Six
JENNA
Remus reaches behind him, grabs the collar of his undershirt, and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the floor with my lab coat.
I hear the women in the observation room gasp and coo their appreciation at the revelation of his strong chest, the thick slab of muscle giving true meaning to the term “beefcake”.
Yummy.
Again my mouth pools with saliva, only this time there’s nothing stopping me from leaning forwards and taking his nipple between my lips.
But a quick lick is all I dare. Our aim is to get out of here as quickly and as alive as possible, and that means skipping the foreplay and getting down to business.
Two orgasms. That’s all they need to see to be satisfied my new B.O.B. has what it takes to make them all lots and lots of money, and as primed as I am right now, I’m confident the demonstration will be over soon and Remus and I can get the hell out of here.
I flick my tongue over Remus’s nipple and he shivers, but not too noticeably, thank goodness. While my bots can detect fluctuations in temperature—like a hot tongue pressed against a cold nipple—they don’t react to them. Yet. It’s something I’m working on.
But as quickly as that thought enters my mind, it leaves again, chased away by the feel of Remus’s calloused hands cupping my face and tilting it upwards as his descends.
Fun fact! If you’re ever curious about the size of a man’s cock, look at his hands. A Korean study years ago concluded finger length was a much better indicator of a man’s size than his feet.
And Remus has huge hands, with long, thick fingers.
Fingers that hold me in place as he angles his mouth over mine, and oh my God.
Real lips.
Real, firm, warm masculine lips are touching mine for the first time in years. Kissing me. And a real, slick tongue is pressing against them, asking for more than this chaste taste of bliss.
I eagerly open up to him and unashamedly whimper as his tongue brushes against mine, deepening the kiss and stealing my breath away.
It only takes a moment for my libido to kick into high gear, and as Remus plunges his tongue in and out of my mouth in the most magnificently frenzied kiss, my hands fall to the waistband of his trousers.
With a flick of my wrist, I pop open the button and slide the zipper down, revelling in the purr of the metal teeth as they separate and reveal the hard, heavy weight of Remus’s cock pressing against his cotton briefs.
I swallow his soft moan and feel his body shudder as I slide my hand inside his underwear and ease him free of the fabric.
When he pulls back from our kiss, I don’t need to say a word.
The colonel is in control.
We didn’t plan anything before the demonstration, didn’t choose which positions we would use.
I simply told him about the random generator idea and assured him I was on company-mandated birth control.
Not that I needed it. In the three years I’d been held here, I’d never desired any of the men I worked with, neither scientist nor security guard.
Remus promised me he hadn’t been with anyone since his last physical.
Either way, we don’t have any condoms—robots don’t exactly need them—so what choice do we have?
Remus stares down at me, a sly smile on his handsome face as he reaches between my legs and slips one strong finger through the slick folds of my pussy.
My knees threaten to give out at the luxurious touch.
How long has it been? How long since I was touched so intimately by a man?
Caressed and teased and tormented the way Remus torments me now?
As good as I am at what I do, my bots just can’t complete with a man like him.
I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from embarrassing myself, but with a gentle push, my lover enters my body and slowly thrusts in and out, his finger imitating the movement of his tongue in my mouth only moments ago.
Imitating what he’ll do when his cock replaces his finger in a few moments more.
Panting, I grip his forearms to hold myself up.
Corded muscle shifts under my fingertips as he pulls out far enough to add a second finger to the first and thrusts back in, inch by glorious inch, then slowly circles his thumb around my clit.
His actions are unhurried, deliberate, and so fucking good.
Is it possible to die from finger-fucking?
Because I am in Heaven. “Yes,” I moan. “God, yes.”
I’m so close to coming and he’s barely touched me. I hear appreciative murmurs from behind the glass, both male and female alike. I try to block them out.
Fucking perverts.
Remember to stay on track. Remember the plan.
Have sex, buy time, escape.
Only I hadn’t anticipated how horny for a real man I truly was, and now I’m afraid the time we buy with our little show may get all used up by the “have sex” part of the plan, because I don’t want this to end.
It’s then that Remus leans down, hiding his mouth from view while pretending to nuzzle my ear, and whispers, “Stop thinking so hard. Just let go. Let go and come for me, baby.”
And then his mouth is on my neck, nibbling a path from below my earlobe to my jaw to my lips, stealing what little good sense I have left and devouring it like he can’t get enough.
Seconds later, I snatch my mouth away from his and cry out my first orgasm.
My pussy clamps down on his fingers as my thighs clench around his hand. I feel the slickness on my skin, my arousal dripping all over Remus’s fingers. Glancing up at him, I see his nostrils flare, and his eyes seem even darker than before, his gaze more intense.
