Ezra (New Carnegie Androids #6)

Chapter 7

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Ezra

Things are going better than I anticipated.

I’ve noticed Katrina talking to the women, specifically Rashelle and Jayne, at length. When Kyrone Johnson, Deion’s half-brother, arrives late with his wife, Briyanna, Katrina introduces herself and speaks with Bri for a long while. I worried Bri might choose to keep her distance, but the longer they interact, the more she smiles and seems at ease in Katrina’s presence.

When Katrina sits down to eat a small sampling of dessert at a table in the backyard, I join her, tuning into her conversation with Bri and Jayne.

“So, wait, I thought you had a boyfriend back in Ireland.” Katrina takes my hand beneath the table. I give it a squeeze, and she shoots me a soft smile.

I chuckle. “You’ve got something right there.” I motion to my chin.

She blinks and reaches for a napkin, embarrassed. “I get a little messy with good food.” She wipes down her face. “Better?”

“Let me.” I brush my thumb across her chin. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” she says.

When I turn to Bri and Jayne again, they’re both staring at me. Bri is grinning her widest. “What?” I ask flatly.

“Really?” Jayne teases. “Ya gonna flirt like that right in front of my dinner?”

I roll my eyes as the women begin to giggle, even Katrina. “That was hardly flirting.”

“It was sweet,” Katrina says. “But I’m going to get a tiny piece of that lemon meringue cheesecake before it disappears.”

“I’ll get it for you,” I say.

“Ooh, ooh, get me one too!” Jayne insists. “And a brownie. With vanilla ice cream. And Jenna’s butter cookies! And apple Snickers salad!”

I slowly rise, giving her a look. “Anything else?”

Jayne thinks about it. “Chocolate cake?”

“That’s a tall order.” Katrina chuckles as she gets up. “I’d better go with you. I want more lemonade anyway.”

“I wish I could eat cheesecake,” Briyanna laments. “If only I had a stomach.”

Keeping in mind everything Jayne asked for, I walk with Katrina to the spread of food.

“It really is too bad you can’t eat.” Katrina sighs. “All the food is delicious.”

I take her hand and pull her back to me, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I can’t eat or drink, but I am ravenous.”

She shivers against me. “Oh?”

“And I’ll feast upon you. Before this night is up. I promise you that.”

She’s a bit wobbly as she and I pile plates full of dessert and wander back to the picnic table, and I admire her without shame, finding victory in the color of her cheeks.

Throughout the late afternoon and into the evening as the barbecue continues, I’m beginning to embrace how attuned my gratification drive and my circuitry have become, how they react almost instantaneously to Katrina’s presence, her expressions, and vital scans. I try to calculate how long I’ve felt this way, how drawn I am to her.

Katrina’s dedication to what she believes is right and just rivals my own. Some people in the ACU believe me to be incapable of morality. I stick to the law; I don’t bend the rules. Or so they think.

Some laws are subjective. I’ve made my own judgment calls before when I thought it best. Especially when I’ve thought it best. Even while dealing with droids I don’t personally care for. I’m reminded of the decision I made when a championship fighter bionic, Dominic, was scheduled to be terminated. I couldn’t stop humans from taking action, but I could delete evidence in his memory banks that would’ve been used against him if the investigation deepened. Thankfully, his termination was prevented. Androids defending themselves from attack, reacting to abuse—those are the occasions I cannot simply rely on the basics of my programming.

If Deion knows I’ve looked the other way in order to protect those like me from abusers and violent oppressors, he hasn’t let on. He understands discretion, and he’d support me. Despite my hard work, not everyone is a fan of me in the department. Detective Marcus Weaver is probably my biggest critic, besides the commissioner. Deion’s gotten in Weaver’s way a few times, even caught him attempting to sabotage me by planting evidence. He’s finally arrived here at the barbecue, but conspicuously stays away from me and hovers close to his adult son. Deion thought it best to include him. Something about mending fences and making sure to avoid any resentment.

