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The car ride back to Hank’s house was enjoyable to say the least. Hank was slumped in the back seat, sitting up every so often to belt out lyrics from the familiar songs playing on the radio. Connor drove the entire way, a slight smile on his lips. His LED pierced through the darkness of the night, and you found yourself watching it spin every so often from your spot in the passenger’s seat. You couldn’t fight the little grin that rested on your soft lips, just enjoying the moment. The windows were rolled down, per Hank’s request. The chilly night air hitting your alcohol flushed cheeks was heavenly. Connor was focused on the road, one strong hand gripping the wheel and the other occasionally running through his messy brown locks. You had been around Connor long enough to know how much you enjoyed his features, hell you thought about how handsome he was very often. But something in your heart and stomach fluttered seeing him now. Maybe it was because you both had kissed so passionately earlier, maybe it was the nervousness of knowing that the two of you definitely wanted to be more than friends moving forward. You knew from the moment you saw him on your porch months and months ago that you wanted to jump his bones, but the mixture of the remaining alcohol in your system and the giddiness from the kiss made you almost lightheaded with anticipation. The more you stared at him, drinking in his side profile basked in the dim moonlight, the more you could feel your thighs clenching together to relieve the little ache between your legs. Every so often, Connor would eye you quickly enough that you could almost miss it. He smiled at you warmly a few times, his brown eyes flicking to the hem of skirt or the way your hair whipped around your neck from the wind. Something about the way he kept looking at you back was so reverent yet sinful. At some point your eyes met, a flicker of understanding shared between the both of you. The tension in the front seat of the vehicle was clearly thick enough to cut with a knife, and you thanked whatever higher power that Hank was far too inebriated to notice or care.
Connor purposefully drove past your house and went straight to Hank’s, mumbling something to you about how he’d make sure the old man would get to bed properly, before hauling Hank out of the car and disappearing inside. You sat in the car alone, so many thoughts racing in your head. Most of them were not appropriate at all, and the more you thought about it the wetter you could feel your panties get. At a certain point you remembered that Connor wasn’t human. Did he even get aroused? Was he anatomically all there? Were you misreading the situation? Your brow furrowed in concern, biting your lip. You were too caught up in all the what ifs that you completely missed Connor exit Hank’s house and walk back towards the car. The sound of him opening the driver’s side door made you jump slightly, eyes wide.
“Are you alright?” Connor’s voice cut through the silence as he took his seat once more and started the engine. There was just a tinge of concern in his tone.
“Yeah, I promise. Was just thinking,” you mumbled softly, almost as if you were afraid to speak any louder now that it was just the two of you alone. Connor sat back in his seat, looking at you with a nervous little smile.
“Thinking about what? I hope you aren’t regretting that kiss at the bar,” he teased softly, trying to loosen you up. You smiled back, taking in a small breath. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, and you were sure he scanned you and knew that your heart rate was elevated more than normal. Nothing slipped past him, he knew you were exhibiting all the signs of nervousness.
“Definitely not. I’m not drunk, I meant what I did,” you reassured him, almost shyly. He cocked his head to the side a little as if to urge you to continue explaining, a small smirk forming. He usually didn’t scan you without permission, but he couldn’t help himself. You exhibited the typical signs of nervousness, slight anxiety, and something he hadn’t experienced before but it made his jeans feel tight.
“I just… I really really like you,” you fumbled nervously, fiddling with your hands in your lap. You kept your thighs closed tightly, almost embarrassed at how desperate you were for him. Your mind kept wandering to how good he felt pressed up against you on the mechanical bull and all you wanted was to feel him against you again. Connor's smirk melted into something gentle, his eyes softening as he watched you fumble over a confession. Despite his thirium pump working overtime, he brought a hand up to push some of your hair out of your face. His touch was as light as a feather, but it made your stomach flip.
“Can I make the assumption that you'd want to kiss me again?” Connor replied, his tone low and smooth. You could hear the slight bit of satisfaction in his words and it drove you wild. You simply nodded, cheeks feeling warmer by the second. The lovely rumble of Connor's chuckle was like music to your ears as he leaned closer, closing the distance between the both of you. Unlike your kiss before at the bar that you initiated, this kiss was slow and sweet. Connor's lips molded to yours like they were made for you, and you found yourself leaning closer and closer towards him over the center console.
Connor didn't need to breathe, and there was something that made him want to kiss you for as long as you could bear. The feeling of your lips against his own made his cheeks flush a bit more. Little noises of satisfaction hummed between you both, and he swore the sound was music to his audio processors. Connor desperately wanted to hear you make more noises, but before his mind could really wander, you broke the kiss with a gasp of air. You breathed in heaps of air, your chest heaving and your lips a little puffy. Seeing your gorgeous and flustered features in the moonlight made him want to sear the image into his brain. He quite literally snapped just the image of you and stored it away in his memory bank. Maybe he'd even rewatch his memories of tonight just to analyze how gorgeous you were in that moment.
