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Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX_

WINSTON, LUCKY, AND THE ORGASM EXPERIMENT

“Do you think Lucky is okay?” Winston asked Calvin. Lucky had left for class a few minutes prior and his demeanor seemed off to Winston. Less sunny. Less… Lucky.

“For the past few days, I’ve detected a decline in the amount of words a day he speaks. For many people, turning inward can be a sign of distress.”

Despite his worry about Lucky, Winston smiled and kissed the top of Calvin’s head. Calvin’s favorite thing to do lately was lay his head on him or Lucky and listen to their heartbeats. He didn’t say as much, but he didn’t have to.

“I love it when you go all robot on me.” Winston let out a sigh. “We should do something to cheer him up.”

“What did you have in mind?” Calvin shifted around and propped himself up on an elbow.

“Well, you got that delivery the other day of the clothes you ordered. I was thinking that you could wear something extra special for him.”

“Is that something that would help?” Calvin was always so earnest, so honest, so willing to do whatever it took to make him and Lucky happy.

“It could provide a nice distraction for him.” Winston didn’t let on that he had another part to this plan, but that was also a surprise for Calvin.

“I’d like to distract him. Tell me what to do.”

“First things first.” Winston said as he tugged Calvin down to him and pressed their mouths together.

Kissing Calvin was always an interesting experience.

His mouth was soft in all the right places and just moist enough to be enjoyable.

Calvin also kissed with enthusiasm and passion that Winston would never expect from a robot.

Though his dick perked up at the idea of a little tumble in the sheets, Winston ignored it and broke the kiss. “I need to shower and you need to pick your sluttiest outfit.”

Calvin grinned up at Winston. “Thank you again for all the clothes. I know I already said thank you, but every time I think of them, I feel… gratitude.”

Winston leaned in and brushed a kiss against Calvin’s cheek. “I’m happy you’re happy.”

Calvin’s smile widened. “I am.”

It wasn’t until Winston was in the shower that it hit him like a kick in the head. Calvin said he felt gratitude. He said he was happy. As far as Winston knew, those weren’t things robots were capable of.

He tried not to think about it, about what might happen to a robot that deviated from his programming the way that it appeared Calvin had. But Winston wasn’t stupid. Humans feared things that were different. If people knew Calvin was different, they’d take him away.

Winston slipped in his hurry to get out of the shower but caught himself against the wall. Calvin rushed in wearing a pair of black fishnet thigh-high stockings and a tiny black ruffled skirt that hid none of his ass. His dick was hidden in the satin pouch of a black G-string.

“Are you okay?”

Calvin looked worried. Because he was worried, Winston realized. It wasn’t merely a programmed response at this point. Calvin could feel.

Winston stepped out of the shower, dripping water everywhere. He walked up to Calvin and cradled his face in his wet hands. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“Your heart rate is elevated.”

“I’m worried for you. Cal, you know you’re not like other robots, don’t you?”

“I have confirmed that, yes.”

“You know you can’t tell anyone that you’re different. People can’t know. It’s not safe.”

Something flickered in Calvin’s gaze. “I have taken necessary precautions to prevent discovery. I do not wish—I won’t leave you,” Calvin said. Then he rolled his shoulders back and slowly turned. “How do I look? Is this slutty enough?”

“You’re perfect,” Winston told him. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll get Lucky back here.”

“He’s due to return from class in thirty minutes.”

“Yes, but I want to make sure he comes straight home.” Winston wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. He found his phone on the dresser where he left it.

“Smile for the camera, Calvin.” Winston told him, but it wasn’t his face that Lucky was going to notice.

It was the long legs. The shapely ass peeking out from under the barely-there skirt.

Winston sent the picture to Lucky, detailing his idea for Calvin and what the three of them might get up to when Lucky returned from class.

Twenty-five minutes later, the front door slammed shut and a set of footprints thundered up the stairs to the third floor where Winston and Calvin waited.

