by Roxy Mews
“I enjoyed you coming for us like this,” Jon told her.
“I had a pretty damn good time doing it too, but I think we’d do better in another position. I don’t know how many more orgasms I have in me, but I’m willing to keep trying as long as you two are.”
Ben gave her five fast thrusts. “We’re just starting.”
With one hand on her ass, Ben pulled her to him, but rather than throwing her up against a wall like she thought he might, he pulled from inside her. It was good he’d told her they weren’t done. He walked her toward the couch and leaned her forward. She arched her back as his fingers traveled the same path as Jon’s had. He lifted from her skin just as he made it to the crack of her ass. Then his hands were gone.
She turned around to see where he went, and realized Jon hadn’t moved. Ben’s hands went to Jon’s hair. He looked like he was massaging the man’s scalp from behind. Jon turned and triple blinked, but the other man’s hands stayed in his scalp. Ben stepped closer until their foreheads touched and Paisley couldn’t help but hold her breath as he whispered something to Jon.
Paisley started to get up. If Jon didn’t want to keep going, she wasn’t going to force things. “If you want me to leave, I can.”
She said the words quietly, but both men turned to her with fire in their eyes.
“No,” Jon said. He blinked again and moved toward Paisley and out from under Ben’s tender touch. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to fuck you.”
“Does it bother you if we touch each other as well as you?” Ben asked. “I didn’t think you’d be that small minded.”
Paisley stood tall. Jon was close enough that his cock was touching her thigh and it was hard to form words, but she had to. “You looked like you wanted a moment together. It looked…loving. That kind of connection is special. I respect that.”
Jon gripped her shoulders and moved her to sit on the couch. He spread her legs and knelt between them. Ben got behind her and reached down to press her shoulders against the backrest.
Jon zeroed in on her exposed pussy. She was swollen from Ben’s cock, and having him see her freshly fucked made her squirm. They held her tight.
“Jon has some robotic programming that responds poorly when he starts to have feelings for someone he has sex with.”
“What does that mean?” Paisley looked up at Ben, and Jon took her distraction to lean in. His tongue began to lap around her sensitive folds. Each lick had her able to form fewer and fewer words. They needed to have any conversation quickly before she resorted to humping his face.
“It means…” Ben moved his hands from her shoulders and pressed forward until he could roll her nipples between his fingers. “Jon has a few quirks. In order to make love with someone he cares about, he needs someone to override the programming. It was a failsafe in case he developed feelings for a target.” Ben began to nibble on her ear. “He needs me to help him when he cares for someone.”
“But you’re not lovers?”
“We don’t have sex without a woman between us, but beyond that…it’s complicated.” Ben’s tongue went down her neck and he bit down on her shoulder. “We help each other relieve tension at times. I had to help Jon relieve the hard-on he had for you before his interview with Coral. The poor man was aching at the feel of you against him.”
“You were who he was with at the DMA?”
When Jon had been tucking in his shirt…
“It’s the only time his underwear wasn’t on him. And we definitely remember talking about your pussy as he orgasmed in my hand.”
The brief sting of pain from Ben’s bite was the only way she was able to form a single intelligent word. Jon’s fingers began to swirl inside of her as he thrust, and his lips kissed her clit while he sucked the bundle of nerves inside his mouth to flick his tongue against her.
“Jon was going to have sex without you before.”
“He couldn’t do it anymore. There’s something about you, Paisley. You’re enticing, you’re bold…”
That was when Paisley reached behind her and grabbed Ben’s cock. He stood as she pulled him toward her mouth. She stroked a moment, feeling her own juices slide against his skin, and she tasted her own tang on her lips as she made sure he couldn’t think anymore either.
He was going to say something about feeling more for her than sex. She wasn’t ready for that. She couldn’t handle sex that meant more than pleasure. She wouldn’t let any man take that power away from her.
Ben’s hand went to her hair. “That feels incredible. Tighten your lips around me.”
She did as he asked, and smiled at the ability to stop him mid-sentence.
Ben was right—he was bigger than Jon. His cock might not have all the upgrades, but the feel of the ridge on his cockhead pressing against the roof of her mouth was fantastic. She couldn’t even take all of him. She braced her fist around his girth and stroked him as she sucked him to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him and his grip on her nipples intensified.
Jon kicked his tongue into high gear and she moaned against the hot skin in her mouth. Ben grunted behind her and thrust harder against her palm and between her lips.
Jon’s fingers matched the speed of his tongue and Paisley went flying again. She pulled Ben from her mouth, because Jon didn’t stop when she came this time. She didn’t want to hurt Ben as she cried out.
“I’m coming. Oh, hell.” Paisley tried to pull from his assault as he didn’t allow her the slow descent she was used to from her previous lovers. With her body responding in ways she hadn’t experienced before, she was waffling between pushing him away at the intensity of the sensation or digging her nails in to hang on for the ride.
Ben went around to the other side and sat down beside her. She was struggling to move away, but Jon had her pinned and the pleasure was getting to be too much. She was climbing too high.