“I want to do things properly with you, Connor…” you broke the heady silence between the two of you, tone low and sweet as honey. Before Connor could even respond back to your sweet proposal, the two of you heard a deep rumble of thunder outside. Clouds moved in and blocked the moonlight, which made you huff out a short chuckle.
“We better head back to my place before it starts pouring,” you suggested, relying heavily on whatever was left of your fading liquid courage. Connor looked surprised for only half a second before he smiled quite charmingly,
“Yes ma’am.”
The two of you drove in relative silence, save for your little nervous giggles and Connor’s matching chuckles. He leaned over and whispered a few things into your hair.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”
“Do you really want to handle all of me?”
“You took my breath away as soon as I met you.”
“I’ve waited so long to have you.”
The way he mumbled and whispered those sweet words made your face hot and red, and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh back shyly. Connor barely pulled onto your property before the rain finally fell in sheets. The storm raged, buckets of water running down the car windows and windshield. Something about the distant thunder and quick flashes of lightning was comforting. Maybe it was Connor’s presence that made you feel so comforted and safe despite the weather. The android calmly drove the car into your smaller barn, the doors were left open anyway. The barn was big enough to store a truck or two, but you never kept anything in it except supplies. You stared at Connor with a quizzical look, a little smile creeping onto your lips.
“Why are we in the barn, silly? Thought we’d make it up to the house,” you asked as Connor put the car in park and sat back in his seat with a small exhale. He turned to look at you, handsome smirk on his features.
“I don’t know if I would’ve made it to the house, I apologize if this setting is inappropriate,” he spoke lowly, leaning closer and closer towards you slowly. His hand carded through your hair and gently cradled your head, like you were made of glass. Your breathing hitched, heart practically pounding against your ribs.
“I don’t mind at all…” the words barely left your lips before Connor pressed his own to yours. It started sweet and reverent, quickly turning into something more heady and filled with months of unspoken desire. He let out a few little groans as he kissed you, the sound was practically music to your ears. It was as if he could barely believe how good your lips felt, let alone that he was kissing you in the first place. You leaned closer towards him, grabbing the collar of the nice fitting white undershirt he had on. You could practically feel the way he smirked against your lips before you had to pull away for air. You gasped, your chest heaving, looking at Connor like you were about to jump the center console right onto his lap. Connor could quite literally feel his processors buzzing as he took a moment to admire you. Eyes half lidded, plump lips parted, your face flushed and dazed. He swore from the moment he met you that you were the most beautiful thing he ever had the pleasure of seeing. But right now, this was the version of you that he found to be the most enthralling. Connor suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, which halfway snapped you out of your little daze. The sound of the rain outside the wide open barn doors was pleasant. The smell of wet dirt, hay, and the numerous flowers you planted outside filled your nose. You quickly unbuckled yourself and got out of the car as well, before Connor stalked his way around the hood and kissed you again. All tongue and teeth, you melted into it like it was second nature. Connor’s hands cupped your face, and it clicked in your head why.
“You can touch me. Please touch me…” you broke the kiss, panting out permission desperately. Hearing your little pleas made something in Connor snap, months and months of holding back finally bursting at the seams. He nearly growled as he effortlessly leaned down and picked you up, hands splayed on the back of your thighs. You automatically wrapped your legs around him as he carried you towards the hood of the car and set you down. He settled between your legs, your skirt hiking up enough for him to see the little panties you wore underneath. His hands roamed everywhere they could touch. Your thighs, your ass, your waist, kissing you feverishly all the while. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses against the column of your neck. The smell of your perfume and the warm sheen of sweat on your skin made him feral. He wasn’t human, but he thanked whatever technician at Cyberlife who came up with the idea to give androids human-like pheromone receptors. Connor practically towered over you, kissing any bare skin he could reach. The sounds of your gasps and whimpers filled his audio processors, and he wanted to listen to those sounds forever. You quickly tugged on his flannel to signal for him to take it off, your lips still connected in a bruising kiss. Without breaking your lips, he hurriedly shed his flannel and threw it on a nearby hay bale. He broke the kiss and stared into your eyes, his chocolate brown orbs searching your face as if he was memorizing every detail. The way your eyes sparkled in the dim moonlight, your hair stuck to your flushed cheeks, lips parted and glossy. He carefully, and much more slowly, maneuvered his hands to slip your sweater off your shoulders. You smiled as he took his time, looking up at you every so often as if to check that you were okay with him stripping you down.