Winston was sitting in bed with his back propped up against the headboard with a book in his hands that he wasn’t reading.

Calvin was moving about the room pretending to clean when Lucky threw the door open, chest heaving.

“That was a cruel thing to do, Winnie.” Lucky stepped into the room and pulled his hoodie off over his head. He kicked his shoes aside, and then his head whipped over to Calvin.

He raked his gaze over Calvin as he stepped closer. “You. Look. Edible.”

Calvin tossed a coy look over his shoulder. “This old thing?”

Lucky whipped his shirt off over his head, baring his chest. “Did Winnie tell you what he said to me over text?” Lucky stalked over to Calvin and plastered himself against Calvin’s back. His gaze met Winston’s across the room as he brought his mouth closer to Calvin’s ear.

“He asked me if I could come home. He wanted to know if the two of us could make you come.”

“I—” Calvin started to say something but Lucky was quick to cover Calvin’s mouth with his hand.

“Let us experiment, Cal. Let us play with you.” Lucky dragged his other hand across Calvin’s stomach, then down lower, pressing against the bulge in his skirt. “You look so fucking hot.”

Lucky’s gaze broke away from Winston’s. He watched the way Lucky’s eyes fluttered shut. The tilt of Calvin’s head, then Lucky’s parted lips making contact with Calvin’s neck. “You can stop pretending to be reading, and get your evil ass over here, Winnie.”

Winston climbed off the bed, abandoned his book on the nightstand and joined them. Lucky’s hands roamed over Calvin’s chest, up and down, his fingers brushing against Calvin’s nipples. Calvin gasped and arched into Lucky’s touch.

“Get on your knees, Winnie.”

Winston went to his knees and slid his hands up Calvin’s legs. “Now what?” He asked Lucky.

“Now you get your mouth on him.”

Leaning forward, Winston pressed a kiss to Calvin’s knee. His thigh. The inside of his thigh. Not taking Calvin’s dick out was an exercise in torture, but he mouthed it through the thin fabric of the G-string instead.

Winston closed his eyes and focused on giving as much pleasure to Calvin as he could.

He kept tormenting Calvin through the fabric, moving along every so often to kiss the crease of his thigh before moving back.

Slowly, Winston slid his hands up Calvin’s legs.

His fingertips danced upward and then captured the G-string.

He dragged it down to Calvin’s knees where he left it.

Calvin’s fingers sank into Winston’s hair when he leaned in and took Calvin’s cock into his mouth.

Winston let his saliva pool in his mouth and smooth the glide.

Winston’s scalp tingled when Calvin’s grip increased.

And then Calvin rocked forward, making Winston gag a little because of the unexpected motion.

“Sorry, Winnie. I didn’t think he’d be so surprised.”

It wasn’t until Lucky spoke that Winston realized he was on his knees behind Calvin, spreading his cheeks open so he could dive between.

Calvin gasped when Lucky returned to his task. Lucky had been given a mission, and it was clear from the sounds he was making that he was taking the task seriously.

Winston looked up at Calvin, who seemed to be enjoying himself. “Does that feel good?”

Calvin smiled down at him, his expression soft. He wore a slight smirk. “My skin is equipped with sensors that mimic the input your nerves send your brain. So, yes, it’s very pleasant.”

Lucky made a sound and pulled back. “High praise. Very pleasant. Sounds like I need to up my game.” Lucky stuck a finger in his mouth and got it wet, then pressed it against Calvin’s hole. He paused, then peeked around Calvin’s leg to look at Winston. “He’s lubed.”

“We wanted to be ready for anything.”

“God, that’s hot.”

The sound of Lucky’s groan made Winston’s cock throb. Remembering his task, he brought his mouth back to Calvin’s cock and teased the head with the tip of his tongue.

Winston was determined to leave no trick untested when it came to sucking Calvin’s dick.

He took him deep. He teased the head of his cock with his tongue, played with the slit.

He was keenly aware of every move Calvin made.

