An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Her Very Special Robot ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her Very Special Robot Copyright © 2009 Ann Jacobs Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower Cover art by Syneca Electronic book Publication August 2009 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
HER VERY SPECIAL ROBOT
Ann Jacobs
Ann Jacobs
Chapter One What a gorgeous view! The lights of Jackson Hole’s bustling, exclusive shopping district beckoned from one direction, while in the other, snow-capped mountains lured guests out onto the powdery slopes. Allie Webster curled up in a corner of the brown leather sofa in her suite at the Chateau of a Thousand Pleasures and stared out the picture window at the ski lift inching up the side of a snow-covered mountain. Nice place, this resort Trace had suggested when she’d told him she needed to get away. And perfect for her Christmastime getaway, so she might escape sad memories and recriminations about what might have been. This time last year, Trace had helped keep her from going insane while Jack fought for his life in an LA hospital. When he’d lost the battle on Christmas Eve, his best friend had let her cry on his strong, heavily muscled shoulders. Now he was giving up his Christmas with his mom back in Iowa so he could keep her company here, away from the memories she wasn’t quite ready to confront. Or maybe she was. It wasn’t as though she didn’t miss Jack, because she did. She still felt the warmth of his smile, remembered everyday events they’d shared. But she’d practically forgotten how it felt when he rammed his big, hard cock in her cunt. Lately in her restless dreams, her fantasy lover had the face of Jack’s best friend, the one who’d always been there for her, who’d be meeting her here in a few hours. Trace. Hell, she’d been so horny she’d have jumped him when he came to her place last week to deliver the itinerary for this trip, if he hadn’t stubbornly insisted he didn’t have time to come inside. His rush to get away had seemed weird. For the past six months she’d had the feeling Trace wanted to get in her panties, but he seemed totally
4
Her Very Special Robot
uninterested when she came to the door wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. In fact, he hadn’t even taken off his hat and jacket or stepped inside. But she was going to have almost a week with Trace after he got here late tonight, and she didn’t intend for the time to go to waste. Meanwhile, Allie had her doubts about the android Trace suggested she order from the boutique downstairs after she’d told him when they’d talked earlier on the phone that she’d like a robot to fuck with. But a helpful clerk assured her the deluxe model she ordered would fuck just like the real thing—look like it, too. She gave a quick once-over to the complimentary basket of sex toys the management had placed on the nightstand, but doubted they or the robot would soothe the ache in her neglected pussy. Maybe she’d try again to seduce Trace when he got here. Very tall, dark and mouthwatering with his bulging muscles, silky shoulder-length dark brown hair and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, he was one hell of a hunk. She’d figured that out just recently, after she’d finally gotten over looking at him as Jack’s best friend. It had been hard, but she’d finally managed to squelch the worry that what had happened to Jack might someday happen to Trace, too. She’d die if Trace got hurt or, God forbid, killed doing crazy stunts like jumping off burning buildings and driving cars off the sides of cliffs. And not only because she wanted to sample him in the sack and make those late-night fantasies come true. Allie loved the guy, looked forward to spending easy hours with him, watching football games or just strolling along a deserted beach, watching the tide roll in. Mostly, though, she wanted to get fucked. Now. Her pussy was twitching in double time. Maybe she should call downstairs and have them send up that robot. Straightening her legs and pulling her velvet robe around her to ward off a sudden chilly breeze, she went back into the bedroom. For a long moment she stared at the door to the adjoining suite Trace had booked for himself. Then she picked up the phone and dialed the resort’s boutique.
5
Ann Jacobs
“Why hello, Robin. I’m glad you answered the phone. Please send me up that deluxe robot you were telling me about.” It was strange but nice that Robin and Greg Tobin, the resort owners, seemed to handle almost all direct contact with their guests.
