she’d hacked a place. She grabbed Root’s ruined underwear from the top of the storage unit anyway, and stuffed it in her pocket. Some things just didn’t need to be investigated by sweaty security goons.
Root moved closer to her, wrapped her hand in Shaw’s ponytail, and bent to give her a long, sensual kiss. Shaw felt a flush rise in her face as the heat low down in her belly kindled anew.
“A little something to tide you over, sweetie,” said Root with a fond smile, giving her ponytail a stroke as she let it go. “Until your delivery arrives.”
“Sure, Root.” Shaw turned to leave, hiding her grin. She’d be more than ready for something fresh and hot later, not just the pizza. “It better be on time, but I tip good if it is.”
She let the door close on Root’s laughter as she quietly exited the room, still grinning.