by Roxy Mews
“You wanted information,” Paisley reminded him, but it was getting harder to form words as she heard the door lock.
“Yes, but I didn’t have to take you back to my room for that.” Jon’s hands squeezed and he pulled her tight against a very distinct erection. “I knew I could make you feel good right where we were, but there was something about you that made me bring you back to our room. The way you held me with your hands and dug the very edges of each nail into my skin made me want to hold tighter too.”
Paisley reached behind her and tried to get a handle on where Ben was. Her hand went a little lower than intended, and she realized there was a very good reason he wasn’t up against her. He’d been taking his clothes off.
When her hand landed on his dick, she wrapped around it without even thinking, and he pressed forward to make sure she didn’t let go. The warmth of his bare skin was seeping through her clothes.
With hardness pressing against her on either side, Paisley felt everything in her soften. She hadn’t allowed herself to be soft in so long. Being with these two let her relax.
Ben flexed and throbbed in her hand. “Are you wet for us, Paisley?” he whispered into her ear.
“You know she is,” Jon said.
He released the sides of her hips and he used those magical mechanical fingers to undo every snap, zipper and button she had on. He didn’t make any moves to remove her clothes, and Paisley sure wasn’t going to let go of the hot handful behind her.
“How about you take off my clothes and make sure?” she prompted.
Ben’s breath touched her ear as he said, “In a minute.”
Paisley felt Ben’s hands wrap around her. One arm crossed over her belly and his fingers dipped just inside the elastic waist of her underwear. The other arm pressed against her collarbone and bent her backward to accommodate her hand on his shaft. She held on as Ben fucked her fist in short slow strokes. She felt the little bit of precome leak onto her fingers and she clenched, wishing she could see it.
She began to turn until she noticed what Jon was doing in front of her. He pulled his shirt over his head and watched her reaction as he began to unbutton his pants.
Paisley didn’t know where to look. Every time she snuck a glance to see how much progress he’d made in getting those damn pants opened, she’d glance back up to see what Jon was looking at. It was always her. He was watching her expression. He smiled a little more each time she looked down again.
“You’re a tease.” She whimpered as Ben began to thrust in longer strokes into her hand. He went just a touch farther below her waistband, but stayed to the side of her hips.
Paisley wiggled as much as she was able, but she wasn’t even getting a nipple tweak out of this.
“We enjoy playing with you, Paisley,” Ben said into her ear. “I wish we could give you more than just a night.”
“Don’t,” she whispered. She didn’t want them to break a promise right now. She wanted honesty, but if the honesty was going to be painful, she could wait to hear it.
Jon finally dropped his pants. He began to stroke himself through a pair of snug boxer briefs.
“You’re stunning, Paisley. Your body is made for us to touch and please, but your strength is so much more than physical. You were beautiful today.”
She started to pull away, but then Jon dropped the underwear. “We didn’t expect to see you in those offices,” he said.
“I was the only one that could get in there. Besides you two, it seems.”
Jon strode up with the confidence of a man wearing a three-piece suit. He wore his sex appeal like another piece of clothing. He slid the tips of his fingers around her in soft intricate patterns. The tiny sliver of skin Ben had worked free between her pants and her shirt erupted in goosebumps as he trailed his light touch across her belly.
“You said you want this to mean something.”
Paisley didn’t want to think about her feelings. She couldn’t go there if they were leaving. She was just getting used to wanting to have them again.
Jon looked at her. She knew she should probably say something, but she was fried. The day had taken her nerves and roasted them. A hint of chocolate from the cake was still on her breath as she exhaled, and she sucked the air back in, but it wasn’t enough to say what she needed to.
“What would it mean if you have sex with me, Paisley?” Jon pressed. He didn’t make a move to touch any new skin. Feather-light pressure back and forth made her burn, but he didn’t take it further.
“I want it to mean more than sex.”
“Even if I’m a robot?”
“You’re Jon.” It was important that he realize she knew better than to label people by where they started in life. Her life hadn’t really started until she walked away from the old one. She’d begun her existence less than a decade ago. It shouldn’t matter if he was born or made. Everyone grew. Paisley grew more since she’d realized what Coral had with Quinn. She’d grown up enough to realize people could change. She certainly had.
“I want you to see more of me than my body.”
“I already do.”
Thinking Jon was leaning in for a kiss, Paisley closed her eyes. But the pucker of her lips wasn’t where he was headed.
Her pants were thrust down her legs. Her underwear went along for the ride to her ankles. Jon’s hands gripped her shins and slowly worked upward. Ben stopped thrusting behind her and let go of her long enough to move her own hands across her stomach. He hugged her tight.
“You risked everything to get in that building and help so many people. It was an honor to be with you and help them too.” Ben kissed her ear.
Jon’s hands stopped rising as he made it to the tops of her thighs. His thumbs were just a breath away from sinking inside her and stroking her in all the right places.
“Jon was programmed as a pleasure bot. When he needs to talk, he can relax better with sex. He needs the physical connection.” Ben grabbed her hands and put them in Jon’s hair. “But when it comes to emotions, he’s still working on expressing himself without this.”