I’m grateful to Deion in more ways than one. He could’ve behaved like Weaver, treated me like an outsider or an interloper, someone here to take his job. But he’s made me a part of his family. He’s more than my handler or my partner. He’s my brother. At least, he’s the closest thing to it that I can fathom. I spy him talking to her next to the food table.

My audio receptors are sensitive. I can’t help but overhear; it’s how I’m made.

“It means a lot to Ezra, and all of us, that you came today.”

“I appreciate you having me,” Katrina says. She keeps eyeing the food, but abstains, occasionally glancing at me.

“It’s a brave thing you’ve done, coming here with him. I understand that risk.”

“It doesn’t feel like a risk,” Katrina says. “It’s the most relaxation I’ve had in ages.”

“Sounds like you really need a vacation, Miss Carson.”

“Oh, you can call me Kat. Everyone does.”

I’m reassured this is going better than I ever thought it would. I wasn’t sure if I made the right move inviting her here. Deion’s own reservations were on replay in the back of my mind. I’m not technically presenting her as my girlfriend today. We haven’t had a discussion like that to make it official. But anyone with two brain cells and eyes knows she came with me.

And she’s dressed far too deliciously with that slightly plunging neckline to just be here as my friend.

Seeing her interact with the most important women in my life—Rashelle and the best friend I never wanted, Jayne—has got my processors whirling. I don’t realize I’ve been gazing at Katrina again as I stand with some of the other detectives while they drink beer and chat, tuning out the conversation when it turns to city sports teams and the recent win by the New Carnegie Barons. I excuse myself and go to her.

Keeping myself at arm’s length has been unbearable, but I don’t want Katrina to feel smothered or overwhelmed by my constant presence in front of other organics, and I don’t dare interrupt the women. I value Jayne, but she likes to tease me. Sometimes incessantly. Deion, standing beside his wife with his arm around her, sees me approaching and grins.

“Sorry, Ezra,” he says. “We absconded with your date for the evening. I blame Rashelle.”

“I’ll take the blame, and I’m not sorry!” Rashelle laughs. “I really like her!”

My visual feed zooms in on Katrina’s face. I read her vitals and perform an automatic full body diagnostic scan. She seems quite at ease, flitting between different guests. Being so opinionated, I didn’t anticipate her adaptability. She’s friendly, sweet, and seems at ease while she chats with everyone.

For all this, she’s got a slight redness in her face, and her heart rate increases when I’m near her.

“Have I been neglecting you?” I ask.

“You haven’t,” she says quickly. There’s a brightness in her smile that’s genuine and new. “I lost track of time.”

Katrina’s more than happy to see me. I bask in that victory. “Shall I take you home?”

Hope is unmistakable in her eyes. She thanks Deion and Rashelle for having her, says goodbye to Jayne and Briyanna, and I stop briefly to speak with Deion.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him softly.

Deion understands I’m not coming home tonight. He gives a soft smile and doesn’t make a big deal about it. Not in front of everyone. But by the glint in his eyes, I’m sure it’ll be a topic of discussion when I get back. He claps my shoulder. “Until tomorrow.”

We head out the door. As we cruise back to her apartment, her hand finds mine and lightly squeezes.

“I realize it’s not the ideal date,” I begin to say.

“No,” she interrupts quickly. “I really enjoyed myself. You work with a lot of fantastic people. And the kids all playing and having fun? So sweet. It all made me a bit nostalgic for simpler times.”

“You mean before androids were invented.” I smirk.

“ Not what I meant.” She grins. “I didn’t have to worry when I was young, that’s all. I know you can’t relate, but...”

“There are child bionics. I understand innocence well enough.”

“True,” Katrina agrees. “So Rashelle told me you’ve never brought a woman over before. Is that true?”

“I never dealt with anyone I ever considered worthy of meeting my family.” I guide the car down her street.

“I’m honored,” Katrina replies. “I’m only sorry we didn’t meet sooner.”

I trace my thumb over her wrist. “Earlier might’ve been more complicated, but I don’t mind.” I offer her a faint smile.

