Page 89 of Hyperspeed
I was also very curious.
Rev’s smooth crease was already slick. The substance felt like lube, but it was warm and more viscous. Rubbing a finger through it, I circled his hole, feelingit twitch under my ministrations. I used my free hand to spread his cheeks, enjoying an unobstructed view of his glistening pucker as it pulsed, winking at me.
“Iskari are . . . different from humans,” he muttered, gasping when I increased the pressure against his hole.
The tip of my finger breached the slippery rim with little resistance, and he released a breath, melting into the mattress. I watched, enraptured, as I sank my finger further inside his hole, past the first and second knuckles.
“Different how?” I asked, pulling back until only the tip remained. Then I slid back in, repeating the motion in a steady, teasing rhythm.
He didn’t answer my question, just moaned, “More.”
I removed my finger, hushing his needy mewls, and lowered myself back down onto my stomach. With his cheeks spread wide, I inhaled something sweet and warm like toffee, mixing with his mouthwatering apple scent.
I replaced my finger and repeated my question. “Different how, rookie?”
When I added a second finger, Rev hissed at the stretch. My hand paused in its movements, allowing him a moment to adjust, and when he rolled his hips, fucking himself on my fingers, I resumed thrusting. With a crook of my fingers, I located his prostate, making Rev cry out as the muscles in his ass flexed around them.
He tried to speak, but I wasn’t making it easy, and his breaths stuttered with each thrust.
“I-Iskari have evolved over t-time. With our n-numbers so l-low . . .fuck . . .the men can c-carry children.” He groaned when I pegged his prostate, chest rising and falling rapidly. “It means we . . . we . . .shit . . .it means we c-can make our own l-lube.”
Well, good fuck.
My brain froze, then slammed into reboot. Did that mean Rev could getpregnant?
As a twenty-eight-year-old professional racer, kids weren’t on my radar just yet. Yet while I pumped my fingers deep inside Rev’s virgin ass, my mind drifted, imagining little Kais with black eyes gleaming and tails flicking as they ran wild.
Stars, it was a struggle not to yank my fingers free and slam my cock inside him. The caveman in me ached to fill him to the brim with cum so there’d be no question whether one of my swimmers had found its mark.
Breeding kink unlocked—and something to explore at a later date.
A familiar burnt-orange glow drew me out of my haze, and Rev looked up at me, concern flickering across his face.
“We can stop,” he whispered. “Y’know, if it’s too . . . weird.”
It made my heart ache.
He’d told me—showedme—something so personal, and I’d remained silent. Sure, it was different, but it wasn’t weird. It was a good thing. A great thing, that made my cock leak into the sheets beneath me.
But he didn’t know that, so I had to tell him. Had to show him like he’d shown me.
I dipped my head, laving my tongue over his balls. They were heavy, pulled up tight and in need of release.
“Little comet,” I murmured, breath thick with desire. “What you just told me . . . fuck, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I trailed my tongue down to Rev’s hole, stroking his rim while my fingers continued to thrust. His slick on my tongue tasted like the sweetest ambrosia, fit for the gods, and a deep groan rumbled from my belly.
“The next time I see this ass, I’m going to stuff you so full of cum, you’ll be dripping for days.”
I rubbed his prostate again and again, and Rev sobbed, back arching off the bed. His thighs twitched, his hole gripping my fingers like it wanted to suck them deeper. His tail wrapped around my wrist, tugging my fingers as deep as they could go, and his head flipped back and forth like a madman.
“Do you want that, little comet?” I purred. “Want me to fuck you?Breedyou?”
“Fuck, Kai . . . yes . . . shi—please!”
By the fucking stars.
I stopped playing around. I needed to taste his cum, and I needed it an hour ago. Swallowing his shaft, I choked as his cock high-fived my tonsils. But I wasn’t a quitter. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I relaxed the muscles, letting his cock burrow deep into my throat. I probably looked obscene, with my neck bulging in the shape of his prick. Spit leaked down my chin, and the lack of air made my head spin, but I held it there and squeezed his hips, encouraging him to thrust.