Her hands were spread flat against Jon’s skull beneath Ben’s palms. She felt him move her hands into place, and a few small bumps were under her fingers and Ben helped her press them flat. He’d shown her how to help Jon connect.
Jon looked up at her and it was more intimate than any sexual connection. She was stripped bare just inches from his mouth. His beard tickled the inside of her legs, but that wasn’t why her knees were shaking.
She kept her hands in his hair even when Ben released her and held her up when she wasn’t sure she could hold herself steady.
Jon closed his eyes for a moment to show her how much he enjoyed her touching him like this. How much he enjoyed her knowing his secrets. “I asked Ben to show you how to help me because I care about you, Paisley.”
Paisley felt his breath across her naked pussy. It was the sweetest confession, because they had to be connected like this for him to show how he felt. Paisley had used sex to gain distance from her emotions. She had to open up where she’d taught herself how to shut down. Her heart opened with a rush. She understood needing touch like Jon. She understood desperately needing the companionship like Ben. Her heart ached wishing she could connect the two of them going forward.
“Sometimes it hurts to care about someone,” she said. “And sometimes it scares me to feel like this but…”
Jon started to move his hands down, so she rushed to get the rest of her sentence out.
“But, it’s worth it…when I’m with you.”
“Paisley,” Jon began, “after tonight…”
“After tonight, we’ll talk about tomorrow.” Because it hurt too much to think this was goodbye.
Paisley knew Jon wanted to talk more, but she couldn’t give it to him yet. It was going to take her time to open up to someone co
mpletely again, and Ben had already made it clear that they didn’t have time. They had tonight. As much as it was going to kill her tomorrow, she was going to love them tonight. She just couldn’t say it out loud.
“Touch her, Jon,” Ben prompted.
He released her arms and pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra was gone before she could refocus her eyes, and her nipples peaked even with the perfect temperature inside their room.
Jon looked like he was in pain, but Paisley was pretty sure the ache inside her pussy would outrank everything these guys were going through.
Jon’s hands finally hit the motherland. Paisley’s head fell backward onto Ben’s shoulder. He held her up as Jon spread her knees. She shook before she lost all balance and let Ben hold her up entirely.
Jon’s mouth encased her clit. He sucked her hard and flicked his tongue against the distended ball of nerves. He changed up the rhythm. If his tongue would have kept a steady beat for even a fraction of a second longer, she would have had an orgasm.
Ben kept one hand under her breasts, locking her into place while he worked the other hand south. He pulled her leg open more and pushed at the top of her thigh until it started to burn just a bit at the pressure. The feeling of being pushed to her limits drove her higher.
Ben reached underneath her to adjust her position, leaving his hand on her ass. He squeezed the soft skin there, digging his fingers into her flesh and pulling her cheeks apart as he did.
Paisley was suddenly aware of two very empty holes in her body. Jon’s tongue began to keep a steady rhythm then, but it was too late—her body knew she was empty and needed more from them.
As if he read her mind, Jon’s finger began to tease her opening. She pressed against the digit, but Ben moved her back to how he wanted her and started nipping the skin between her neck and shoulder. He lifted her up onto her tiptoes by the bit of flesh between his teeth, and Jon made her want to press down against his finger to finally get at least a part of him inside her where he belonged.
Then without warning it all stopped. Paisley wavered for a second before Jon stood and swooped her into his arms. Ben pulled off her shoes. Pants and underwear followed in a split second. He tossed them to all corners around the room.
With his hand cupping her jaw, Ben turned her face to kiss him. Instead of grabbing her hair or neck, he slipped his hands and forearms just underneath her shoulder blades, like a couple of planks. Paisley felt the gears in his body ripple underneath the skin. Then he stepped back and pulled her upper body out of Jon’s arms, twisting her until she had no choice but to loop her legs around Jon’s neck or fall.
Jon’s hands pulled her hips toward his mouth and his tongue dove into her pussy. He licked and swirled with his tongue while his finger dipped deeper inside. He held her up with a single hand.
Paisley wasn’t the slimmest gal on the block, but even with a few extra pieces of chocolate cake, these men had mechanical upgrades that made her healthy hips anything but an issue. They feasted on her body, standing naked in the luxury wing of the palace.
Paisley felt like she was floating. She grabbed hold of Ben’s neck and pulled him closer to her. She mewled around his tongue as Jon moved his finger out of her pussy and began to press against her ass. Her legs shook as that ring of muscle began to give way and instead of pushing to get in, he pulled back just a bit and let her body tug on his digit.
They walked her to the bed. Jon knelt at the corner and let her legs fall to either side of his shoulders. Paisley was spread wide to accommodate him so close to her. She wanted to make sure the man had room to keep working his magic.
Ben gave her one last kiss, pulling her lip into his mouth as he laid her on the bed.
“Now. Kiss me here.” Ben climbed on the bed and straddled her chest.
Paisley reached for his cock with her lips and Ben pulled her up and placed a couple pillows behind her neck. He tilted his hips and began to feed her his cock one slow inch at a time.
As he pushed into her mouth, Jon pulled back from between her legs. Paisley’s cries of frustration turned to moans as Jon began to press his cock into her pussy. Ben turned to look behind him.
