sex bots 04 - one night steined (9 page)

Frank licked in a quick swipe before closing his mouth over her tip. He suckled hard while his fingers tugged her buttons undone. Then he growled, pinching her nub between his teeth—biting until her moan caught in her throat.

“Oh yes.” Kuri kept her arms at her sides. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked the idea that Frank was holding her down. Crazy, considering her history, but Kuri liked the image that she had no choice.

“Want me to go down on you, baby?” As if Frank heard her secret musings, he gripped her wrists and pinned her to the bed. He must have sensed the way Kuri responded—her belly coiling tight and high until she thought she might levitate right off the sheets—because he held her still while he nipped his way down her stomach. Then he wiggled his shoulders between her legs.

She watched, holding her breath, as Frank ran a single fingertip from the top of her cleft to skim along her nether lips and into the crease of her ass. He kept his eyes on her sex the whole time—an intimate inspection. And when Kuri blushed and shifted to close her legs, he palmed her inner thighs and spread her wider.

“Frank?” She was burning up under his stare. Her sex felt plump and needy. The skin prickled with heat and gathering dampness.

He ignored her question, instead nosing her folds and then licking the soft skin where her pussy met her thigh. “It’s sexy how you’re shaved ’n all…” Frank parted her lips with his thumbs and licked her in a quick swipe. “But I’d like it if you grew out your bush.”

Her face heated with embarrassment. Kuri’d never heard Frank so much as say the word “sex” aloud. His growled request made her so hot she thought she might come from another sweep of his tongue.

Frank licked her gain, this time deeper—running his tongue through her slit from her entrance to flick against the underside of her clit. She bowed off the bed, trying to follow his retreating mouth.

“Yeah.” Frank encouraged her, though he caged her wrists once more. Holding her down, he laved her harder, rubbing firmly and insistently on her clit. When he lifted his mouth to breathe, he rasped, “Wanna smell you all around me.”

Kuri sighed at the ferocity of his words, and then moaned even louder when he positioned his fingers at her entrance and plunged them inside—hard, so fast she didn’t have time to breathe.
Oh God, yes.
This was the man her body recalled, impaling her on just the slightest edge of too-full, rubbing the spot inside her that made her gasp and squirm, and when she did—when it became too much for her to stand without trying to get away—Frank gripped her hip and fingered her deeper.

She screamed, orgasm rocketing through her without her direction and against her will. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the sheets, her head rocked from side to side. She shook, her body quaking around his thrusting fingers.

Frank released her while she still shivered. “Oh my God, Kur.” Frank climbed up her body so that his hips settled into the cradle of her groin and his rigid heat rested flush against her sex. He gripped her hair and thrust slick and hard along the outside of her folds.

When he kissed her, his face was alight with wide-eyed adoration. “You’d tell me if you didn’t want to right?” Frank searched her expression, unsure.

She didn’t know if she could bring herself to answer, but Kuri needed him inside her, preferably while holding her down. So instead of talking, Kuri winked at him and swiveled her hips.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. “Oh, you’re gonna get it now.” Frank smirked. He hooked a hand under her hip and slid back to coat himself in her juices. Then he fit his cap to her opening and pumped in quick, sharp strokes, spreading her a little more each time until he filled her to the brink. Until his body caged her and his cock impaled her and his breath snarled in her ear.

Kuri moaned at the feel of him, making her so full she could hardly gasp. She tried to keep up, but he was so slick and fast that she couldn’t get enough traction on the bed. So instead she curled into his arms, feeling so held and safe she could have cried. When he slipped both hands down to cup her ass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him pull her to sitting on his lap while he kneeled.

He slid deeper in that position. “Yeah,” Frank sighed. He kissed her slowly, wide palms on her butt cheeks urging her to grind in circles. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

She could only whine and pant into his mouth. Her mound pressed into the firm bone of his pubis, rubbing in the same maddening rolls as her sex. Kuri mewled out her need to come, wanting him to move faster, fuck harder, but then Frank pressed a finger onto her mouth, skimming it along her cheek.

Kuri suckled his digit, making him wet. Her body clenched, knowing without knowing what he was going to do next. And when he curled his touch to her ass again, she trembled on the very edge of climax.