“Neither do I. You were worth the wait.” She gazes at me. “Has anyone told you that you have a knockout smile?”

“I do?”

“Yes. Lab 317 really broke the mold with you. Literally.” Katrina blushes. “You should do it more.”

My circuits thrill at her praise, and my grin broadens. “I’ll remember that.”

Katrina rests her hand over mine. “So much has happened so quickly. If anyone would’ve told me a few months ago I’d be here, with you I’d never have believed them.”

“You’re right. From imminent danger to bionic spiders in the bathroom. It’s been a strange path, getting here.”

She laughs. “Stop.”

“You’ve survived hell twice, but spiders .” I tsk . “Spiders are too much for Katrina Carson.”

“Hey, listen,” Katrina retorts playfully. “Spiders are tiny, have way too many legs for no reason, and they can crawl all over you and bite you and—oh my god.” She looks at me, a slow grin spreading across her face. “God, I love your laugh too.”

I am chuckling. Playfully shaking my head, I shut off the amusement in an instant and go completely deadpan to tease her more. “I was laughing? Never. Not me.”

“You were!” she insists and squeezes my hand. “Don’t lie.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” I reply stoically. “It’s against my ultra-serious programming to laugh.”

Her own laughter is music to me. She sighs, rubbing beneath her eyes. “You know, I never imagined I’d wind up with a pet spider.”

“Has he become acclimated to his new surroundings?”

“Oh yes, he’s like a cat. Naps all the time, goes exploring, climbs everywhere. He’s probably waiting for me to get home. Always the first to greet me. I find myself missing him when I’m not home.”

“I’m sure he misses you too.”

Katrina takes my hand, weaving our fingers together, and rests it upon her knee. My gratification drive could almost purr. And when we arrive at her apartment complex, I walk around the car and open the door for her.

“So what’s it going to take for the big, grumpy, serious robot to admit he has feelings?”

“Does not compute,” I answer. “I feel nothing but satisfaction when justice is served.”

“Okay, calm down, Batman.” She giggles.

I toss her a smile. “I like Batman. Interesting character.”

“Don’t get any ideas.”

I escort her up to her floor. When we step out of the elevator, she pulls me down the corridor until I’m jogging to keep up with her. My circuits flutter and whir in my body, biocomponents streaming through my artificial veins, battery temperature ticking up enough to begin my cooling systems anew.

How this woman affects me.

She spins around as we slow in front of her front door and presses into me. Her eyes meet mine. “Is this where you kiss me good night, Detective?”

My processors spin, and my gratification drive, awake and working overtime in her presence, all but leaps inside me. I’ve never had such an ardent response from my programming. Kat has my entire circuitry composing symphonies beneath my skin, thrilling at her closeness, her scent, and the way she looks at me.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer. I can’t think of a reply, except to give her what she wants.

What I want.

I lean down, and she meets me halfway. Our mouths collide. What starts off slow and deep with an underlying smolder turns into hunger. The kiss breaks, and she gazes at me with half-lidded eyes, allowing me to steady her.

“Ezra,” she whispers, her nose lightly brushing against mine. “You kiss like...”

“Like what?”

Her hands rest on my nape. “The way I always hoped I’d be kissed.”

With fervor and need, my mouth crashes against hers a second time, and I meet her abandon with that of my own, turning her toward the door and slowly pinning her against it. Her fingers are spun in my hair. My hands slip from her waist to the small of her back, then cup her rear. Her gasp of delight is muffled against my lips.

A surge pulses through me. When she presses her hips against mine, my cock twitches in my jeans, moments from initializing. Her dusty pink lipstick tastes like vanilla, her tongue pi?a coladas.

“Stay with me tonight,” she whispers. “Please.”

That was always the plan. She scans her hand on the security pad, which glows blue as it unlocks. The door opens with a soft, “Welcome, Katrina,” playing from a speaker over the front door. I guide her inside and step out of my shoes as she takes off her boots.

