LoveMachine (7 page)

“Yes. Squeeze it.”

She did, cradling his balls in her other hand. He groaned.

“Do you want me to stroke it?”

“Please.”

“Don’t say please, Blue. Tell me.”

“Stroke me, Cally. Use both of your hands. I want to feel
you touching me.”

There. That was sexy. Cally did as Blue told her, first
putting her palms on either side of Blue’s cock and stroking slowly upward.
When she reached the top, she wrapped both her hands around the end and gently
squeezed. As Blue groaned again, she closed her hands, one over the other, on
his dick and stroked back down.

“More,” Blue rasped.

She did it again, this time slightly faster, increasing the
friction. And again. He felt alive and hot and he thrust his hips out toward
her and Cally smiled, because she knew she had him. She knew all his power and
his intelligence, all the amazing thought and technology that had gone into
building him, was in her hands right now.

“I want you to suck my penis,” he said to her and his voice
had deepened to nearly a growl. “I want to know how it feels to be inside your
body.”

His words, the length of him, sent a bolt of lust straight
through her. She throbbed as if he’d touched her clit with his fingers.

And her mouth watered. She wanted nothing more than to suck
him.

Cally didn’t bother with gentleness anymore. She was too
hot, too eager to taste him. She opened her mouth and guided the end of his
dick into it.

He was so warm and smooth and as the head of his cock
touched her tongue, Blue bucked his hips with pleasure, sending his dick deeper
in. The head bumped against the roof of her mouth and Cally wrapped her lips
and tongue around it and sucked.

Blue’s moan was loud and vibrated through her. His fingers
tightened in her hair and now he was pulling her closer, pushing himself into her.
Cally welcomed him. He was far too long for her to be able to get all of him
down her throat but she kept her hands wrapped around the bottom of his penis
and squeezed rhythmically as she sucked at him, hard.

He didn’t taste like a man would. There was no musk or aroma
of sweat or semen, no hairs to tickle her nose or tongue. But he had that
clean, almost minerally taste of his own, the same as the taste of the tender
places of his skin, with a faint crackle to it, which she could only assume was
electricity. And he felt so beautifully smooth and flawless. Like a machine and
unlike one.

A mere machine wouldn’t be holding on to her so hard,
thrusting himself into her and muttering, “Yes. Yes, Cally. That is perfect.”
He wouldn’t groan when she reached around to grab one of his perfect buttocks
and feel it tighten as he moved.

A mere machine wouldn’t suddenly pull his cock from her
mouth, reach down and lift her off her knees, then entirely off her feet. It
wouldn’t hold her up with one hand while wrapping her legs around his waist
with the other and then, while she instinctively gripped him around the neck
with her arms, grab her ass and bring her down, with one simple, ruthless
movement, onto its cock.

Cally shouted as Blue plunged into her, immediately all the
way up to the hilt. So hard and thick and long that she swore her eyeballs
bulged.

“Fuck,” said Blue in quite a normal voice. Through the haze
of pleasure she tried to open her mouth to ask what he meant, why he was
swearing when he’d never sworn before, if it wasn’t okay for him because good
God, it was the most extremely incredible feeling she’d ever had, but then he
tightened his grip on her ass and pulled her upward, nearly all the way off
him. And then, almost savagely, back down.

“Ahh,” Cally gasped, her words forgotten, her body beginning
to tremble already, just with those two strokes in, with an impending orgasm.
Her thighs clenching on him as he pulled her back up again for another
onslaught and then, as quickly, back down. All of him. Buried inside. The long,
hot, stiff length of Blue. Knowing she was out of her mind, that this was
better than she’d ever even imagined, she kissed him as he pushed even deeper.

His eyes flickered bright and dark. Against her lips he
uttered a long, low sound and his body shuddered. She could feel it deep inside
her. Inside the embrace of her arms and legs, inside the embrace of her cunt,
Blue shook and went rigid and then he fell backward, taking her with him onto
the bed.

She landed on top of him with a thump, bashing her nose
against his cheek. His eyes were out.