He pressed his fingertip to her pucker, stroking the saliva across the tender flesh, and then pushed inside.

Her breath rushed out and Kuri tensed, trying to get away from the invasion, loving it and retreating at the same time, but Frank wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her still. He kissed her tenderly, his hips still, as if they were only making out. Meanwhile, he probed in and then out again, opening her blushing hole.

“I gotta have all of you, doll. I’m sorry.” Frank pulled his finger away from her ass and wet it once more with spit before probing again. “Not with my dick, but every time we’re together, I gotta get inside every bit of you.”

Her body slipped down all the way onto his fingers and his cock and when he pulsed up one time—fully sheathed inside her and balancing her on the edge of pleasure and pain. She buckled with orgasm. “Oh God, Frank.” Colors danced behind her eyelids and Kuri rode the climb of sensation. She jerked on his lap, wild in his hold.

Frank held her until she settled a little, and then gripped her hips with a bruising force and fucked up into her like a rutting beast. The force and speed of it rushed her up to the brink so fast that she screamed his name again.

He hardened, his thrusts pistoning. Then he clutched her and plowed a fraction deeper before his forehead creased and his mouth opened on a long and satisfied groan.

She felt him come, warm and wet inside her. He held the back of her head and lowered the both of them to the bed. Still shaking with aftershocks, Frank watched her as if he didn’t want to close his eyes because she might fade away.

Kuri was scared of the same thing. She kept searching her mind for a blip of data, or a wisp of grayness, or some sign that she was going to lose awareness, but none appeared. When they’d stared at each other for a long moment, both waiting for Kuri to
glitch
, she felt a smile tugging up the corner of her mouth. “I seem okay, right?”

A frightening image flitted across her awareness—some poor woman being raped. Kuri didn’t know where she might have seen it, though, so she shoved the déjà vu to the back of her mind and focused on the happy realization that she actually remembered having sex. Great sex. With a guy she cared about. Her twist of a smile grew into a full-blown grin. “I’m not forgetting.”

“I’m so happy for you.” Frank kissed her cheek and pulled her into his chest. His heart beat warm and strong under her ear. “So glad you’re getting better.”

She smiled “Thanks.” Kuri cuddled in closer. She wasn’t sure what would happen next, didn’t know what people normally did after sex, but Kuri was excited to find out.

* * * * *

Frank tried to not think of the time as he lay there with Kuri wrapped in his arms, but the fact remained that they needed to get a move on if they wanted to unload the truck that day. “Hey?” He jostled her a little, in case she’d fallen asleep. “We should take a shower.”

Kuri nodded against his chest, but didn’t say anything. She scooted to the side of the bed and sat up.

“You okay?” He followed her into the bathroom and waited, but she didn’t reply.

With empty eyes, Kuri started the shower. Her posture was odd—her shoulders hitched up as if she were scared. She didn’t have that false-confident automation she did when she was
glitching
, but she definitely wasn’t herself. Kuri stepped into the shower without closing the curtain.

Frank reached for her. “You going under again?”

She flinched away from his touch.

He jerked his hands back, careful not to frighten her. “It’s okay if you are. We can’t expect for it to stop right away.” Frank eased around to the front of her, ducking to meet her eyes. “Even if you forget what we just did. It’s fine.”

Kuri blinked, and then swallowed. She opened her mouth as if she might say something, but then her eyes widened and filled with tears.

“Aw, hon.” He stepped into the water to hold her, but Kuri stumbled away from him, so fast that she slipped on the slick plastic of the bathtub. Frank caught her before she fell, cradling her against the wall. And that’s when her eyes went huge and terrified. This time when Kuri opened her mouth, she didn’t even try to talk, she screamed. The sound of it echoed off the walls, loud and piercing as a siren.

Frank let her go, his muscles freezing as he panicked. “Shhhhh…” When she howled even louder, he hissed desperately, trying to figure out how to get her dressed and out of the hotel room before someone called the police. “Kuri, please. Please, you’ve got to be quiet.”

She folded into a ball at the back of the shower stall, her arms around her knees. Kuri lowered her voice to a high-pitched
ah-ah-ah
. The sound was piteous, but not so loud someone would necessarily hear it through the wall. “I can… I can…” She dragged in breaths. “I can remember.” Her eyes glazed over with a terrible look—like disgust and horror rolled together.

