Page 22 of The Reluctant Incubus
I have almost no furniture in here. Just a crappy, chipped black dresser, a stack of PI books in the corner, and an old mattress on a spartan wooden frame I got at a garage sale. My sheets are an awful, twisted tangle. I never make my bed. But I don’t even have a moment to feel embarrassed about him seeing it, because he suddenly pulls that extra-long wooly shepherd shirt over his head, which leaves him fully naked from the waist up.
I straight-up gape at him. He’s got a small patch of blond hair between his pecs. I’m so instantly curious about it that before I realize what I’m doing, my fingers reachout and lace through his hair there. It’s incredibly soft and fine.
He grins at me, boyishly puffing out his chest, letting me explore. Next to that blond tuft are two absolutely perfect little pink nipples, and when I tentatively circle one of them with the tip of my finger, he winces and whimpers. I quickly look up to make sure I didn’t hurt him or anything, and find his eyes have melted into thin, wanton crescents.
Ididn’thurt him. I made him feelgood. Not with incubus powers. Just with touching him!
Well, maybe he’snota spirit. He said he was “his own person.” I know better than most that there’s a lot more to the world than meets the eye. Just because Rafa couldn’t see him doesn’t mean Collin doesn’t have a physical form. A real body withneeds.
I bend at the knees, place my hands on the silky soft skin under his ribs, and start sucking and nibbling that nipple like I felt him do on my neck. And even though I don’t really know what I’m doing, nowhe’sthe one who’s moaning. Which, I gotta tell you, is freakingawesome.
Yeah, I do want to be seduced, but there’s also something really cool about taking the power back. Making him feel what he made me feel. My dick, which I now realize has been hard for the longest time, strains against the inside of my jeans in my new position. I quickly reach down to adjust it, and when I remove my hand, my palm is wet.
I wonder at it, before I realize what I’m looking at. I’m leaking pre-cum! I mean, I’vereadabout pre-cum andstuff, but I’ve never experienced it before. But then, I’ve never been this turned on before.
This is what happens when people have real sex.
Collin notices me staring at my hand, that I’m momentarily distracted. He grins, stands me up and, in one gesture, peels down the zipper of my jacket all the way to my waist. I’m still wearing everything I had on when I left my apartment, including the windbreaker and the T-shirt, and those two garments don’t exactly fit loose. But when you’re an Avatar of Knowledge, I guess you know exactly where to pull. The outer layer drops off my shoulders and onto the floor and the shirt glides over my head and arms—both with no resistance. He has me half-naked in just a few seconds.
I don’t have any hair at all on my body, except in my armpits and around my crotch. And, unlike him, I do have a tummy. I reflexively cover my now-bare chest and stomach with my arms, afraid he’s going to start thinking of me as a boy instead of a man.
But it’s not pity that shines in his eyes, it’s eager lust. He gently moves my hands to my sides and kisses my chest, and then fiercely sucks my left nipple, sending such heavenly shudders through me, my knees straight-up buckle. I fall back onto the bed with a grunt that sounds more like a squeak.
He climbs on top of me, now kissing his way up my belly, which tickles like crazy and makes me bust out laughing. He grins up wickedly as I look over my chest at him, eyes wide, afraid he’ll full-on attack all my ticklish spots now. (Damn it! I didn’t even know I had those!) Butinstead, he rapidly surges up and lays completely on top of me, pressingallof himself against my body, which takes me fully out of the tickle zone and right to jesus-christ-that-feels-so-hot-and-amazing.
Is this what making out is always like? No wonder people make such a big deal about it!
His whole weight is on me, and his chest is so goddamned warm. And soft. And our bare skin pressing together is like a sex-multiplier, making everything feel so much more intense. I can feel his hard dick pushing against mine through our pants. (I actually made him hard! No magic. No incubus whammies. He’s actually legit hard forme!) And that feeling itself issohot and amazing that within seconds, I realize with alarm I’m going to shoot in my jeans. (Which would not only end what’s happening between me and Collin—and I really don’t want it to stop—but it would also be hella, hella embarrassing!)
But again, whether it’s because of his powers or because we’re just in sync, he lifts himself off me, raising his hips just in time. He then just hovers over my body, propped up with his elbows outside my arms in full plank position, his muscles straining. (Muscles a spirit wouldn’t have!) He gazes into my face, pleased and happy. And yeah, all the physical stuff that’s happened so far has been stellar, but it’s actually when he looks at me, like he is looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, that makes my heart skip.