“Blue!” She raised herself up as best she could and shook
his shoulders. “Oh not again.”

Inside her, he was beginning to soften. Even unerect, he
stretched her in all sorts of delightful ways. But his hands were still locked
on her butt and one of her legs was trapped underneath his inert body, quite
painfully. If he needed help, it was going to be hard work for her to get free.

“Blue,” she said and shook him again. Nothing. She kissed
his nose and his eyes. She slapped lightly on his cheek. She tried squeezing
him with her pussy muscles.

At that, his eyes flickered on.

“I am so, so sorry,” he said immediately, rolling aside so
her leg was set free and they were lying side by side on the bed. “Oh Cally, I
apologize.”

“It’s okay, Blue. I’ve seen it before.”

“You’ve seen it before? This is common?”

“It happened once, remember?” she said, thinking it was odd
she had to remind him of something. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the
orgasm. “I knew you would come around in a minute. And my leg’s fine too.”

“But I climaxed way too quickly. And you didn’t climax at
all. Is that truly common?”

“Blue! As if I would care. As long as you’re okay,
everything’s good.”

“But—this wasn’t the way I had planned it. I lasted exactly
twenty-eight-point-oh-seven seconds. It wasn’t a mutually satisfying
experience.”

“Believe me, it was satisfying. I’ve never felt a cock like
yours.”

“But you did not have an orgasm.”

“There are other things than orgasms. And you were a virgin,
after all.” She stroked his cheek.

Blue brightened. “I am not a virgin anymore.”

“You certainly aren’t.”

“But my performance hardly seems adequate.”

“Maybe we can do it again after you’ve recovered.”

“Recovered?”

“Yes, you know, after you’ve had a bit of a rest and—” All
at once, his cock was thick and fully hard inside her again. “Oh.”

“It was even more pleasurable than I had anticipated,” Blue
told her. “I thought I had fully analyzed the steps from initial arousal to
completion but actually feeling your mouth on me, and then your vagina, appears
to have short-circuited the process, in a way of speaking. I went almost
directly from arousal to orgasm.”

“You blew your wad too soon.” She wriggled experimentally,
twining her leg around his. Wow. Just…wow.

“I do not in fact ejaculate semen but the idea is the same.”

Cally shook her head and put her palms on either side of
Blue’s face. “Okay, Blue, we’ve got to work on this vocabulary of yours.
‘Vagina’ and ‘ejaculating semen’ are not sexy.”

“But these are the correct words.”

“They’re too scientific. You were doing so well a minute
ago. Remember when you were telling me to suck you?”

“Yes. You were…very good at it.” Blue slowly began rocking
back and forth inside her. Not the nearly violent, whole-length strokes he’d
used before, more of a little look around, an exploratory rubbing to see where
he was.

She hadn’t been wrong. He was built exactly the right way to
touch all the sensitive parts inside her.

“That’s great,” she sighed.

Blue drew himself a little bit more out of her, going back
in a little bit farther. Very slowly, very sensuously. “You think I should use
the word ‘dick’ instead of ‘penis’?”

“Among other things.” She wrapped her leg around him again
and pulled him even closer. These slow, careful movements were driving her
wild, making her want more.

“You find the vernacular to be more appealing.”

“Don’t you? Wouldn’t you rather hear, ‘Fuck me, Blue’
instead of ‘Please insert your penis into my vagina and move it back and forth
until we both experience sexual release’?”

While Blue considered, he caressed her breast and her thigh.
“Say that first one again,” he said.

“Fuck me, Blue.”

“As you wish.” Expertly, he flipped her over onto her back,
caught her wrists and stretched her arms up over her head, pinning her there as
he drove into her again and again.

“Oh my God, Blue, yes!”

“Is that good?”

“Yes!”

With every thrust, she entered some entirely new realm of
pleasure. She’d never been fucked like this before. Never. Cally wrapped her
legs around Blue’s waist and hung on for dear life.

