Anyone U Want

by Evangeline Anderson

  “You can take me,” Grant assured her gently, stroking her cheek. “You’re wet enough, sweetheart—we just have to take things slow.”

  “We…we do?” Holly was continually amazed at the workmanship that had gone into this android. How had the Anyone U Want engineers managed to make a machine that appeared to be so emotionally intelligent?

  “We do,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again. “So come on, Holly—open for me. Open up and let me own you.”

  The intense look in his eyes and his soft, low, commanding voice left her powerless to resist. With a little moan of pure submission, Holly spread her thighs even wider, welcoming him in, opening for the man she wanted more than she’d ever wanted anyone before.

  “Slowly,” Grant told her, nudging just the head of his broad shaft past her entrance. “So slowly, sweetheart.”

  Holly gasped as she felt another thick inch breech her opening and then another and another. God, he was so big—not just long but thick too! She wondered if she would be able to take him all.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, watching her as he slipped slowly deeper. “Talk to me, Holly—let me know I’m not hurting you.”

  “You’re…you’re not hurting me,” she whispered back breathlessly. There was a little pain as the massive shaft entered her, but it was more of a stretching feeling and in a way, it felt good. So good she closed her eyes for a moment and gave herself up to the sensation of being filled.

  “No.” Her boss’s deep voice made Holly’s eyes fly open. “No, look at me, Holly,” he commanded softly. “I want to see it on your face when I slide inside you…want to see it in your eyes when I fuck your soft little cunt with my cock.”

  His hot, dirty words and the way he was holding her gaze was almost too much for Holly. He wasn’t even all the way in but already she could feel her pleasure beginning to build again. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her or that soft, deep voice telling her exactly what he was going to do to her. Or maybe it was just the incredibly intimate feeling of being completely open for him—completely vulnerable as he filled her with himself.

  At last, Holly felt him slip completely inside her, bottoming out inside her pussy.

  “Oh!” she moaned as he made a deep noise of satisfaction.

  “You feel that, sweetheart?” he murmured, thrusting just a little so that she moaned and wiggled under him. “That’s me, all the way in you. That’s me owning you right now.”

  “Grant…” He had her hands pinned over her head but Holly craned her neck, trying to kiss him. She knew it was pathetic but she couldn’t help herself—she had genuine emotion coursing through her right now.

  “Holly,” he murmured and dropped his head to kiss her tenderly as his shaft pulled out and then thrust in again, bumping the end of her channel and making her cry out.

  Grant swallowed her cries hungrily and then slid almost all the way out before thrusting in again—this time harder than before.

  “Oh!” Holly wrapped her legs around his lean hips, urging him on. Now that she was used to his girth inside her, she found that she liked it—liked it a lot.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured in a low voice. “You’re getting used to it now, aren’t you? Getting used to being filled with my cock?”

  “Y-yes,” Holly admitted, bucking up to meet his next thrust. “I…I guess I am.”

  “That’s good. Because this is where you belong, sweetheart—pinned under me, spread open with my cock inside you. This is where you’ve always belonged.” Leaning down, he kissed her again, nipping lightly at her lips in a way that made her feel weak with need.

  “I do?” she whispered as he thrust deep again—so deep she could feel the head of his cock kiss the mouth of her womb.

  “You do,” Grant affirmed, his eyes blazing into hers. “You’re mine, Holly. Mine,” he growled, pressing deep again—so deep it seemed like he was searching for her soul with each thrust. “Mine, now and forever. Now that I’ve claimed you, I’ll never let you go.”

  Holly felt her eyes go wide at his words. God, he felt good inside her—just like he was meant to be there. Like they were meant to be together.

  Stop thinking such crazy stuff—he’s just an android, she tried to tell herself. But it was useless—Grant made it impossible to remember what he was. He looked into her eyes intently the whole time he was taking her, holding her gaze as he filled her with his thick shaft, owning her, making her his. Holly couldn’t help falling into those icy-blue depths—in them it seemed she could feel all her common sense drowning.

  But it wasn’t just the way he was looking at her as he made love to her—the things he was saying…they were so shamelessly romantic. So completely unrealistic and yet so sweet she never wanted him to stop. Holly didn’t know if she would ever be able to look her real boss in his eyes again, not after giving herself so completely, body and soul, to his android.

  She closed her eyes for a moment, willing the emotion to go away but it wouldn’t. And all the while the pleasure kept building and building until she thought she would die from the intensity of the impending orgasm.

  “Look at me,” Grant demanded again, making her open her eyes. “Are you close?”

  “I…I am,” she whispered.” He wasn’t pounding into her now—it was more of a slow, steady grind. He kept their bodies pressed together as he filled her, making short, deep thrusts so that the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb each time. The hard ridge of his pelvic bone was rubbing against her clit and his deep penetration was making Holly feel opened and owned in a way she hadn’t even thought was possible. Just then he gave a particularly deep thrust and she moaned out loud. “Oh, Grant, I really am! So close…”

  “That’s good, sweetheart.” He stroked her cheek, still holding her gaze intently. “Look at me, Holly. Look at me while you come,” he ordered. “Come on my cock so I can fill you up completely.”