***** Behind the door that connected his and Allie’s suites, movie stuntman Trace Foster tried to ignore his painful hard-on. Waiting to get Greg’s call was hell, even though he’d managed to occupy himself for the past hour, getting undressed and made-up for the most important gig of his life. If Allie needed a cock so badly, why couldn’t she have come right out and asked him to take care of her needy little cunt? “Take care of Allie,” Jack had asked last year before they’d scraped him off the pavement and hauled his ass to Cedars. Trace had figured his buddy was a goner even then, though Jack had surprised him and lingered in the hospital for three days after botching the job of jumping through glass out a seventh-floor window on the movie set where they’d both been working. It hadn’t impressed Allie that he, Trace, had managed the feat without incident the day after Jack’s funeral. And though he’d tried his best, he hadn’t been able to break through the grief that had changed the fun-loving, sexy, former exotic dancer into a withdrawn, shy woman who could have passed for a nun. Nothing he’d been able to say or do had persuaded Allie to let go of the past and let him fulfill Jack’s last request. Until she called him three weeks ago and said she had to get away for Christmas, he’d been certain he had no chance at all with the voluptuous brunette he’d fallen hard for the night he and Jack had both met her while she was working at an upscale LA men’s club. Trace still felt her need, even though she’d spoken the words over a phone when they’d been miles apart. “I need a man. No I don’t. I need a fucking robot. Get that? A
6
Her Very Special Robot
robot that fucks. God, Trace, I’m so horny I could die, but I don’t ever want to love again. It hurts so much when you lose the one you love.” That had gotten him to thinking. Of course, the role he was playing in a series of made-for-adult channel TV movies had given him the notion that he might be able to stand in for a machine. His pal, Greg Tobin, had helped with the logistics, and here he was, waiting for that call from downstairs to become Allie’s fucking robot. Well hell, he could do it. He wasn’t a stuntman for nothing. The people he was working for now even hinted they thought he might be able to act as well as leap off buildings without killing himself. Putting the final touches on the silver goop that Mabel from the makeup department had let him have this morning after shaving the stubble off his head and body, he stared at himself in the mirror. Distinctly feminine moans reverberated through the connecting doorway. Trace hoped to hell she was enjoying the basket of goodies he’d sneaked onto her nightstand before she got here an hour earlier, because it was damn near killing him to listen to her coming and not chase in there and get in on the fun. He could wait, though. And she’d like him even better than that giant gel dildo he’d bought to prime her cunt. After he had her coming every way but loose, he’d ditch his disguise and show her he was a hell of a lot more than just her foolhardy late husband’s former stunt partner and a good shoulder to cry on. He’d fuck her and suck her, explore every satiny inch of the body that had figured in his wet dreams for longer than he’d admit to. And he’d do it without letting her know her lover used to be Jack’s best friend, or reminding her he made his living doing the same sort of daredevil stunts as the one that had killed Jack. Trace would make her come so hard, she’d never let him go. The moans stopped, and soon afterward his phone rang. “She wants her robot,” Greg said, laughing his ass off after he finished conveying the message Trace had been waiting for. Damn it, he should never have let his friend in
7
Ann Jacobs
to get a look at him with no hair or eyebrows, or with his bald dome and face already coated with the shiny metallic makeup that now had dried to a dull silver glow. Finally! Trace dropped his boxers, shaking his head at the sight of the piercings and the flashy jewelry he’d let them put in his cock and balls for his continuing part in the series about androids gone berserk. Barbells in multicolored jewel tones decorated his new dydoes, frenum ladder and scrotal piercings, and a thick, shiny gold ring dangled from the Prince Albert he’d stretched to take the heavy jewelry. It amused him that the ring was a perfect match for the slightly smaller ones they’d put through his nipples, rings that reminded him of women’s hoop earrings. In the past few months Trace had almost gotten used to looking at himself completely hairless from head to toe. Fuck, I look more like a robot than a robot with this silver stuff glistening over every square inch of me. He grinned at his reflection while he popped in red contact lenses, inserted an unobtrusive barbell through the piercing in his tongue and rubbed a final coat of cinnamon-flavored oil into his cock and balls so they’d glow. Allie hadn’t seen him since his temporary