Evolved(22)

He stood before me. “How do you want me?” he whispered so dirty it curled around my insides.

“I want you to open your mouth and take me inside.”

He gave me that one-sided smirk that made my heart skip a beat. “Shall I undress for you?”

I considered telling him to stay clothed but figured his glorious body should be on display at every opportunity. “Yes.”

He looked down and started to unbutton his shirt, and when he lifted his head, his eyes were heavy lidded and full of heat.

It made my cock throb.

I remained silent and still and watched him. His shirt slid off his shoulders like silk, then he stared at me while he undid his trousers and slowly undid the zipper. God, was he putting on a show for me?

I let out a low breath and licked my lips. I wanted to palm myself but restrained. It’ll be better to wait for him to do it, I told myself.

He let his trousers slide down his thighs, and a smile played at his lips, a teasing smile.

“And your briefs,” I said, my voice low and husky.

He obeyed and his cock sprang forward, fully erect. But then he turned around and bent over to undo his shoelaces, giving me a very deliberate, very glorious view of his arsehole. A flawless, small hole that stretched open without preparation, ribbed for ultimate pleasure.

Oh boy.

“Are you teasing me?” I asked with a smile.

He straightened and turned to face me. “Yes.”

“I want to try your mouth first,” I said.

“It would be my pleasure,” he whispered. “How do you want me?”

“Sit on the bed, lean your back against the headboard.”

He stepped out of his trousers and sat on the bed, then scooted up till his back was against the headboard. His cock jutted proudly upward and it made my mouth water, so, fully dressed, I threw the lube beside him and crawled onto the bed, up his legs. Then, with my eyes on his, I leaned down and licked him, from base to tip.

His mouth formed an O and his back arched a little. I would definitely be doing that again soon, but right now I had more pressing needs.

Moving up onto my knees, I straddled him, almost pressing my hips against his chest, and undid my fly. He looked up at me with imploring blue eyes, his mouth slightly open. I pulled out my cock, already slick with precome, and applied some lube.

He watched intently, obviously learning for next time, and put his hands on my thighs. He curled his fingers around to the backs of my legs and pulled me forward so my cockhead sat on his bottom lip. It was such an erotic sight.

“Open wider,” I murmured.

He did, looking up at me, then with his hands on my legs, he slowly pulled me into his mouth. I brushed up against the opening at the back of his mouth, pushed and breached the hole, sliding in as far as I could.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. It was so tight, so slick, and warm, and ribbed, and made just for me.

He groaned, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. I rested my forehead against the wall, trying to quell the need to thrust and come, taking a second to breathe.

But it was no use. He felt too damn good.

I leaned back and looked down, his eyes were closed and my cock disappeared between his lips, my balls on his chin. There was something empowering, something neat and clean, about being fully clothed when he was naked. “So beautiful,” I murmured.

His eyes opened and looked up at me, full of lust and heat. With his hands still around my thighs, he pushed me back an inch or two, then pulled me back in. It set off a reaction I was powerless to stop; I needed to fuck, I needed to come.

I took hold of the headboard and began to thrust. Shaun gripped my legs and groaned, and I knew he felt as turned on as me.

He was programmed to come when I did. And I was so close, which meant he was too. Then, like he needed more, like he was desperate to come, he gripped my arse and pulled me deeper into his throat.

“Oh, God!” I cried out as my blinding orgasm rocketed through me. With every muscle in my body strung tight, every nerve ending alight with pleasure, I came and he groaned as he came too.

I couldn’t stop rocking into him, he felt so, so good. His grip on my arse loosened a little and his lips curled up in a smile around my cock. He slow-blinked, and his entire face looked so serene, in what could only be described as bliss.

I reluctantly pulled out and slumped on him, spent and boneless. He scooped me up in his arms and rolled us over, cradling me gently, so we could lie down and hold each other. He held me close, my face nestled in his neck, and I tightened my hold on him too, and for the longest moment—a most perfect moment—we didn’t move.

I almost dozed off, but then I remembered he’d need to be cleaned. It could have ruined the moment, but I realised this was part of who we were now. If he were human, I’d want to take care of him, and this was no different. I pulled back so I could see his face. He still looked serene, impossibly handsome, dishevelled, and sated. I traced my thumb along the lube on his bottom lip. It looked like gloss, and I said, “We should get you cleaned up.”

He nodded and smiled. “Thank you.”

He was thanking me? “What for?”

“For what we just did. I liked it very much.”

Oh. I ducked my head and chuckled. “I liked it very much too.”

He lifted my chin and thumbed my cheek. “Why do you blush?”