CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jeuley had long since forgotten about testing and showing off what she’d accomplished of her vid synch. She’d closed her eyes because she knew almost too well what the inspirational fantasy looked like. And the addition of Brad’s participation from the other room enhanced it beyond what her imagination could ever supply.
There, on his couch, where his natural scent intoxicated her, she’d forgotten all of her surroundings, lost in the bathhouse. Lost in Bradley March. A slave to his remarkably real caresses. His lips lowered to hers, his tongue begging entrance. He felt so real.
But she was not imagining him.
She didn’t need to open her eyes to know that he was there with her. On the couch. Her patch programming was intricate, but she felt him in places she hadn’t put patches. There was no mistaking the feel of his hands as they caressed her body through her dress. They found the buttons that ran the length of the front and set about undoing them all while tantalizing her mouth with his.
As he worked his way down, her hand took control of his cheek, bringing his tongue deeper into her mouth, mating with hers. Her other hand planed over his hair, teasing the soft wisps at the base of his neck before splaying her fingers, luxuriating over the smooth skin of his back. She’d never been so lost in a man as she was with Bradley March. She’d never trusted a man to take care of her as much as she trusted Bradley March. At this moment, she’d willingly go to the clink.
Once he’d unfastened each of her buttons, he placed the palm of his hand on her stomach, his fingertips teasing her breasts just below a set of patches. One by one, he peeled off the swishing jellies and relocated them lower, on either side of her ribcage.
His tongue taunted her lips, laving them before moving to her jaw. Shifting to her neck, Brad alternated between kisses and washing her skin with his tongue. Jeuley could hardly concentrate on the man. He consumed every nerve ending such that all she could do was let instinct guide her wherever he needed her, wherever she would feel the most pleasure.
Brad removed all of the patches from her breasts. As he relocated the coverings above and below the other flat vibrators, he brought his lips to one of her nipples, supporting and gently kneading her breast with his hand. Much to her delight, there was still a patch in each palm. Her liquid heat threatened to drown the stimulator in her pussy.
With one hand, Jeuley unclasped her panties, letting the soaked fabric fall away before drawing the stimulator unit out from her channel. She didn’t want it there. She wanted Brad’s cock. She needed his hard length filling her. Grasping at his pants, she thankfully discovered that only one zipper kept her from freeing his shaft. Brad’s heat permeated the fabric, dangerously hot as though he could burn it away.
Venturing lower, Brad traced his fingers between her patches. All of her senses responded to him. The Blue Root followed her programming and took a back seat, providing only dull vibration to keep arousal high. Testing her creations had never been such an amazing incentive to work even harder and change things every day. Maybe a few times a day, depending on whether Brad was available to help. His ragged breath tickled her stomach.
Dammit. His cock was out of her reach. She’d just gotten the zipper down when he moved.
But oh, Jeuley didn’t mind because he replaced her clit-patch with his mouth, suckling and nipping. Relocating the jellie onto her inner thigh, his finger lightly brushed against her opening. She cried out. His tongue flattened as he drew her into his mouth, rhythmically rolling her sensitive bud. Pressing one hand onto her hip, tingles shot up her spine. Were those from the Blue Root patch or Brad? Did it matter?
He replaced his mouth with a finger, his tongue trailing lower, tasting her slick folds before delving between them and retreating.
“So hot.” His words washed over her cunt and she opened her legs wider to him. “Incredible.”
“Oh hell yeah,” she could only find voice to whisper. You too, buddy. Yes, please.
Brad moved more patches before running his hands from her knees, resting with his thumbs toying with her folds, sliding up and down in her juices. One thumb ventured into her cunt, bringing forth another cry as well as heightening her euphoria. Her hips rocked and raised, eager to take it more fully. He kept her near the edge, but denied her release. And she didn’t care.
Wait a minute. She didn’t care about having an orgasm? What?
Maybe it was the interference of the Blue Root stimulation. She removed every patch she could reach, whether it was on herself or Brad. Sure enough, as the vibe of each jellie was taken away, her need for Brad grew.
He must have felt it, too. She heard and felt him removing patches. Eventually, two controllers clunked to the floor.
Opening her eyes, Jeuley watched him slide his pants over his hips, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Had she died and gone to heaven?
He was even more sculpted than she’d imagined. Wiry muscles rippled just beneath his skin. Broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. Hot damn, his cock was just as she’d programmed. Her pussy ached as she watched him ease down onto the couch, over her body.
She held her arms out to him. Urgently needing him to fill her.
“I need you, too,” he whispered strongly.
Hovering over her, he positioned himself between her legs, shaft poised at her entrance. Raising her hips, she took him completely. They both gasped as they began moving in time with each other. The vid screen provided the only light in the room. Its characters likely mimicking Brad and Jeuley as their bodies writhed together. Sweat rose from their skin and mingled in the heat their bodies created.
His gaze was locked on hers as he drove into her. She met and matched the force of each of his thrusts. Tempo increasing, she placed her hands on his ass guiding his hips, not letting them stray from hers. Her need for him ran deeper than any need she’d ever experienced and each lunge made her want him even more.
