Page 23 of Fembot
Lucky nuzzled the back of his neck. Soft lips left kisses on his sleep-warm skin.
“Good morning, Winnie.” Lucky’s voice was rough from sleep.
Winston thought of asking to record him sometime so he’d be able to listen to it long after he was gone from Winston’s life.
“What’s wrong?” Lucky asked, propping himself up on his elbow.
Winston felt Lucky staring down at him.
“You were all soft and sweet, and then you got all tense on me. What’s wrong, Winnie?”
Winston loved and hated that name in equal measure. He also loathed how Lucky could read him like that. “Stupid perceptive bastard.”
Lucky leaned down and kissed Winston’s temple. “Yes, but I’m your stupid perceptive bastard.”
He wasn’t, though. And that was the problem.
“Now tell Lucky what’s going on with you so I can fix it.”
“Nothing. I promise it’s nothing.” Winston rolled onto his back so he could look up at Lucky. From the way he was boring holes into Winston’s skull, Winston knew he had to give Lucky something or he’d keep pressing and picking. “I missed this, that’s all.” A shred of the truth was better than an elaborate lie. Winston sucked at lying. Partly because he hated being lied to, but also because he had a terrible memory, and it was easy to catch liars if you had a better one.
“Winnie…” Lucky leaned down and hid his face against Winston’s skin, his hot breath washing against him.
They’d had this conversation, and they’d had it to death. Lucky was only a top about twenty-five percent of the time. Winston was a bottom one-hundred percent of the time. He’d tried to top once, early on, but it had been a miserable experience for them both. They’d tried to make it work after that, but Winston never shook the look on Lucky’s face when Winston had failed at the one thing Lucky had ever asked of him.
And that wasn’t fair either. Because Lucky hadn’t asked. Winston had tangled himself up in the fact that Lucky liked to bottom almost as much as Winston. He’d been desperate to prove to Lucky that he could fill that need, and he’d failed utterly.
“Winnie, you think too loud.” Lucky kissed Winston’s skin. “Let me make you feel good.”
His hand skimmed down Winston’s body. He wanted to be altruistic and noble and refuse Lucky’s advances, but he was young and weak and horny as hell.
“Lucky, you…”
“Don’t worry about me. Let me do this, Winnie. Please.”
“We shouldn’t. We shouldn’t have last night either.” Winston protested with his mouth, but his legs spread themselves shamelessly when Lucky’s hand found its way between them.
“Let us have this.” Lucky breathed the words against Winston’s skin. He sounded tragic and tortured, and Winston hated that he was responsible for that.
“Let us enjoy this,” Lucky said as he slid between Winston’s legs and kissed his way down his body.
Winston gave himself over to Lucky, to the feeling of being loved by him.
Lucky took his time with Winston, kissing his belly button, which made Winston laugh, and then licking the underside of his cock, which made him moan.
“I have to admit…” Lucky wrapped his hand around Winston’s shaft and gave it a languid tug. “Having Calvin two feet away from us is hot at hell.”
Up until that moment, Winston had forgotten about Calvin. His body stiffened, which made Lucky laugh. His breath ghosted over Winston’s aching cock. Once Winston remembered that Calvin was incapable of being offended that he’d been momentarily forgotten, Winston felt better. Besides, having Calvin there last night had added something to the dynamic between him and Lucky, and Winston found himself suddenly eager to explore that.
“Careful, Lucky, or I might think you’re only with me for my robot.” Winston reached down and combed his fingers through Lucky’s hair.
“I mean, it’s not a bad perk.” Lucky laved his tongue over Winston’s balls.
God, he was so fucking sensitive there. He spread his legs to allow Lucky more room, his foot bumping into Calvin.
“Do you want him to watch?” Winston asked, stretching his arms above his head to keep himself from grabbing Lucky by the hair and fucking his face.
Lucky took Winston’s cock into his mouth and hummed his approval.