He kneeled outside the shower stall, wet knees bruising on the hard floor. “But that’s good.” A hard lurch of guilt shot through him. “But… Shit, it seemed like you liked it. I didn’t mean… God, Kuri, I didn’t meant to hurt you.” Frank felt as if he were falling, his stomach dropping through the floor along with his heart.

Kuri clenched her eyes shut and hit her head against the wall behind her. “Make it stop. Make it stop.” Tears streamed from her eyes, and her narrow shoulders shook as she cried. “Make me forget. I want to forget.”

Each strike of her skull against the shower stall felt like a nail through Frank’s skin. And the pounding didn’t stop, it drove deeper into him, pinning him in place as if spikes hung him on a cross.
“Please,”
Frank mumbled, though he wasn’t sure if she could hear him. He cursed that he hadn’t brought so much as a first-aid kit in their overnight bag. No matter what happened after, Frank had to get her sedated. “Kuri?” Frank slipped his hand behind her head so she couldn’t hit the wall. “I can’t let you do this, sweetie. I’ll call Q-ter for some meds, and you’ll be asleep in no time, but you’ve got to quiet down.”

She must have processed what he said on some level, because Kuri stilled. Hell, she held herself so rigid he thought she might shatter. But at least she stopped trying to hurt herself.

“Okay.” Frank stood and handed her a towel. He wanted to lift her up and wrap her safe and warm. But he knew that was the last thing she needed. Whatever he’d done had made things worse. “Dry off and get dressed. I’ll get Q over here in a second.”

Then he snatched his clothes out of the duffel bag and rushed to dress while picking up his phone. He dialed Q-ter’s emergency number.

“Jesus, Frank.” Q-ter picked up, sounding tired. “You said we didn’t have to meet to unload until seven.” A loud yawn carried over the phone. Q-ter sounded so mellow and stable, as if he didn’t for a second think Frank could screw up.

“Um, yeah. I’m not calling about that.”

Kuri stepped out of the bathroom, wobbling toward the bed. She sat at the edge of the mattress, as if she were scared Frank would attack her if she lay down.

Frank could hardly look at her. “I need help, Q. Kuri’s… Well, she’s sick. I need some sedatives. Just bring the whole med kit.” He scrubbed his head, hating himself for lying. But he couldn’t bring himself to admit to Q-ter what had happened between him and Kuri.

“Sure, boss. Where’re you guys staying?”

“We’re in Ballard, out by the new warehouse. I’ll text you the address. How soon can you get here?” Frank heard noises as Q-ter shuffled around.

“Half an hour if I hurry.” Q-ter paused, as if he were waiting for Frank to supply more information. When Frank didn’t, he just said, “Tell her ‘feel better’ from me,” and hung up.

Frank clicked
End
on the call and carefully set his phone on the counter. “He’ll be here soon.” He stared at his cell for a long while, unwilling to turn around and see hatred or fear in Kuri’s eyes. After a long moment, Frank walked to the room’s only chair and sat. He watched Kuri’s back rise and fall as she cried.

Chapter Seven

Hands grabbed her body—clawing her breasts and her ass, probing between her legs. There were three of them, each shoving their cocks at her hips. One grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed Kuri to her knees on the rough concrete.

Her shins tore on the pavement, and she tried to shift off the cut flesh, but the hand in her hair dragged her forward until a cock head punched at her mouth. Kuri tried to scream but the dick forced its way in. The owner’s hand scrubbed at her dirty and tear-wet face while one of the other men laughed and rubbed his cock on her cheek.

Something sharp speared through her deltoid—but it wasn’t from the men. Kuri blinked, knowing the shot came from another reality… From the hotel room she could almost make out just beyond her line of sight. As if the men and what they did to her was a movie, and the hotel room was just the screen.

“Kuri.” The world shook as someone grabbed Kuri’s shoulders and jerked her hard. “Snap the hell out of it.” Shani was shouting to her, but Kuri couldn’t figure out if she was in the hotel room or on the cold, dark sidewalk with the three men.