“Alvin, I want to make you come.”
(!!!)
I suck in a quick breath. Ten seconds ago, I was terrifiedof doing that. And now that he’s asking for it, I’m 100% onboard.
“Both of us,” I manage to husk out. “Please.”
He grins. “Dead right I can makethathappen.”
He rolls off me and slips off his soft leather boots, revealing bare feet. (Wasn’t he barefoot before?) (Who cares?!) Then, bracing his upper back against the bed next to me, he tears down his rustic wool trousers. (No underwear!) His dick pops up, and when he rolls onto his knees to peel off my black Oxfords, I see it sticks up at a high angle. He’s uncircumcised, unlike me, but he’s so hard the tip of the head is exposed. It glistens. (He has pre-cum, too!) I just stare at him, completely mesmerized while he moves to strip me in just a few smooth motions.
Little blond hairs dust Collin’s arms and legs. He doesn’t have a six-pack, but his stomach is flat, and all his muscles have at least a little definition. He doesn’t look like a supermodel. Instead, he looks like a regular, handsome guy my age or, maybe, a couple years younger. The kind of guy I’d totally get a crush on in the locker room of the gym, if I ever made it inside one. He’s the one who’s been calling me beautiful, butdamn—I just want to stop and drink him in for hours.
But Collin doesn’t have time for that. He’s hovering over me in plank position again, but a little to the side so he can look down and wrap his hand around my cock. I immediately cry out, afraid I might shoot just at his touch (no one’s touched me there,ever), but again, he knows to wait, doing nothing more than slowly peeling down the skin. The tip of my dick is full-on streaming pre-cum at this point, a continuous strand of it running from mycock to pool on the skin just below the soft shelf of my belly. (A drip from his own cock joins it, which almost sends me over the edge, but I focus!) Several seconds later, when I’ve finally calmed down enough for him to move, he scoops up a bunch of the warm, pale liquid from my lap and the curve behind the top of my dick. The brush of his soft fingers makes me shudder. He pulls down his own foreskin and lowers the throbbing, intensely pink head of his cock directly on top of mine. The swollen skin feels hot as a brand on me, and my breath catches. His fingers tremble a little as he wraps both of us into a firm grip. He then slides his hand up and down, keeping both our mushroom heads exposed, pressed against each other, using my own lubrication to jack us off. Each slick, tight rub of his flushed skin against my most sensitive spot shoots a zingy squeeze of pleasure straight down my shaft and deep into my lap.
It is literally the best thing ever done between two people in the entire history of the planet.
But even though this is one of the most hella intense sensations I’ve ever felt, my orgasm is building much more slowly than before. He really knows what he’s doing. I look down, feeling completely in his power and loving it. His cock is maybe a little bit longer, and maybe I’m a little thicker, but we’re actually pretty close in size. (Meaning totally average.) But his skin is so much lighter than mine, and the contrast sharply highlights every slip and slide. I just flat-out stare, mesmerized.
Then his lips are back on my mouth, and the way his tongue enters me is gentle, deep, and tender. And sure, I know this is just kissing and mutual masturbation. But hisstrong grip, his obvious passion, and the legit,manlyweight of his upper body on me—it makes me feel absolutelysaturatedfrom head to toe with sexual arousal and sweet joy. It’s building like a wave that’ll drown me.
Delicious little jolts of pleasure spark up from the base of my cock, twitching my butthole—the ones that let me know an orgasm, apowerfulone, is coming soon. My involuntary moans get louder and louder. I really want him to speed up, but he’s deliberately taking his time, letting my excitement build. And instead of being frustrated, I actually am glad that he’s in such control of me. He has so much more patience than I’ve ever had! I know that when he finally brings me over the edge, it will be the best come of my entire goddamn life.
I can feel it. Christ! Damn! It’s about to happen! And I can tell from the blissful, twitching face Collin is making, he’s just as close. This is so, so amazing! My mouth hangs open and I can’t even make any more noise, because every muscle in my body is so tight, so ready, my breath is fully caught against my throat. Then everything starts to pull in at once, tensing in a delicious swell that contracts in toward the root of my dick—God, it’ll be any second now! It’s coming! It’s coming! It’s coming?—
Whack!