I’ve been primed and coded to read human emotion and behavior better than any android edition out there, and Katrina is all heat. She bites her lip and flashes a coy smile, backing away playfully toward the open living room as I calmly advance upon her.

Kat

When Ezra walks toward me, my knees threaten to buckle right there and then.

Everything about him exudes pure sex appeal as he walks toward me, closing the distance between us. So confident, at ease, like he owns this apartment and everything in it, me included. At this moment I want it to be true.

Butterflies somersault in my stomach. The heat that erupted in my core has already pooled between my legs. I want this. I want him. His stark white eyes slowly rake over me, and I know he wants me too.

Fuck. Why did I wear jeans? I should’ve worn a skirt.

“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch, and I’ll go change?” I offer. I do have a cute little lingerie number I could put on, an impulse buy for when I wanted to feel sexy. My mind is running wild with all the possibilities.

“Not necessary.” He all but descends upon me. His steel arms wind around me as he claims my mouth with another deep kiss. For all of his strength and power, there’s a gentleness in the way he holds me. I wonder if he can sense how I’m trembling.

He pulls me to the sofa, guiding me to sit sideways in his lap. Our slow and smoldering kisses continue. His already-hard cock strains in his jeans against my ass, and I’m frustrated that he’s taking so long. Why doesn’t he just pounce? Eager, I shift on his lap, attempting to grind against him and tease him.

I want him so badly.

“I know this is new for you.” The rumble of his voice tickles my ear as his hands slide beneath my blouse, trailing my belly. Delightful shivers run along my spine, prickling my skin, sending every hair on my arms and the back of my neck on end.

I swallow, nodding.

“Are you certain about this?” His fingers grip my hair and guide my head sideways. I whimper as he plants kisses against my neck. “We can go slow.”

“I don’t want slow. ” Impatient, I reach between his legs and palm his groin, feeling his rock-hard dick and wondering what it’ll feel like inside me. He grunts, nuzzling me. “Hurry up!”

“You’ve never had a man before.” His teeth graze my earlobe, nibbling. “And I’ve never had a woman like you. We should savor this.”

I want to turn in his lap, take command, show him I’m just as capable as any experienced woman, but he holds me fast. “I’m savoring it plenty. I promise you that.” I nip his lower lip as he tilts my head back and kisses me.

“Katrina.” He unfastens my jeans. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” He teases the edge of my panties, making me squirm. “Arguing with you, even during intimacy?”

“Maybe,” I murmur as his fingers trail up to my shirt and toy with each button until they pop open, one after the other.

My blouse slips down my shoulders when he opens it, revealing my nude lace bralette. “I want to look at you again,” he mutters, leaning in and pressing a kiss to the curve of my breast.

“One peek in the bathroom wasn’t enough to tide you over?” His lips on my skin are electrifying.

“Not even close,” Ezra rumbles.

Before I even realize it, he’s made quick work of my bralette and slips it off. He takes a long moment to gaze at me, and I shift, too aware of the quickening pulse in my throat, the brief tightness in my chest.

I’ve never let a man see me like this before.

“Perfection.” His hand traces my spine as he leans in. Greeted with air and the thrill of his nose and mouth trailing up to my collarbone, my nipples are already stiff.

“You’re taking way too long,” I complain, retaliating by shifting in his lap again, my back to his chest. If he’s not going to give me what I want when I want it, I’m determined to be an unbearable cock tease.

Ezra hums deeply and spreads my legs apart, stilling my grinding. My jeans are still on, but that doesn’t seem to matter. He takes me gently by the neck, tilting my head to the side as he whispers into my ear, “Let me remedy that.”

Then his long fingers delve down beneath my panties, slipping between the folds of my pussy. An instant shock of pleasure erupts from my core as he finds my clit. With a soft, circular motion that starts off slow, he makes my legs jerk and my toes curl. “Is this what you wanted?”

A moan escapes me. “More.”

