Chapter 8
Nolan
Mia is driving my gratification drive absolutely wild, my ivory blood already sensing my temperature rising and circulating swiftly to cool my circuits. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I’m designed to withstand fifteen-hundred-degree temperatures—three times what fire turnout gear can survive. But this little woman in front of me has me threatening to overheat. Mia’s got me caught in a whirlwind of fire and passion, and I don’t want to put on the brakes.
I undress her slowly, unzipping the back of her black dress and slipping her sleeves off her arms, admiring her soft skin, the curves of her breasts accentuated by a lace bra.
“You’re so beautiful, Mia,” I whisper, grazing my fingertips along her sides.
Her hands are impatient, exploring me. If she continues, what’s left of my resolve will snap in two.
I take her wrists. “Slow down. Let me look at you.”
She pouts, and I respond by kissing her hard, suckling on her lower lip. She makes swift work of my black uniform shirt, peeling it off me as she claims my mouth with just as much fervor.
So eager. My dick is already initialized, rock hard in my pants.
But I want to take my time. With a little snap, I’ve unhooked her bra clasp behind her neck and again beneath her shoulder blades. Her breasts spill out in plain view for me to drink in.
Suddenly, I’m a man dying of thirst.
“Come here.” Wrapping my arms around her, I sit on my bed and pull her into my lap. She straddles me, and I trail kisses from her lips to her neck and collarbone. My hand brushes over one tawny tit, a perfect handful, and I trace her nipple until it pebbles beneath my thumb.
Then I lower my head to take it into my mouth, and she moans.
Her fingers run over my head as she arches her back, whispering my name as I lightly pull with her nipple snug between my teeth.
I swirl my tongue and then let her go. The moment I do, she wiggles out of my grasp and pulls her hair up into a ponytail.
An ache pulses through my body. I hope that means what I think it means.
“You’re driving me insane,” she breathes, unbuttoning my pants. She palms my groin, testing my hardness.
“But I was just getting started,” I reply softly.
“I know, baby,” she coos, and the way she calls me baby sends thrills up my circuitry. Like she’s already mine, and no one else’s. “Let me first. You deserve it.”
Her smooth, small hand draws my cock out and gives me a slow, exploratory stroke. I grunt as I lean back on my hands. Her eyes are hungry, gazing at my manhood. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
I grin as she blushes. She doesn’t even have to continue; I can read it in her face. Her previous lovers were nowhere as impressive as I am.
Good. I don’t need to know who they were. What they did. All I need to know is right now, I’m erasing them from Mia’s memory.
She bites her lip and glances up at me as she settles between my legs, stroking me. Her lips graze the tip of my dick, then takes me into her mouth.
I don’t know what I expected when I brought her here, but it wasn’t this. I watch as she slowly slides up and down my cock. Every movement is steady, and deliberate. Her eyes meet mine, her pretty pink lips surrounding me, taking me in deeper.
The way her warm obsidian eyes dance with sensual delight at my slack-jawed reaction to her expertise makes me groan.
There’s nothing shy or innocent about this woman. I’m programmed to mimic human behavior passively, to pick up behaviors and mirror them. So I suck in air through my teeth, even though I have no lungs, nowhere for it to go. It escapes me quickly. “Mia . . .”
She starts working me over with her hand around my base, alternating stroking and sucking me. I stare at her, entranced, and reach out to brush my hand through her hair.
She moves faster. My systems begin to throb. “What are you doing to me?” I groan. “With that pretty little mouth of yours . . . Fuck . . .”
Encouraged by my praise, Mia moves faster, taking me as far as she can. My pleasure receptors erupt at her insistence, dick pulsing.
She pulls away with a soft giggle. “No mess?”
“No mess.” I grin, leaning down and pulling her up. “Come here.”
* * *
Mia
I’m honestly relieved it didn’t take him long to come, because holy shit.
It isn’t my first time, but he’s definitely the biggest man I’ve ever been with.
I had a feeling he would be. He’s perfect in every other way, so why not also this one?
And watching him squint at me, biting his full lower lip, reacting to my mouth, turns me on.
The occasional push of his hips, encouraging me to take more, threatens to drive me mad.
I can feel the heat in my core, the familiar ache between my thighs, begging for my turn. Wanting to feel him deep inside me.
This isn’t normal for me. I’m usually on the defensive. Before, it took maybe five or six dates before I let anything happen. But Nolan?
