“Jesus Christ, Milo. You’re going to fucking kill me.” His voice cracked, and he sounded like he was almost in pain. With his still bare hand, he cupped the side of my face and wiped away the tear that had fallen.
“Yes, baby. Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead. Show me how pretty you look coming all over yourself.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, my cock stiffened in my hand.
“Oh!”I gasped as my entire body locked up. My balls drew up against me, and wave after wave of full-body pleasure exploded from my core.
I cried out as hot, wet cum began to shoot out of me in heady spurts. I felt it splatter across my chest and coat the underside of my chin.
“That’s it, Milo. Don’t stop, keep going until you’re finished,” The Forgotten’s velvety voice encouraged me, and my hand slid freely up and down my shaft as I came and came and came.
The euphoria was so much more than just physical. The black hole in my mind opened with a great, mind-melting yawn, and I was hit with an onslaught of feelings and snapshots that felt like they belonged to someone else.
A lilac sky and a warm summer breeze.
Sundappled streets and chilli pepper key chains.
My name rasped in two syllables…
Another name that was on the tip of my tongue…
I jumped in surprise as I felt the warm wall of The Forgotten’s body lean in closer. He licked a hot line up the side of my neck as I shivered beneath him. I was confused and lust-drunk by the time I realized he was lapping my cum up off my throat and chest.
He rumbled out a deep, masculine sound of pure ecstasy as he slowly cleaned me with his tongue.
“Wh-wha—” I tried to speak, and immediately regretted it, as the sound of my voice snapped The Forgotten out of the trance he’d seemed to succumb to.
“FuckingChrist,”he cursed as he tore away from me, and I whined in agony at the loss of his warm mouth on my skin.
I couldn’t get a handle on my emotions.
I couldn’t see…
Where were my glasses?
What was Idoing?
I felt a soft tap on my lap, and I fumbled blindly to find that he’d tossed my glasses to me. I slid them back up my nose, and the world snapped back into focus.
He had his mask back on and was as far away from me as he could get, standing silhouetted in the door to my bedroom.
“Whoareyou?” I asked, my voice tight with that painfulyearningfeeling again.
“The sooner you put that war-drive in the stack, Milo, the sooner I’ll have what I need to give you the answers you’re looking for. Please… just… do it before the MRI contrast wears off.”
I nodded, biting my lip anxiously as he turned to leave.
He paused, turning back abruptly.
“One last thing.”
“Yeah?”
“You let Sebastian try to kiss you again, and I’ll cut out his fucking tongue and deliver it to you in a damn box. You hear me?”
“Jesus… You’re going to traumatize the poor boy,” the man’s AI groaned, causing the glowing blue circle in his mask to pulse.
“Probably too late for that. Remember Larson?” he grumbled back, making a‘kaboom’motion with his gloved hands. It took me a second to realize that motion was meant to represent the way Melanie’s head had exploded.