  Holly looked into his eyes and felt her heart swell even as a second, deeper orgasm started to shake her.

  “Oh! Oh, Grant!” she cried as her toes curled and her back arched helplessly. She could feel her inner walls spasming around the thick invader of his cock as the warm tide of sensation washed over her, threatening to carry her away with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.

  She held tight to Grant, her legs wrapped around his trim hips, her eyes locked with his as the orgasm shook her. She used him to anchor herself as the tidal wave of emotion and pleasure broke over her body and made her moan helplessly and call his name.

  “Grant,” she heard herself saying as he swelled even bigger within her and she felt the hot rush of his seed bathing her inner pussy. “Oh, Grant, I wish so much you were real!”

  He released her hands and took her face in both of his big, warm palms.

  “Holly,” he said hoarsely, staring into her eyes. “Holly, I am real—all of this is real.”

  Chapter Seven

  At first his words didn’t register. Holly just stared at him, thinking this must be a glitch in the programming. Some strange joke one of the engineers at Anyone U Want had put in, thinking it would be funny.

  “But…but…” She looked uncertainly at the Grant android who was now claiming to be the real Grant. They were still joined together with his cock filling her pussy with his seed.

  “It’s real,” he repeated. “This is real and I’m real, Holly. Not an android—this is the real me.”

  “But you…but I…” Holly’s brain raced, remembering all the crazy, embarrassing words she’d been spouting—all the hidden confessions she’d been pouring out, thinking she was talking to an android. “You can’t be real,” she said at last. “I said…I said so many things because I thought…”

  “I know what you thought,” Grant said, looking at her intently. “Holly, I found your dream-viewer and I realized how you felt about me. So I decided—”

  “You decided to violate my pr
ivacy and then invade my fantasy?” Holly demanded. She didn’t know what was worse—that she’d given him her body so shamelessly or the fact that she’d bared her soul, spilling secrets she would have taken to her grave otherwise.

  Grant frowned. “Holly, please. I never meant—”

  “Get off me!” She shoved at him with both hands and he rose quickly but reluctantly, pulling out of her and allowing her to sit up.

  Quickly, Holly shot off the desk and started pulling on her discarded clothes. She didn’t know when she’d felt more betrayed. How could he do this to her? How could he pretend to be an android and let her tell him all her embarrassing feelings for him without saying a word? How could he let her make a complete and total fool out of herself?

  “Holly…” Grant was up too and fastening his trousers. “Please, just listen.”

  “No, I’m through listening to you,” she snapped. “And I’m through working for you, too. I want my return ticket to Earth. I’m leaving.”

  As she stormed out of area 25 of Anyone U Want, she dashed tears of anger and humiliation from her eyes. What a joke he must have thought her! How amusing to fulfill the fantasies of his poor, love-starved assistant.

  He probably thought I would fall all over myself thanking him for being willing to lower himself to be with me, she thought. That having one time with him would make me happy for life.

  Holly felt more than hurt—part of her felt broken. Humiliated beyond the ability to heal. Oh God, she just wanted to die. But she couldn’t do that until she at least got back to Earth.

  Over two hundred thousand miles from home and betrayed by the man she had idolized for the past two years, Holly had never felt more alone.

  Chapter Eight

  “Look, just talk to him—that’s all I’m saying.” Abby paced around their apartment, waving her arms. “It’s been a week since you came back from the Moon and this is the third night in a row he’s come up here wanting to speak to you.” She peeked at the viewing-screen that served as a peephole and showed anyone outside their front door. Grant Harris the Third was standing there patiently, as though he could wear Holly down from sheer force of will.

  “No.” Holly looked away, determined not to be swayed by her friend’s words.

  “It looks like he’s empty-handed tonight,” Abby remarked, still watching Holly’s ex-boss on the viewing-screen. “Maybe he got tired of you throwing his expensive gifts away.”

  The other two nights Grant had come, he’d brought things with him—a huge bouquet of flowers the first time and a box of expensive looking chocolates the second.

  Not that Holly had taken the gifts. Abby had accepted them on her behalf and Holly had promptly thrown them down the waste chute. She made sure they landed in the dumpster near the parking area, so he could see exactly what she thought of his presents—and what she thought of him.

  “Okay, you don’t have to talk to him but you do have to tell me—what happened on that business trip?” Abby looked at her intently. “Come on, Holly, what did he do? Sexually harass you?”

  “Not exactly.” Holly was still far too mortified to explain to her best friend what had happened. How could she admit she’d blown all her available cash on a fantasy with an android that looked like her boss, only to find out that it was actually her boss she was having sex with? It was all just too weird and complicated and she didn’t want to have to deal with it. She didn’t want to have to deal with Grant Harris the Third either, but he was apparently a persistent son-of-a-bitch. When would he leave her alone?

  The doorbell chimed out the latest hot little pop song… and then chimed again and again and again. Holly frowned in annoyance and looked up to see what was going on in the viewing-screen.

