Passion Model by Megan Hart Page A

bent his head to Relava’s waiting clitoris and licked it. She made a low moan, and her hips jerked. I could imagine all too well the sensation pulsing through her. I felt it answered in the twinge between my own legs. Since I wasn’t expecting to participate in this inspection, I hadn’t bothered to press the button that would turn on my sexual response receptors. Then again, I didn’t think I’d need to. Watching Eddie go down on Relava was enough.
    She sighed. “That’s nice.”
    Like I said, it doesn’t take much to please a Pleasurebot. They can get off if the wind blows the right way. Eddie was making a little more effort than that.
    With slow, regular strokes he swept his tongue along her cherry red button. Regularity was the key. Too many men think if they stagger the strokes it will get us hot faster. Eddie knows better.
    He worked his tongue a little faster while he stroked her thighs. I could see the glisten of her sex fluids, and my own pussy clenched in response.
    From my vantage point, it was easy to see how Eddie’s cock was lengthening and stiffening. It pushed against the softness of the mattress, and he lifted his hips to allow it room to grow. Now he went up slightly on his knees, his erection standing along the line of his belly like an arrow pointing to Relava. His balls tightened and relaxed while I watched, and the sight made my breath catch in my throat. He was so lovely.
    The curve of his buttocks, lightly covered in golden hair, prompted me to reach out and caress him, but I resisted. I was on the job. There was to be no personal pleasuring in an inspection station—and this was Eddie’s inspection, not mine. Watching him lick and stroke Relava made me think of Declan, and how he’d done the same to me the night before. How could I help getting aroused?
    Eddie slid a finger inside Relava, and she let out a small yelp of pleasure. As he slid it in and out, twisting his hand so his finger turned inside her, he continued the same regular licking of her now hugely engorged clitoris. Relava was making mewing sounds. Her thighs trembled, and her hips jerked with every stroke he gave her. It wouldn’t be long before she had her first orgasm.
    Eddie’s cock twitched against the sheets and his buttocks clenched as he thrust a little bit. He’d fuck her next, because it was the best way to get a bot to malfunction if she were going to.
    Relava’s mewing turning to a low, continuous moan. She arched back, bringing her flesh up to meet Eddie’s mouth and hand. The bed shook from her tremors. She cried out, then again, and Eddie pressed his finger deep inside to trigger a deeper orgasm. She came, head thrashing, hips jerking, thighs splaying.
    “That was really nice,” she said after a few seconds. She smiled. The quiver was more noticeable now. “Now do you want me to go down on you?”
    For people outside the field, it’s hard to understand how your body can be straining with sexual arousal but your mind can remain calm and professional. What they don’t see is that sex for Ops is a job like any other. Athletes use their bodies in their art, and we use ours. If you don’t learn to separate the job from your private life, you’ll never make it in the field. R.I. Ops rarely orgasm on duty, even though we might be aroused.
    “You will perform fellatio until I tell you to stop.” Eddie’s cock bobbed a bit on the word fellatio, but his voice was steady. “You will self-stimulate as appropriate. Do you have any questions?”
    She shook her head, and they switched places on the bed. Eddie leaned against the headboard, with Relava between his spread legs. Without hesitation and frankly, without much finesse, she lowered her mouth onto his erection. Eddie closed his eyes for a moment as initial sensation must’ve rocketed through him. He didn’t make any noise.
    Relava took in his entire length, then let him slide almost all the way out. Then she got down to the rhythm of sucking him off.