transformation, except for that one night last week when he’d dropped off her holiday itinerary. He’d had the good sense then to stay outside and away from her front porch light, keeping his stocking cap down low over his head and ears. It had been damn difficult, because he’d felt her need and smelled that distinctive feminine musk. She’d been so desperately aroused that he was certain she’d have fucked him right there in the doorway if he’d indicated the slightest willingness to take her up on her invitation. But he’d already made his plans, and he hadn’t been about to screw with them for one night’s satisfaction. No, he wanted Allie for a lifetime. And he intended to show her how far he was ready to go to earn her love, how he’d put her first even if it meant he’d have to pass on stunt jobs that put him too much at risk. Shit, he’d tell her why he’d happened to become an ersatz android in the first place, so he could earn more than stuntman pay while keeping his ass out of mortal danger. 8
Her Very Special Robot
Trace grinned at his reflection again and picked up a heavy gold and silver chain studded with red-and-green crystals. Threading it through one of his nipple rings first, he passed it through the other nipple ring and his PA and fastened the clasp. With the red eyes, the chain and the stones in his ladder piercings winking in the reflected light, he thought he made a fitting holiday gift. A present that was about to get as much pleasure as it was going to give. Trace’s cock swelled to full attention, and his heart beat in double-time as he opened the door. Looking both ways down the hallway first to make sure the coast was clear, he stepped to Allie’s door. He rapped on the door, two hard knocks. “Room service, Mrs. Webster,” he said when she started to pull the door open, his voice as close to a robot’s as he could make it. She gawked. There was no other word for it. But then her lips curled upward in a smile and her pink tongue darted out of her mouth. “Come on inside, honey. You look like just what the doctor ordered.”
Omigod! Allie gawked at her robot. At least she guessed that was what he was. The shimmering silver android was way over six feet tall and completely hairless. His bulging muscles glistened and rippled in the twinkling lights from an outdoor Christmas tree framed in her window. A thick jeweled chain joined the gold rings in his small, dark nipples with an even thicker one that pierced his monster cock. Her mouth watered. She hadn’t seen a cock that big since a famous porn star had played show and tell with his in the club one night, years ago. But this glistening organ looked even bigger. Thicker and longer and curved gently upward toward washboard abs, despite the weight of the chain someone had threaded through his Prince Albert. A neat row of jewel-toned barbells ringed the head of his penis in dydoe piercings, and another row marched down his glittering, glowing shaft and scrotum. What would all that metal feel like in her cunt? Not to mention his huge, glistening penis? 9
Ann Jacobs
“How would you like to fuck a robot?” he asked Allie in a deep, melodic voice that didn’t reveal one bit of emotion. It was as though he didn’t care whether she wanted to fuck with him or not. Get real, Allie. He’s a fucking robot, not a man. But he grinned, and his gleaming scarlet gaze dropped to his crotch, as though he were inviting her to check out the equipment. She followed his gaze and watched his jeweled silver cock twitching with what seemed a distinctly un-robotlike interest. “Send my compliments to Robin. She must have picked me out the super-deluxe model.” “I aim to please.” When he moved closer to the window, the multicolored tree lights reflected off the silver planes and valleys of his muscular torso. Could he possibly feel as real—as alive—as he looked? Her pussy twitched with greedy anticipation. “Maybe a robot like you is the way to go. We’re not going to fall madly in love, but then you’re not likely to die on me, either.” Allie laughed when she pictured the android’s batteries running down from the workout she intended to give him. “If you malfunction, I can call Robin at the boutique downstairs and have her send up a replacement.” Her sex toy smiled even wider. “I don’t malfunction. I promise.” He reached down, laid a hand on the chain that connected the rings in his nipples with his cock. “Come on, taste me.” She wanted to. Her mouth was watering to taste a real cock. She itched to feel the rasp of real five o’clock shadow against the tender skin of her boobs. It had been a year. Too long since she’d had a real man caressing every inch of her, fucking her cunt and her mouth and her ass the way Jack used to do. But Jack was gone. For now this mouthwatering robot would have to do. The velvet material stroked Allie’s body as her robe slithered to the floor. Her nipples got hard when she exposed them to the chilly air, but all she felt inside was white-hot heat. Hell, she was only twenty-eight years old, too young to crawl into the grave just because she’d lost the love of her life. 10
