Interlocking Hearts

by Roxy Mews

  Through the haze of sex, she realized the door was still open and due to his magic fingers wouldn’t be closing anytime soon. This bot had a thing for public nookie. But it seemed she was the only one getting naked.

  “I thought we were going back to your room.” She managed to pant out as he sucked in a harsh breath again.

  “In a minute. I’m having too much fun with you here.”

  Paisley’s pulse skyrocketed. She didn’t have time to seduce him and take her pleasure like she usually did. This guy was giving her better than she had ever taken for herself. She loved it. This wasn’t a bad idea at all. Ben McHotPants, who? Robohippie was the masturbatory fodder of the future.

  “I’m the only one that’s had the fun so far. Care to show me what kind of fun I get to have once we make it to your room?”

  She was hoping for another good look at the vibrating cock but instead he took her breath away with another kiss. With her arms still trapped, she couldn’t even reach for him. She was trying to wiggle out when she heard the rip.

  Her bra wasn’t one that opened in the front, but that didn’t stop Robohippie. He tore through the fabric and wire with just a snap of his fingers. He pulled the cups away and shoved them down her shoulders to join her blazer and blouse. As soon as she was even more tightly restrained, his hands found her breasts and she didn’t have the will power to try and speak. She’d have to ignore the pinch of his fingers as he rolled her tightly budded nipples between them. She’d have to ignore the thrust of his hips, and she’d have to ignore the vibrations that began as he rubbed in harsh slow circles against her.

  She was panting and throbbing and almost to the edge again when he pulled from her so suddenly that she stumbled forward.

  She was about to ask him why the fuck he stopped, but before the first cuss word was forced through her airways, he was on his knees in front of her. He pulled the tear at the bottom of her skirt until the slit became anything but decent and spun the fabric. He parted the sides like a curtain and then shoved her panties to her ankles. She couldn’t walk her legs apart as he pressed her knees open. All she could do was slide down the wall until she was almost sitting to open herself up in front of him.

  She was soaking wet. This was one of the hottest things that had ever happened to her, be it with one man or two. It only took two fingers and the fastest tongue on the planet, and Paisley cried out her release to echo around the tiny space they were holding hostage.

  Her legs started to shake as he pulled his fingers from her. She tried to lift her leg to free it from the underwear. Before she made an inch of progress, he pulled her up into his arms. One hand held her hips and one pulled the clothes from her top.

  As soon as her arms were free, she wrapped them around his neck. He dropped her clothes somewhere in the hallway. She needed a new suit anyway.

  A quick zap of his fingers and they walked into his room. He put her on her feet and let the door slam shut behind him.

  Paisley kicked off her heels. Stepped out of her underwear and unbuttoned the waistband of what remained of her skirt. She wasn’t the thinnest, wasn’t the curviest, but she knew how to sway her hips and curl her lips to make the men drool.

  Normally her seductive stalk had the men panting and trying to see every inch of her. Maybe his confidence came from being a robot, or because he had already seen every inch of her oiled up—wherever it came from, he had some serious swagger.

  A quick whir of motion and he stripped out of his clothes faster than Paisley had ever thought possible. His cock lay long and thick against his leg. Paisley licked her lips and dropped to her knees.

  She didn’t know what parts of his skin transplant had all the nerves necessary, but as he pulsed and grew harder under her grip, she figured he had enough to enjoy some head.

  Paisley leaned in and started to lick him like a lollipop. He wound a hand in her hair and moved her faster. He set the pace he wanted, and although she didn’t have a robotic tongue like his, she did her best to keep up soft wet licks anytime she had enough space in her mouth.

  She tried to reach up to grab his balls, but he didn’t appear to have any. That little surprise stalled her progress enough that he was able to pull her up and throw her on the couch.

  She bounced on impact and tried to sit up. Once again, he used his strength to keep her right where he wanted her. With one hand on her shoulder to keep her flat, his other hand gripped her ankle and pulled it up and away from her body.

  He stared at her center and Paisley felt her pussy grab at the air, begging for him to fill her up. All he gave her was his tongue.

  “Please. I really want that cock inside me.”

  His head came up, but he kept her pinned in place. “You’re desperate for cock from someone when you don’t even know their name. Maybe I want to know more about you before I give you any more orgasms.”

  She looked down at her body spread before him. “I think you know quite a lot about me.”

  He stalled. His body seemed to lock down as he asked, “Have you ever been with a piece of mechanics for sexual pleasure before?”

  She wasn’t sure if the vibrator app on her phone counted, but she hoped to hell this guy wasn’t going to try and tell her she was too inexperienced for him. She ran her hands through his hair. His scalp seemed to move under her fingers, but before she could ask him about it, he snapped out of it.

  He released her shoulder and slid a finger inside her.

  Paisley stopped trying to get up and pushed back against his hand trying to make him go faster. “I’ve got a very extensive vibrator collection, but that’s it.”

  “What if I told you I have special skills programmed in to please women?” He added a second finger to stretch her, but slowed his pace.