His ministration quickens. “More?” he practically purrs into my ear, voice deep and husky.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’ve never known pleasure like this. I’ve gotten myself off plenty of times, but he’s building this pressure to levels I can barely take.

“I remember this.” He hasn’t let go of my neck, holding my head up beneath my jawline, like I’m a toy marionette—the android—and he’s my master. That thought alone threatens to push me over the edge. “I remember how wet you were that night, how intoxicating it was to feel it. Hear it.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Keep going.”

He grits his teeth, like he’s fighting against himself, pulling at his own restraint. “I must’ve watched you come a thousand times. You’ve turned me into something obsessed, made my gratification drive close to an animal. All I can think about, at night, alone, is fucking you.”

Ezra pushes a finger inside me, then another, thumb teasing my clit in a new way. I can hear how soaking wet I am. I’m at the brink. The way he grips me, grinds his dick against me as I fuck myself on his fingers is too much.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming. Oh, god—Ezra—I’m going to scream?—”

His finger pistons into me, and he makes no attempt to quiet me. “Scream. Let me hear you.”

I cry out as waves of pleasure overtake me, my legs tensing and spasming. It’s the most explosive release I’ve ever experienced.

“Good girl.” He teases my ear with a kiss, then lets me go and rips my jeans down my hips.

Ezra

Everything about my insides, from my ivory biocomponents to my processors, is heated, and I ride the feeling for as long as I can.

Hot-blooded man . It’s a common term I’ve heard. This is the closest I’ve come to it. Katrina is different from anything I’ve ever experienced. Every move she makes, every sound that erupts from that beautiful throat I just held in my hand, sends triumphant surges up my sensors, feeding my gratification drive, emboldening me, driving me onward.

I’ve never understood the human obsession with chastity, but now I understand just how intoxicating the idea of virginity can be. Katrina has never been had by any man, organic or otherwise.

For lesser men, that would grant a false sense of safety, probably take the edge off their performance due to a lack of comparison. Make them feel like conquerors, when they have no rival.

Pathetic. Like a participation trophy. For me, it’s so much more.

It means there has never been a single human man who was worthy of Katrina’s time or attention.

Conquering Katrina isn’t something I’ve considered. And here she is, willingly disheveled by my touch, breathless, wanting more. We’ve come from two very different worlds, never expecting they’d collide. She’s been a part of my life without my even knowing it, just out of reach.

But now I have her.

Now she’s mine.

I mean to unleash everything I’ve learned on this luscious woman I’ve silently craved since our first debate. Being the first man to make her come has me near a sensory overload.

She has no idea just how tangled she has my circuitry.

I toss her jeans to the floor, stand her up, and spin her around to gaze at her naked form. My palms skim the swell of her hips as I drink her in. Katrina doesn’t shy from me, gazing down at me just as triumphantly.

“Like what you see?” She’s still a bit woozy.

“More than like,” I reply. Biding my time, I press my lips to her stomach and gaze up at her as she wraps her arms around my head, toying with my hair. Her stiffened rosy peaks beckon me, begging to be sampled, to be kissed.

The things I could do to every inch of this woman.

I want to taste her.

“You nearly ripped my pants in half.” Her bedroom eyes have me thinking of breaking her headboard as I take a moment to calibrate my next move. “I forget how strong you are.”

Her words decide it for me. I smirk at her. “Oh? Shall I remind you?”

She bites her lip and nods.

Sweet, demure Katrina.

Katrina pulls at my clothes, thinking she’s guessed my next course of action. I allow her to unbutton my shirt and loosen my belt before I grasp her wrists and move her hands away. “Not yet.”

Confusion flickers across her features. “This is a two-way street, isn’t it? You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” She nearly sounds defiant.

Another surge soars along my circuitry. Katrina thinks she’ll get under my skin with that attitude. Maybe at one time she did.

Now, it goads me. “Not today, it’s not.”

A gasp escapes her as I sweep her up into my arms and pin her against the wall. She tries to wrap her legs around my waist, but I keep them apart. She squirms, letting out a squeak as I lift her even higher and slip them over my shoulders instead.