Every twitch of his fingers in Winston’s hair, every thrust forward.

Every time he’d pull back to push his ass into Lucky’s face felt like a win.

Winston let Calvin’s cock slip free and focused his attention on Calvin’s balls. They were remarkably similar to the real thing. Fleshy and soft, they pulled tight to Calvin’s body during sex as though he were getting ready to blow.

After some minutes, Winston had to admit defeat. “My jaw is going to fall off if I keep this up.”

He leaned his forehead against Calvin’s leg and closed his eyes. Calvin raked his fingers through Winston’s hair.

“Get on the bed, Winnie,” Lucky said. “Stretch out on your back. Calvin, climb on top of him, straddle him.”

Clearly Lucky wasn’t done trying to make Calvin come.

Winston got to his feet and crawled up the bed.

He flopped over onto his back and was treated with a lovely view of Lucky and Calvin locked together in an epic kiss.

Lucky had a handful of Calvin’s hair and was kissing the daylights out of him.

Calvin looked sexy as sin in his skirt and stockings.

Lucky was shirtless, but he still had his pants on, and Winston watched the way Calvin rocked against him.

When the kiss broke, Lucky grinned at Calvin and released his hair. He smacked Calvin on the ass. “Get on top of Winnie. Winnie, get the lube, and get your cocks nice and slick.”

Winston rolled over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He no sooner rolled back over and Calvin was on him, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

“I like this experiment of yours.” Calvin sat on Winston, straddling him so their cocks were lined up.

“It’s not the worst idea we’ve ever had.” Winston poured an ample amount of lube into his hand, then slicked Calvin’s dick. Calvin’s eyes fluttered shut, but it was Winston who let out a groan when he took both of them in hand, stroking their cocks together in a tight grip.

Fuck. It would be so easy to bring himself off.

But he didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to drag this night out forever.

Because while they were doing this, nothing else mattered.

While they were safe in this moment, Calvin’s burgeoning feelings weren’t an issue.

Whatever was bothering Lucky was swept away by their passion, and everything was nearly perfect.

The bed dipped as Lucky joined them. He put a hand between Calvin’s shoulder blades and guided him down. “Kiss him, Calvin. Winnie loves a good frot, so make sure you grind against him as much as you need to.”

Lucky reached down and grabbed the lube off the bed and before he had time to wonder or ask what Lucky planned to do, Calvin was there, kissing the apple of his cheek.

The corner of his mouth. He delved inside, invited in by Winston as he parted his lips and made way with a sigh.

He managed to release their cocks from his grip and pull his hand out from between them, and then Calvin ground against him, sending sparks flying behind Winston’s eyes.

Winston wound his arms around Calvin’s shoulders and sank his fingers into his hair, raked the others across Calvin’s back. While he was doing this, kissing, being kissed, being obliterated by the sensation of Calvin’s thick, slick cock sliding against his, he wondered what Lucky was doing.

“Talk to me, Lucky,” Winston said when he paused the kiss to take a real breath of air. His head swam with the sudden influx of oxygen. He was so close to coming, his body shook with the need as Calvin kept grinding against him in slow, tantalizing circles.

Winston was no novice. He’d had a ton of sex. Copious amounts. But nothing had felt like this. Nothing he’d done before had felt like love the way this felt. The way Calvin found the perfect rhythm of his body to bring Winston to the edge and keep him there so they could trade more languid kisses.

“I have four fingers in his ass,” Lucky rasped. “He doesn’t have a prostate.”

“That’s an aftermarket feature,” Calvin said as though that was normal.

And for him it was. For them. This was Winston’s new normal. Him, Lucky, and Calvin, who Winston no longer thought of as a robot. Calvin, who Winston had managed to fall in love with. And Lucky, who Winston had loved since they met.

Winston couldn’t tell them any of this. Not right now. Not like this. He tugged Calvin down into another kiss so he wouldn’t spill all his secrets.