“It’s okay, I want this… I want you so badly…” you whispered reassuringly, running a hand through his soft locks. The rain outside had steamed up the inside of the barn a bit, condensation beading up and running down the car and partially down your soft skin. Connor was still in his white undershirt, a bit of artificial sweat beading up on his temple and making his clothes stick to him. He looked like a damn model and it made you shiver in anticipation. He smiled and chuckled breathlessly, closing his eyes and shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe your words. His deft hands delicately moved to grab your hips. He slightly lifted the hem of your flimsy tank top and massaged little circles into the skin there with his thumbs. The gesture was sweet, longing, but clearly he was still holding back. Before you could encourage him more, he bucked his hips into you experimentally. You let out a strangled gasp, practically feeling every inch of him. All your questions about him having the proper anatomy were answered with one slight movement. He exhaled sharply upon feeling how warm and wet your panties felt against the fabric of his jeans, the new sensation lighting all his artificial nerves alight. One of your hands was splayed against the hood of the car behind you, the other hand grabbing the back of Connor’s neck to balance. The way your hips rolled back against him was languid and unintentional, all instinct and pleasure. You wanted to ask if he had ever even had sex before, you highly doubted it, but the way he started to rut against you was nothing short of experienced behavior. You whimpered and let out a few soft moans in response, eyes rolling into the back of your head. The way the front of his jeans felt against your lace panties felt electric, the air around you both felt charged and heavy in the best way possible. For being an android that was supposed to have a ridiculous amount of stamina and patience for his programmed function, he couldn’t bear to tease forever.
“I need you…” he practically whined into your neck, nipping gently at the skin there. You grabbed his face and crashed your lips to his as an answer. His hands left your body for only a moment, the tinkling sound of his belt buckle being unfastened made your stomach flip. He didn’t take his jeans off yet, an idea hitting him. He broke the kiss and gently slipped his fingers under the hem of your skirt to push it up and bunch it above your hips. The sight of you spread on the hood of the car he was working so hard to fix earlier made him twitch in his pants. The lace panties you wore were flimsy at best, the wet spot that had formed on them made him salivate. He didn’t want to selfishly take you just yet. You gave him a confused look as he sank to his knees in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. He gently scooped your leg up and hooked it over his broad shoulder, kissing the inside of your thigh. You were beyond needy, but the sight of him between your plush thighs made you clench around nothing.
“What are you-” you started, panting as he kissed up the soft flesh of your leg towards where you needed him most. He cut you off with a small nip on your inner thigh, making you hiss and grab a handful of his locks.
“I have endless stamina, I can wait to get to the main event. I just want to take care of you…” he trailed off fondly as he hovered dangerously close to your aching core. The butterflies in your stomach went wild as he hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them off carefully. You missed how he slyly pocketed the fabric in his back pocket, too distracted on how his hot breath felt so close to where you needed him.
“You’re gorgeous…” he mumbled, mostly to himself, before he licked a generous stripe against your pussy. You keened and gripped his hair tighter, your thighs squishing together as much as possible at the amazing sensation. He didn’t mind how your legs squeezed him, immediately moaning into your core at the taste of you. His sensors were going haywire at the influx of information about you, but he quickly swiped the notifications away to focus on you. He had no doubt that he would read all of it later, wanting to pay attention to you and only you in the moment. He wanted to savor every second with you underneath him like this. He started to swirl his tongue expertly, somehow locking in to all your sweet spots and all the motions that made you squeal and moan out his name. You couldn’t help but arch your back and throw your head back in ecstasy, rutting your hips against his mouth like a possessed animal. He gently probed your entrance with a finger, curling the digit inside you to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling made your nails rake painfully against his scalp, but he loved it. He sucked your clit nicely, building you up fast. He started to spell his name with his tongue against the bundle of nerves, and he barely got to the second o before your first orgasm crashed through your body. You whimpered as you rode out your high, hips bucking and tummy fluttering. He helped you ride out your orgasm gently, pulling away from your twitching cunt with a soft exhale. Your juices coated his lips and part of his chin, the slick catching the moonlight and sparkling. He looked downright sinful, his eyes half lidded and blissed out as he panted. His chest heaved and shoulders shook with this last thread of self control. Your vision was still a little blurry, but you could hear his belt buckle moving once more. Connor carefully moved your leg off his shoulder and stood back up over you, your legs automatically hooking on his hips lazily. You sat up on your elbows to watch as he shimmied his jeans down and caught a glimpse of his black briefs before he pulled those down as well. His cock sprang out of his boxers, and you swore you were dreaming. It was big, much bigger than you were expecting. For a normal man of his height and build, it was still a bit bigger than average. The tip was already leaking precum, and he flushed upon realizing you were staring hard.
