Page 143 of Smart Ass

Ben whimpered as it injected cold lube inside him.

He was in overdrive, spinning higher. The succulent skin of the bot. The cold metal pressing his wrists to the mattress and holding him wide open by his ankles. The callous application of lube, like he was just a thing to be fucked for Oliver’s enjoyment.

He both dreaded and desired whatever was coming next.

“Let’s see how ready you are, slut,” Oliver threatened as the sexbot thrust two wide fingers inside him. “So hot…”

That stung, no matter how ready he wanted to be. The fingers withdrew and pushed inside him, again and again, until he was panting and pressing back toward them.

That was the only small mercy, however, before Oliver was forcing his cock inside, too fast and too hard. Pain spiked and Ben howled.

He was splitting in half. He couldn’t contain it. This was what he’d needed. To be broken and used, shrieking with pain and need and ecstasy.

“Oliver!” he shouted. “Please, please… Oh…”

“God, you’re such a slut for it,” Oliver accused, panting as he thrust in harder, pistoning his hips without giving Ben the time to adjust.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Oliver.” Ben was straining to get away and get more. Metallic hands scraped down his sides. Snagged on his tender nipples. Twisted and pinched.

“Such a dirty slut,” Oliver spat out, his own voice unstable. “Just here for me to use.”

Ben nodded, out of his mind. “Please, Oliver. Yes! Love you. Love you so much…”

Oliver paused for just a second, every bot going still.

Ben sucked in a breath when he realized what he’d said. It was true, though. Every word of it.

God, but he hoped he hadn’t screwed up their scene. It had just popped out, and if Oliver went all lovey-dovey on him now…

That was all the reprieve he got. The sexbot thrust into him harder, its hands sliding up to encircle his neck.

“You’re mine, Benedict James Curran.” The hands squeezed, right over his pulse point.

Ben lifted his chin, welcoming the control. The room started to spin. He was about to explode.

A mechanical hand gripped his cock, aiming unerringly for the spot at the base that gave him the most pleasure.

The android hands at his neck relented for a moment, and Ben gasped, filling his lungs in a rush.

That was all he got before they tightened again. He was being fucked and stroked to oblivion. Thousands of tiny points of suffering zinged across his skin. The blinking lights that surrounded him went hazy and soft.

“Come, my love. Come for me.”

The only thing Ben could do was obey.

His orgasm swept over and through him. Euphoria hollowed him out and filled him up to bursting. It was everything.

It was Oliver.

His Oliver.

Full lips met his savagely, licking and sucking their way inside as he gave up the last of his oxygen to a greedy kiss.

Yes, yes. Oliver could have it all. Everything that he had and everything that he was.

Another burst of rapture lanced through him as he fought to breathe, and then accepted that it was beyond his control.

His lungs burned.