Fool's Errand
Rolling over on her back with a groan, V covered her face with her arm. Arousal roiled in her groin, warring with her exhaustion. This was getting her nowhere.
She had been in here for hours, shoveling more and more credits into the doll's account. It wasn't his fault. He was attentive and gentle, rough and forceful, submissive and eager. He was everything she wanted, when she wanted it. He guess her every desire.
"Stop. We're done." Sitting up, V grabbed her clothes and got dressed. "I have to go."
The door wooshed close behind her, and V headed towards the exit. Outside, rain painted the pavement in mirrored neon colours, cheap gems scattered at her feet. It had cooled off the air, the day's heat washed away. Kicking the Arch into gear, V turned the music loud and drove. She wanted a shower, and some sleep.
The bike hummed between her legs, piling her frustration higher. The ride to the apartment was only a few minutes, but V couldn't wait for it to be over. Of course the elevator was out of order. Taking the stairs two at a time, V hurried up the two floors and shut the door behind her, dropping her clothes on the way to the bathroom.
At least the pressure was good, and the water rushed down on her. She turned it as hot as she could stand it, bracing herself on the wall and letting it wash away the stink of sex.
Her arousal stayed. V leaned her forehead against the tiles, her hand straying between her legs. She was sore, but so close. So close.
"You really don't get it, do you?"
V whipped around so fast she slipped, barely catching herself before going down on her ass. Rising star among Night City's mercs found dead in the shower, wouldn't that have been an ending to her life.
Johnny was leaning in the doorframe, the lights reflecting in his sunglasses, a burning cigarette cupped in his hand. He was mad, but trying to play it cool. Being an asshole, as always.
"Don't get what?" Wrapping herself in a towel, V pushed past him. Johnny had left her mostly alone for the last couple of days, but she had known he would be back. Just like him to choose that moment.
"All you're doing is getting your pussy wet, but you can't get off. Know why that is? Same reason why I've been sitting around with a hard dick for days." Johnny didn't even bother walking, he just glitched into existence blocking the way to the fridge. "If you want to get off, you need me."
V stared at him, anger for a blissful moment washing away her arousal. Dread immediately followed, sickly and cold.
"Fuck off, Johnny. Newsflash, nobody needs you. I least of all people." Slamming the pod into the coffee maker, V punched the button and went in search of clean clothes. "And I definitely don't need your dick. Doubt anyone ever did."
"Maybe not, but you do. Been watching you, not that I got much choice. You could fuck all of Night City and throw in some Nomad camps, and you'd not get anything from it. Because I'm not. I couldn't give a damn but I need you to have your mind on the fucking job and not on your pussy. So if I gotta fuck you for that, well, I've done worse in my time."
"Oh fuck off." V dropped the towel in favour of a shirt and some leather pants. In the kitchen, the coffee maker had stopped gurgling and she went to grab her cup.
Johnny's hand between her legs and his hips pressed against her ass stopped her cold.
Whirling around, V pushed him away, hard enough to make Johnny stumble. It shouldn't have worked. He was, after all, only in her head. But she had felt the coarse fabric of his vest under her palms, and she certainly had felt his hard dick right through their clothes.
"What the hell, Johnny!" V was breathing hard and it wasn't all anger. No matter how unwanted, the short squeeze of his palm against her cunt had sent a shock of pleasure through her. And it hadn't been the empty arousal the doll had given her. It had been the real thing.
"Don't tell me you didn't like that. I know you did. I felt it." Johnny lunged, grabbing her. She slammed into the wall, her wrists in the steel vice of Johnny's cyberhand. The other was between her legs again, squeezing and rubbing, more satisfying than anything V had so desperately tried.
"I said NO—oh god." The buttons of V's pants scattered across the floor and Johnny shoved his hand inside, fingers pushing between V's legs. He didn't have room to move but V's hips bucked forward anyway, chasing the pressure and friction.
"Let's get this done." Johnny's voice dropped into a growl, and his scent of leather, cigarettes and sweat washed over V. Before she had the chance to do more than twist her arms in a frantic attempt to get away, her pants dropped to her thighs, shackling her. Cheeks burning hot with shame, V moaned as Johnny's cock slipped between her legs, his hand returning to her cunt to rub and tease.
When he entered her, V had to lock her knees to stop them from buckling. It was everything she had been chasing for the last week, the knot of frustrated need in her groin unravelling into hot lust. He let go of her wrists, and all V could do was brace herself against the wall. A part of her wanted to fight, to punch Johnny and run. But that part of her was drowning. Her pulse the roar of the sea in her ears, V arched her back, shaking all over.
He thrust into her at a frantic pace, hands gripping her hips so hard she would bruise, but V couldn't have cared less. She spread her legs for him as much as she could, one forearm supporting her against the wall. She reached between her thighs, fingertips touching Johnny's cock as it plunged into her, spreading her open. Pinching her clit roughly between two fingers, V let her hand slip lower, grinding herself against the heel of it.
It was perfect.
Johnny's arousal splashed her mind, hot and needy. It swirled around her own until she couldn't tell the difference any more. Gasping for breath, she clenched hard around Johnny, her hips bucking against her own hand. Her orgasm gripped her and shook her, a wave of bliss so intense she wanted to cry.
For a moment, Johnny leaned into her, a heavy weight that almost made her knees buckle. Then he was gone, except for the springcoiled presence at the back of her mind she had learned to ignore. Sliding down onto the kitchen floor, V sat with her head tipped back against the wall, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Fuck you, Johnny." V said it out loud, as if it were a spell to conjure up the outrage she knew she should feel about this. It didn't work. Now that her maddening arousal was gone, the only thing left was satisfaction and a languid indolence. She could be mad at Johnny later, for knowing exactly what she had needed and for being such an ass about it. For now the only thing she wanted to do was finally sleep.