“He’s going to help you fly. You don’t need downtime. You can come for us again. We want you wet for us.” Ben began to reach for her nipples and she slapped his hand away.
“I can’t handle any more.”
“You can.”
And then Ben was straddling her. He held her hands behind her head, and began to slide against her chest. His legs brushed against the nipples she’d begged him not to touch. His cock was hot and heavy against her skin.
“Oh fuck. I don’t know if I can take it. Please.” Paisley wasn’t sure what she was begging for, but boy did they give it to her.
They made her explode. Her orgasms were something she had on her own. They gave her this one. And she was shaking as she tried to suck in enough oxygen. Her body shook as they finally slowed their pace. Jon stopped holding her in place and began to stroke the thighs he’d held so tightly. He pulled his fingers from her and blew warm air over her wet flesh.
“You’re glistening for us. It’s beautiful.” Jon spread her legs farther, and looked up at her again with his impossibly wide eyes. “I’ve never enjoyed a woman’s orgasm more.”
Paisley couldn’t think of anything to say. Jon was a pleasure bot, but something about the way he spoke, with his eyes wide, and his voice soft…he might be telling the truth.
Ben picked her up and carried her to the bed. She realized her heels were still on her feet.
He saw her looking at her shoes. “I like them on. And Jon likes taking them off. Give us another moment with the shoes and I promise we will make it worth your while.”
His lips closed over hers as he lay on the bed. A fast roll and she was straddling him. Her pussy was on his stomach and she lifted up to put him where she needed him most. He let her take the lead as she sank down on his cock. On her knees she lifted up just the right amount to press him against her g-spot. She felt everything fade away as he filled her up again. Jon stood beside them and watched.
She reached for him. She wanted him
there. His ocular gears spun and he stroked himself with them both in view.
She leaned forward and licked Ben’s nipple to get his attention. “Does he need another reboot?”
Ben looked to his partner. “No, he’s just a voyeuristic perv.”
Jon didn’t respond to the bait. “You’re beautiful together.”
It took everything Paisley had to get off the very perfect cock inside her, but she wanted Jon with them. “We’ll be stunning when we’re all together.”
She placed her hand over Jon’s and the two of them stroked his cock.
“I want you more than I should,” he whispered to her.
“I want you more than I should too.” She forced her fingers between his so she could touch his skin. Seeing this hard robotic being stunned at her body had her humbled beyond words. Taking him inside, welcoming him into her softness when he didn’t have enough of his own…she wanted it more than anything.
She pressed him to the bed and as he sat down she climbed on his lap. He sank inside her, and Ben sat behind him and massaged his scalp. Ben leaned the other man back and smiled when Jon’s hands latched on to her hips.
“He wants you so much.” Ben released Jon and moved behind her. “He’s in awe of you.”
Paisley reached behind her and grabbed on to Ben’s shoulders. Pulling him close, Ben’s wet cock was snug against her back. As she pulled off Jon, she felt Ben’s cock slide against the crack of her ass. When she slammed back down, it sent Ben sliding up her back and Jon throbbed inside her.
Slick skin was writhing all around her, but before her body could take over, Jon pulled her forward.
“This means something more, Paisley,” Jon was pleading with her. “Don’t look away from me. Please look into my eyes as you come again.”
She didn’t have time to argue or deflect, as Jon turned on his internal motor and spun inside her he held her against him, and she might have been able to fight, but Ben popped the top off a bottle of lube.
“Oh.” Her little mewl left her mouth open as she felt Ben’s fingers penetrate her ass. The sensations swamped her body and she gave Jon just what he asked for and came for him.
His eyes open, she saw it again. This wasn’t just a machine. She could see him inside all of the gears. The tenderness had her holding on for dear life as she realized she felt something for him.
Ben’s fingers pulled gently from her and she didn’t think about anything else as he lifted her off Jon. Ben lay flat on the bed and pulled her on top of him, propping up her hips as he sank inside her.
“Are you still with us?” he asked.
She didn’t trust herself to talk. Paisley nodded and let the slow drag of his cock penetrate her. She wanted exactly what they were about to give her. And it scared her that it was more than pleasure. She wanted to give Jon something he hadn’t had before. She wanted to show him compassion, and she wanted to show him that she was more than the other women who had used him. She wasn’t using him.
She cared about him.
Jon’s cock pressed against her ass, and she gave herself over to her body.
“Make me come again,” she begged them. She didn’t care that she begged.
“Our pleasure, but you’re going to stay here with us when you do. We want to share it with you.” Ben brushed her hair out of her face and held her up as Jon slowly slid inside her inch by inch. Short strokes turned longer, and the fullness increased. “I can feel him inside you. We can feel each other as we share you. When you clamp down on us, you’re going to shatter us both.”
Jon seated his hips against her ass and leaned over her back. Ben held her head with one hand and Jon’s with the other as both men began to slide inside of her. They alternated. In and out. Out and in. She felt her body relax as she got used to the sensation, and they took full advantage of her languid limbs. They began to pound inside of her. Harder and harder.
