SexedUp

by Sally Painter

  “You’re magnificent.” She glided her hands over his shoulders, savoring each muscled plane. She rolled her hips and his cock pressed against her buttocks. She flattened her hands on his chest and lifted just enough for him to guide his cock into her opening.

  Randi dragged her tongue over her lips when his cock slid past the tensed muscles. She relaxed around his thickness and rotated her hips just enough to ease him deeper inside.

  William groaned softly under his breath, the sound vibrating in his throat as he cupped her breasts. She arched her back and he sat up, burying his head between her breasts. His fingers teased and pinched her nipples before he released them to suckle with his lips and then circle the sensitized nubs with his tongue.

  Randi wanted to tell him how she loved the way he did that, but her throat tightened around the words. Consumed by the sensations ravaging her body, she could only moan and it was lost beneath the surf’s roar coming through the open window. She threw back her head, letting her hair cascade down her back while he supported her by drawing his arms around her. He lifted his head and stared up at her.

  “Baby, you fuck me so good,” he groaned. She rolled her hips and he fell back into the pillows with a deep, throaty sound. She rode him faster and a sudden slap to her buttocks took her by surprise. Heat burst over her flesh, answered by a fiery pulsation to her groin. Large hands massaged the sting left by the impromptu spanking.

  “Do that again,” she demanded and he obliged with another slap that resounded through the room. Not too hard, just enough to make the fire building in her burst free in a rising wave. It took her by surprise, so fast and unexpected in its orgasmic release. She cried as the involuntary spasms clutched her.

  He grunted and pulled her down onto him and rolled until she was beneath him. He ground into her, pounding his cock harder. He groaned and his body tensed. The warm flow of his cum filled her.

  “Randi,” he whispered, burying his head into her shoulder.

  Chapter Five

  “How do I do this, Randi?” William asked and entered the bedroom, standing in the bathroom doorway. He held the tube of shaving gel in one hand and a razor in the other, looking like an old TV commercial she’d seen in the museum.

  She walked over to him and lifted her hand to his face, marveling at the bristle. “Wow. Your beard has begun to grow.”

  “You find the greatest pleasure in the smallest things.” He smiled and turned back into the bathroom.

  “I specifically didn’t program the nanites for hair growth.” She didn’t add the reason was to minimize owner upkeep. What had stimulated the sudden growth?

  “You said the nanites are adaptive. They’re just doing their job. Come help me. There’s a reward if you show me how to shave.”

  “What did you have in mind?” She giggled, deciding to run a diagnostic later. She followed him into the bathroom and he turned, grabbing her hand. He placed it around his hard cock. Her fingers tightened around him as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. It was easy to get lost in these feelings for him.

  “Teach me to shave,” he said and the sex fog clouding her mind evaporated. She released him and looked up into his eyes.

  “Open your hand,” she instructed and squirted a dab of gel into his palm. “Now cup your hand and add water.” She reached over, turned on the faucet and guided his hand underneath the water. “Work it into a lather.” Randi massaged the gel into his hand, mixing it with water. Her fingers slipped over his palm. Excited shivers raced down her back. Oh yeah, she did take pleasure in the simplest of things.

  He leaned over and nuzzled her ear. His warm breath caressed her neck. She leaned against the sink cabinet, taking a deep breath before lifting her head. Her heart skipped a beat when she met the passion smoldering in his brown eyes.

  “Now what?” he asked.

  A warm blush crept over her cheeks.

  “Rub it,” she cleared her throat, “over your face.” She dipped her fingers into the rich lather and smoothed it over his jaw, drawing it down to his chin, and paused. She could feel his stare as he watched her in the mirror. She resisted the temptation to look up and slathered more shaving gel down his other cheek.

  “You spoil me,” he said in a baritone voice and encircled his arms around her waist.

  Randi lifted her gaze and met the wildfire blazing in his eyes. A shaky breath parted her lips and she glided the lather underneath his nose. If she didn’t stop now, there would be no stopping. Randi wiped her hand on the towel and twisted from his embrace.

  “Is that enough soap?” he asked, glancing at her and then back at his reflection.

  “Take the razor…” She nodded at the razor on the counter.

  He picked it up and held it up.

  “Here, let me show you,” she said and placed her hand over his, trying to control the trembling in her fingers as she guided the blade down the side of his face. “Now be careful because the blade is very sharp and will glide through the gel, so don’t press too hard.” She lowered her hand, allowing him to take control.

  “Just hard enough?” he asked and brought the razor down his neck. The razor head left a clean-shaven path of skin and she moved from him so he could continue.

  “That’s perfect.” She swallowed hard, never dreaming such a simple act could be so sensual.

  His forearm flexed as he lifted the razor to shave another path down the side of his face.

  “Rinse the razor and then shave another strip.”

  He did as instructed and turned his attention to the other cheek.

  Randi watched him take another confident stroke. Was it possible he really knew how to shave and had just wanted to tease her? She bit her lip. Could his DNA retain certain memory cells from the original donor?

  “You have an incoming call from Ellen Forte,” the house computer announced.

