Her Very Special Robot

by Ann Jacobs

  Instead of doing her bidding right away, though, her robot laid his satin-smooth, silver head on her breast and drew that nipple between what felt like human teeth while he laid one big hand on her mound and found her wet, swollen clit.

  Damn, she liked his tongue ring. She’d liked Jack’s, too. And this robot knew just how to use his tongue to get her hot. Her pussy clenched and her clit tightened against searching fingers that felt amazingly real.

  Allie slid her hands down his hot, hard body while he sucked her breasts methodically, flicking first one and then the other with his tongue. His heartbeat, or whatever it was that ticked inside his massive chest, accelerated when she found and gently tugged at the chain that connected his nipples and his cock.

  “Gift wrapping?” She slid her hand lower and rotated the thick PA ring. God, was that pre-come lubricating her fingers?

  No. Couldn’t be. Robots couldn’t come. Could they?

  “A mistress’s protection. If you want me to fuck you, you must take it off.” He took her hand, his grip firm yet oddly gentle as he moved it to the clasp. “Here.”

  “All right. I think I may take you home with me.” She rolled onto her side, tossing one leg across his hot, hard-muscled thigh while she found the clasp, slid the chain through the PA and reconnected it by running the extra length back through his nipple rings.

  Oh God! He was too good to be a toy. But she was too fucking hot to care. “Okay, robot, do your thing.” As she lay back against cool, smooth sheets, she spread her legs and waited.

  Chapter Two

  Fuck. She was buying it hook, line and sinker. His gaze on her hot body laid out for his pleasure, Trace fished in the basket of toys, pulled out a butt plug and smeared it with lubricant. First, he gently used it to massage her anus until it opened for him. Gently, for he didn’t want to hurt her, he inserted it until its base rested against her damp, swollen labia. Her surprised but obviously pleased exclamation and a fresh gush of moisture from her pussy told Trace that Jack hadn’t been lying when he once mentioned that Allie liked being fucked in the ass.

  Too bad. Trace rubbed his freed cock along her warm, wet slit. As big as he was, he wouldn’t dare try to take her that way, so the plug would be as close as she’d get to anal with him. Unless she really wanted it that way. He could take out the hardware and—

  His balls tightened at the contact with her slick, satiny cunt. “Let me put the chain around your neck,” he said, unfastening it from his nipple rings and draping it over her shoulders.

  Looped three times around her neck, the chain nestled between Allie’s breasts while he feasted on a rosy nipple and pale pink areola. With one hand, he kneaded the firm, full orb.

  Real. He’d often wondered because her big boobs looked so perfect. But this was no silicone he was playing with. His cock twitched, and more lubrication oozed out around the PA.

  “Oooh. Don’t stop.”

  Her clit swelled against Trace’s balls. When he flicked his tongue ring over her nipple, he earned a sexy little sigh.

  “Imagine some guy is fucking your pretty ass while I suck your nipples.” He wanted to say more, tell her how good she tasted, conjure up memories in her head of the threesomes Jack had told him she sometimes enjoyed. But he was supposed to be a robot, and he didn’t think robots would be programmed with any but the most rudimentary ability to speak.

  She opened her legs wider, let out a little moan that almost made him drop the role and take her the way he wanted—the way he figured she wanted, too. “God yes. Make me come. But then you’ve got to fuck me.”

  Trace was only too willing. Taking one last tug on her hard little nipple, he positioned himself, curling his body so he could give her his cock to play with and still get his mouth on her clit.

  She used her tongue to lap up his pre-come then caught the PA ring and rotated it until the captive bead rested in the slit at the tip of his cock. When she closed her lips over his cock head and sucked him, the dydoes vibrated. Shit, this felt like heaven. He should have gotten the piercings years ago and stretched his PA, too. Her fingers tickled his scrotum when she played with the ladder of barbells there and the frenum ladder along the lower side of his cock.