She couldn’t hold on. Her hands shook as she let it all go. Her body clamped down on Jon and Ben and she felt them both harden to impossible lengths inside of her. They followed her over the edge with shouts of pleasure before they collapsed and fell to the side.
Ben brushed her hair from her face. “Stay here with us, Paisley.”
“I don’t think I can move.” She laughed, but Ben didn’t look like he got the joke.
“We want you to stay because you want to be with us tonight.”
Jon kissed her shoulder as Ben kissed her lips.
She noticed Ben’s eyes were mechanics too, and said the only thing she could. “Okay.”
Chapter Thirteen
Paisley rubbed her eyes at the sun that was shining in the window. Her bed seemed to be facing the wrong way.
She went to sit up but realized she was pinned down by a big arm.
Oh yeah. She’d had a threesome with Mr. Hottie and Robohippie. However, only Mr. Hottie was in bed with her at the moment.
Jon walked into the room with his beard and his hair both beautifully tousled. Paisley wanted to mess it up some more.
He must have had similar thoughts because he looked like he could see through the sheet over her.
“Your phone was ringing,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind me breaking into your room.”
Jon handed over her cell phone he must have heard while she and Ben were still passed out. At least she’d left it on the charger when she went to the bar last night. Opening her eyes and allowing the screen to come into focus, Paisley noticed two things.
First, she was an hour late for work. That was a great way to endear herself to her boss.
Second, she’d missed ten calls from Coral.
Before she listened to the voice mails, Paisley dialed her friend.
“I’m sorry. I overslept. I’ll be in there in less than an hour. I can make it fifteen minutes if you don’t make me do the suit thing.”
“I told the magistrate that you were doing a research project for me.”
“I owe you one, Coral. Thanks.” Paisley worked her way out from underneath Ben’s arm.
“Just tell me about Jon’s upgrades. I am very interested to review that data.”
After a few grunts, Ben got up and gave her a kiss on top of her knotted hair. He went out into the main rooms of the suite completely naked.
Paisley couldn’t make the smile on her face disappear.
“Isn’t it in the file you’re reviewing? His CoH application is filled with all the specifics of his mechanics, right?”
“I’d prefer to hear your descriptions. I find your data much more to my liking than the way it is described by the government.”
Paisley promised to give Coral a full report over lunch before hanging up.
As she cat-stretched and looked around, she realized the suite was exactly the mirror of her own. At first, Paisley walked toward the living room instead of the kitchen, because she was still wrapping her brain around where she was. Eventually she was able to follow the smell of coffee and make it toward the caffeine.
She was still naked aside from some smeared makeup. Ben and Jon had donned the robes the hotel provided.
Jon handed her a cup of coffee with a wispy curtain of steam rolling off it.
After just one sip, Paisley grimaced and handed it back. “It’s not hot enough. Do you have a microwave in here?”
“I cooled it to the optimal human temperature.” Poor Jon looked really confused.
“Well, it’s not the optimal Paisley temperature.”
Jon grabbed the mug and stuck his finger in it. A few bubbles began to form around the surface of the coffee. He handed it back to her.
“Try it now.”
Paisley took a sip of his fingered coffee and it was perfect. So hot it was just below the point where she would do damage to her taste buds. She made various noises of appreciation, because she did
n’t really want to take the cup away from her mouth. She wasn’t hung over, but if it was possible to have a sex hangover, she had one.
Ben gaped at her. “Are you sure you don’t have some mechanical elements? That’s hot enough to burn a mere mortal.”
Paisley ignored them, and stood naked and drinking coffee until she had half the mug down. Then she could hold a conversation.
“I need to get back into my room. Do you know where my clothes and purse went?”
Jon walked away to get her things, and Ben stayed with her, watching her drink coffee naked.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
Paisley raised up the coffee mug. She was always one to warm up from the inside out. The tile floor was chilly against her feet, but the coffee made it tolerable.
Jon returned with her clothes. Each item was neatly folded and surprisingly wrinkle free.
“He cleaned them after we went to bed,” Ben supplied. “He does that.”
“I hate to put them back on if they’re clean. I can grab a shower and put them back on and be all ready for work.” Paisley eyed the clothes and tried to figure out how to hold them and not put down her coffee.
“You could always shower with us and get dressed here.”
By the pitch of Jon’s robe, she could tell he thought this was a great idea.
Paisley drank more coffee to prevent her frown from showing on her face. She’d stayed the night with various lovers over the years, but only if the sex was going on well past sunup. She’d also had shower sex before, but this was different.
“Nah. I need to do some girl things.”
“You shouldn’t douche, if that’s what you’re talking about,” Jon started. “It throws off the pH of the vagina.”
Ben smacked him on the back of the head. “Women say they need to do girl things when they are trying to leave an awkward situation without hurting the man’s feelings. Isn’t that right, Paisley?”
Paisley put the coffee down. So much for trying to save face. She grabbed the clothes from Jon, pulled the keycard for her room out of her purse and started for the door.