“For me,” he said, kissing the side of her neck and sending
shivers down her, “it’s what we’re doing that matters. I’ve never felt anything
this wonderful in my entire existence.”

He changed his rhythm from rapid thrusts to slower, deeper
ones. Cally gasped as each movement brought his body right up against her,
rubbing on her clit. Still holding her hands, he dipped his head so he could
fit his lips around one of her nipples and sucked and bit her lightly as he
fucked her.

“And I know,” he said, lifting his head from her breast,
“you are feeling exactly the same way. I’ve shared your pleasure and now you’ve
given it to me. It’s an extraordinary gift, Cally.”

He sucked her other nipple, bringing it expertly to
throbbing, almost painful arousal, all the while moving his hips in that slow,
devastating rhythm.

“Oh Blue, that’s amazing. Don’t stop.”

“Do you want it harder, Cally? Faster?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Now.”

He picked up his pace and Cally groaned loudly.

“The words don’t matter,” he said. “The feeling matters. I
could describe it in binary and it would be equally as pleasurable.
Plus
fort
?”

“Yes.”

“
Gyorsabban
?”

“Yes.”

His strokes grew harder, faster and Cally tossed her head
back and forth, unable to believe her body could feel this good. Her entire
being focused on her pussy and the amazing things he was doing to it.

“
Ert þú vilt það
?”

“Yes!”

“
Nan neol salanghae
.”

“Yes, Blue, yes!” She was going out of her mind. Her body
began to shudder and open as the first tendrils of her climax curled around
her, waiting to burst into flower.

“We are doing this together, Cally. Vocabulary is not
important.”

He kissed her hard and let go of her wrists. She grabbed him
and sank her fingers into his buttocks and back, pulling him to her as if she
would never let him go. One more minute…one more thrust…

He touched his fingertip to her clit and Cally exploded into
a universe of delight. Shouting out, she felt Blue jerk inside her, heard him
groan as he simultaneously came. A long, shared moment of fireworks and
perfection.

When she caught her breath enough to think again, she was
lying on her side, curled up in Blue’s arms. He was looking down at her.

“You didn’t conk out that time,” she said.

He brushed her damp hair from her face. “I prepared myself.”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“I would say the same but in my case it is self-evident.”

“I take back what I said before. You can talk however the
hell you want.” She kissed him. “I don’t need to teach you anything.”

“It was wonderful, Cally.”

“You were wonderful, Blue.” She nestled against him, feeling
the sweat cooling on her body. Her pussy throbbing, her breasts tight and
tingling. She could smell herself on him, musky arousal overlaid on his own
clean scent. “What languages were you speaking? I understood the French but not
the others.”

“Hungarian, Icelandic and Korean.”

“You speak all of those? Without ever having left this
property?”

“The internet is very instructive.”

Cally shook her head, amazed, and Blue stroked her hair back
again. “What were you saying in Korean? Something like ‘I’m gonna screw you so
hard with my enormous blue schlong that you’ll wail like a banshee’?”

He caressed her shoulder, the side of her breast, the
indentation of her waist and the swell of her hip. “Something like that.”

“It was very impressive.” Cally closed her eyes and sighed
in satisfaction. “I like wailing like a banshee.”

“When will you be rested so we can start again?”

Cally opened her eyes and looked from Blue’s face to his
cock, which was already most of the way erect again.

This weekend was going to be the most fun she had ever had
in her life.

“We can start again right now,” she said, pushing him onto
his back. “Only this time, it’s my turn to initiate the orgasm sequence.”

Chapter Ten

Sunday evening, Cally was in the corridor heading toward her
brother’s room on the second floor when another door opened and Ilsa stepped
out. “Oh,” her sister said, stopping and staring at Cally. “Hi.”

“Hi,” said Cally. Ilsa was wearing hole-ridden jeans and an old
t-shirt and she had a pencil tucked behind one ear and a small screwdriver
tucked behind the other. Not that Cally could criticize her sister’s fashion
choices—Cally herself was wearing nothing but her paisley dressing gown. It was
the most clothing she’d worn since Friday afternoon.