  Grant was leaning on the bell—literally pressing it non-stop and making the tinkly little tune Abby had programmed into it play over and over until Holly thought she would go crazy.

  “Open the door,” she told Abby. “Tell him to leave or we’ll call the cops.”

  “What?” Abby gasped. “You can’t do that! He’s Grant Harris the Third—he can do anything he wants.”

  “Not with our doorbell he can’t.” Holly felt all the rage and humiliation she’d suffered suddenly boiling up to the surface. She might be mild-mannered and tame most of the time but not now—not after what Grant had done.

  Finally angry enough to confront her ex-boss, she marched to the door and threw it open.

  “What?” she demanded. “Do…you…want?”

  “To talk to you.” He glared at her, his ice-blue eyes as cold as glaciers. “I have a lot to say to you that you wouldn’t listen to last time we were in the same room together.”

  “Last time we were in the same room together you impersonated an android and spanked me and had sex with me!” Holly flared.

  “What?” Abby was suddenly there, her eyes wide with interest.

  “None of your business,” Holly elbowed her hard. “Look, could you please just go back to your bedroom and let me get this over with?”

  “I have a better idea,” Grant said smoothly. He snapped his fingers and a handsome chauffer wearing a black suit appeared. “Forsythe, would you be so kind as to take Miss Sparks' roommate somewhere and buy her anything she wants?”

  “Certainly, Sir.” The handsome chauffer gave Abby a knowing grin. “Are you more interested in fur or diamonds?”

  “Neither,” said Abby, frowning loyally. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Grant sighed. “If your refusal to go is because you’re afraid I’ll hurt Holly, please be assured I won’t lay a hand on her. But I cannot go until I talk to her and I cannot talk to her unless we have some privacy.”

  “Well…” Abby looked uncertainly at Holly who sighed.

  “Fine. Just go. He’s not going to get the message until I tell him to his face, I guess.” She glared up at Grant who put his best blank face on and stared back.

  “Oh, goody!” Abby jumped forward and tucked her arm through the chauffer’s. “Now what were you saying earlier about diamonds and furs? Or maybe a nice new hovercar?”

  The chauffer grinned and they walked down the apartment hallway together without a second glance for Holly or Grant. Holly watched them go with a frown. Great, now she was all alone with her ex-boss. Well, might as well get this over with.

  She put a hand on her hip and looked up at him.

  “Fine. You got rid of my friend—happy?”

  “I will be if you invite me in and listen to what I have to say,” Grant said mildly. “Please, Holly, just listen.”

  “Holly, is it? What happened to ‘Miss Sparks?’ and ‘Mr. Harris’?”

  “I think we’re beyond that now, don’t you?” he asked quietly. “Now will you please let me in and listen to what I have to say?”

  Holly had a very strong desire to tell him to go screw himself but she realized that until Grant had his say, he wouldn’t leave her alone. She’d seen his dogged persistence often enough in the years that she worked for him—it often worked in his favor when he was doing a particularly complicated business deal.

  Well it won’t work in his favor now, she told herself grimly as she stood aside and finally let him into her small apartment.

  “Thank you,” Grant said with quiet gravity. “This is…nice. A nice place you have here.”

  “Welcome to how the other half lives,” Holly said, shutting the door behind him with a bang. “We can’t all afford trips to the moon and caviar for lunch.”

  “You couldn’t exactly afford to rent that android at Anyone U Want either but you did anyway,” he pointed out softly.

  Holly felt her cheeks go hot and red but she lifted her chin and refused to drop her eyes.

  “What I decided to do with my Christmas bonus was my private choice,” she said clearly. “And it was my privacy that you invaded—among other things.”

  To her surprise, Grant didn’t try to argue.

  “
You’re right,” he said softly. “What I did was unforgivable and I have no excuse.”

  “Well, we certainly agree on that,” Holly snapped. “So is that all you have to say?”

  “No.” He frowned down at her and she wished she were taller. “No, I felt like there is…unfinished business between us.”

  “Unfinished business?” Holly looked at him, uncomprehending. Then suddenly, it came to her what he must mean. “I’m not pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “So don’t worry—your life isn’t going to turn into some cheesy romance—The Billionaire’s Secret Baby—or anything like that.”

  “Pregnant?” He frowned. “I never even…I suppose I should have but I never even considered that.”

  “And I don’t want to sue you for sexual harassment either,” Holly continued relentlessly. “That would mean letting everyone in the world know what a stupid fool I made of myself, once the press got hold of the story. I have no interest in going there.”

  “Holly, you didn’t make a fool of yourself,” he protested, his deep voice sounding tired. “I was the one who acted like a fool.”

  “Oh? That’s not how I see it.” She put one hand on her hip. “You weren’t the one who paid for an android that looked like your boss to sex you up. God, I’m such an idiot! I should have known when you started going off script that you weren’t really an android. But I just thought…”

  “You thought what?” he asked softly.

  “I thought…I knew a man like you wouldn’t be interested in me,” she flared back. “That’s why I should have known something wasn’t right.”

  “Why would you think that?” he demanded.

  “Well, because…look at you.” Holly gestured at him. “You date supermodels.”