Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN_
ROBOTS DON’T HAVE GAG REFLEXES
Novak was downstairs, curled up on the couch when Lucky and Winston arrived home. Winston held tight to Lucky’s hand, and he watched the way Lucky lit up when Novak saw, smirked, and went back to looking at his phone.
“I see you two patched it up.”
“Something like that,” Lucky replied, reeling Winston in closer.
“Remind me to sleep with earplugs in.” Novak lifted his gaze. “You’re not exactly quiet.”
“And on that note.” Winston tugged Lucky toward the stairs. All the talking they’d done about what it would look like for them to make a go of a real relationship and how they’d make their incompatibility in the bedroom work had made Winston irrevocably horny.
He hustled Lucky with him up the stairs, passing by Lucky’s room on the second floor and up to Winston’s.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” Lucky’s laughter died when they flung the door to Winston’s room open and stepped inside.
Calvin was making the bed but that wasn’t what had stopped them. Winston’s eyes nearly fell out of his head at the sight of Calvin in a short plaid skirt and tall socks. He wore a tie, loosened, and nothing else.
“Did you?” Winston asked Lucky.
“Those are mine, but I didn’t tell him to wear them.”
Calvin turned his head and shot them a smile. It held more warmth than Winston expected to see, and it was that warmth that stole Winston’s breath. He could almost pretend that Calvin was real. Winston squeezed Lucky’s hand.
“Hello, Calvin. You look nice.” Winston stepped further into the room.
“Thank you, Winston.” Calvin brushed his hand down his naked chest and turned his attention to Lucky. “I hope it’s okay that I borrowed these. You said I could wear whatever I liked.”
“It’s fine, Calvin. In fact, you can keep those. They look far, far better on you anyway.” Lucky looked at Winston. “Don’t they, Winnie?”
“Yeah.” Winston exhaled a breath he’d been holding. Lucky pulled Winston against him and buried his face in the curve of Winston’s neck. Lips grazed Winston’s flesh, and his cock responded with a throb that pulled at Winston’s core.
“Tell Calvin how nice he looks.” Lucky told him as he slid his hands under the hem of Winston’s shirt.
“You look nice, Calvin. Really nice.”
Lucky let out a quiet laugh. “You can do better than that.”
Winston took a breath to steady himself, but it was hard with Lucky’s hands on him, teasing him with gentle touches. Light brushes of fingertips over his skin made Winston’s stomach flutter with anticipation.
“You look amazing.” Winston hardly recognized the sound of his own voice. “Hot.”
“That’s better.”
Lucky’s approval made Winston’s head swim. Or maybe it was the way Calvin looked at him with unwavering attention.
“This pleases you?” Calvin asked.
“Very much,” Winston admitted.
“Ask him,” Lucky urged, his lips grazing against Winston’s ear, making him shiver. “Ask him, Winnie.”
“Calvin, I—” Winston paused as he tried to figure out how best to ask. He wanted Calvin to fuck him until he couldn’t move. Until he was a boneless wreck, and then he wanted Lucky to fuck him right after.
“He wants you to fuck him,” Lucky said when it was clear that Winston was going to stand there and fret about how to ask for what he wanted. “He wants you to lube up that fat dick of yours and fuck him blind.”
Calvin scrunched his face. “I will not bring harm to him.”
Winston’s heart couldn’t stand Calvin sometimes. Like when he said endearing things about not harming Winston. Winston held out a hand and beckoned Calvin to come closer.
“It’s an expression, Cal. It means that I want you to fuck me the way you fucked Lucky.”
Calvin’s expression smoothed, and he approached Winston with a swagger in his step. He looked almost smug now that he understood what it was Winston was asking for.
“But it means a lot to hear you say you wouldn’t harm me.”
Calvin took Winston’s outstretched hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed the back of it.
Jesus Christ on a Christmas cracker, Winston was going to combust and Calvin had barely touched him. But Lucky was there too, not making things easy on Winston. Lucky had moved around to stand behind Winston, and his hands settled heavy and firm on Winston’s hips.
“Are you going to warm him up for me, Calvin? Get him all nice and loose and wet for me.”
Winston didn’t imagine the heat in Calvin’s gaze when he stepped closer or the bulge under Calvin’s skirt when he pressed himself up against Winston. Calvin put his hands on Winston’s hips and held him still, then ground their erections together.
“Calvin—” Winston gasped at the sudden friction.
“Is that what you want?” Calvin asked him.
It dawned on Winston that though Lucky had told him what Winston wanted, Calvin wanted to hear it from Winston. He was making sure he had consent.
“I want it if you want it,” Winston found himself saying.
Calvin smiled at him, a sweet, sexy smile that was anything but shy or timid. Then Calvin took hold of the bottom of Winston’s shirt and tugged it up and off. Lucky helped, then tossed the shirt aside.
“Let us take care of you, Winnie.” Lucky’s hands were everywhere. They swept down Winston’s arms, then around his waist. Lucky cupped Winston’s cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze. Winston melted against Lucky, tilting his head so Lucky could devour his neck. “Say yes,” Lucky said.
It was the easiest yes Winston had ever given.
Once the word was out of his mouth, Lucky was undoing Winston’s pants and tugging them down to his ankles. Calvin went to his knees and helped Winston step out of his pants.