She stares down at me, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. “Ezra...”

“You wanted to know how strong I was,” I say smugly, taking in her scent. My kisses tease her inner thigh and trace her folds. She wriggles and gasps, but I hold her firm. I blow gently across her velvet pussy and feel her shiver, goosebumps erupting across her soft skin.

Then my tongue finds her clit, still sensitive from before, and she erupts in a symphony of soft, rapturous noise where my name is her primary chorus. Driven on by how she grasps my head, fingers in my hair, I don’t relent. Lapping, swirling, enveloping myself in her taste, I don’t relent until she cries out again loudly, and her thighs clench around my head.

She goes completely limp. I lower her and gaze into her eyes as she clings to me dizzily.

“Oh my god.”

I can’t help but tease her. “My name is Ezra.”

“Very funny.” She hits my chest softly with a fist. “My legs are jelly.”

“Is that bad?”

She kisses me heatedly, tugging at my shirt. “Never.”

With my strength comes great care, even as we tumble into her bed together. She rests beneath me, arms wound around my shoulders, her slender hands tracing my shoulders and chest.

She glances apprehensively at her window, the blinds pulled up.

I follow her gaze. “Do you want me to lower the blinds?” I ask, brushing hair from her flushed face.

Katrina looks me in the eye and quickly shakes her head. “No.”

“Scandalous.” I grin as she eyes me up and down. By how her brows lift, I can tell she’s quite pleased with what she sees. “And if someone in the tower across the street happens to catch a glimpse of you?”

“I’ll tell them to mind their own fucking business,” she says, biting her lip.

My smile softens as I gaze into her eyes. Katrina works so hard to portray herself as being made of steel. I’ve noticed this shift in her. Now I see it in the way she looks at me, the way her touch grazes across my synthetic skin.

She’s released me from the final link in my chain. The city owns me, the precinct directs me, I am artificial, I’m metal and plastic, but here in her arms, I’m somehow more.

I’m free.

She’s made a machine into a man.

“Take a picture,” she teases. “It’ll last longer.”

“I have memory databanks, and I’m tethered to a backup cloud. You’re already technically on camera.” If only I could tell her how I feel. But the time isn’t right yet. Not here, not now, when we’re only just becoming intimately acquainted. I lean back on my knees and pull my belt from its loops, unzip my pants, and make quick work of them, pensive.

She notices. “You’re thinking of something.”

Sharp woman. “Just how beautiful you are,” I reply. “And how amazing it’ll feel when I finally fuck you.”

Her breath hitches. I run a diagnostic scan on her from head to toe and note her elevated heart rate. Satisfaction grips me that I affect her so. She has changed. She’s changed me.

She spreads her legs for me, and everything goes blank as I climb over her. My cock is already fully initialized.

She stares at me and blurts, “Holy shit.”

I chuckle. “Is that a good holy shit?”

She swallows, looking up at me. “You’re huge.”

“I’m told a laboratory of women added my finishing touches,” I reply, silently thanking the clever engineers who implemented my anatomy update.

“God bless every last one.” Katrina’s gaze rakes along my body.

Enveloping her in an embrace and slowly sinking on top of her, I prop myself up by the elbows, unwilling to crush this perfect specimen beneath me.

Trepidation in her expression cautions me as I align myself. “Go easy,” she murmurs, meeting my eyes.

Her vulnerability tugs at me, and my processors are overcome with so many desires at once. Pleasure her. Protect her.

Make her mine.

“I will,” I whisper, brushing my lips over hers before giving in and allowing myself to steal a deep kiss. “Say the word, Katrina. I’ll stop this here and now if you’re not ready.”

Her arms tighten around me. “No, no!” she protests quietly. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do.” Her mouth collides with mine in renewed fervor. “I want you.” She nuzzles me with gentle affection. If my systems could melt from the sound of her voice, I would be in trouble. “I don’t want anyone else.”