I need Nolan now, more than I’ve ever needed anyone.
As he sweeps me up into his arms, I marvel at his cock, still as upright as it was before. “How are you still—”
“I’m an android,” he practically growls, taking another kiss hungrily. “I only stop when you tell me to stop.”
I was hot and flustered before. Now?
I’m soaking wet.
I’m ready to take it to the next level, but Nolan leans back onto the bed, carrying me with him like I weigh nothing. I nearly lose my balance, but he doesn’t remark on it, doesn’t make me feel clumsy.
His voice is low, husky. “I want to taste you.”
He wraps his powerful arms around my legs, bringing me higher, positioning me above his mouth. His lips and nose trace my inner thigh. “Have a seat, Mia,” he whispers.
The way he offers sends a thrilling shiver up my body as I obey.
Then he buries his face between my legs. I squeak, back arching as he drags his tongue across my folds and his lips find my clit. Lightning plays across my body, sending volts of pleasure from my core to the tip of my head and to my curling toes.
No man has ever made me feel like this before.
He laps greedily at my pussy, and I feel one finger enter me, steadily pumping. Then another follows. I gasp his name repeatedly. Occasionally I glance down and see his white eyes reading me, enjoying the power he has over my body.
My orgasm grows, burning, so close to sending me spiraling. I’m so wet for him that I can hear him fucking me with his fingers, hard and deep. He teases me, pulling them out so they hover at my entrance, making me come and get them. I grind against his mouth, his tongue, until they fill me again.
“Nolan, I’m going to come.”
His mouth breaks away, his fingers pumping me faster. “Yes.” He grins at me, eyes gleaming with lust, more human than I’ve ever seen them. “Come all over my fingers. I want to feel it.”
It’s building within me, and I can’t stop it. I pant, my legs shaking, tensing. “I’ll scream.”
“Don’t,” he commands huskily. “They’ll hear you downstairs.”
I can’t stop it. It’s so good. I’m going to lose control. “Nolan, please—”
He covers my mouth with his free hand, and that pushes me over the edge. Restrained by him, I shatter, my cries of ultimate pleasure muffled as I ride through my orgasm against his expert fingers.
* * *
Nolan
Her legs give out after release rips through her, and I withdraw my fingers and kiss my way up her body, listening to her breathless moans as she comes down from her euphoria.
I can’t stop admiring her. Her perfect tits, soft curves, the way her chest rises and falls as she desperately takes in air.
While I cannot truly eat, I have taste receptors that work similar to the human tongue.
And Mia tastes better than I could have ever anticipated.
By the dazed look on her face, I wonder if I performed better than anyone she’s had, and pride carries through me.
I tongue her nipple, listening to her sweet whimpers as my teeth graze over her sensitive skin.
My dick is fully initialized, but it’s different.
I don’t think I’ve ever been quite this hard before, to the point where it’s almost painful to my pleasure receptors.
I mark her body as I go with gentle nips and kisses.
As I claim her mouth, gazing down at this gorgeous woman lost in delirium, the tip of my cock tests the waters, sliding between her folds.
My pleasure receptors overtake the rest of my senses, and I bite back a groan. Mia is absolutely soaked, dampness on the bed where her trembling legs lay open.
She gazes at up me, imploring me. More. “Fuck me, Nolan,” she whispers. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”
Her words shoot power through my circuitry, dancing along my inner mainframe and sending my gratification drive spinning into a frenzy.
Sometimes it’s like there’s a separate entity in my head, and right now it’s just as lustful and needy as I am, interpreting her words like a command, one that it gleefully wants to fulfill.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur with a sly smile.
I take one more moment to gaze at this beautiful woman lying beneath me.
Then I enter her with one slow, drawn-out thrust until I’m hilted inside her wet heat.
I stare at her in wonder as she takes every inch of me like she was created for me in a laboratory herself.
I watch her face, searching for signs of pain.
She opens her mouth, arches again, and lets out a wanton, breathy keen. “Oh, god . . .”
I’m a machine. I was built to serve, protect, please.
It never occurred to me that I might fit an organic so perfectly, like a key snug in its lock. I thrust, slowly working up to a tempo. The bed creaks beneath us.
“More,” Mia gasps between burning kisses. “More. Don’t stop.”
I give her precisely what she asks for, pumping harder, faster. Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me in until I fill her again. When she gazes into my eyes, I thread my fingers into her black hair, my cock pistoning in and out of her as she clings to me desperately.