Evolved(17)

“Was that okay?” I asked.

“I would appreciate very much if we could do that again.”

I chuckled again, then looked down at his cock. “Uh, maybe we should do it again but with clothes on. Or I might end up rushing you through sex-ed class.”

“I know all sexual education data. And I have detailed programming on the art of gay lovemaking.”

I laughed louder this time and took a step back. “My self-control is barely holding by a thread. But that’s good to know.”

He quickly pulled up his underpants and trousers, then fastened the fly. I had to admit, I found it a little easier to breathe once he’d done that.

I handed him his sweater and he pulled it on over his head. His dexterity was remarkable. “Here,” I said. “Let me fix your hair.” I gently combed my fingers through his dark strands. They were soft and silken. Real. I looked his hair over. “There. Perfect.”

He was watching me with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. “Thank you.” Then he glanced at the mirror, at himself, then at my reflection.

“Are you okay?” I asked, puzzled.

He paused, which was odd. “I believe so.”

That was odd too. “Shaun? Do you have something you’d like to ask?”

“I wish to do more kissing.”

I laughed and let out a nervous breath. “Okay, I concede. I was hoping to pace our physical interaction, but you’re rather persistent.” It wasn’t even that he was persistent. It was pretty clear my hesitance to further our sex life was confusing to him. I stepped over to the basin and leaned my arse against it, then motioned for him to come to me. “I want you to initiate this kiss. If you have extensive research data, teach me.”

He smirked and stood in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine. He put a hand on my waist, his other hand to my jaw, then he slowly pressed against me. His entire front to mine, his cock against my hip.

Oh boy.

He was all hard planes and muscle, strength but tender and gentle.

Then he brushed his nose to mine, his lips. An almost kiss at first, then harder, deeper. His tongue extended into my mouth, and the hand on my waist went around my back and he pulled us closer together while pushing me against the basin.

He didn’t just kiss me. He damn well owned me in that kiss.

I slid my hands around his back, over his arse, and pulled our hips together, rubbing my hard-on against him. His cock felt bigger at my hip and I realised he was turned on because I was. I groaned at the thought.

While he had no need for oxygen—he could kiss indefinitely—I was breathless.

Which meant he could also have sex indefinitely.

I pulled my mouth away, reluctantly and gasped for air. “Wow.”

He looked smug but much happier now. “You are aroused,” he whispered.

I barked out a laugh but kept his hips locked with mine. “You feel really good.”

He cupped my face. His smooth hands were warm, as was the look in his eyes. “I wish to have sex now.”

I barked out a laugh. Maybe it was a groan. He wanted it; I wanted it. Why was I so hesitant? I didn’t want to take advantage of him but he was offering. Asking. “Not in here,” I said. “Your first time won’t be in a bathroom.”

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I turned and pulled him against me so I could kiss him again, and he didn’t mind at all. I pulled his sweater over his head, breaking our kiss. Then I undid his pants and slid my hands inside his briefs and over his arse, pushing them down. “Sit on the bed,” I whispered.

He did, so I knelt between his legs and undid his shoes and pulled his socks off. His feet were so very lifelike, incredibly detailed, and clean. I kissed the inside arch of his foot and let it fall so I could kiss up his thigh. The texture of his skin was incredible. My God, he was so unbelievably real.

I pulled his clothes off and stood up. He sat there and watched as I undid my pants, then each button on my shirt. I let the shirt fall off my shoulders to the floor, then toed out of my shoes. Shaun’s eyes fixed on the bulge in my briefs and I ran my hand over it, revelling in the friction, in the attention, before I pulled the material down over my hips.

“Lie down on the bed,” I said, my voice rough. He did as I asked, his amazing body laid out like a banquet, just for me. I took the lube from my dresser and threw it beside him.

I crawled up the bed, taking in the details of his balls, his cock. He was fully extended now; his arousal matched mine. Literally. “I’m going to lick you,” I warned, then flattened my tongue and drew it up his shaft.

“Oh,” he said. “Oh my.”

I smiled and did it again, licking around the tip. It was, for all intents and purposes, a dildo. A very, very lifelike, seven-and-a-half-inch dildo. Perfectly sculptured, veins in all the right places, flushed pink at the tip. But it wasn’t a dildo exactly. It was Shaun’s cock, and it had sensors that told his processing unit what felt good and, as I’d seen in the video research I’d done, it would pulse when he climaxed.

“I’m not going to penetrate you,” I said, then tongued his cockhead. “But I want to make you come.”

“Oh,” he groaned. He actually groaned.

I looked up at him and he had his head back. “Look at me when I do this to you,” I said.

His head shot up and he locked eyes with mine as I slipped my lips over his cock.