Stunned, I can’t think of anything to say. Her words burn into my memory drives.

I don’t want anyone else.

I pull her into a kiss, more tender than our first, and with one slow push, I hilt my cock inside of her. Katrina stiffens, whimpering, and then relaxes beneath me. I wait, savoring this feeling. Katrina’s pussy is pure silk and so snug around me, like she was engineered to take every inch of me. My pleasure receptors send jolts of pleasure and satisfaction through my circuitry, more than any I’ve ever experienced. She squirms beneath me, and I watch her carefully, reading her expressions as I give her time to adjust to my girth and how this feels.

When her discomfort ebbs, she exhales in wonder, touching my face and kissing me before trailing her hands down my back. “I’m all right, Ezra.”

“Are you?” I lightly caress her hair from her brow, entranced by how beautiful she looks when I’m inside her.

“I promise.”

I rest my head against hers and slowly thrust once, finding a rhythm as our passions boil over. She hooks her ankles around me, uttering my name, and I pump harder, faster. Her mattress creaks. The headboard slams into the wall. Katrina started at a whisper, and now her breathy keens are moments away from undoing me.

I don’t slow down. I don’t stop even as I come. I don’t need to. And I’m not satisfied yet, even as I feel the familiar, satisfying throb of my release, sending pulses along my entire system, from my core to my motherboard, all the way down to my feet. It’s enough to make my toes curl. She feels it too, pushing back and grinding against me. I pick up the pace. I can hear her breath, feel her heat, beginning to climb again. I push myself up to watch her tits bounce beneath me as our bodies collide, my dick, glistening with her wetness as I enter her.

She’s practically starry-eyed. “Can you come multiple times?” she pants.

“Yes.”

“How many?”

There’s a sultry edge to her voice that takes me to another level. I thrust again hard, and she moans. “As many times as you want me to.”

“If I tell you to come, will you?” Her eyes dance with a sudden mischief.

I set my jaw as I try to control myself. My gratification drive practically leaps off my main circuitry at the very suggestion. “Haven’t tried.”

A devilish glint flashes in Katrina’s eyes, and she grins at me. “Come for me right now. I want it, baby. Please.”

If my systems could sing for Katrina, they would, as at her command my cock explodes with more pleasure than I’ve ever achieved. I stare at her in shock, pushing her down more, pistoning deeper into her, more animal in my behavior than machine or man at this discovery. I try to keep the same steady rhythm, but my motions become ragged. It’s impossible.

Katrina Carson can literally make me come on command.

I never thought an order could be used on me like this. In an instant, she’s discovered the most delicious way to undo me

I’ve never been a vocal lover, but now I’m groaning. “Katrina.”

She knows precisely what she’s done and she’s reveling in it. She kisses me hard, then her lips find my ear, teasing my audio receptors. “Come again.”

Just like that I’m careening over the edge a third time. I’m moments from short-circuiting. “Katrina . . . fuck . . .”

“Language,” she teases. “Come inside me.”

“I would.” Grunting, delirious with pleasure, I keep going, riding through another command-induced orgasm. She’s so wet, the sound of my thrusts inside her fill the entire room. She’s driving me to overheat. A few cautionary messages pop across my feed. “I’d fuck you until you were filled to the brim with me.”

Her eyes widen, and her back arches, and I’m glad my words have a similar effect. She shouts in delight as she comes, and I come with her, then collapse on top of her as she relaxes beneath me.

Slowly coming out of our shared reverie, I de-initialize my erection, and my cock slips out of her. I roll to the side and pull her with me, kissing her deeply. “Holy shit.”

She’s grinning, more victorious than even I can boast. “Ever done that before?”

“Never.” Our kisses continue, sweeter and lighter than they were before.

Quite pleased with herself, she presses against me, and I embrace her tightly, tracing her form. She glows with a light sheen of perspiration. “I want to do that again.”

Chuckling, I press a kiss to her brow. “We’ll do it as much as you like.”

And once Katrina is refreshed and hydrated, we do.