  The weeks of pain he’d suffered, the temporary celibacy and warm salt water soaks he’d had to endure a couple of months ago while those piercings healed had been worth it if Allie got off on them. And it seemed she did. Trace’s only regret was that he’d have to take it easy, or take the jewelry out before they fucked. If he didn’t, he’d risk hurting her. Another downside to having a monster cock.

  With one hand, he worked the butt plug while he sucked and licked her clit. He slid one finger, then two and finally three inside her pussy and moved them in and out. Slowly, then faster. God, but she was wet. And hotter than any woman he’d ever fucked. Stabbing his pierced tongue deep into her hot, spasming cunt, he lapped up her juices.

  She was using her tongue, too. And her mouth. Shit, she was deep-throating him. When she swallowed the head of his cock, it set off sensations that felt like nothing he’d ever felt before.

  Fuck. He was gonna come. When he did, the jig would be up.

  He pulled out just in time.

  “Put your huge cock in my pussy now,” she said, dragging him up her body with his nipple rings. “Fuck me, Trace. Make me come again.”

  Trace? Had she called his name, or was he hearing what he wanted to hear?

  “A condom,” he gasped. “In the basket,” he added while he worked the plug out of her pretty ass.

  She gave him a funny look, but then she found one of the plastic-wrapped packages and rolled it onto his cock. “Even robots do safe sex these days, I guess,” she said as she bent and tongued the barbells in his balls.

  “Even robots don’t want to scratch your hot little cunt. Ride me.” That way she could take as much or as little of his oversize cock as she wanted. And wearing the condom, he wouldn’t get her pregnant if he screwed up and came in her.

  Trace set Allie’s hands on his chest then cupped her breasts in both hands while she moved on him. Very lightly, he drew a distended nipple into his mouth and tugged on it.

  She screamed when he hit her G-spot. Her hot moisture rained down on his baby-butt bare pubes. Her pussy gripped him like a burning fist, squeezing and milking him as though she’d never let him go. The wet, slapping sounds of sex had him having to hold back, because he wanted to come like he’d never wanted anything before. She used her fingers to toy with the rings in his nipples, and he took that to mean she wanted him to tug harder on her own.

  When he dug his fingers into her firm little butt and worked two fingers up her ass, she spread her legs wider and sank on him all the way to his balls.

  He’d never been fucked so good. Never.

  Gritting his teeth, he tried like hell to hold out, but when she screamed and her pussy started contracting wildly against his straining flesh, he started spurting. “Oh, baby,” he yelled as the first waves of his climax flowed through him. No chance she’d let him go for a repeat performance as a robot.

  Trace dragged Allie down against his chest and held her tight. God, please let her want me for me.

  * * * * *

  “Allie?”

  The sound of a low-pitched masculine voice whispering her name startled Allie from the most restful sleep she’d had in over a year, since they’d called and told her Jack was hurt and wasn’t expected to live. Her cunt felt pleasantly sore, as though the fucking she’d dreamed about hadn’t been a dream after all.

  When she looked up, she saw Trace, wrapped head to toe in one of the resort’s hooded terry robes. Only his tanned face and big feet showed. He raked her with that deep-blue gaze she’d always said could charm the panties off a nun, as though he had a secret he intended to share with her in his own good time.

  “Trace?” When had he arrived? Or had he?

  Her robot had been as tall as Trace. And as buff. Of course the robot had been silver and had
red eyes, and he hadn’t had any hair. Anywhere. Except for long, thick eyelashes. She grinned when she recalled the hardware. As far as she knew, Trace wasn’t heavily into body piercings. But it had been a long time since she’d seen him in swim trunks, and she was pretty sure his nipples weren’t pierced then. Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen him at all for a couple of months except for that brief moment last week when he’d insisted on not coming into her house.

  He sat beside her on the bed and lifted a jeweled chain that nestled between her breasts. “In the flesh, baby. What’s this?”

