Your One True Nemesis
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Your mind had briefly wandered, as it tended to when you were listening to Eddie drone on and on. But the mention of his ridiculously named Bat-Trap brought your attention back to him, if only for a millisecond before it drifted off once more.
“And then, this afternoon I need you to help counterbalance the weights for the ceiling drops in the Crushinator.”
You tried to keep yourself awake as Eddie listed your daily tasks, already bored and wishing for something more entertaining to do. Something like the other day, when you’d finally felt Eddie come undone by your touch. But you didn’t want to push your luck. You were willing and ready, and you were sure Eddie knew that. But he was more wary, he likely needed more time to catch up to your openness, and you intended to leave the next move up to him. So, you tried your best to keep things as normal as possible, offering him your standard, sarcasm laced response to his itemised chore lists.
“Sounds… fun.”
He scowled briefly, before seeming to remind himself to be more pleasant around you. His forced smile made way for a genuine one as he offered you his pun.
“Yes, well… let’s hope the pressure doesn’t get to you.”
Staring blankly at him, you waited for his explanation, understanding the joke just fine but relishing how flustered he got when he had to deconstruct his terrible efforts at humour.
“You see, you’ll have to make sure that there’s enough pressure on the activation pads, but not so much that the tyres will… you’re doing it again aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am. And it’s so easy, because you clearly think so little of me.”
Hopping down from the stool you sat in, you made your way over to the workbench where your first task of the day was. But you couldn’t get started yet, as Eddie had more to say.
“That is the absolute opposite of how I feel. I trust that you are intelligent enough to complete such a task. In fact, I have renewed faith in your brain power. It would be hard to think of you as anything but smart, knowing that you’re clever enough to want to be with me.”
Looking up at him, you raised your eyebrow, the corner of your mouth following in a tiny smirk.
“Not… Not like that. Not like… be with me as in… I meant purely physically. In a sense. Maybe you should just wipe that grin off your face and get started with your work, hm?”
Always quick to position himself on top again, Eddie turned to prevent you from offering any further comments. So you buried yourself in your work. It was a simple enough task, you had assumed before getting started. Each of Eddie’s robot prototypes were now being fitted with a round, gyroscopic stomach which made them far more capable of swift attacks and better recuperation from being pummelled, if they didn’t explode into pieces first that was. It was a good idea, a stroke of genius. At least that’s what Eddie had proclaimed when he unveiled the schematics to you after bursting into your room at 3am. But it was proving a challenge practically. Not in the implementation of the bodies, but in holding them steady enough to complete the intricate wiring within their cavity. Each time you tried to get your hands or arms in far enough, the body would roll away. And finally sick of your tutting and murmuring and grumbling, Eddie appeared behind you.
“What is it that you are incapable of doing now?”
He was standing so close to you that you could feel the heat of his body, smell the sweat and grease that permeated everything around him, the musky aroma that you’d somehow developed a Pavlovian response to, you realised, as you felt your arousal throbbing.
“Oh… it’s… impossible to secure the wiring inside while you’re holding this thing steady! Whoever designed them clearly didn’t think it through.”
Leaning down to you, almost resting his head on your shoulder, he growled playfully into your ear.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, otherwise I might not offer my assistance.”
“Hm, and what do I have to offer in exchange for this help? Because if it involves me listening to another lecture on the thirteen innovations that allowed you to create this particular, dynamic shape for your little robot tummy, then I’ll just keep struggling.”
He chuckled softly, but with a distinct air of his own brand of cruel audacity.
“I can’t have you taking any longer to do this than you already have.”
With a sharp inhale, you noted that he didn’t move to stand opposite you in order to stabilise the sphere, but rather remained at your back, slipping his hands by your side and under your own, laying them on the smooth surface of the robotic stomach. His cheek was close to yours, so much so that you could feel his stubble grazing your skin. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to breathe back out after the deep intake. Your lungs were full, your heart and mind following quickly behind.
With trembling hands, you made an attempt to continue your work. It was futile though, you realised quickly. You were far too distracted to focus, and Eddie seemed to feel the same. Still, you tried, lifting a piece of wire with your shaking digits, only to feel Eddie’s fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you back from the wires and letting his hand slide up to your shoulder where he allowed it to rest. His head quickly followed, leaning into your neck as you tilted your head to make room for him.
There were no words between you, it would only have made things uncomfortable, or at least that’s what you assumed. Instead, there was an unspoken symmetry, as though you were both completely in tune with the other’s desires, moving together like a practiced dance routine. You let your back fall into Eddie’s chest, allowing him to hold most of your weight as he kissed the sensitive skin on the top of your shoulder. As he pressed more kisses along your neck and behind your ear, he wrapped his hands around your front, keeping you as close to him as possible. Relishing in the way he could feel your breath, your body heaving and shifting in pleasure at even the slightest of his touches.
Running his palm along your stomach, he let his fingers fall to the bottom of your shirt, tugging it up, lifting it to just under your breasts. Slipping under the fabric, he grabbed one of your breasts, his other hand resting on your stomach. With the weight of your breast in his palm, he squeezed and kneaded, breathing loudly in your ear, letting his fingers drift to your nipple before he teased it out, flicking over it, changing the way in which he played with you in accordance with the sounds you made. Each soft gasp made his cock harder, twitching against the back of you. And each time you felt it move, you moaned softly.
The hand on your stomach moved down slowly, dipping tentatively into the waistband of your pants, waiting for a sign that he could continue. All you could muster was a breathy ‘please’, which thankfully Eddie understood. He ventured further, letting his fingers trail gently over your mound, sensually tickling the sensitive skin of your lips before his arousal, his desperation, took over entirely. Grabbing your cunt, he slipped one finger between your wet, swollen lips followed by another, spreading them apart as you began grinding yourself against him, dependent on his strength to keep you standing as your knees began to buckle. Impossible to hold back now, you began saying his name, interspersed with whimpers and moans as he teased at your clit and spread your arousal over your skin, hot and sticky.
Surprising you by finally uttering some words, Eddie’s voice vibrated over your ear.
“I could get used to someone shouting my name, you know.”
Determined to keep him trying harder, to keep him going, you teased him slightly.
“I’m not screaming… I’m moaning… whispering, actually.”
With a gravelly chuckle, he bit down on the shell f your ear, lapping at it with his tongue before continuing.
“Well, perhaps I’ll give you something to scream about.”
With a guttural groan, one that came from your throat, you encouraged him.
“Do it, then.”
Taking two of his fingers, he thrust them suddenly inside of you, hooking them as he entered them into your grateful cunt. With an impressive speed, he pumped them between your legs, his thumb grazing over your clit as you screamed out loud.
“Oh my god, Eddie!”
With another cruel chuckle, he squeezed your nipple harder in his other hand.
“I thought so.”
As he brought you to orgasm, a feat he seemed proud of given the smug grin that you could practically hear as it eased itself across his face, you were barely aware of your surroundings. Only vaguely conscious of the fact that Eddie was holding you steady, careful not to let you fall to your knees as he hummed gently into your ear. It would be some time before you the clouds of satisfaction dissipated enough for you to question what his selfless act of pleasure meant for you both. But you were content to sit with it for as long as you could without your usual worrying. It was a gift. Eddie was a gift.
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