Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

Even with that further confirmation of his not-human state, her hormones weren’t listening. She traced his perfect jawline with her index finger, over the prominent Adam’s apple, and then followed the fine swirls of his chest hair. His skin was reassuringly warm under her fingertips, his heartbeat a steady thrum when she bent her head to listen to his chest. From this angle she had a perfect view of his fully erect cock. Thick and long, it reached almost up to his navel, and her throat went dry. She hadn’t managed to get a good look at this part of his anatomy last night, and just like the rest of him it was perfection. She smirked, recalling his statement that he had no control over his dick around her. Beth hadn’t entirely believed that claim, but with the rock-hard evidence in front of her eyes, maybe he had been telling the truth, and besides, he wasn’t supposed to be able to tell untruths. Then again he wasn’t supposed to have emotions, either, so who knew what to believe anymore.

All she did know was that her fingers itched to touch the thick head. Velvet-covered steel met her tentative exploration, and she glanced up to see his reaction. He still seemed fast asleep, so she took his shaft in hand. His heat branded her, and she swallowed hard at the weight and thickness of him. A drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of his cock, and she closed her eyes and licked the liquid off his slit. Her taste buds exploded with the rich flavor of chocolate and coffee, mixed in with a hint of strawberry, and she released him with a frown.

She sensed rather than saw Elliot stir, and his cock grew bigger and thicker under her fingers. The delicious scent of all her favorite flavors intensified until she couldn’t resist temptation any longer, and took him deep into her mouth. His growl in response trembled through every fiber of her being and settled low in her abdomen. Her pussy clenched and she steadied herself on his thighs, when Elliot lifted her effortlessly until she straddled his chest. He blew against her wet slit, and Beth moaned around his aroused flesh in her mouth, causing his hands to tighten on her thighs.

Tiny spurts of his delicious cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed them eagerly. Beth cupped his heavy balls and squeezed, and he retaliated by licking a path of awareness along her slit and up to her anus. He licked around the rim and then tunneled his tongue inside the puckered hole, whilst thrusting his long digits in and out of her pussy.

Beth didn’t know who groaned loudest as she stepped up the suckling off his dick, as though it was the sweetest lollipop, and he in turn lapped up the juices he spread with his fingers. She lost her rhythm completely when he pushed his thumb through the tight ring of muscle and massaged the walls of her vagina with his other hand. With that unerring precision he had shown the night before, he found and massaged her sweet spot until spots danced in front of her vision.

His lips lifted, fucking her mouth with his cock in tune with the fingers up both her holes, and utterly filled and taken over by him, the triple stimulation proved too much for Beth. She screamed her release around his dick as the waves of her climax sucked her under, until she could only feel and hang on for dear life. When her body finally stopped shaking, she lay sprawled along his body, his cock inches away from her lips, and she moaned her denial.

When she tried to take him back in her mouth, his sharp, “No,” stopped her dead.

“I want inside your sweet pussy this time, Beth. Scoot.” He grumbled the words and he shifted her downward until he had her aligned just right. With a tug to her hair, he pulled her upward, and like a heat-seeking missile, his amazing cock found its target.

Beth almost came again, so intense was the feeling of being impaled on his thick member. It twitched and grew inside her until it hit every sensitive nerve ending.

“Ride me, cowgirl.” The hoarse command was followed by a playful swat to her ass that sent darts of pure need to her clit. His hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs rubbed her already needy little nipples into wanton beacons of lust. Beth lost herself in the feel of him surrounding her. His chest hair chafed the skin of her back, so sensitive was she to all the sensations bombarding her at once, and she ground her hips against him. Her body was his to command, and it obeyed his every move. Elliot’s arms, hands, fingers, lips, and teeth, seemed to reach every part of her, and when he tipped them over so that she was on all fours, the new position sent her tumbling over the edge again. He grasped her hips and pummeled her in earnest, the roughness of it all adding to her excitement, to the whole feel of being owned by him, her need to submit well and truly met. When he slowed and then pulled all the way out, she groaned her denial, only for her insides to clench in need and pure lust when he ran his cock through her juices and used his fingers to spread more of her natural lubrication around her anus.

“I’m going to fuck you up the ass so hard you will see stars, my sweet. Tell me this is what you want.” He bit her neck when she didn’t answer straight away, and he pulled her hair with enough force to yank her head back until he could study her.

“Tell me you want my cock to fuck your ass.
Tell me.
Use your words.”

She nodded, and he growled his annoyance, the sound so low and feral that Beth knew she was going to explode if he didn’t finish what they had started.

“Yes…god, yes…please.”

He kissed her in a harsh, bruising kiss of possession that gentled as he thrust two fingers past her tight ring of muscle and spread them, preparing her for his cock. She clamped around those thick digits and pushed against him, and she felt his smile in the kiss he gave her.

Elliot pulled his fingers out and, curiously bereft, she waited while he pressed his thick head against the tiny hole.

“Relax, my sweet, let me in. I’ll make this so fucking good for you, I promise. That’s it. Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Shit!” His whispered words into her sweat-damp neck was all the encouragement she needed, and Beth pushed backward until he was seated as deeply as he could be. Slowly at first and then with ever-increasing speed, he thrust in and out of her, every smooth glide of his cock setting not-oft-used nerve endings alight. Beth climbed the rungs of bliss, and when Elliot reached around and pinched her clit she splintered, dimly aware of his grunted release into her shoulder.

He collapsed on top of her, and she smiled at his grunted, “Fuck it, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Beth leant back against the hard wall of muscle that was Elliot’s chest and sighed her contentment. His amused laughter skittered over her wet neck, and she gave herself up to the sensation of being pampered. The one thing her little flat did have was a nice deep corner bath. For someone who loved to soak for hours reading her favorite smutty stories surrounded by fragrant bubbles, this was heaven on earth. It also meant that they had just about enough room to accommodate Elliot’s big frame. Sat between his legs, she savored the moment of being pampered.

