Programmed To Please (The Tau Cetus Chronicles) (6 page)

But maybe it had been a mistake to remain silent. Maybe she’d blown her only opportunity to ensure his continuing interest in her. Maybe this mission would fail because of her gamble.

She bit her lip, and her eyes strayed again to the wall. 12:35.

Marque Callex obviously wasn’t coming.

Jai blew out a breath, but she wasn’t sure if it was relief or regret. She would never see Marque Callex again. An image of him, naked, appeared unbidden before her eyes. His cool grey eyes blazing with hot passion as he looked at her. The dramatic contrast of black hair against his white skin. The long, lithe body that spoke of hours spent working out in a gym.

The amazing sex they’d shared.

It
had
been amazing, hadn’t it? He’d said so himself. So then why had he run out without a word?

Jai swallowed. How long should she remain in this chair? Probably until Wyatt came to tell her they were sure Marque Callex wouldn’t show. Maybe the arms dealer had finally called?

She drummed her fingers on the armrest. Odd. She was more nervous today than even yesterday. Where was Wyatt? What the hell was the holdup? Hadn’t all their research shown that Callex ran his life by the clock?

It was over now. He definitely wasn’t coming. The time read 12:40.

Screw this.
She was halfway out of her chair when she heard the noise. Or, rather, a commotion in the outer reception area.

She sat back down with a thump, her knees suddenly weak. Was she wrong? Had Callex come after all? Her heart rate sped up; her breath came in short pants. She mentally grasped for her yoga mantra.
I am relaxed. I am…relaxed. I…am…relaxed.

Positioning herself as motionless as possible on the chair, she closed her eyes. And waited.

Not for long. The door opened and shut. Rushed footsteps crossed the floor.

“Hello, J.”

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up, then wished she hadn’t. Marque Callex stood before her, but he was obviously in a foul mood. His mouth was set in a hard line, and his grey eyes were stormy. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his shoulders seemed even broader than yesterday. Menacing, somehow.

“Hello, Marque,” she answered, with as much calm as she could muster. 

“Stand up.”

She stood slowly.

“Now strip.”

Her brain scrambled for something to deflate his obvious temper. “Would you like to talk for a minute first?”

“I want you to take off that thing you’re wearing.
Strip.”

Completely gone was the gentle, curious tone of yesterday. Dread settled in Jai’s stomach, but she obediently reached up to undo the knot at the back of her neck. She let the garment slip to the floor, and stood naked before him. Marque quickly divested himself of his jacket, tie and shirt.

Naked to the waist, he took the briefest moment to look her over, and Jai was relieved to see his eyes lose some of their hard edge. He reached out with his right hand and began to explore her body, like a blind man feeling his way.

His fingers caressed her cheek, ran slowly down the side of her neck, drifted across her collarbone and shoulder, and then trailed across her chest. His palm paused to cup her left breast. She fit him perfectly, as if she’d been made for his hand.

Don’t be an idiot, Jai. Marque Callex ordered exactly what he wanted from Anson Carron, and you were simply the closest one to fit the bill.

True, but that knowledge didn’t negate any of the surprising pleasure of his touch, the interesting drag of his fingertips against her alien skin.

Marque pulled his hand away, lingering to let his thumb stroke back and forth across her nipple, encouraging it to a tight little peak. He let out a pleased sound at her body’s immediate response, and his left hand came up to give her other breast equal attention.

Jai had to restrain herself from leaning forward to press herself into his hands for more contact.

“So perfect,” Marque whispered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Then his mood abruptly seemed to shift back to foul. He straightened, frowned, and twisted her nipples roughly.

Jai clamped her mouth closed against a sudden gasp of pain.

Marque’s hands moved to run down the sides of her body, coming to rest on her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh there, pushing firmly downward.

“On your knees.”

 Jai blinked as she realized his intent.
Oh, God, he wants fellatio.
She sent up a quick prayer.
Please let me remember Titus Veraine’s tricks!

Jai silently knelt in front of him, watching as Marque’s hands moved to his waistband. Even through the material of his pants, Jai could tell he was already erect. Had just touching her body aroused him so quickly, or had he been fantasizing about this?

