As soon as my feet touched the floor, I slid down to my knees—and laughed. It was too high up.
“No, Sera, this isn’t what I planned. Fuck. No, I take it back. Do whatever you want.”
His cock was in my hand, and I stroked it slowly, watching him so high up above me. One of the tables strewn around was more like a low stepping stool than a table. I pulled it closer with a harsh scrape of metal, bunching the rug. No matter, we didn’t have time.
“There, perfect,” I said with satisfaction, kneeling on top.
He stepped wordlessly closer, his cock nudging my chin. I looked up as high as I could and gave him a long, explicit lick. He made no sound. I tried again, and still, nothing.
“Dean,” I said, fondling his length. “I’m sorry, but my self-esteem is taking a hit. I need you to react—somehow. Please. Show me I’m doing a good job.”
“A good job?” he asked with a strained smile. “This is fucking perfect. You’re so good at licking my cock, sweetheart.”
My pussy gave a hungry throb, and I nodded breathlessly. “Thank you.”
This time, I took him in my mouth, valiantly stuffing the wide head inside. I made it wet, and Dean’s hand buried in my hair, messing up my braid.
“This mouth was made for sucking my cock,” he rasped, and I kept going. I’d be happy to do it for hours if he praised me like this. “I feel you deep inside me. And I’m going to come with your lips wrapped around me, just like this. It will be imprinted on my core forever. Look up. Up. Higher. Yes, you look gorgeous. Look how well it fits. Try to take me deeper.”
Waves of pleasure rolled down my spine. Words were his jam, weren’t they? If anything, a clanker knew how to spew nonsense for hours, and this was my type of fucking nonsense. I crammed him deeper in my mouth, almost unhinging my jaw. It ached, my tight tendons stretching, and I kept going, sliding up and down the hard length as far as I could without choking.
“See, it’s not too big.” He stroked my head, his eyes dimming. “You’re so hardworking and so brave, aren’t you, beautiful? You’ll take it. Nice and slow. Let me just optimize this one thing. Fuck!”
Light escaped through cracks in his armor that I didn’t even know were there. He was silent and still, his face slack with pleasure, and I sucked him harder, wondering if I could make it last. He wasn’t organic, after all. Maybe his circuits could take more bliss.
The light pulsed for a few seconds, then disappeared. Dean’s hand twitched against the back of my head, and he pulled me gently off his cock.
“It was the best fucking experience of my life,” he declared. “But I did it all wrong. I was supposed to makeyouwet so you can take it. And instead—”
“Everything is perfect. Why don’t you see for yourself?”
I stood up, pushing my shorts and panties down my legs. He was on his knees in a blink, helping me. When I was bare, my bra joining the pile of clothes on the floor, he hunched low and pressed his face between my legs. I widened my stance, and Dean’s tongue, long and thick, met wetness.
“Twelve minutes left,” he murmured. “We have time for this.”
My world rocked when his tongue vibrated right against my clit. I grabbed his head for balance and danced in place, my hips rocking to the rhythm he set. Oh, this wouldn’t take long at all.
“I see what you mean by reacting,” Dean said, licking me still. Of course, his voice came from the speakers. He could eat me out and talk at the same time. “You show me with your whole body how good it is. It’s fucking adorable. Lift your leg.”
I hooked my knee on his shoulder, and he dove in deeper, pushing his vibrating tongue inside me. I yelped, grabbing onto him harder to stay up. Everything undulated, my legs shaking. He found my spot and attacked it with thrusts and vibrations until all I could do was keen as I hovered right over the precipice.
He made me come mercifully fast with his tongue deep inside me, and after it was over, he pulled me into his lap as he sat on his heels on the floor.
“I’ll hold you, Sera. I won’t let you slide down too low. I promise.”
I nodded, barely coherent, grabbing onto his shoulders as he lifted my ass. His cock tilted upward, controlled by some hidden mechanism, and Dean lowered me slowly. The tip nudged my opening, and I sobbed once, shaking.
“Shh. It’s just the tip. It won’t hurt, I promise.”
“That’s not… Not why…” I lost my tongue when he slid in. The stretch was uncomfortable, then full, then…
“Oh God, stop!” I cried right when the merciless downward trajectory of my body halted. Dean held me in both palms like an offering as I hovered above his lap, his dick maybe two inches in, too thick to hold.
“Baby, I’ve only started.”
It vibrated, just once, for half a second. I jolted with a cry, my muscles responding.
“You squeeze me so tight,” he murmured. “Good pussy. Now stay.”