  Paisley’s head popped up. “Then I’d say you were with women who couldn’t handle as much as me, because you are going damn slow now.”

  What had happened to the man in the elevator? He’d better come back soon, or Paisley was just going to hop on top of him and get what she needed like any other man.

  “I want you to tell me something about yourself before I fuck your brains out.”

  “My name is Paisley Compton. I am working with the DMA starting tomorrow, and I want to hop on your cock and feel that beast vibrate inside of me. Don’t make me beg, because I flat out won’t do it.”

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked as his fingers finally picked up the pace.

  “Yes.” Paisley’s attitude slipped away as he pressed her knee to her chest to open her wider and began to hook his fingers just the right way inside her.

  The pressure began to build higher and higher.

  His fingers pulled from her with a wet pop, but before she could complain, she felt the heat from the head of his cock begin to press against her pussy. She slid forward to move the action along. She didn’t give a damn if she’d be sore.

  Then the door opened.

  His roommate walked over and pulled Robocock away from her. Paisley was too on edge to be embarrassed.

  She dropped her knee but didn’t bother to cover. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it anyway.

  Ben’s voice boomed over their heavy breathing. “What the fuck, dude!”

  Mr. Hottie didn’t even look at her, which pissed her off. Instead he pointed at her and yelled at Robocock.

  “She is not a fucking Anti-Mech leader. I told you what Briggs said. This is not necessary. You need to back off, because we are not at war with her, and this is not how you go about things now.”

  Paisley had a few orgasms under her belt, but she cooled off like someone dumped ice water on her.

  “Wait. Were you fucking me for information?”

  Robohippie put his hands on his hips, but his cock didn’t deflate in the slightest. “Well, not anymore, from the way my cover just got blown.”

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sp; Sexually frustrated was not the way to find out you were being fucked for intel. “The least you could have done was let him finish the job since he had already started it.”

  Ben McHotPants looked at her then. “Wait…what?”

  “I am pissed off, but if you would have waited a few more minutes at least I would have been fucked. Now I just got a little finger action and I’m left hanging on an orgasm from penetration and annoyed.”

  Paisley went to the nearby closet, which was the mirror to her room. Hanging inside were two jackets. One was a suit jacket that looked tailored within an inch of its life and probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. The other was a jacket that could have been worn by a guy who smelled like incense while buying rolling papers at the local tobacco shop. She grabbed them both. She wrapped Robohippie’s around her waist, tied it and slung it to the side to cover her lady bits. The other jacket she put over top of it. Far too big and way too low cut to be decent, but at least her nipples were covered when she turned back toward the men.

  “Please don’t talk to me again.”

  She slammed the door behind her before she realized her purse and key were still at the bar. As she went to the other elevator and pressed down, she took some solace in the fact she would at least give the bartender a little more material to work with.

  * * * * *

  Coral had said she could provide Paisley with a bill for her room service items after she got back on her feet. That was going to have to include the suit Paisley charged. The tailor shop in the lobby was filled with appropriate attire for working at the DMA. And luckily, they were willing to fit her with a shirt and a new pair of boring ass heels to match. Paisley didn’t even have a bra when she’d tried on the outfit, but she was full and perky enough that she could get the general idea of the fit.

  Yay boobs.

  Wrapping the scent of Ben McHottie’s cologne around her again before she headed to her room had her groaning. They thought she was an Anti-Mech asshole. She shouldn’t find them attractive anymore. And she really shouldn’t be thinking about knocking on their door and starting an argument to get a little hate-sex out of the deal.

  After she changed, she realized she felt immensely guilty for stealing a jacket that had tailor-made written all over it. Ben had some deliciously huge shoulders that tapered down to a waist just asking for legs to be wrapped around it. No way could someone like that buy off the rack.

  Paisley grabbed her stolen jackets and leaned her head out of the sliding door. She didn’t dare close the thing. Peeking her head around the side, she could see the men had their blinds drawn. She balled up the clothes and tossed them over to the guys’ balcony.

  Of course, she couldn’t be lucky enough for them to land safely. The suit jacket was heavy enough that it plopped over the railing and, aside from one arm dangling, it would be okay. Robohippie’s hoodie fluttered in the wind and began to float. The wind swept it up and it hovered in the air, taunting her for a moment before it began to descend between the two balconies.

  “Damn damn damn.” Paisley hiked a leg onto the railing and leaned over.

  On the plus side, she fisted the arm of the jacket before it went out of reach. On the down side, she got hold of it when her center of gravity was in the wrongest of wrong spots.

  “Eeeeeeeee!”

  Paisley’s life would have flashed before her eyes, but her brain was too full of cuss words for any kind of rational thought. Until her forward progress stopped under the weight of two very strong hands.

  “You could have just left them in front of our door.”

  Paisley was pushed upright. Her legs slid back over the balcony and her feet kissed the wooden slats with gratitude.