His cock juts up between us, twitching and eager, the crown moist with his own arousal. He slips his hand out from between my legs and grabs my waist, then lifts my soft body as easily as he lifted the sex-bot and throws me down on the bed.
He doesn’t even remove his pants before he’s on me, just leaves them clinging to his narrow hips as he pins my arms above my head and starts licking and suckling my breasts.
Taking my nipple in his mouth and drawing it upwards until the weight of my breast pulls it free from his lips.
Over and over he does this. First one breast and then the other, he plies them with so much attention, and oh fuck that feels so good.
A real tongue. Real lips.
A real man.
Remus keeps most of his weight off me as he tortures my nipples into tight, reddened peaks, but his hips rock against mine, forcing his hard cock to rub against my clit over and over, almost to the same rhythm he’s applying to my breasts.
At this rate he won’t even need to fuck me.
My body is so primed for his, so eager. My legs fall open of their own accord, and Remus pulls back farther than before, far enough that I feel the blunted tip of his cock press against the outside of my pussy. Slowly he enters my body, and I can’t suppress my groan.
Remus is so big, bigger than any of the sex-bots I’ve demonstrated over the last three years.
He’s stretching me open and filling me up, forcing my back to arch and thrusting my nipples against the solid muscle of his chest, abrading the overly sensitised buds until I’m fairly screaming with the ecstasy of it all.
True to my command, he goes slow, makes love to me.
Thrusts into me with a languid rolling motion of his hips that near drives me crazy with wanting.
Especially when he nuzzles the base of my throat and licks and nips at me, tormenting my erogenous zones with a precise gentleness that makes me weep.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
It feels so good.
I feel so lost.
And then he’s whispering in my ear again, careful not to be seen by our observers. “Come for me, baby. Cry for me. Let me see you lose control.”
He releases my wrists and lowers himself onto his forearms, pressing down on my body.
In a flurry of desperation, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.
I hold him as close as I can while he continues tormenting me with his slow thrusts and gentle caresses. And yes, I let the tears come.
I let them flood down my cheeks and release all the fear and hate and frustration, the longing and the loneliness.
Three years’ worth of sadness spills from my eyes until laughter bubbles up from within me and chases those tears away, replacing them with fresh tears. Tears of happiness. Tears of joy.
“That’s my girl,” Remus whispers, then thrusts harder, deeper, pushes himself up on his strong arms and takes me. Fucks me with his powerful hips until I’m screaming my second release.
As soon as my body stops shuddering through my orgasm, Remus withdraws and sits on the end of the bed, his cock still hard and glistening with my come, his hands resting on his thighs.
Right. He’s a sex-bot. I’d almost forgotten.
Grabbing my lab coat, I quickly cover myself again before standing up and facing the group in the observation room. Most of the men have hard-ons. One of the women asks if she can bum a cigarette.
Mr Thorne, the fat pig, stares at me for a long moment in absolute silence, then says, “Fine. I won’t toss it in the incinerator. But I want a full diagnostic report on my desk first thing Monday morning.” Then he turns on his heel and leaves the room.
I let out a sigh of relief as the panel slowly slides down, hiding the observation window. Remus groans as if in pain, then flops back on the bed.
I rush to his side. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t move, just stares at the ceiling. “Need to come. Balls ready to explode.”
Smirking at his robot voice, I lower myself to my knees in front of him and take his rock-hard cock in my hands. “Lucky for you the doctor is in.” Leaning forwards, I take Remus in my mouth, tasting the sweet and salty combination of his pre-come mixed with my arousal still slick on his skin.
“Baby,” he moans, his hands coming up to cup the back of my head and fist in my hair, guiding me where he wants me.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he was ready to explode. I’m just getting into my groove when his thighs stiffen beneath me and his hips thrust up, forcing more of his cock down my throat as he comes with a masculine grunt, followed by a long, heavy sigh.
When I pull back, he sits up and smiles down at me, kneeling between his thighs. He strokes my cheek, those strong, gentle fingers smelling faintly like my pussy. “Did you swallow every drop?”
I nod and he reaches for me, pulls me into his lap. “Fuck, baby. Such a good girl.” Then he kisses me long and deep, his tongue sweeping through my mouth like a hurricane of need.
I’m breathing hard when he pulls back, and my head swims with renewed arousal, but we have more pressing issues to take care of first. “So, how are we getting out of here?”
Remus looks around my room, then lifts one brow. “I don’t suppose you have any explosives lying around?”
I nibble his earlobe. “Nope, sorry. Fresh out.” Then I wink at him. “But I do have everything we need to make some.”
Remus grins and squeezes my arse. “Jesus, Jenna. I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you, but you really are my kind of woman,” he says, then reaches for his undershirt. “Let’s burn this shithole to the ground.”