Interlocking Hearts (9 page)

They were on opposite sides of the elevator. She thought about moving over and continuing their kiss, if you could call something like that as innocent as a kiss, but she couldn’t move under his gaze. He kept scanning her body. His eyes moved up and down and a rush of heat radiated out from her skin wherever he looked.

Her pulse increased, and she felt every inch below her waistband throb faster with each pass.

The elevator stopped at three different floors before they finally got to the top. People got on. People got off. Paisley’s body kept being assaulted by this man’s gaze. A couple of the people looked between them or said hello, but Paisley didn’t respond. She could barely breathe by the time the doors finally opened at the top floor of the hotel.

She couldn’t move. Her afternoon delight had to do it for her. He released the bar he had been resting against and pushed off toward her. His stride was confident and sure. Paisley had seen men who thought they were gods in bed before. She’d had men brag about how she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, and those men were the ones who usually lost control the second they felt her swallow them to the back of her throat.

Somehow she was pretty sure a robot wouldn’t lie about sex. If this humanoid said he could pleasure any woman to the point of ecstasy…shit. Paisley wanted to see his version of heaven.

He hit the
door open
button on the elevator to keep them from closing and then did something electrical with his fingers. A vibration went through the whole elevator.

“What was that?”

“I just made sure no one else could move the elevator for a few minutes.” He gripped her shoulders, but he didn’t pull her in for a kiss.

“But someone could still come in,” Paisley said.

“Then let’s give them a show worth watching.”

Paisley felt the room spin as he flipped her around. Her hands pressed flat against the wall as he pushed her up against it.

He pulled her hair to the side and kissed her neck. The kisses turned to nibbles and full on teeth scraping across her skin. Paisley watched her breath fog up the metallic surface across the side of the elevator.

His beard pulled on the hairs at the nape of her neck and did the most fantastic scratchy things to her skin.

She was so lost in what he was doing with his mouth that it took a minute to realize he had opened her blazer and unbuttoned her shirt. That was skill. Then his mouth left her skin to rapidly cool but it was nothing compared to the feel of the cold metal as he thrust his hips against hers and forced her chest and stomach against the wall.

Paisley gasped as her thin bra was no match for her nipples. She was almost worried she’d scratch the surface of the metal with them.

He pulled the fabric of her top down her shoulders, but before she could wiggle out, he spun and pinned her again. Her arms were trapped by the fabric with the way he pushed her shoulders back.

Through the haze of sex, she realized the door was still open and due to his magic fingers wouldn’t be closing anytime soon. This bot had a thing for public nookie. But it seemed she was the only one getting naked.

“I thought we were going back to your room.” She managed to pant out as he sucked in a harsh breath again.

“In a minute. I’m having too much fun with you here.”

Paisley’s pulse skyrocketed. She didn’t have time to seduce him and take her pleasure like she usually did. This guy was giving her better than she had ever taken for herself. She loved it. This wasn’t a bad idea at all. Ben McHotPants, who? Robohippie was the masturbatory fodder of the future.

“I’m the only one that’s had the fun so far. Care to show me what kind of fun I get to have once we make it to your room?”

She was hoping for another good look at the vibrating cock but instead he took her breath away with another kiss. With her arms still trapped, she couldn’t even reach for him. She was trying to wiggle out when she heard the rip.

Her bra wasn’t one that opened in the front, but that didn’t stop Robohippie. He tore through the fabric and wire with just a snap of his fingers. He pulled the cups away and shoved them down her shoulders to join her blazer and blouse. As soon as she was even more tightly restrained, his hands found her breasts and she didn’t have the will power to try and speak. She’d have to ignore the pinch of his fingers as he rolled her tightly budded nipples between them. She’d have to ignore the thrust of his hips, and she’d have to ignore the vibrations that began as he rubbed in harsh slow circles against her.

She was panting and throbbing and almost to the edge again when he pulled from her so suddenly that she stumbled forward.