  After she made sure she had both feet on the ground she looked up. Ben was standing there dusting off his jacket. She handed his roommate’s hoodie over.

  “At least I’m not naked this time,” she mumbled.

  “That does make this meeting a bit less enjoyable. Well, that, and you nearly falling to your death to avoid confrontation with me.”

  Paisley opened her mouth to apologize, but shook that crap off in a second.

  “I appreciate you saving me, but our interactions have not been under the best circumstances.”

  The man she’d set out to seduce upon meeting him was a lot less appealing as he frowned at her.

  “All I did was stop Jon from having his way with you for ulterior motives. I would think you’d be grateful.”

  “What makes you think I wasn’t using him?” She gave him a second to make sure he was listening. “What makes you think I didn’t need some vibrating delicious cock shoved inside me, and I didn’t give a damn who it was attached to? Sometimes women need to scratch an itch. Just because he didn’t trust me doesn’t mean he couldn’t fuck me.”

  The shock on Ben’s face let her know she gave him enough to think about, and frankly she was exhausted. She went back inside and shut her blinds.

  She wasn’t going to think about how his pants tented under the pressure of a hard on that gave the one she’d just encountered a run for its money.

  Chapter Nine

  There are places you enter and know immediately, you don’t belong. The air feels thicker, the walls feel like they are leaning in on you, and for no real good reason, you want to get the hell away. That was how the office felt.

  Yep, the office was just as horrible as she’d feared. There wasn’t any gossip she could get into yet. Being the new kid on the block, she was the topic of gossip, and she was pretty sure she was the most interesting one they’d had in a long time.

  Paisley never did find the other pieces of her suit and bra that had been ripped from her body the night before. Either Jon had cleaned it up, or the maid staff had gotten just as much of an insight into her love life as the bartender. The new digs from the tailor in the lobby had arrived in time, and Paisley was lucky the shop did good work. She was decked out in a stunning black suit with a pale violet striping. It would look black from far away, but up close—and against her purple blouse underneath—the details popped.

  As it turned out, the government wasn’t anything like the palace. She was pretty sure most of the women in this office had never heard of a contouring powder, and if she tried to get them anywhere near a tattoo parlor, they would have run screaming for the hills.

  It also didn’t help that she was one of the younger people here. In actual years, she was probably only five to ten years younger than the median office population, but the way they acted aged them all a good three decades.

  Paisley tried to strike up a conversation about the last club she’d gone to when she was refilling her coffee, but they looked at her like she was telling them about her favorite corner to hook at.

  On the bright side, when she needed a night out trolling for someone to climb aboard and ride their rocket, it most likely wouldn’t be anyone she’d run into in the hallways the next morning.

  When lunchtime rolled around, Paisley was hoping to have Coral come along to a nearby restaurant. Unfortunately, her best friend had a date with meetings Paisley couldn’t in good conscience ask her to skip. When a sandwich cart rolled through, Paisley chose the least offensive item and walked outside to eat.

  Paisley braved the security checkpoint and tumbled on mechanical humanoid hangout supreme.

  There were three different robots with their chests pointed to the sun. They were recharging the solar panels that hooked into the outlets at their wrists. From a distance, they might have looked like old-fashioned women with the tanning boards trying to help the distribution of skin cancer to their faces.

  But these people didn’t have skin, and although their features appeared feminine, Paisley knew not to use male or female pronouns unless the bots told her how they gender identified. It was just rude.

  They all turned to her and opened their e
yes. They must have all been really low on charge because their eyes were bright red.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  “We have no authority to stop you,” one said. “You are the one who would be able to tell us to leave if you so choose.”

  Paisley had to look around the other two bots that went back to sunning themselves to address the angry one.

  “Hey, I just want to eat my sandwich, you want to soak up some sun to power your cells, I figure we could share space.” Paisley took a big angry tear at her sandwich. “I shouldn’t be surprised I guess. Everyone here has made me feel like a complete alien. Why should the bots be any different?”

  The only robot who cared to speak hopped down from the cement half wall and stood in front of Paisley.

  The bot’s eyes whirred and moved up and down Paisley’s body. For a second, she got a very uncomfortable reminder about her night last night, and wondered if the android would hit on her.

  “You are human. Why do you address us as if we are as well?”

  Paisley took her time chewing her bite. Seriously. Everyone needed so many specifics in their lives. Was she the only one on the planet who was happy to move through the world without a label?

  “She does a lot more than talk to robots as if they were human.”

  Paisley looked up to the sky. Sure enough she’d pissed off some deity to no end. Her almost one night stand was walking up to the building.

  “Why are you here? My day hasn’t sucked enough? You have to try and make it worse? I gave you back your clothes—you have no reason to bother me.”

  The three bots next to her all turned their heads at the same time to get the data from this conversation.

  Great.

  Robohippie looked at her and then turned to address the robots next to her. He looked at the two who obviously didn’t have the same attitude as bot number three before addressing the more vocal one as he would a classmate.

  “I was told to not speak to this human again. Should I risk disobeying an order?”