sex bots 04 - one night steined (8 page)

Frank shrugged. “Well, I don’t know.” He tugged his gloves off and tossed them to the chair. Then he sat to pull off his shoes and socks. “But you do, right? It’s not like you never have the urge unless you’re malfunctioning?”

A memory flashed across Kuri’s mind—bodies in the front seat of a car, rough thrusting. She shivered. “Are you asking me if I ever masturbate, or if I ever have recreational sex?” Kuri adored the look of horror on Frank’s face. For all his clinical distance and quiet calm, Frank King could be a big, fat prude sometimes.

True to form, he stammered out an answer of, “Both,” while studiously folding his socks.

She kicked off her flip-flops and pulled her pajamas and toothbrush out of the duffel bag. “If you must know, I do masturbate, but I don’t have recreational sex.” Her cheeks heated at the admission, which surprised Kuri. She hadn’t known she had any hang-ups.

“Oh.” He rushed to grab his toothbrush out of the duffel bag and stepped past her to the tiny bathroom. “D’you mind if I go first?”

“Go for it.” Kuri watched him disappear behind the door and listened as he turned on the fan. She rushed to strip off her clothes and put on her pajamas before getting on the queen-sized bed and reaching for the remote. The comforter was a slick polyester material. The weaves had torn loose in a spot so that a string hung free between stitches. She stared at the thread, and a weird calm settled over her mind. It felt so familiar and natural that Kuri realized a moment too late the blip of unwanted data that skimmed the edge of her vision. She only had a moment to gasp, “Frank, it’s happening” before the world turned to gray static.

* * * * *

Frank jerked hard for the last three strokes. He leaned back on the toilet seat, letting the hot cum land on his stomach and chest.

He hated himself for leaving Kuri alone in the bedroom, but he’d needed a release before talking to her again. Hell, when she said that she masturbated… Christ, on a theoretical basis, he knew women did that. It followed that since Kuri was a woman… But Frank hadn’t been prepared for her matter-of-fact tone, her defiance. He couldn’t stop wondering what she fantasized about, and whether she used a toy or her hand.

A noise from outside drew Frank’s attention, so he wadded some toilet paper and swiped the fluid off his chest. Then he yanked up the loose shorts he wore to sleep and stepped out of the bathroom. “You okay?”

Kuri stood at the front door, fumbling with the handle.

“Where you going?” He crossed to stand behind her. Frank felt like crap, thinking she’d known what he was doing in the bathroom. He couldn’t blame her for wanting to leave. “I can get another room, one that attaches. We don’t have to stay together.”

Kuri turned to face him, her expression blank. “Oh. I forgot you were here.” She pressed her hands to Frank’s bare chest. Her touch felt hot and electric.

“Kuri?” He bent his knees in an effort to better meet her gaze. “You in there?” He thanked his lucky stars he’d caught her before she left. “Lie down, hon.” He led her to the bed.

She blinked, her expression confused. The pajamas she wore were silky and decorated with fluffy kittens. With sad eyes, she started unbuttoning the shirt.

“We’re not doing this.” Frank pressed her to sitting on the bed. He didn’t want to physically force her to stop undressing, but neither did he want her coming back to awareness naked. The night before had been wonderful and hotter than he could have imagined, but this was different—they were past random sex and no longer in a car. If he gave in tonight it would be premeditated and Frank would feel like a fiend.

She opened her top, running her hands up and down her sides. Her breasts were almost childish, nothing more than a soft swelling on her chest tipped in hard nubs. “Don’t you want to touch me?” Kuri arched her back.

Frank fisted the sheets and forced a calm he didn’t feel. “That’s not going to happen, Kuri. I’m just going to hold you while you go to sleep.”

As if a light switch flipped, her eyes focused on his face. Kuri blinked. “Frank?” She looked down at her chest, tears filling her eyes. “What did you…? I mean, what did I do?” She rushed to button her pajama top, humiliation bending her posture.

Though he hadn’t touched her, Frank still felt like a monster. “I didn’t. Listen, let’s just move forward. Pretend it didn’t happen. You snapped out of it fast enough.” Frank dropped onto the bedspread, his heart racing beneath his sternum. If he hadn’t come out when he did, she could have slipped away. Something could have happened to her outside.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth.” Kuri rushed into the bathroom. He heard water running. Much as he wished he could go in and talk to her, Frank didn’t know what he’d say. He’d said he’d try this for one night, and it was idiocy to think she’d stop
glitching
just because he spent time with her. After last night, Frank’d thought… He didn’t know what he thought. Maybe he’d imagined that if he changed, she would too.

