“Good. Your only job right now is to feel my hand and listen to my voice. Can you handle it?”
“Are you for real?” I asked, but there was no hiding my arousal. My voice shook, strung as tight as the rest of my body.
“Totally. I took three courses on pleasuring women and downloaded a bunch of code meant for pleasure bots. I am very well prepared.”
I gasped out a laugh, cut short by a moan when his fingers cupped me through the wet—wet!—fabric of my panties. He still didn’t take off my shorts. It was dirty, filthy, like we were hiding, like we’d get caught.
“Slow and easy does the job, doesn’t it?” he asked, caressing me through the fabric. “One course had two long modules on fingering alone. I paid close attention because I’m a very good student.”
He pushed the fabric aside, entering me with one finger. My hand slipped off the dresser, and I would have lost my balance but for his arm wrapping lightning-fast across my collarbones.
“Don’t make a racket now, sweetheart,” he said in a honeyed whisper. “I told you to pay attention, not to fall over. What do you feel right now?”
“Y-your finger is inside me,” I said, keeping my eyes blissfully shut. “You’re… Oh, goody. You found my G-spot.”
“Mmm. It’s not really a G-spot now, is it?” He caressed the spongy area on the front wall of my pussy with just enough pressure to make all thoughts flee from my mind. “It’s a part of your clit. Speaking of which…”
He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit and ground slowly down with his finger still working inside me. I stifled a moan, shaking my head.
“Too much!”
“Because you’re going to come, and then come again. I know. Let me do it.”
“But this is… But I…”
Sensation pulsed between my legs, and I rocked my hips, trying to escape it and get more at the same time. Had even three minutes passed since he started? This was too fast. I bit off a low, strangled sound, fighting the looming orgasm. I felt like it would take me under.
“But you are doing so well,” he whispered, his finger inside me working harder, faster, in ways a human never could. I threw my head back against his chest, shaking.
“I feel how much wetter and more swollen it got,” he murmured with keen fascination. “And you’ll lie later and tell me you hated it, but I’ll have my proof, all the data, the sounds you’re making, everything. How you look shaking with your legs spread for me. It’s all going right to the top of my memory folder. I’ll rewatch it hundreds of times by tomorrow. That’s it, you’re almost there. Rippling… Tighter… Hotter and hotter…”
I came with a strangled howl, shaking as my legs gave out from under me. As soon as it ended, he had me in his arms. I landed on my back on the bed, my shorts and panties gone. Clanker sat between my loose legs that he spread open with his warm hands on my inner thighs. I took shallow breaths, watching him with absolute serenity. No fucks given.
He could do with me what he wanted. I never came so hard in my life.
“They say a second one will be challenging but worth it.”
I gasped when two fingers slid inside me, finding that spot again. His thumb rubbed my clit, and I shook my head, grabbing ontothe bedding. I didn’t dare tell him to stop, though. It felt like he could get me there despite my overstimulation.
When his thumb vibrated, I bit my forearm to muffle my screams.
Chapter 17
Dean
Irecorded with all my cameras. My pleasure sensors were overloaded, my core throbbing with gathering tension, and I loved every nanosecond of this. She was spread open for me, biting her own flesh to choke back the screams I caused. I turned on all my environmental sensors, mapping out her scent, the sounds, temperature, humidity, everything I could. This would be the most immersive memory I created for myself.
“Kiss me,” Sera moaned out, looking at me with delirious eyes. “Now.”
I replayed her words two times just to heighten the pleasure, then leaned in, pressing my lips to hers. I was a universal model, and my mouth was built both for functionality and pleasure. I moved my lips against hers, my fingers buried in her pulsing flesh working with changing tempo, faster, then slower, letting her build up to it.
She kissed me without coordination or any real rhythm, and I faltered for a moment, my programming getting lost. I shut offthe kissing program designed for mindless pleasure bots and responded as best I could, chasing her lips with mine.
She slicked her tongue inside my mouth, and I redirected core power into the sensors there, just feeling her first. She was hot, wet, had a taste—a taste that was far too complex for my sensors to decipher, yet still pleasurable as hell.
I pushed my tongue inside her, a tongue that was meant for sucking cock and eating pussy, a thick, agile thing that could go hot and then instantly cold. She moaned around it, then coughed when I went too deep. I instantly pulled back and kissed her only with my lips and little licks inside until she shattered in ecstasy, her muscles tightening around my fingers.
I turned off the vibration and just stayed there, bracing on one arm and hovering above her, still kissing her now languid mouth. She was pliant, breathless, and I pushed my fingers deeper, rearranging my circuits as much as I could without changing the hardware.