“Can I pleasure you more…?” He asked softly, his voice barely louder than the pouring rain outside. You never nodded so fast in your life, which made Connor laugh to himself a little. You spread your legs just a bit more as he pressed his length against your dripping center. You moaned when the tip caught your clit, the sensation ten times more delicious from how sensitive you still were. Connor leaned over you, caging you against the car between his strong arms. You pulled him closer and pressed a messy kiss to his jawline, pleading and begging him to just put it in already. He smiled and bit his lip, lining himself up with you. He inched inside slowly, making sure you felt every synthetic vein. He selfishly wanted to feel every little twitch of your pussy against him as he sunk inside as well, the both of you groaning in unison as he pushed inside all the way to the hilt. Connor filled you up deliciously, it felt like he was practically made for you. You took a moment to adjust to his size before you softly begged him to start moving. Forehead pressed to your own, he slowly started to rock his hips into you, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. He moved leisurely, giving you deep strokes that took your breath away. Your nails clung into his steady back muscles, raking up his porcelain skin. He surely wouldn’t have marks afterwards, but the sensation drove him wild. Something about being inside you, being so close and connected made him feel the closest thing to being truly human. The sound of your moans echoing throughout the barn drove him wild, and the feeling of your pussy practically milking him made him moan lowly right along with you. The way he was unashamed to make noise as if he couldn’t help himself made your heart melt and your walls flutter. Connor picked up the pace, finding just the perfect spot to hit inside with what could only be described as mechanical precision. Your moans and noises were practically pornographic in nature, the sounds of skin slapping against skin like music to Connor’s ears. He panted, trying his best to cool off his internal components, but the heat between you both was addicting. You whined and moaned and grabbed onto any part of him to try and hang on, his pace almost bruising. You knew you would not be walking the next day. His cock kept hitting that marvelous spot inside you, and stars literally bloomed in your vision. Connor kept desperately kissing every inch of exposed skin he could reach, your neck, your shoulder, your jawline, your forehead and face. You could feel your second orgasm rearing up quickly, the coil in your stomach tightening more and more with each thrust.
“You’re doing so well for me…” Connor mumbled against your neck, slowly losing his composure. His thrusts became less rhythmic and a little sloppy, pushing you down against the hood of the car to rut into you desperately. He held himself up on his forearm, the other hand cradling the back of your head to protect it from resting against the hard steel. You babbled something about how you were about to cum, too brainless to even answer properly.
“Come on, sweetheart. Come for me,” he huffed out, chasing his own high at this point. For never having experienced something like this before, it was if he just knew what to do and say. The tingly feeling of your orgasm approaching settled in your tummy and quickly spread to release quickly. It hit you like a bus, fast and hard in the yummiest way possible. You came with a wail of his name, nails digging into his back and legs tightening around him so he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. He grunted at the feeling of your walls spasming around him, his hips stuttering as he felt you ride out your pleasure. He deeply thrusted a few more times with a deep groan before burying himself as deep inside you as possible, coating your walls with his artificial cum. His hips stuttered and twitched as he filled you up, pumping gently in you a few more times before burying his face into the crook of your neck with a cute whimper. You let your eyes flutter shut, your muscles and body practically boneless. Connor relaxed on top of you, careful not to crush your little body underneath his muscular frame. You both laid there for a moment to catch your breath before Connor sat up with a final exhale, staring down at your beautiful form. Your eyes fluttered open and gazed back at him lovingly, smiling sweetly. The sheen on your skin gave you what he could only describe as a pleasant glow, your smile making his heart flutter and melt at the same time. Connor had never felt any feelings as intense as what he felt in that precious moment, his feelings overtaking his normal composed demeanor.
“I love you…” he mumbled softly, barely audible to you over the sound of the storm outside. You sat in shock for just a moment at how sweet and gentle his confession was, like he wasn’t even using any logic at all and speaking directly from his heart. It hung in the air for just a moment before you pulled him in for a tender kiss, that being your answer. Connor melted into your lips, kissing back and pouring all his emotions into it. You pulled back, keeping him as close as possible.
“I think I love you more,” you giggled, biting your lip as if you were challenging him to prove you wrong. Connor let out a sultry laugh, the sound pleasant and warm.
“I highly doubt that, sweetheart,” he shook his head, pulling out of you with a soft groan. You suddenly felt more embarrassed with the way he watched his seed dribble out of you and onto the hood of the car he had freshly washed just hours ago, smiling pleasantly to himself.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed,” he leaned down to kiss your forehead reverently, helping you clean up as best as he could and redressing you. He wrapped his flannel over your shoulders to help with the cold and cradled you in his lap in the driver’s seat as he pulled out of the barn and slowly drove his way to your humble little home just down the dirt road. As the rain pattered softer against the car, you closed your eyes and cuddled into his warm chest. Something about the way he had one hand holding your hip and the other on the wheel as you felt every familiar bump in the road to your house was the most content you had been in years. You just knew in your heart and soul that moving forward, Connor would be by your side. Not just as your farmhand, but as something a lot more near and dear to your heart.