Evolved(37)

I bit my bottom lip. “I know.”

“I have missed you.” He threaded our fingers. “Shall we go to bed?”

“Absolutely.”

We got ready for bed and I had assumed, or anticipated, that Shaun would want sex. But he didn’t. Once we were both lying down, he wrapped himself around me, settled his head on my chest and hummed a contented sound.

I ran my fingers through his hair, as I would if he was human, and he lifted his head and gave a smiling kiss to my jaw before putting his head back to my chest. “I like that very much,” he said.

“My fingers in your hair?”

“Yes. It activates my synthetic oxytocin.”

So I kept doing it until I could barely keep my eyes open, then Shaun slid one arm under my neck, pulled me over to use his chest as a pillow, and proceeded to run his fingers through my hair instead.

He was hard bodied, soft skinned. He was comfort and reassurance, and he was strength and stability. I’d never felt more secure, or more adored.

I was out like a light and slept like the dead.



The problem about waking up spooning, is my dick wakes up long before I do. Not that it’s really a problem, per se. But I was hard already, and by the time my snoozing mind woke up to reality, I’d missed half the fun.

“Mmmm, good morning,” I said into the back of his neck, my voice husky, rubbing my cock along his arse.

“You have been aroused for some time,” Shaun said, a smile in his voice.

I kissed his shoulder. If I was aroused, it meant he was too. I slid my hand down his stomach and stopped just short of his pubic hair. “May I touch you?”

“I will be very disappointed if you do not.”

I chuckled and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I’d seen, touched, and held a lot of dildos in my life, but his felt more real than that. Sure, it was for all intents and purposes, a prosthetic. But the weight, the heat, the slide of his silicone skin, was incredibly real.

He moaned as I jacked him and my own cock was now achingly hard. He arched his back, pushing his arse back against me, rubbing me in all the right places. “I need lube,” I said, letting go of his erection, intending to get it myself.

He held it up. “I thought you might.”

I laughed and took the bottle. “Thought or hoped?”

“Both.”

I slicked my cock, shuddering at the slippery sensation. Then I used my lube-covered hand to give Shaun’s cock a few long, slow pulls. He groaned again. “How do you want me?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Just like this,” I answered. We hadn’t had spooning sex before. “I want to hold your cock when you come.”

“Oh, Lloyd,” he whispered. He leaned his head back and stuck his arse back more, silently begging for me to take it.

I positioned myself at his hole and just slid right in. No prepping, no stretching, his Fleshjack-arse was always ready. And so tight. And warm, and slick with lube, and ribbed for ultimate pleasure.

“Jesus, Shaun, you feel so good.” I gripped his top leg. “Lift this leg over mine,” I urged, needing more room. I could thrust in deeper that way and take his cock in my fist.

He arched on contact, groaning low and dirty, and grinding down on my cock.

“Do you want to come?” I asked. He couldn’t come unless I did, so I was asking for his benefit as well as mine.

“Yes. Please. Lloyd,” he ground out in time with my thrusts. “You trip. All my. Sensors. Oh, yes. Please.”

I thrust up harder into him, reaching deeper, chasing my orgasm, and he cried out. His cock hard in my hand, and I slid my fist over the head, twisting and pumping, while I was buried to the hilt inside him.

“Oh, Shaun,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

The surge of pleasure reached its peak and broke, sending wave after wave of orgasm hurtling through me, and his cock began to pulse in my hand. I came so hard, with such force, I almost screamed. It took me a moment to realise Shaun was groaning through his own release.

I let go of his cock and rolled on top of him, still buried deep. I never wanted to leave. I never wanted to stop. I kissed the back of his neck, his shoulder, his nape, behind his ear.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I have well surpassed okay.”

I smiled and kissed his neck, rocking my hips slowly. I slid in and out, my spent cock still full and keen to go again. It was never-ending with him; the pleasure, the want, the need.

“I could come again,” I whispered, kissing down his shoulder. “I’ve never known such pleasure, Shaun. Only with you.”

He spread his legs wide and raised his arse a little. “I do not want you to ever stop.”

He didn’t just have desires. He loved it. He wanted it. Just as much as me.

I lightly scraped my teeth along his skin and thrust in, long and slow. He moaned that sound that did things to my insides. I was crazy for the noises he made, for the moans and groans, the murmurs, and the way he whispered my name.

I pressed my weight onto his back and kissed the back of his neck. I slid my hands along his and he quickly threaded our fingers, and I made love to him.

“I love being inside you,” I whispered. “I love how you feel. I love having you in my bed. I love waking up next to you, I love coming home to you.”