Kuri stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her face wet and her hair coiled into a loose bun. She looked so gorgeous his breath caught in his throat.

All business, she rounded the bed to her side and climbed under the covers. She settled onto her pillow, facing away from him and said, “Thanks for catching me.”

Taking his cue from her, Frank turned off the bathroom light and climbed under the covers too. He wondered if he should sleep above the sheets, but he needed to touch her—to hold a corner of her shirt while she slept so that she couldn’t slip away. He reached for the light and flicked the room into darkness. “Of course.”

Her smell surrounded him, invaded his senses. Frank could feel the warmth of her body like a beacon under the covers. “Kuri, I should have done this a long time ago.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before.” He held still, listening for a change in her breathing to signal she’d heard him.

After a long while, Kuri said, “Why didn’t you?”

Frank froze in place, afraid of saying the wrong thing. He settled for the truth. “I was scared. I thought I’d make it worse.” He pictured Ana, terrified and bloody in her bindings, desperate to get away. He could never have dealt with making Kuri that way too.

Kuri yawned. “S’okay.” She jostled under the covers, easing her backside closer to his hip. Whether it was intentional or not, Frank didn’t know. “It always got better after you worked on me, for a while at least.”

Unable to resist the draw of her softness, Frank rolled onto his side and let her ass settle into his lap. There was no backing out now. No blaming his actions on her
glitch
, or her demands, or even protecting her. He curled an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She stiffened, and Frank held his breath. “Is this okay?” He hoped it was, because Frank didn’t want to let go.

In a tiny voice, Kuri said, “Yeah.” Then, with heart-stopping gentleness she added, “It’s nice.”

So Frank laid his head on the pillow next to her, the tendrils of hair at her nape teasing him with their flowery fragrance. He wove his fingers through hers, and willed Kuri to rest safe.

* * * * *

Something buzzed, but it wasn’t Kuri’s alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes and peered around the darkened hotel room. For a few moments, she didn’t know where she was, but to Kuri’s surprise she wasn’t scared. There was a man at her back and his leg pressed against hers under the covers. Even that didn’t bother her—it felt oddly right.

She’d just started wondering why she felt so calm, when Frank lifted his head from his pillow. “Damn, I set that alarm early.” He rocked out of bed and padded to where he’d set the duffel bag on a counter. Frank dug his phone out of the bag and shut off the noise.

“What time is it?” Kuri stretched her arms over her head. Then, not wanting to wake up quite yet, she burrowed farther under the blankets. It was so nice and warm in bed, and the sheets smelled fantastic.

Thin light from the street permeated the blinds and revealed Frank’s body. He was tall and strong, with shoulders that spanned a yard and a developed chest that narrowed enticingly to where his loose cotton boxers hung off his hipbones. He reached up to scrub at his hair and Kuri bit her lip as she watched the flex of his muscles.

“It’s five-thirty.” Frank settled next to her, yawning. His leg brushed hers, his hairs scratching her even through her pajama pants.

Her body responded to Frank’s nearness, warming and swelling. Something told Kuri the sex they’d had must have been good. “Frank?”

He stilled under the blankets, as if he were scared to hear something he didn’t want to know. “Yeah?”

Kuri wanted to ask him about it, but she changed her mind. She didn’t want the delicious feeling of having Frank near ruined by some kind of embarrassment. So she simply said, “Thanks.”

Frank wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a hug. “You’re welcome, kid.” A current passed between them—a spark of heat.

They held still, not letting go. Kuri moved her head an inch, so that her lips were only a centimeter from Frank’s. His breath didn’t smell sour, but male and good.

“You
glitching
again?” Frank asked, so close to her lips they may have been kissing.

Kuri shook her head slowly, the move brushing her mouth over his. Bolder, Kuri cocked her head and slanted her lips over Frank’s.

He responded slowly, toying with her hair as they kissed. His hand was warm and firm, poised on her neck. His fingers wove deeper, but Frank didn’t tug or draw her closer. Instead, he kissed gently, as if they had all the time in the world.