“I haven’t seen you all weekend,” said Ilsa.

“No. I’ve been busy. Have you just been in Dad’s bedroom?”

“Yeah, I needed to check his journals about something.”

“They’re still in his room?” Cally asked, surprised.

“It doesn’t seem right to take them out. I haven’t seen Blue
all weekend either.”

“Mm.”

“Did you—are you—have you finished your project?” Ilsa’s
cheeks went bright red.

“He’s got an absolutely perfect dick, if that’s what you’re
asking. And yes, we’ve been trying it out almost continuously since Friday
afternoon.”

“Oh. I…oh.” Ilsa cleared her throat and scuffed her
sneaker-clad feet on the hall carpet. “Um.”

“Exactly. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some stuff to
do.” Cally started to walk around her sister.

“Where are you going?” Ilsa asked.

“To Jonathan’s room.”

“He’s away this weekend. The whole week, I think, in
Singapore.”

“Then he won’t mind if I borrow some of his clothes.”

“Why are you borrowing—oh.” Isla’s forehead creased. “You
need clothes for Blue now, don’t you?”

“Yup. We’re going out.”

“You’re
going out
?”

“Yes. You know, that thing normal people do every now and
then to have a good time?”

“Blue wants to go out?”

“You’re repeating everything I say. It seems like a big
waste of a genius brain. Yes, he wants to go out, and before you ask, it was
his idea.”

Ilsa tapped her chin with her finger. This apparently wasn’t
enough, because she took the pencil from behind her left ear and tapped her
chin with it instead. “It’s interesting that Blue wants to go out into a fully
human environment. He’s making so many leaps, so quickly.”

Cally couldn’t help but smile proudly. “That’s my boy.” She
noticed the way Ilsa was looking at her and she checked herself to make sure
her dressing gown wasn’t gaping open or that she didn’t have a robot-inflicted
hickey or something.

No, she was fine. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she
asked.

“You look…different.”

Cally touched her hair self-consciously. It might not be
perfectly styled but it wasn’t dirty or anything—she and Blue really, really
liked the shower. “How do I look different?”

“You look happy.”

Cally dropped her hand from her hair. “That’s different?
Happy is different?”

“Yeah. With you it is.” Ilsa gave her a bit of a sad smile,
or maybe it was more wistful, and she touched Cally’s shoulder briefly. “See
ya.”

Ilsa headed for the staircase and Cally continued on her way
toward Jonathan’s room, shaking her head. Her weird, hyperintelligent little
sister, reading their father’s technical journals with a tool behind her ear.

She’d said Cally looked happy.

And the thing was, now she thought about it, she
was
happy.
So happy she felt like doing a little dance on the thick carpet outside
Jonathan’s bedroom. So she did. She’d had what was probably the best weekend of
her life so far and there was no sign of it stopping any time soon.

Blue was a fuckbunny on a grand scale, yeah—but she also
liked being with him. He was both relaxing and stimulating. He made her laugh
and think and feel good about herself. He was intelligent, kind and
unpredictable. All of which was astonishing in a being who had never in his
life left the Morgenstern estate.

But that was going to change soon and who knew how much more
astonishing he would be once he’d seen more of the world for himself?

Cally pushed open the door to Jonathan’s room. The large
bedroom was impeccably neat, of course, furnished in a tasteful, masculine and
yet impersonal style. More like a high-quality hotel than a bedroom in the
family home. There were no photographs and only the blandest of art on the
walls, and no personal clutter like Cally had all over the place. The only
thing that could be recognized as belonging to her brother was a laptop closed
on the desk next to the window, with a black-bound notebook sitting beside it.

Curious, Cally padded over to the desk and flipped open the
cover of the notebook but it only had neat rows of incomprehensible figures on
it in Jonathan’s bold writing.

Maybe her brother
had
no personal life. Maybe all he
really did on all these business trips was…business. The thought made her a
little sad.