  “Are you okay to finish up?” she asked him, but left before he could answer. Her body resisted leaving the mesmerizing scene, but it was a call she needed to take.

  * * * * *

  The call with Ellen was unsettling. The Board was pressuring for results. They demanded a visual of the project next week and Ellen insisted on a private preview. She didn’t care what stage of development the prototype was in. She wanted to see it.

  Randi worried about William. He acted like a man, but didn’t understand everything—like shaving.

  Returning to the bathroom, she was pleased he’d decided to take a shower on his own. Standing in the doorway, she watched him lather the soap and move the bar over his chest. Fine chest hairs glistened in the sunlight streaming through the row of windows above the shower.

  Her gaze devoured him as he moved soapy hands over his sleek body. The need to feel him seized Randi and she closed her eyes. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts about him.

  “All I want is to make love to you,” she murmured.

  He lifted his head, glancing sideways at her from beneath the spray. He pushed the wet strands of hair from his face and smiled.

  “Making love to you is all I live for,” he said and stretched out his hand. Her legs wobbled under her as her bare feet slapped the tile floor. She tugged the nightshirt over her head. She locked onto his stare and her heart stopped beating for a split second. She felt she’d cream into a puddle of need at his feet and dropped the nightshirt to the floor just as she stepped into the shower with him. She gasped as the water splashed over her face.

  Strong arms surrounded her and she slipped against his soapy body. William lowered his head and pressed a long kiss into the hollow of her neck. Goosebumps cascaded over her when he sucked the tender skin between his lips.

  “I can’t get enough of you, William.” She ran her hands down his arms. Her pulse quickened as she lathered the soap over his skin. The sensation of his muscled body soapy and wet underneath her touch set her body on fire.

  She drew the soap down his chest while the fine spray splashed against her cheeks. The soap bar slipped fr
om her grasp and bounced into the center of the bathroom. He chuckled and she ran her hands across the sharply defined planes of his torso.

  “Randi. I want to make love to you now.” His voice, deep and full of emotion, sent a wave of heat over her.

  She cradled the side of his face with her hand and stood on tiptoes to receive his kiss. Her lips slid against his wet ones as the water fell over them. He tasted good and she opened her mouth to his.

  Steam rose around them. Her breasts slid over his soapy chest as their bodies entwined under the shower’s spray. Water drenched her hair and ran in rivulets down her back. It was like being underneath a waterfall. Warm and tingling…slick and soapy. She writhed against him, raising one leg to his waist, and gasped when he lifted her from the floor, drawing both legs around him.

  Fiery sensations lashed every nerve ending when he pressed her back against the glass wall. She tensed against the coldness. He guided himself into her and all her worries fell away, leaving only one thought—William. Her heart tugged with a bittersweet feeling. Tears filled her eyes. She was grateful the water masked the emotions ravaging her.

  William’s cock teased her opening and he thrust it inside her, pulling her against him. He moved in and out, hard and fast, while supporting them with his legs braced apart. His breath came in deep grunts, echoing in the tile shower stall.

  “My William,” she said and sucked on his earlobe as he pumped his cock into her. Clasping her hands, he pulled her arms above her head, pinned to the wall as he fucked her harder.

  Fire consumed Randi. Every tender spot tingled with the raw need to reach that glorious point of hot release. She cried out as the coiled energy sprang from her groin and blazed up her spine. He followed, releasing a groan between clenched teeth as he came. Randi draped her arms over his shoulders, gasping and kissing his neck, his cheek and finally his lips.

  * * * * *

  Randi rose from the bed, unable to sleep—too exhausted. She had to be the most sexually satisfied woman on the planet. So why couldn’t she sleep? How could she leave those arms that held her so snuggly? She glanced back at William then closed the door, suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. Bitter tears burned her eyes. How easily she’d forgotten over the past weeks…how quickly she’d been reminded by Ellen’s call. William was not a real man. William didn’t really like the same things she did. That was just a program she’d designed to interact with her personality. Oh sure, he had conscious thought, but even her data proved he was still governed by technology.

  Her happiness shattered and emptiness rushed in. They had no real relationship. They had some rather shallow conversations, but he was just a very advanced machine she could turn off any time she wanted. It was easy. She could end his sleeping mode right now and shut him down completely. The thought only compounded despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  It was as if William, the man she was falling in love with, had suddenly died. Love? God, when had she fallen in love with him? Randi ran her hand through her hair and sat down on the couch. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts. She knew what William was and yet emotionally she didn’t care. But she’d been forced to care by Ellen’s phone call.

  How could she sit by while Ellen indulged in a demonstration of William’s adept lovemaking? She swiped the tears from her eyes and sniffed. Ellen was anxious and concerned, but once she met William, her boss would be ecstatic. The thought of William fucking Ellen made her shake with anger. Rage burst open and her hands tightened into hard fists.

  “I’m so screwed,” she whispered and rubbed her burning eyes. “I have to stay focused on the project. That’s what I must do. He isn’t real. It’s all fantasy. William is a sex replacement, nothing more.” Even as she spoke the words, Randi’s heart rejected them.

