I pulled the underwear down, freeing his gorgeous cock. I palmed it with one hand, stroking his shaft. Then I opened my lips and swirled my tongue around the crown, before swallowing him down to the hilt.
He let out a keening sort of groan, and bucked once, rutting deep into my throat. “You feel so fucking good.”
I cupped his ass with my hands, causing him to shiver again. With gentle motions, I guided him to rut into me, down my throat.
“Eli, I’m getting close,” he warned me, his voice strangled. “I don’t want to, yet.”
I hummed softly in agreement. No, he wasn’t cumming yet. Not until I was buried deep inside of him, taking him apart one thrust at a time, and showing him exactly who he belonged to.
I pulled off of him.
“On the bed,” I said, rising to my feet. “On your hands and knees.”
He arched an eyebrow at that, but did as I asked, moving much faster than a human would have been able to do.
“Not saying I’m eager or anything,” he said over his shoulder, his eyes hooded with desire. “But if you don’t fuck me, I might lose my mind.”
“Good,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it to the floor. I undid my pants and kicked those off too. “I need you to be good for me and wait just a few moments longer. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” he said, still watching me over his shoulder, his gaze landing on my body—naked except for my underwear—and drinking it in greedily.
I crossed the room and pulled a bottle of lubricant and a pack of condoms from my bag.
“We don’t need those,” Nicolas told me.
“No lube?” I asked, meeting his gaze and blinking in surprise.
“No, we need the lube,” he grinned. “I was talking about the condoms. Not unless you want them, of course. It’s impossible for me to catch or transmit a disease.”
He didn’t seem to realize what he had just admitted. Maybe it should have frightened me—after all, it was an admission from his own lips that he wasn’t human. But it didn’t scare me at all.This was the guy who had taken me to Disneyland, who picked me up every night at the end of my shift, and who often seemed to fumble through his emotions every bit as much as any other man I had ever met. And now he was even learning how to cook—albeit awkwardly—in order to give me exactly the experience I had told him I was craving. This wasn’t some terrifying, unknowable inhuman being. It was Nicolas.
“Then no condoms,” I replied softly, putting them back. Besides, the idea of being inside of Nicolas with no barriers…
I crossed the room back to him, then climbed in behind Nicolas. I put the bottle of lube down beside us.
“Eli, please. Stop torturing me.”
“No,” I said, grinning back at him as I gently rubbed the pad of my thumb across his entrance. “Just a little longer, I promise. I need you to be ready for me.”
He let out a soft gasp, which turned into a rough groan when I laved my tongue against it. His hands tightened into the covers.
“I take it back,” he whined. “Keep doing that.”
I deepened my ministrations, swirling my tongue against his entrance, gently spearing into it, softening him up, before returning to soft strokes.
He held perfectly still, but the sounds I was drawing from his lips were obscene and I loved it. I loved the way his groans gave way to moans and the way that strangled curses poured from his lips. My cock was hard and aching, begging for friction, begging to be inside of him. I could almost feel his need, as great as my own.
“I’m going to loosen you up now,” I said, pulling off of him. “If it doesn’t feel good, or if you want to do something else, that’s okay—just tell me.”
“Such a gentleman.”
“Not quite,” I said, lubing my fingers up and gently inserting one digit into him, causing him to buck and gasp. “A fact you will soon learn about me is that I’m not always nice.”
His reply was a keening moan as I found his pleasure spot and rubbed against it with the pad of my finger.
“Two fingers,” he begged, his whole body trembling. His voice was hoarse with need. “More. Please.”
I did as he asked and inserted another finger into him, reveling in the tight slickness of him. He had no pulse, so I would have expected him to be cooler to the touch than me, but he was deliciously warm and slick beneath my touch.