She put the notebook back where she’d found it, went to the
big wardrobe and opened its polished-wood doors. Hanging inside was a huge
array of suits and an equally huge array of carefully ironed shirts. Polished
shoes sat in rows on the floor.

She touched the sleeve of one of the suit jackets. It was
good material, expensive feeling, with a subtle pattern woven into the dark
cloth. More complex than it looked just hanging there. It was nice and probably
hand-tailored but it wasn’t the sort of thing someone would wear to Chico’s.
She pushed the suits aside and delved deeper into the wardrobe.

At the back hung some sweaters, polo shirts and t-shirts.
“Who hangs up their t-shirts?” Cally muttered but she found the biggest one of
each and pulled them off their hangers.

Several pairs of smart-casual trousers were also carefully
draped over wooden hangers, and a single pair of indigo jeans. They looked as
if they’d never been worn. She held them up in front of her and tried to guess
whether they were big enough for Blue. They looked big but she couldn’t really
tell. How tall was her brother anyway?

She didn’t know. It had been so long since she really looked
at Jonathan.

Cally bundled the jeans under her arm along with the t-shirt
and the sweater. She chose two pairs of shoes, one made of soft suede and one
pair of high-tech running shoes, hoping one of them at least would stretch
enough for Blue’s feet. From a chest of drawers near the bed she took a pair of
socks and a pair of fine cotton boxer shorts. Before she left, she made sure
Jonathan’s room looked exactly the same as it had when she’d entered it.

Blue was sitting on the edge of the newly made bed when she
returned. He held one of her paperbacks but he put it down so quickly when she
came in that she was pretty sure he hadn’t been reading it.

“I got some clothes,” Cally said, “but I’m not sure you and
Jonathan are the same size. Maybe we should go into town early and do some
shopping.”

“What will I wear to the store?” asked Blue. “A towel?”

She tugged at the collar of her dressing gown. “You could
wear this, I guess.”

“I suspect the whole robot concept might be difficult enough
without making me into a cross-dresser too.”

“People might be so surprised you’re blue that they don’t
even notice you’re wearing a girl’s bathrobe.”

“I think I’ll take my chances with your brother’s clothes.”

She gave him the stack of clothing she’d pilfered from
Jonathan’s room. The pullover was a soft blue, lighter than Blue’s skin.

“Will Jonathan mind my wearing these?” Blue asked.

Cally shrugged. “I don’t even think he wears this stuff. It
was right at the back of his wardrobe. I’m not sure why he’s got it. He’s not a
jeans and t-shirt person. Not anymore, anyway.”

Blue spread the clothing out on Cally’s bed and examined it
closely. It looked sort of weird to have her bed made instead of sexily
rumpled. They’d hardly left it, except when they went to make love in the
shower or on the floor or up against the wall. Or in a chair. Or just plain
standing up.

Cally’s body had never felt so tired or so alive. Blue made
her feel things she’d never even known existed. He was the most inventive and
uninhibited lover she’d ever had and certainly the most capable.

Even after two full days and nights of exploring sex with
him, she knew she hadn’t discovered all his capabilities yet. Maybe she never
would.

“We don’t have to go out tonight,” she said. “We can make it
some other time.”

Blue looked up. “Are you having second thoughts about taking
me to your favorite nightspot?”

“No, I just think it’s a waste of time hanging out in some
bar when we could be getting it on. Why are you so mad keen to go? It’s not
even a particularly nice bar.”

“I have to experience human society at some time. It might
as well be tonight. And besides, you promised me.” He held up Jonathan’s jeans,
determining which was the front, and began to put them on whilst standing up.

“Usually you put on the boxer shorts first,” Cally
suggested.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” He took off the jeans and examined the
boxers before putting them on. Cally watched as he carefully settled the
waistband and then reached for the jeans again.

“Where does one position one’s penis in these things?” he
asked.

“You sort of experiment until it feels right, I guess.”

He made several adjustments before he buttoned up the fly.
“Do they fit?”