Her Very Special Robot
Reaching out, she ran a finger along the robot’s huge cock. Its plum-shaped, circumcised head would have looked like Jack’s—only bigger—if it had been fleshcolored instead of silver, and bare instead of studded with the thick gold ring in his Prince Albert and the red and green balls that winked up at her from his dydoe piercings. The robot’s cock even felt hot to her touch, and his bright-silver scrotum seemed to draw up and tighten at her touch, as though he were alive. His silver skin felt like oiled velvet, except for more small, smooth metal balls at the end of barbells that studded his shaft at half-inch intervals and continued all the way down the center of his big ball sac. He might be a robot, but damned if his equipment didn’t feel pretty fucking real. She could hardly wait to find out how it would feel for the smooth metal jewelry to press against the sensitive flesh of her cunt when he fucked her. A dribble of hot, wet lubrication ran down her leg. “Do you have a name?” “I will be whoever you want me to be, mistress,” he said, stepping closer and laying large, calloused hands on her shoulders. “May I give you pleasure?” She thought she saw fire in those intense red eyes. And she knew she saw dark, thick eyelashes that looked vaguely incongruous on the robot’s otherwise hairless head. “I will name you later. Now I want you to eat me.” Not willing to wait, Allie lay back on the bed and spread her legs. When her robot knelt and started to lower his gleaming head to her swollen sex, she changed her mind. “Not like this. I want to taste you, too.” Obediently, he switched positions. His pulsating cock nudged her lips, and she took the tip of it in her mouth. God, but he tasted good, like cinnamon and something else— essence of clean, aroused male. She’d almost say he was… But what he was doing to her with his mouth robbed her of the ability to do anything but feel. Somebody must have programmed him well on oral, because he had her ready to come in moments. In methodical rotation, he flicked her clit, sucked it,
11
Ann Jacobs
thrust his long, satiny pierced tongue into her pussy, swept it over her slit and circled her anus as though he wouldn’t mind tasting her there, too. “Oh God. Don’t stop.” Allie’s pussy clenched, her clit tingled and something exploded deep in her belly. She was coming. Coming hard, the way she hadn’t come since the last time Jack had fucked her. It felt good. Great. She swirled her tongue around the head of his massive, chained penis one more time before pushing him away. “I want you to put this big, beautiful cock in my pussy and fuck me hard.” She gasped for breath as the last waves of ecstasy rolled through her body. 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. 12
Her Very Special Robot
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.
13
Ann Jacobs
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 14
Her Very Special Robot
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. 15
Ann Jacobs
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 babybutt 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,
16
Her Very Special Robot
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?” 17
Ann Jacobs
“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
18
Her Very Special Robot
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. 19
Ann Jacobs
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. 20
Her Very Special Robot
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 glittering 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,
21
Ann Jacobs
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
22
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. A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Tell Us What You Think We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email us at
[email protected].
Also by Ann Jacobs A Gift of Gold A Mutual Favor Another Love Awakenings Black Gold: Dallas Heat Black Gold: Entrapped Black Gold: Firestorm Black Gold: Forever Enslaved Black Gold: Love Slave Club Rio Brava 1: Loving Control Club Rio Brava 2: Switching Control Club Rio Brava 3: Unexpected Control Club Rio Brava 4: Learning Control Colors of Love Colors of Magic D’Argent Honor 1: Vampire Justice D’Argent Honor 2: Eternally His D’Argent Honor 3: Eternal Surrender D’Argent Honor 4: Eternal Victory D’Argent Honor: Eternal Triangle Dark Side of the Moon Enchained anthology
Gates of Hell Haunted He Calls Her Jasmine Heart of the West: Hitched Heart of the West: Lassoed Heart of the West: Roped Lawyers in Love: Bittersweet Homecoming Lawyers in Love: Eye of the Storm Lawyers in Love: Gettin’ It On Lawyers in Love: In His Own Defense Love Magic Mystic Visions anthology Out of Bounds Tip of the Iceberg Topaz Dream Wrong Place, Wrong Time? Zayed’s Gift
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com