Page 19 of Fembot
Lucky worked his tongue into Winston’s ass at the same time he stroked his cock. It was almost too much. Almost too good.
“Lucky, please.”
Lucky kissed the cheek of Winston’s ass and gave it a squeeze. “Do you need help, Winnie?”
The tip of a finger traced Winston’s hole.
“Yeah. Fuck, yes. Lucky, I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not.” Lucky stopped touching him altogether. “Get on your back.”
The bed shifted as Lucky climbed off. Winston knew what he was doing. Without looking, he could tell what drawer Lucky opened and the exact things he grabbed from it.
Winston rolled onto his back, which was better. He could pretend Calvin wasn’t there. He could focus on Lucky, who knew exactly the right way to take him in hand as he fastened the cock ring around his already too-hard cock and too-tight balls. Once he was secure, Lucky smoothed his hands up Winston’s chest. Fingers brushed his nipples, and Winston let out a shaky breath.
“That’s better, isn’t it, Winnie.”
He nodded and watched as Lucky reached for the lube. Instead of squirting it in his hand first, Lucky drizzled it straight onto Winston’s cock. The liquid was cold at first and it made Winston hiss. Then it felt like nothing. And then Lucky wrapped his hand around Winston’s cock and stroked.
Winston’s breath caught in his throat. He tried to thrust up into Lucky’s fist, but Lucky released him when he tried.
“Lucky,” Winston whined.
“I love it when you beg.” Lucky spread Winston’s legs. “I love how hard you are for me. How desperate. Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve let me in, Winnie?”
He shook his head.
“Too long.” Lucky skated blunt fingertips down Winston’s chest. He took Winston in hand again and stroked his dick hard and fast, like it was a punishment. Or supposed to be. In truth, it brought Winston to the edge, but the cock ring kept him from going over. Lucky let go and Winston felt his cock twitch as it tried to chase down the orgasm that evaded him.
Lucky played with Winston’s nipples. Plucking and twisting and rubbing while he ignored the way Winston’s cock wasleaking on his stomach. Lucky braced himself on one of his arms so he was hovering over Winston, his mouth just out of reach. If Winston wanted it, he’d have to work for it. Lucky’s gaze held his while he stroked Winston slowly and deliberately. His touch was too light, but it was better than the nothing he’d feel if he kissed him.
Winton sat up enough to close the distance and kissed him anyway. He parted his lips for Lucky, inviting him in. Lucky’s tongue swept inside as his hand released Winston’s cock. Winston was being torn apart as Lucky dismantled him brick by brick like he could remake him in the rubble.
Winston whined when Lucky’s mouth disappeared. He relaxed, flopping back onto the bed.
“Roll over.”
Winston wasted no time listening to Lucky. He felt like he was too big for his body. Like there was a Winston inside him that was pressing at all his seams and trying to escape. He lacked grace, and he didn’t give a shit about how awkward his limbs felt as he obeyed Lucky.
He returned to his previous position and found Calvin looking him right in the eyes. Calvin leaned forward slightly, his stare intensifying. Times like this, Winston found it hard to remember that he wasn’t real.
Lucky pressed his slicked-up cock against Winston’s entrance. They’d long ago ditched condoms. They were both on PrEP and had promised that they’d say something if they’d been with anyone else.
“Let me in, Winnie.” Lucky crooned softly, caressing Winston’s back. His hips. The globes of his ass. Lucky’s hands were everywhere. Winston had forgotten how good Lucky could make him feel.
“Let me in that tight hole of yours.”
Lucky pushed forward. The head of his cock popped through the tight ring of muscle, and Winston sucked in a breath at the sudden intrusion. He bore down and did his best to relax as much as possible to let Lucky in. His hands scrabbled at the sheets until he had fistfuls of fabric.
Lucky leaned forward and tilted his hips, pushing himself deeper into Winston. Kisses were peppered across his shoulders. The nape of his neck. Lucky’s breath on his skin made Winston feel like he was being remade. Like new life was being breathed into him.
Sex with Lucky had always been like this, and if Winston could ever be enough for him, he’d keep Lucky. But Winston didn’t top. Ever. His dick flagged at the mere thought of it. And Lucky topped only on occasion. Like tonight. When Winston had walked into the house not knowing what to expect, there had been a certain gleam in Lucky’s eye that sent shivers up his spine.
“That’s it, Winnie, make noise for me,” Lucky murmured in his ear.
He wrapped an arm around Winston’s chest and pulled their bodies close together. It changed the angle that Lucky entered him at. Lucky’s cock, the perfect size, if anyone dared to ask Winston, pegged his prostate with every thrust. The cock ring was the only thing holding Winston together.
Lucky pulled him upright so they were both kneeling on the bed. Winston tilted his head and allowed Lucky better access to his neck. He licked and bit and kissed as he slowly worked his cock in and out of Winston.