“Do they ever,” Cally breathed. The jeans looked as if
they’d been made for him. They were tight, tighter than her brother would ever
wear them, but not so tight that Blue looked like a glam-rock-star wannabe.
Instead they rode low on his hips, outlining his perfect bottom and muscular
thighs. The fact that they covered up his magnificent bulge of crotch made
Cally itch to take the jeans right back off again.

He put on the t-shirt, which was tight too. The pullover was
a little looser but it still left no doubt about the strong limbs and chest
underneath.

“You look great in clothes.”

“Do I?” Blue looked down at himself. “The sensation is
novel. They are constricting and rather distracting.”

“Look.” She led him to her walk-in closet, where she flung
open the door so he could see himself in the full-length mirror. “That blue
sweater really goes with your skin. It makes it look deeper and even yummier.”

Blue barely glanced at his reflection before he turned away.
He walked to the other side of the room.

“We’ll go shopping and get you a whole wardrobe. I think
you’d look great in black too. It would be dramatic.”

Blue sat in the chair near her bed. “‘
And he said, Who
told thee that thou wast naked?
’” He spoke quietly.

“What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just a story I was thinking
about. Are you…ready to go to Chico’s?”

His voice was strange and his manner too. Cally went to him
and touched his shoulder. Underneath the sweater, it felt much more like
anyone’s shoulder.

“I thought you’d be curious about wearing clothes,” she
said. “It’s a whole new thing for you to try.”

He put his hand on hers. “It is an adjustment, Cally. I am
undergoing many changes in this new existence. Some are rather more…radical
than others.”

How was it that on the day when she’d discovered she was
feeling the happiest she’d felt for a long time, there seemed to be so much
sadness around? Blue’s eyes had dimmed. She slipped into his lap and put her
arms around him.

“Clothes aren’t radical,” she told him. “Clothes are fun.
Remember how you felt when you saw me in the lingerie I’d picked out just for
you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s the way I feel seeing you in these sexy jeans.
You’re like a big scrumptious candy I can’t wait to unwrap and sink my teeth
into.” She rubbed her palms over his chest, feeling the soft wool and the hard
body underneath. “It’s all about anticipation.”

“I…can understand that.”

“Let me show you.” She wriggled her bottom, enjoying how
firm his crotch felt through several layers of clothing.

“We had planned to go to Chico’s.”

“We’ve got plenty of time. It’s only just opened. Anyway, I
have to get dressed to go so I might as well get undressed first.” She let the
neck of her dressing gown fall open to reveal the slopes of her breasts and
began pressing kisses to Blue’s neck where it met the collar of his t-shirt.

“As long as we have enough time,” Blue said. He felt her
breast, half-covered by the silk of her dressing gown. “I agree. The contrast
in textures is erotic.”

“Tell me about it.” She dipped her tongue beneath the neck
of his shirt and reached underneath the bottom hem. He’d warmed up already,
under the clothes. Slowly, enjoying the reveal, she peeled off the sweater and
then the t-shirt and rewarded his nakedness with kisses all over his chest.

“These trousers are too tight when I’m aroused,” Blue
muttered, shifting in the chair.

“You poor, poor man. Let me take care of that for you.” She
slithered down the length of his body so she was kneeling on the floor in front
of him. Her dressing gown by now was hanging completely open and Blue’s eyes
were bright again, watching her.

Before she took care of the tight trousers though, she
wanted to enjoy them. The length of Blue’s erect penis was starkly outlined
against the denim. She ran her palm over it and Blue groaned so she did it
again, from balls to sensitive tip. It was nearly poking out of his waistband.
She squeezed, eliciting another groan, and then put her mouth to the material
and lightly nibbled at the rock-hard shape, making sure she breathed directly
onto the jeans so the heat would seep through.

“All right,” admitted Blue. “There are some benefits to
tight trousers.”

“Ohhh yeah.” She carried on, stroking and nibbling and
breathing until he was squirming in the chair, lifting his hips right off the
cushion toward her. Then slowly, deliberately, she unbuttoned the fly.