  Vaguely, Allie recalled slipping that chain through her robot’s PA and nipple rings and letting him drape it around her neck. “A chain,” she said. “Pretty, isn’t it?”

  “Uh-huh. Where did it come from?”

  “My robot. I guess it actually came from you since you arranged for him.”

  “I did, didn’t I? Do I get a thank-you kiss?”

  She thought he’d never ask. “Yeah. Why don’t you come on down here so I can kiss you right. You know I’ve wanted to for a long time, don’t you?”

  “So have I, baby.” A familiar, heady smell of cinnamon wafted into her nostrils when he bent and took her mouth, rubbing his tongue across her lips until she opened to him. Allie played with the barbell on the underside of his tongue, wanted more.

  With one hand she brushed away the hood of his robe. As she’d suspected, his head was shaved. Smooth and satiny. No more of the dark brown hair she’d often dreamed of running her fingers through these last few weeks. Just skin. She liked how he looked bald, loved how it felt to caress his bare scalp. The sensation of just a hint of soft stubble under her fingers was even better than the feel of silky strands of hair. His baldness accentuated his gorgeous blue eyes, made him look even sexier than before.

  Looking into his taut, tanned face, Allie noticed Trace had no eyebrows either, though the sight of his eyes had distracted her so she hadn’t noticed that right away.

  “You were the robot.” She drew away and gestured toward the all-encompassing robe. “Take that off.”

  He shrugged out of the garment, a sheepish grin on his face. “Guilty as charged, darling. And ready for a repeat performance.”

  She hadn’t been hallucinating. Trace had not a hair on his gorgeous, suntanned body. And the jewelry she’d thought was a figment of her imagination was all there, winking out of his monster cock that was growing harder and bigger before her eyes.

  Allie gestured toward the flashy gems. “You did all that for me? Or have you always had them?”

  Trace sat again, this time toying with her breasts, tugging gently on the hardening nipples between thumbs and forefingers while using his big, calloused hands to knead the sensitive flesh. He was so hot. So sexy. Damn it, Allie wanted him to shove his beautiful cock in her pussy and fuck her again, this time as himself.

  But he didn’t. Instead, he loosened the chain and slid something he’d retrieved from his robe pocket onto it. “That’s from me, but don’t look just yet. I’ve had the Prince Albert since I was in college. The rest I did to get a part in this series of adult movies. They wanted me for the part because of my size.”

  “As a stuntman?”

  “Not exactly. I’m sort of an actor. I play an android gone berserk, which gave me the idea when you mentioned wanting a fucking robot that I might do a decent job at playing the part, since fucking you is what I’ve wanted to do ever since I first saw you. Before you hit on Jack.”

  Oh God. He’d never even hinted he was hot for her. Not back then and not since Jack’s death, other than something she hadn’t been able to get a handle on, that feeling that Trace would like to be more than her best friend. “I never knew.”

  “And you never would have known if we hadn’t lost Jack.” He paused and brushed a tear off Allie’s cheek. “He was my best friend. But hell, Allie. He’s gone, and I love you. I’ll even quit doing the dangerous stunts so you won’t worry.”

  “You don’t have to. Now I want you to fuck me. You, not the fucking robot.” She lay back, did her best to pull him on top of her. “Damn it, don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Trace braced his upper body on his arms and settled between her legs. Allie loved the heat, the feeling of rightness about submitting to her best friend. Her lover. Trace, not an android programmed to give her pleasure but a man. Her man.

  She loved the feel of him, heavy and hot on her, his heartbeat strong and slow against her breasts, his breath hot against her lips when he ran his tongue along the seam of her them, opening them and tongue-fucking her while he rocked against her, his PA nudging at her pussy. Seeking entrance. Gently.

  Inch by inch, he penetrated her, stretching her cunt to take him yet obviously holding back. “Fuck me, Trace. You won’t hurt me. Oh God, I love it when you ram your big, hot cock in me. Don’t—don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, baby.” He gathered her in his arms, held her steady for each long, deep thrust. “Come for me, now.”