She pulled off. Something seemed wrong, but Kuri couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It wasn’t…bad. But somehow this wasn’t quite what she expected from kissing Frank. Which was weird, because she didn’t really have any reason to have an expectation. “Is something wrong, Frank?”

He smiled up at her. Frank ran a hand along her body so softly she might have been made of glass. “Nah.” He lifted his head to press a whisper of a kiss on her collarbone. “I just wanted to do it right this time.” Frank rolled her over until he hovered above her, his weight on his elbows. “I didn’t get the chance to really kiss you last time.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deep, with such passion Kuri felt his caring all the way to her toes. She arched her back, letting him know to kiss harder, inviting his body to respond as she was.

Her sex felt impossibly full, but Kuri didn’t dare open her legs. Now that they were alone and her
glitch
couldn’t be blamed, she didn’t want him to think her too forward.

As if Frank could sense her reluctance, he rubbed her temples with his thumbs. His fingers found the edge of her jaw and tilted her face. Without her conscious direction, Kuri felt her every muscle relax. She sighed and allowed her legs to splay around his hips.

“Oh hell, doll.” Frank surged, rubbing his groin against hers. She felt the hard ridge of him through the fabric. “Don’t want to do anything you don’t wanna.” He kissed her between words. Then he pulsed against her again. “I could make out with you all day. Even with all our clothes on.” As if to underline his point, Frank rolled his hips, pressing a thick erection into her thigh.

Kuri snaked a hand down along their bodies to touch it, to palm the mighty Frank King in her hand.

His eyes fluttered closed. Frank’s whole body arched, like a bow strung tight. “Ah, Kuri. You don’t have to do that.” He said she didn’t, but Frank bucked into her hand.

With a moan, Kuri scooted lower. She kissed her way down his chest. Despite his muttered resistance, she tasted every inch of his skin. Hair dusted his pecs and belly, but the skin underneath tasted like musk and leather. When she reached the waistband of his pants, Frank’s paw of a hand dropped to stop her. “Listen, I can put my clothes back on. We don’t have to.” He tugged her higher until she was back to her starting point.

“I want to.” In a moment of determination, she reached for the waistband of his pants. He allowed her access while she pressed them over his hips. She used her feet to push the fabric to his ankles. Then Kuri slipped off her own.

Chapter Six

His hard cock caught on her belly as if it wasn’t sure where to go. She smiled against his lips. “I’ve never had sex on purpose before.” She tried to kiss Frank again, but he pulled away.

“You know I didn’t force you the other day, right?” Frank rolled onto his side, his expression serious. “You wanted to.”

Kuri shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, Frank.”

His eyes searched hers, insisting she understand. “I need to you to know—you came back to yourself before we… I mean, you knew it was me.” He stroked her face. “I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.”

She squirmed under his attention. Kuri didn’t want to believe it was true. If she’d been herself when she’d had sex with Frank, well… Who knows what else she might have done on purpose? It was too much for her to consider, so she gave Frank what he needed to feel okay. “I know you never would have done anything I didn’t want.”

He nodded before dropping a kiss onto her cheek, then her neck. “Never.” Frank rolled on top of her and ran his hand along her side, so gentle that once again her body felt as if the touch were wrong.

“Frank…” Kuri wasn’t sure how to broach the topic “I woke up with spank marks on my butt.”

He stilled, his face still buried in her hair. “I’m sorry about that. But, you mostly seemed to like it at the time.”

Kuri giggled. He seemed so contrite. Anyway, she had no idea what she liked or didn’t. However, Kuri was excited to find out. She wrapped her legs around Frank’s back and dragged him closer.

Smiling, Frank ground against her. He grabbed her ass and cupped her cheeks. His grip was harder now—not angry, but certainly tinged with roughness. This was the Frank her body remembered.

“D’you want me to take my top off too?” Kuri’s nipples puckered to think of his kisses. Suddenly, her thin pajama top felt bulky and scratchy on her skin.

His hand speared under her shirt, urging it up. Frank dipped his head to press his lips to her stomach. His mouth was hot, damp and hungry. He seemed to know what she wanted even before Kuri arched her back. Frank unfastened one button, then another. He didn’t try to cup or plump her breasts and Kuri was glad—she didn’t have much boob to speak of, even calling them breasts felt like a misnomer. They were swollen nubs with nipples so hard she thought she could feel them pulse.