“Turn it on. Her moans feel great.”
“You better not come yet.”
“Even if I do, I’ll be hard again in a minute.”
Ben leaned forward to put a hand on the mattress behind Paisley’s head. She looked up and his muscles clenched and flexed as he thrust into her. With the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up, he pulled her hair from around her mouth and tucked it gently behind her ear.
“Do you like having these two cocks inside you?”
Paisley said yes as much as she could with her mouth so full. Then Jon flipped some kind of switch. Deep vibrations radiated through her pussy. Then came the swirling motion and his cock tilted until it found the perfect angle. He moved in and out of her with precision, letting that pleasure beast he called a cock do its work.
Paisley’s arms were trapped by Ben’s legs but she grabbed the comforter beneath her. She had to dig her nails into something. She gasped and Ben pushed to the back of her throat. The deep ridge along the length of his cock slid over her tongue and kept her awareness there just enough to hold back the orgasm.
She pleaded with her eyes for Ben to let up just a bit, or for Jon to pound just a little harder—either would have let her have the climax to end all climaxes. But neither heard her silent plea. Either that or they flat out ignored it.
Ben cupped one hand to her face. His gentle touch was such a contrast to the thrust of his hard cock in her mouth.
“How can we let you go, Paisley?”
She couldn’t answer, and when he finally did pull back, he didn’t give her time to think about what those words meant. Leaning back, he let Paisley get in a single deep breath only to steal it from her again as he told her, “Come hard for us, Paisley.”
Ben gripped her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and began to steadily increase the pressure, as Jon lost his gentle thrust and grabbed Paisley’s hips to pound her harder.
She did exactly as she was told. The room erupted in white pleasure. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. The waves of orgasm had every part of her body clenching, and made her even more aware of how hard Jon was for her.
“I thought we agreed I’d be able to get inside that sweet pussy tonight, Jon.”
Still orgasming.
“The way she’s clamping down on me, it doesn’t want to let me go. I’m not arguing with her pussy.”
Jon clicked off the vibration, but his spinners kept rolling inside her, no matter how hard her body clamped down.
Ben released her nipples and climbed off the bed. The deep breath she sucked in as the blood flow returned to her abused nipples sent another wave of pleasure rolling across her.
Jon leaned forward and began to lick around each distended nipple until the skin surrounding it puckered and dimpled under the warmth of his tongue.
“Where’d Ben go?” she asked as she ran her fingers into his hair. He didn’t seem like he needed her to touch his head anymore, but she was going to make sure nothing stopped what they were doing. The beard tickled her belly every time she sucked in a breath.
Jon stopped licking her nipples and walked his hands up to her shoulders. He stopped thrusting, but let his cock keep spinning inside her. The heat began to build again.
“Paisley, it’s not just tonight for me.”
Then he kissed her. It wasn’t the hard and rough punishing kisses he’d given her last. She didn’t bite his lips this time. The hard grip of her hands softened, and so did everything around her. Paisley let herself melt under the gentle tug of his mouth against hers, and when their tongues touched, it wasn’t a mechanical upgrade that had her feeling sparks racing down her body. It was just him. It was this closeness.
Paisley felt a tear trickle down the side of her face. She didn’t want to open her eyes, but Jon pulled away, and she knew she’d have to explain why she was crying.
Her body wasn’t used to all this tenderness, and her heart wasn’t used to the emotion. It felt so good and so painful all at the same time. Everything was too much and her heart didn’t know how to handle it.
Paisley opened her eyes and both men were standing before her. Ben had a bottle of lube in his hand and was stroking the gel all over Jon’s cock.
“You were so tight, Paisley. We’re going to make sure you’re ready for Jon.”
She couldn’t take her eyes off the large hand stroking up and down Jon’s heavy cock. It pulsed bigger as she watched.
Then Jon pushed Ben’s hand away. “Hand me the lube and lay on the bed. I can’t wait any longer.”
Ben looked at his lubed up hand and smiled at Paisley. “Wouldn’t want this to go to waste. Turn over, sweetheart.”
Paisley did her best to put her legs underneath her with some form of sexy grace, but gave up. She was weak from the orgasm she’d already had, and her body was trembling remembering how hard she’d come between these two last time.
Just a couple slips and Paisley was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. She stared at the headboard, waiting for whatever they wanted to do to her. The warm hand touched the small of her back and Paisley arched like a cat. Her hips pointed to the ceiling and she wiggled back and forth in anticipation. When Ben’s lubed-up fingers touched her ass and pressed forward, her head dropped to her folded arms on the mattress and she gratefully let the sensation take over.
He rimmed her tight hole with a knuckle, letting the pressure ignite her nerve endings and slick up her ass to prepare her for what was coming next.
Paisley pressed back against him, but they didn’t keep her waiting this time. Ben’s cock met her more than halfway and began to work its way inside her pussy, just as he extended his finger and began to press against her ass.
Paisley pushed back more and went from empty to full in seconds. She turned her head to try and get air into her lungs and saw Jon next to the bed watching. His hand stroked his cock, and his eyes were near closed as he watched the scene on the bed with pleasure.