Marque jerked his belt from its loops. His button and zipper opened beneath his sure hands. His pants and underwear were pushed down his legs. Jai was faced with the full force of his masculine power, mere inches from her face.

Dear God. He had a magnificent cock. More magnificent close up.

“Open your mouth.”

Jai did as he ordered, and Marque guided himself between her lips. Jai took as much of him into her mouth as she could, reaching up to grasp his lower shaft with her right hand.

“Ahhh…”
Marque buried his hands into her hair to hold her head close, and Jai silently acknowledged the wisdom of Rainey’s insistence that she dye her hair: If Marque had discovered she was wearing a wig, her cover would have been blown immediately.

“Fuck that feels good…”

Jai let him slide in and out of her mouth for maybe fifteen seconds, and then she tightened her grip on his shaft to hold him still.

“What the—”

That was the last coherent sound he made. Remembering her lesson, Jai’s mouth latched onto his cock, and she began to suck. Hard.
Like a baby sucks its thumb.
Strong and fast and insistent.

Marque gasped and twitched and swore, but Jai kept him in her mouth’s vice-like grip, sucking as hard as she could. She even reached behind to his butt cheek with her left hand, to urge him closer. When his moans grew to a fevered pitch and she felt he was near his climax, she pressed her right forefinger to the base of his cock, behind his balls which were high and tight with his arousal. As Veraine had predicted, the move worked like a charm. The added pressure sent Marque right over the edge, and he shouted hoarsely as he came in her mouth with hot, strong spurts. Jai swallowed as best she could, massaging his cock with her lips, sucking him dry, and humming to create a little vibration to increase his pleasure.

Endless moments later, Marque’s body slowed its jerking, and his hands leaned hard on her shoulders, as if trying to support himself.

“Fuck…”

Jai let his cock slip from her mouth, dropping a little kiss on its head. Then she looked up at him, licking her lips as if she’d just enjoyed the finest dessert. “Did you like that, Marque?”

“Fuuuck.”
That one word seemed all he could manage. His breathing was rough and ragged, so Jai stood and helped him fully out of his pants, then led him to the bed. He collapsed on it, rolled onto his back, and threw an arm across his eyes, as he’d done yesterday.

Jai climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her side next to him. Propping her head in one hand, she gazed down at him. “Was that good, Marque?”

He let out one of those little barks of laughter, and peeked at her from beneath his arm. “Only the best fucking blow job of my entire
life
. What the hell kind of mechanical suction device do they put in that pretty mouth of yours?” He moved his arm away from his face and gave her a wide smile. “Come on. Open your mouth. Let me see.”

Jai knew he’d see human lips and teeth and a tongue. Would they be robot-like enough to fool him? Could she chance it?

She gave him a return smile but shook her head gently. “That’s proprietary information, Marque. Owned by Beautiful Dolls.”

“Well whatever it is, that device could earn a fucking fortune sold on its own –
wait a minute
.” He stared up at her. “Are you
smiling?”

Jai blinked. Was a smile outside the reach of a sexbot’s programming? She thought fast for a logical explanation. “I’m designed to respond to verbal instructions and some visual cues, as Mr. Carron explained to you yesterday. You smiled, so I smiled in return.” 

He continued to stare at her, as if assessing her answer. Then his eyes narrowed. “Then how would you respond to
this
, I wonder?”

Before Jai could guess his intent, Marque’s right hand shot up to grasp her tightly at the back of her neck, pulling her down for a kiss.

It was the last thing Jai expected.

He pressed his lips against hers experimentally, as if trying to gauge the firmness of her synthetic mouth. When he found her lips to be pliable rather than rigid, his tongue demanded entrance between them. She briefly considered fighting him, then thought the better of it. She opened her mouth, but held still to see what he would do. 

As she’d suspected, Marque used his tongue to explore her. This was not a romantic kiss, it was an…
investigative
… one. He was obviously trying to uncover the inner workings of her robot mouth, to feel for or figure out her suction device.