She was about to ask him why the fuck he stopped, but before the first cuss word was forced through her airways, he was on his knees in front of her. He pulled the tear at the bottom of her skirt until the slit became anything but decent and spun the fabric. He parted the sides like a curtain and then shoved her panties to her ankles. She couldn’t walk her legs apart as he pressed her knees open. All she could do was slide down the wall until she was almost sitting to open herself up in front of him.

She was soaking wet. This was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to her, be it with one man or two. It only took two fingers and the fastest tongue on the planet, and Paisley cried out her release to echo around the tiny space they were holding hostage.

Her legs started to shake as he pulled his fingers from her. She tried to lift her leg to free it from the underwear. Before she made an inch of progress, he pulled her up into his arms. One hand held her hips and one pulled the clothes from her top.

As soon as her arms were free, she wrapped them around his neck. He dropped her clothes somewhere in the hallway. She needed a new suit anyway.

A quick zap of his fingers and they walked into his room. He put her on her feet and let the door slam shut behind him.

Paisley kicked off her heels. Stepped out of her underwear and unbuttoned the waistband of what remained of her skirt. She wasn’t the thinnest, wasn’t the curviest, but she knew how to sway her hips and curl her lips to make the men drool.

Normally her seductive stalk had the men panting and trying to see every inch of her. Maybe his confidence came from being a robot, or because he had already seen every inch of her oiled up—wherever it came from, he had some serious swagger.

A quick whir of motion and he stripped out of his clothes faster than Paisley had ever thought possible. His cock lay long and thick against his leg. Paisley licked her lips and dropped to her knees.

She didn’t know what parts of his skin transplant had all the nerves necessary, but as he pulsed and grew harder under her grip, she figured he had enough to enjoy some head.

Paisley leaned in and started to lick him like a lollipop. He wound a hand in her hair and moved her faster. He set the pace he wanted, and although she didn’t have a robotic tongue like his, she did her best to keep up soft wet licks anytime she had enough space in her mouth.

She tried to reach up to grab his balls, but he didn’t appear to have any. That little surprise stalled her progress enough that he was able to pull her up and throw her on the couch.

She bounced on impact and tried to sit up. Once again, he used his strength to keep her right where he wanted her. With one hand on her shoulder to keep her flat, his other hand gripped her ankle and pulled it up and away from her body.

He stared at her center and Paisley felt her pussy grab at the air, begging for him to fill her up. All he gave her was his tongue.

“Please. I really want that cock inside me.”

His head came up, but he kept her pinned in place. “You’re desperate for cock from someone when you don’t even know their name. Maybe I want to know more about you before I give you any more orgasms.”

She looked down at her body spread before him. “I think you know quite a lot about me.”

He stalled. His body seemed to lock down as he asked, “Have you ever been with a piece of mechanics for sexual pleasure before?”

She wasn’t sure if the vibrator app on her phone counted, but she hoped to hell this guy wasn’t going to try and tell her she was too inexperienced for him. She ran her hands through his hair. His scalp seemed to move under her fingers, but before she could ask him about it, he snapped out of it.

He released her shoulder and slid a finger inside her.

Paisley stopped trying to get up and pushed back against his hand trying to make him go faster. “I’ve got a very extensive vibrator collection, but that’s it.”

“What if I told you I have special skills programmed in to please women?” He added a second finger to stretch her, but slowed his pace.

Paisley’s head popped up. “Then I’d say you were with women who couldn’t handle as much as me, because you are going damn slow now.”

What had happened to the man in the elevator? He’d better come back soon, or Paisley was just going to hop on top of him and get what she needed like any other man.

“I want you to tell me something about yourself before I fuck your brains out.”

“My name is Paisley Compton. I am working with the DMA starting tomorrow, and I want to hop on your cock and feel that beast vibrate inside of me. Don’t make me beg, because I flat out won’t do it.”

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked as his fingers finally picked up the pace.