After hours of hot sex, only interrupted by her need for food that had Elliot scare the poor pizza delivery guy by answering the door stark naked, he had eventually run her a bath. Elliot proceeded to wash every inch of her skin until she had melted into his embrace, and they had added a slow and passionate joining of their bodies in the bath to their list of christened surfaces.

“So, tell me about this Samantha,” Elliot said.

Beth pouted, and some of her contentment fled as though someone had thrown an ice-cold bucket of water over her. She shivered in his arms, and he drew her closer, his ever-ready cock prodding his willingness against her ass.

“I don’t want to talk about her,” Beth said. “Make love to me again, and I just won’t go to this stupid reunion.”

Elliot sighed and nibbled along her shoulder. Beth squirmed, the simple action so erotic that her body prepared itself anew for round…she couldn’t even recall right now.

“As tempting as that is, you will not be able to walk tomorrow if we do, and I know enough to know that this reunion is important. You haven’t missed one yet, so why would you want to miss this one. Come to think of it, if you hate them so much, then why keep going?”

Beth grumbled her annoyance at his uncanny perception, and Elliot laughed. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the sweet pain focused Beth’s mind on him like nothing else could.

“Tell me, my sweet. I can’t help you otherwise.”

Her heart clenched painfully at the sincerity behind those words, as though he meant them, and as though he really was her boyfriend. Beth blinked away unexpected tears.

“You will help me just by being there, Elliot. I can’t even begin to explain why she grates on me so, but ever since reception class she has been a thorn in my side. Never openly so, of course. Oh no, she is all smiles and affection, so none of the teachers ever saw through her façade. Complaining was useless, so I just took her little taunts. Without me she never would have passed her exams, and I’m sure that’s why she kept me around. The little mouse was good enough for doing her homework for her and taking the flak for her misdemeanors. Graduation was the happiest day of my life, and I swore that one day I would show her.”

Unbidden, the tears fell and Beth swiped them away and drew her knees up to her chest. Elliot wrapped his arms around them with her and rested his chin on top of her head.

“Let me guess, that day never came?” he asked.

“Got it in one. Whoever said Karma is a wonderful thing, is a fucking liar. It certainly didn’t get her. No, the great Samantha fell on her feet and married some hotshot from the government. I’m not exactly sure what he does, but they’re loaded, so naturally the reunions are held at her bloody mansion so that we can all genuflect. Not attending is not an option because she will haunt you mercilessly until you agree to take part, and trust me, you wouldn’t wish her hounding you on your worst enemy. It is far easier to just grit your teeth and get it over with, but after last year’s fiasco, I couldn’t go on my own again.”

A shudder went through Beth as she recalled the little weasel-like accountant Sam had decreed would make the perfect partner for Beth.

“Just once I want to be able to walk in there without feeling inferior, and before you say anything, I know I am allowing her to make me feel like that. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I’ve heard it all before, and I know it’s childish, but to wipe that superior smile off her face just once. Fuck it, it would be akin to winning the lottery I reckon.”

Elliot’s chest shook in silent laughter against her back, and Beth’s lips, too, twitched.

“I know what you’re thinking, you know. It’s stupid and—”

“Enough of that. You can’t help your feelings, and take it from me, your feelings are too precious to ignore.” His hold on her tightened, and when she turned her head he kissed her with so much passion and need, Beth couldn’t shake the knowledge seeping into her bones. He wasn’t talking about her feelings or the reunion anymore. Her heart did a fast two-step in her too-tight chest, and she kissed him back with all the emotion she didn’t dare voice out loud.

* * * *

Elliot rubbed his thumb over the back of Beth’s hand, grateful for the fact that his body was capable of sustaining forces far stronger than the white-knuckled grip she had on his fingers. Had he been human, he would not be able to feel his fingers, let alone use them. Anxiety had his little Beth in its firm, debilitating grip as they followed the butler through to the ballroom, where the reunion was being held. At first Elliot had thought their taxi driver must have gotten the directions wrong, but a quick check of his internal satellite navigation system told him they were on the right track. The mansion that had appeared at the end of the long driveway was indeed the residence of Sam and Oliver Barnett.

Elliot had whistled under his breath, and Beth had rolled her eyes and snorted her disgust.

“Told you, she’s fucking loaded.”

What was more concerning as far as Elliot was concerned was the fact that his scouring of data files had drawn a blank on the exact nature of Oliver Barnett’s association with the government. Whilst Elliot would eventually be able to hack through any security measure this planet had ever invented, it would take time. Time he didn’t have right now, his first priority the woman stumbling in her high heels. He put his other arm round her waist and drew her in front of him, just as the butler announced their arrival to the crowded room.

“Miss Bethany Devlin and guest.”

A temporary hush descended upon the crowded room, and Beth stiffened against him. He dropped a kiss on her rapidly beating pulse point, and she relaxed, marginally at least.

“You look stunning, my sweet. You’re a beautiful, talented, young woman, who could wipe the floor with any of these people present. And I can’t wait to take you home so that I can take this sinful dress off you and fuck you until we both can’t see straight.”

“Elliot!” Beth’s voice was an outraged whisper of a response, but her shoulders heaved in a silent chuckle, and he smirked.

She did look stunning. When she had emerged out of her bedroom, his dick had done the equivalent of a reverse bungee jump and had tested the endurance of his tailored tux ever since. Elliot was getting used to his cock having a mind of its own. As disconcerting as the experience had been at first, Beth seemed reassured by his inability to control that appendage, and for her he could put up with any amount of discomfort. And it blooming, well, was uncomfortable. How human males put up with this affliction their entire lives was beyond him right now.