The look in his eyes seemed to mirror hers as their fervor escalated. They moved together, breathed together, moaned together. Jeuley had never felt so connected to anyone in her entire life. Wrapping her arms around him, she allowed herself to lose control, surrendering every breath in time with each stroke of his cock.
As she neared her release, his shaft throbbed. The muscles of his back tensed as she scraped her fingers upward along their surface. Her pussy spasmed around him as he spilled his seed, evoking an orgasm that shook her soul. Jeuley screamed her climax then Brad’s mouth locked over hers, their tongues mingling as their bodies released.
The afterglow was phenomenally stimulating, buzzing in her belly all throughout her body. Why did fucking actually feel better this time without her Blue Root? She was certain, the answer was right there in her arms, kissing her, taking her breath away.
The Blue Root could never make it real. Vids, audio, patches galore. None of it compared to the real thing. It couldn’t provide anything beyond the physical. It could interact, but there was no emotion, just simulation. Fantasies could become reality, but still lacking substance. Perhaps it would be enough for most people. For Jeuley, that could never be enough. She needed a man who could really make her body come alive.
Holy shit. She needed Bradley March. Super-geek-azoid-omatic-deluxe.
Her current boss. Gah! Let’s not jeopardize the new life, Jeuls.
But how could a woman gracefully remove herself from the greatest fuck she’d ever had? The greatest connection she’d ever had. She’d been doing a lot of fucking lately, programming and perfecting, basically trying to create the flawless replacement for a man. A replacement in the form of her Boinking Brad program didn’t even hold a candle to the real thing.
Oh dear. Oh my. Uh-oh. Was it possible to become addicted to sex? What about becoming addicted to Brad?
“I probably should’ve just stayed in the other room, but I needed to feel you, not just hear you.” Brad spoke barely above a whisper. He placed small kisses on her forehead and cheeks. “I wouldn’t change this for the world, even if you ran out of here in the next two minutes. But, God, I really hope you don’t. You are incredible. Everything about you, Jeuley…I’ve been fighting it, but I am absolutely captivated by you.”
Oh my goodness gracious. “Y–You’re not gonna fire me for crossing up with my boss like this, are you?”
He smiled. “As long as you don’t charge me with harassment.”
“Why would I? I provoked you in the first place.”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah. That, you definitely did.”
“And I’m hoping to do it again.”
Everything felt a little awkward, but nonetheless like it would be okay. He was still tucked between her legs. And she didn’t want him to leave.
“I am, too.” Brad kissed her nose. ” I can’t help but wonder how many people will end up like us. From full Blue Root to absolutely none.”
“The world might get awfully strange if everyone’s walking around as pleased and sated as we are.” She grinned.
When Brad withdrew his cock, they both sighed. He traced a finger down her cheek. A gentle gesture so perfect for their intimate setting. The vid screen had even changed to the Jeulmist closing page of flowering vines matching those inside the bathhouse.
He smiled and her heart melted. She couldn’t help it. For one moment, she let herself get lost in romantic sweetness as she returned his smile. They both knew they should get back to work, but the moment was a little too nice to abruptly hop up and start hacking into the interface.
Brad reached over and grabbed the bottle of water from the end table. “Thirsty?” He opened it and offered it to her.
Even if she didn’t need it, she would’ve taken it from him. Sitting up, she drank deeply, letting the water rush into her, cool and refreshing. After having her fill, she handed the bottle back to him. “Thank you.”
As he finished off the water, Jeuley looked down at her dress and wasn’t sure if she should bother putting herself back together again. Because if she did, he’d probably put his clothes back on…and she’d much rather see him naked. The man was built like a god, as though a great master had sculpted him.
He stood up. “I have a robe you can wear.”
“You read my mind. But, actually let’s just keep our clothes off. I mean, the only other work-related thing I wanted to do was show you how I modded the codes and what I stole of the gaming platforms and stuff. We…uh…might end up testing something else again.” She bit her lower lip in effort to keep a huge watermelon grin from taking over. Looking happy was one thing, looking desperate was something she begged to avoid.
“Uh-huh. Okay. Sure.” He was cute when he stuttered.
Reaching out to help her up, she placed her hands in his care and brought herself to standing. Her back was a little sore from being wedged into the couch. “Although next time–if there really is a next time–let’s use the floor or better yet, your bed. There’s a good screen in there, too and more room to…ummm…test the programming.” The words tripped off of her tongue much to her surprise and awkward dismay. Then again, would she sound too desperate if she just begged him to test all day long with her? And night?
He nodded. “Grab your tablet and let’s go into my bedroom–just in case–while you show me how to do what you did–show me the…uh…your programming. Let me just pick up all the Blue Root stuff here so we can…yeah, test it.”
Before retrieving her tablet, she picked up his stimulator unit and a couple patches on the way. She hoped he wasn’t a quick learner and that she’d have to keep showing him the programming. Then testing it.
She’d never fancied herself even potentially a nymphomaniac, but there was something about Bradley March that lit her fire. Okay, so it was more than just something, it was a lot of things. Most of which she couldn’t explain. Except one–she didn’t want to go home even if they finished working.
