Page 107 of Hyperspeed
“I’m going to get you ready for me, little comet.” I gripped the outside of his thigh. “Then I’m going to fill you with my cock.”
Rev whimpered, gripping his bedsheets. His tail curled around itself before unravelling, repeating the motion like it didn’t know what to do with itself. His skin shimmered with colour, a gorgeous rosy pink.
“Please, Kai.”
His cock twitched, leaking precum that pooled on his stomach. I couldn’t resist laving my tongue over the silky skin, and his sweet musk exploded on my tastebuds.
We groaned in unison.
“Turn over for me, baby. Let me prep you.”
He flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows. The position put the round globes of his ass in my face, so I dipped my head and nipped his rump with my teeth. He gasped, rubbing his cock against the sheets.
“On your knees.”
Chest down, ass up, Rev was a vision.
The view of his slick, shiny hole made me salivate. His tail coiled around his thigh, and with no reason to delay, I dived between his cheeks, dragging my tongue over his pucker. He cried out, jerking forward before pressing back against my face, and I wrapped my hands around his thighs, burying my face in his crease.
I switched between sucking his hole and prodding it with my tongue, and as his rim softened, I stiffened the muscle and breached him. His slick was as sweet as I remembered, and I couldn’t get enough, thrusting my tongue in and out as he writhed against me.
“Oh, fuck, Kai . . .yes.”
My finger slid in next to my tongue, thrusting in and out. When he fucked himself easily on the single digit, I replaced it with two, then three.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” I praised, kissing his ass cheek. Crooking my fingers, I searched for his prostate, and when I found it, Rev squealed.
“Oh my . . .fuck, Kai! There . . . r-right th—oh . . . yes, there!”
“I can’t wait to get inside you.”
His tail squeezed his thigh, the pressure leaving the skin beneath a dusky violet.
“Kai, I’m ready. So ready.Pleasepleaseplease, shit,please, f-fuck me,” he babbled.
“I’ve got you, little comet.”
I removed my fingers, watching his hole twitch with the desperate need to be filled. He moaned my name into the pillow, and I shushed him, licking the base of his tail.
“On your back. I want to see your face when I get inside you.”
With a gentle touch, I prompted him to roll onto his back, bringing us face to face. “Hurry, Kai,” he begged, fuchsia dancing over his skin. “I need you.”
Assuming Rev, like any other grown man, kept his supplies in the bedside table, I reached for the top drawer. But my stomach sank when I slid it open and found it empty.
“Fuck.”
He propped himself up on his elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“There are no condoms.”
I felt all sorts of stupid. He might not need lube, but he still needed protection. The man could get pregnant, for fuck’s sake.
Rev was a virgin, though, so why would he have a drawer full of condoms?
Moments like this were supposed to be special and planned in advance. Unless you were me, the guy who lost his virginity in a quick tryst behind the local cinema at sixteen.
Rev bit his lip. “We don’t need them.”