  She sat up the rest of the night trying to convince herself that the soul she occasionally glimpsed in his eyes was nothing more than her brilliant programming. Instead of reassuring, the thought crushed her spirit. Randi sat with her legs bent, resting her chin on her knees. How had she become so attached to him? She gnawed on her lower lip, sucking it in and out of her mouth.

  She heard him moving about in the bedroom. Trembling, she brushed the tears from her cheeks and lowered her legs, clicking on the holograph magazine so that when he entered the den, she appeared to be reading.

  “What’s wrong?” He raked his hand through his hair, looking down at her through sleepy eyes.

  Her heart throbbed at the way he squinted against the lamplight, appearing so human. She glanced away, realizing she’d not programmed him to wear clothes, and made a mental note to add it to the next download.

  “Are you sick?” he asked with concern shining in his eyes.

  “Too much sex.” She forced a smile. “Great sex, but I’m not used to any of this—”

  He planted his hands on his hips. Even his six-pack was like the pictures in the museum. Well, of course it was, she’d patterned him after those photos and programmed the nanites, yet she wondered how much was the result of DNA.

  “What’s worrying you? That I work too well? Do you still think of me as nothing more than a robot? Is that it?”

  “William…” She reached out and clasped his hand. “You’re so much more than a sex replacement to me.”

  “Yeah, baby, I am.” He sat down beside her and she moved to sit on his lap. “Why is that a problem?” He pressed a kiss onto her forehead and she bowed her head.

  “Even though you’re all those things, you still aren’t…human,” she murmured.

  “Randi, why do you think I have to be human to be more than a machine?”

  She shook her head.

  “Maybe I’m more human than you know,” he whispered in her ear.

  * * * * *

  Randi called in sick that morning. A heavy weight seemed to churn in the pit of her stomach. She needed more time with William to sort out her feelings before the demonstration with Ellen. Somehow she must regain her perspective as a scientist first.

  It was late morning when William knocked on the office door and entered with a tray of coffee and hot pastries.

  “Break time,” he announced and set the tray on the desk in front of her. The aroma of freshly ground coffee quickened her hunger pangs.

  “How thoughtful.”

  “What exactly are you working on?” He handed her the coffee mug and set the plate in front of her. “Danish with melted butter, just the way you like.”

  “You’re the perfect companion, William.”

  “And so I should be, my love. We couldn’t be better matched had you programmed me,” he smiled at his joke, standing in front of her dressed in lounge pants and no shirt.

  Her pulse quickened. Every cell in her body seemed to zing alert whenever near him. She started to comment that she had in fact programmed him to be her perfect match when the house computer interrupted them.

  “You have a call from Ellen.”

  “I’ll receive it.” She motioned for William to leave the room. Reluctantly, he turned and closed the door behind him.

  “I’ll take the call in my lab,” she said and grabbed the lab coat, pulling it over her as she hurried from the room and down the hall to the lab.

  “Computer, answer the call,” she said, slamming the heavy door behind her, but it jarred open. The lights flickered on and she sat down on the stool.

  “Randi?” Ellen’s image flashed in front of her. Ellen was wearing a blue business tunic.

  Randi clicked the transmit button allowing Ellen to see her. Her boss’s tense expression relaxed.

  “Hi, Ellen, sorry to worry you. I worked later last night that I anticipated, so I’m off to a slow start this morning.”

  “As long as you’re okay. I knew the sick call was for your department’s benefit. Look, the Board has moved up the meeting. We need to reveal the prototype to them tomorrow night.”

  “Tomorrow? Ellen, that’s too soon,” Randi said. “I thought you said next week with your private demo
nstration tomorrow—”

  “Randi?” William’s voice sounded from the hall and she jerked around. “Where did you put the fresh towels? I wanted to take a shower.” He entered the lab before she could respond.

  “Randi?” Ellen leaned forward in her chair. “Oh my God. Is that him?”

  William waltzed into the phone’s visual range, naked and unaware of the significance of his entrance.

  “Hey, Ellen. I’m William. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  “Randi!” Ellen screeched. “What have you done?”

  “Look, Ellen,” Randi said. The energy drained from her and she felt like a child caught doing something wrong. “Let me explain.”

  “You can’t. I’m coming over right now.” Ellen ended the transmission.

  “Dammit!” she cried and bowed her head. Her worst fears had just manifested and she was powerless to stop the wave about to slam into her. William would no longer be just hers. He would become a company commodity. He would be taken to the company laboratory. Tissue samples would be taken from him daily to clone replicas. He would feel as though he was in a prison until the corporate announcement and then he would be put on public display for every media opportunity.

  She’d known his fate before she’d ever created him, but until the last few days Randi hadn’t considered what would happen next. Somehow being with him had allowed her to escape the harsh realities she now faced.

  “Did I do something wrong, baby?” he asked with a blank look on his face, but she sensed he knew exactly what he’d done.

  “Just go finish up your shower. The towels are still in the kitchen, in the basket on the counter.”

  “Okay.” William seemed pensive.

  “I’m all right, William. Just…get your shower and put on the black slacks and white dress shirt. My boss is on her way over.”