Lucky dragged his mouth down Winston’s back, peppering it with kisses and licks while he sank to his knees behind him.
“Take him in your mouth, Calvin.” To combat the feeling of dry silicone—because Winston was far from the first person to stick his dick in a robot—they were built with a human-safe lubricant in their mouths and other orifices.
Plus, Winston’s own precum would help the glide of fake tongue on real cock.
Calvin’s mouth didn’t feel fake. It was the most real thing he’d ever felt when Calvin flicked his gaze up to meet Winston’s and then leaned in, swiping his tongue over the head of Winston’s cock.
At the same time that happened, Lucky parted Winston’s cheeks and buried his face between them. Winston’s chest squeezed, as he gasped at the sudden onslaught of sensation. Twenty seconds in and he was already unravelling. Winston was doomed to have the best night of his life.
He reached behind him and wound his fingers into Lucky’s hair.
He did the same to Calvin and anchored himself between them.
Winston was beside himself with pleasure.
His hole was being expertly tongue-fucked by Lucky, who ate ass like a starving man.
Lucky hummed and moaned in appreciation, and every little bit of sound vibrated through Winston, travelling straight to his dick.
“I love the sounds you make,” Winston said, meaning Lucky, but Calvin was a fast learner, and he moaned around Winston’s cock. Winston gasped and jerked back, thrusting his ass into Lucky’s face. Lucky’s fingers dug into Winston’s cheeks.
Calvin pulled back and met Winston’s gaze. He licked his lips and skated his hands up Winston’s legs. “Let me make you feel good.”
Incapable of coherent speech, Winston nodded.
Calvin dove back in with renewed interest, humming his pleasure around Winston’s cock.
Now it was Winston who was making noise.
Lucky speared a finger inside Winston and brushed it against his prostate.
Winston yelped at the sudden sensation, then moaned when Lucky did it again.
Sensory overload made his head swim until everything felt like a fever dream.
Calvin licked and sucked at his cock, taking it impossibly deep, teaching Winston that robots don’t have gag reflexes.
Calvin buried Winston’s cock in his mouth, all the way down, until his nose was pressed against Winston.
Winston found the ability to speak. “Wait, wait, Calvin, please.”
Calvin pulled back and looked up at him with a question in his gaze.
“That’s so good. I’m going to come if you keep going.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Calvin asked, his voice with a sultry tone to it. Almost a purr.
“Yeah, but I want to come with you inside me.”
With an impossible amount of grace, Calvin rose to his feet. He reached for his skirt, but Winston stopped him, putting his hands over Calvin’s.
“The skirt stays on,” Winston managed to say without blushing.
Calvin arched an eyebrow at him. “You like the skirt?”
“I like the skirt,” Winston confirmed as Lucky stood.
“The skirt is hot,” Lucky agreed.
Winston watched him cross the room and move a chair from beside a window to face the bed instead.
He went to the bedside table and grabbed the lube out of it.
After freeing his dick and applying a generous amount of lube, he dropped down into the chair and gave his cock a lazy stroke.
He motioned to Calvin, who swept Winston off his feet and carried him to the bed.
Calvin tossed him into the center of the bed, making Winston laugh. But the laugh was short-lived when Calvin knelt on the bed and crawled up toward him. He spread Winston’s legs and slotted himself between them.
“I’m going to ruin you,” Calvin promised as he reached for the lube. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your name.”
“Damn,” Lucky groaned. “That’s hot as fuck, Cal.”
Calvin kept his attention on Winston as he squirted lube into his hand and stroked it over his cock. Calvin moved like he’d fucked a thousand men instead of just one. He had the confidence of a seasoned lover, and Winston had the luxury of being at his mercy.
Reaching between Winston’s legs, Calvin slowly inserted a finger into Winston’s hole. “You’re so tight,” Calvin rasped. “So hot for me. And greedy. I can feel the way your greedy little hole is trying to pull me inside.”
While he talked, his other hand roamed over Winston’s body.
Winston’s cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach. It twitched every time Calvin’s finger moved. Calvin took it in his hand and stroked it as he fingered Winston. The push and pull of the two sensations had Winston spreading his legs, begging without begging to be taken.
“Tell me you need it.” Calvin’s stare was almost too intense to meet. Or maybe Winston was projecting his own intensity onto Calvin.
“I need it.”
Calvin’s smile was smug and sharp. Winston gasped when he pulled his finger free of his ass and then groaned when Calvin shifted forward and pressed the head of his cock against Winston’s hole.
“Give it to me,” Winston begged. “Please, Calvin.”
“Fuck him nice and hard, Calvin. Bury that fat cock in my boyfriend.”
The faint squelching sound of lube and flesh reached Winston’s ears, but in the next moment it was lost. Drowned out in the sound of Winton’s cries as Calvin sank into him, stretching him wide.
Once Calvin was all the way in, he smiled down at Winston. He drew back then plowed forward, ramming his cock into Winston. Winston let out a moan, and Calvin leaned forward. Changing the angle, he did it again.
“That’s right,” Calvin said in a soothing yet sexy voice. “Take it for me. That’s a good boy.”
Winston nearly came right then.
Holy fucking shit.