His tongue ran along her gums, traced the outline of her teeth, and tickled the roof of her mouth. But when he found her tongue, he froze.

And in that moment, the kiss changed completely.

He eased his hard grasp on the back of her neck, stroking there instead with his fingers. His tongue lost its determined insistence, and changed to one of curious discovery. His tongue caressed hers, stroked hers, played with hers. And when Jai responded by tangling her tongue with his, Marque growled low in his throat and pulled her body on top of his.

“Mmm…”
He deepened the kiss.

It seemed like, all of a sudden, he could not get enough contact. Tongue to tongue, her breasts crushed to his chest, his groin grinding up against hers. Body to body. His left hand stroked down her spine to her butt and back up again, settling into a slow, sensuous rhythm. Meanwhile, his right hand applied a gentle pressure to tilt her head so he could have better access to her mouth.

Every nerve ending in Jai’s skin responded where it made contact with Marque. It felt so good that she could have stayed here forever.

Beneath her hips, she felt him hardening again. Amazing. Marque Callex was obviously a highly sexual creature.

Build a relationship with him
. With Rainey’s words in the back of her mind, Jai decided to try to take control of the kiss, to show Marque that she could be his equal, not just his plaything. She pulled her mouth away from his, enjoying the glazed look in his eye, the way his black pupils were dilated with pleasure. Before he had time to question her move, she smiled at him and leaned back down to kiss him, this time dictating their play, imitating his demands on her mouth, dominating his tongue with her own.

Beneath her hips, he grew even harder.

Jai felt a satisfied tingling from her head to her toes
. Hmm…
Maybe Marque would like it if she took control of their sex, too.

She was still enjoying the power of her tongue in his mouth and debating which sexual position Marque might enjoy when she felt him suddenly bury his hands into her hair and firmly yank her head away from their kiss. His grip was so hard that she had to stifle a yelp of pain. Jesus, it felt like he was pulling out her hair by the roots!

She looked down at him in confusion.

His eyes were still slightly glazed. Or was that a spark of something else she saw there?

“You learn quickly,” he said.

A knot settled in Jai’s stomach. Why did she get the feeling he wasn’t complimenting her kissing? She grasped for an explanation that would satisfy him. “I pick up on
physical
cues, as well, Marque.”

“Very dangerous,” he answered darkly.

It wasn’t a stretch to feign ignorance. “Why is it dangerous?”

Instead of answering, Marque pushed her roughly off him, and rolled to the side of the mattress. Standing up, he walked around to the foot of the bed. “Come here. I want you on your hands and knees.”

Did he want more fellatio? Jai eyed Marque’s groin as she dutifully crawled down the mattress toward him. He was still hard, and she felt a mild disappointment. She’d hoped they might be able to share a mutually satisfying sexual encounter after their intimate kiss. So much for planting the seed of a relationship today…

“Not this way. Turn around.”

Jai halted. She was nearly at the foot of the bed. “What?”

“Turn and face the headboard.”

The knot in Jai’s stomach grew. There were only two ways Marque could fuck her if she turned around, and she had a good idea which one he had in mind. What had she done this time to make him not want to look at her again?

Jai gazed up into his eyes. “Marque…”

“Be quiet,”
he growled. “Turn around.”

 Jai hung her head, but obediently moved to offer him her backside.

“Is there any lubricant around here?”

Remembering her preparation, Jai shook her head. “You don’t need any lubrication.”

His sharp inhalation told her how interesting he found that particular bit of information. His hands locked onto her hips, and he pulled her an inch or two closer to him. “Spread your legs.”

She did.

He guided himself to the entrance of her ass, positioned himself at her opening, and pushed.

Jai gritted her teeth. Even with the help of the lubricant, Marque’s first thrust was incredibly tight. Maybe it was a good thing she was facing away from him so he couldn’t see the uncomfortable look on her face.

“Fucking hell,”
Marque breathed. “You’re even tighter here than yesterday’s position. You’re perfect.” He pulled out of her, and then pushed back in. Deeper this time, seating himself to the hilt. “
Ahh.... So good
.”