  She couldn’t deny him, couldn’t ignore the heat coursing through her body, the sensation of satisfaction coming…but more, the sense of rightness. Of knowing Trace loved her, knowing she loved him, too. “God yes.”

  Waves of ecstasy flooded her as he tensed and started to come, long hard bursts that enhanced her own orgasm. When it was over he held her, mingled sweat and tears and overflowing emotions.

  Much later Allie smiled down at him. “I’d never imagined you with a shaved head, but I like it. Lots of times I’d wonder how it would feel to rub my fingers through that long, silky mop you used to have,” she said as she rubbed her hands over an especially sensitive spot at the base of his skull. “Are you ever going to grow it out again?”

  “The hair—all of it—has to stay gone until the series is over, which I hope will be a long time since it means I won’t have to risk life and limb to bring home paychecks.” He hoped she liked it, particularly the shaved pubes, because he’d just discovered how good it felt, his smooth, bare flesh on her even smoother bare flesh when they fucked. Not to mention when she gave him head without that snarl of pubic hair in the way.

  “I don’t mind.” Her silky fingers felt like heaven when she slid them over his chest, stopping to tweak the ring in his left nipple. “What about these? I’m pretty sure you didn’t have them the last time we went walking on the beach.”

  “Nope. They’re new, too. I have to keep the holes open, which means keeping jewelry in them most of the time while the movies are shooting. It hurt like hell to get the piercings in the first place, and I’d hate having to get them repierced.” He’d do it, though, if Allie wanted him to.

  Very slowly Trace picked up her hand and slid on the ring he’d hung onto the chain. “How about it? Are you willing to take me as your very special Christmas present? I know I want you to be mine, not just now but for always.”

  “You do?” From the grin on his face, Allie figured Trace realized she didn’t mind at all, fucking a guy who sometimes looked more like a robot than a robot.

  Hot tears made tiny pathways down her cheeks. She’d had no idea Trace had wanted any more than a roll in the hay. If she had…

  She might have backed off, not because of Jack as much as because of how it had hurt when he killed his fool self doing stunts, knowing Trace did them, too, only apparently with more skill, at least when it came to that stunt that had left Jack dead—and Trace very much alive when he’d performed it later.

  But he’d only come on to her now, after trading his stuntman job for a movie acting role, even if it was as a hairless, silver-bodied robot with red contacts obscuring his eyes. And she loved him for it. Man or robot, Trace was damn special. Allie wanted to marry him, sleep with him, have his kids and grow old with him. Hair or no hair, body jewelry or none.

  “I’ll marry you, darling, if you’ll just throw off that robe and fuck me the way that robot did. By the way, I like you bald and I love the decorations.” With that, she bent and took his glitter
ing cock in her mouth while he spread her legs and returned the favor.

  “Oh yeah, and I like how you give head,” he muttered when he moved off her and stuffed her dripping pussy with his monster cock. “Now come again for me, baby. I know you can.”

  “Oh yes.” She loved the way he stretched her, filled her to the brim. His satiny balls bounced along her slit, enhanced the pleasure. Mouth to mouth, breast to chest, together as only lovers can be. Allie loved the heat, the pressure. Oh God. The spurting, heated bursts that bathed her womb triggered her own climax. Again and again, until all she could do was cling to Trace and let the waves carry them along.

  To a place more special than she’d ever been before.

  * * * * *

  And so it was, in a ski resort in Wyoming, Allie found her own personal fucking robot. As they stood by the fireplace at the Chateau of a Thousand Pleasures to say their vows, Trace’s finest robotic attributes lay cloaked for the moment under stretchy ski pants and a Nordic patterned sweater. Allie could hardly wait to get him back to their suite. She had plans for him. Plans that involved stroking every inch of his satiny skin, playing with his piercings and checking out his considerable fucking talents again. And again. And again.

  The End

  About the Author

  Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.

  First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.