“Yes.” Paisley’s attitude slipped away as he pressed her knee to her chest to open her wider and began to hook his fingers just the right way inside her.

The pressure began to build higher and higher.

His fingers pulled from her with a wet pop, but before she could complain, she felt the heat from the head of his cock begin to press against her pussy. She slid forward to move the action along. She didn’t give a damn if she’d be sore.

Then the door opened.

His roommate walked over and pulled Robocock away from her. Paisley was too on edge to be embarrassed.

She dropped her knee but didn’t bother to cover. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it anyway.

Ben’s voice boomed over their heavy breathing. “What the fuck, dude!”

Mr. Hottie didn’t even look at her, which pissed her off. Instead he pointed at her and yelled at Robocock.

“She is not a fucking Anti-Mech leader. I told you what Briggs said. This is not necessary. You need to back off, because we are not at war with her, and this is not how you go about things now.”

Paisley had a few orgasms under her belt, but she cooled off like someone dumped ice water on her.

“Wait. Were you fucking me for information?”

Robohippie put his hands on his hips, but his cock didn’t deflate in the slightest. “Well, not anymore, from the way my cover just got blown.”

Sexually frustrated was not the way to find out you were being fucked for intel. “The least you could have done was let him finish the job since he had already started it.”

Ben McHotPants looked at her then. “Wait…what?”

“I am pissed off, but if you would have waited a few more minutes at least I would have been fucked. Now I just got a little finger action and I’m left hanging on an orgasm from penetration and annoyed.”

Paisley went to the nearby closet, which was the mirror to her room. Hanging inside were two jackets. One was a suit jacket that looked tailored within an inch of its life and probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. The other was a jacket that could have been worn by a guy who smelled like incense while buying rolling papers at the local tobacco shop. She grabbed them both. She wrapped Robohippie’s around her waist, tied it and slung it to the side to cover her lady bits. The other jacket she put over top of it. Far too big and way too low cut to be decent, but at least her nipples were covered when she turned back toward the men.

“Please don’t talk to me again.”

She slammed the door behind her before she realized her purse and key were still at the bar. As she went to the other elevator and pressed down, she took some solace in the fact she would at least give the bartender a little more material to work with.

* * * * *

Coral had said she could provide Paisley with a bill for her room service items after she got back on her feet. That was going to have to include the suit Paisley charged. The tailor shop in the lobby was filled with appropriate attire for working at the DMA. And luckily, they were willing to fit her with a shirt and a new pair of boring ass heels to match. Paisley didn’t even have a bra when she’d tried on the outfit, but she was full and perky enough that she could get the general idea of the fit.

Yay boobs.

Wrapping the scent of Ben McHottie’s cologne around her again before she headed to her room had her groaning. They thought she was an Anti-Mech asshole. She shouldn’t find them attractive anymore. And she really shouldn’t be thinking about knocking on their door and starting an argument to get a little hate-sex out of the deal.

After she changed, she realized she felt immensely guilty for stealing a jacket that had
tailor-made
written all over it. Ben had some deliciously huge shoulders that tapered down to a waist just asking for legs to be wrapped around it. No way could someone like that buy off the rack.

Paisley grabbed her stolen jackets and leaned her head out of the sliding door. She didn’t dare close the thing. Peeking her head around the side, she could see the men had their blinds drawn. She balled up the clothes and tossed them over to the guys’ balcony.

Of course, she couldn’t be lucky enough for them to land safely. The suit jacket was heavy enough that it plopped over the railing and, aside from one arm dangling, it would be okay. Robohippie’s hoodie fluttered in the wind and began to float. The wind swept it up and it hovered in the air, taunting her for a moment before it began to descend between the two balconies.

“Damn damn damn.” Paisley hiked a leg onto the railing and leaned over.

On the plus side, she fisted the arm of the jacket before it went out of reach. On the down side, she got hold of it when her center of gravity was in the wrongest of wrong spots.