Chapter Fifteen – Jessa
Chapter Fifteen
Jessa
He looks sinful like this, covered in my slick. This second orgasm was the best I’ve ever had without penetration. I just squirted for the first time in my life, and it was on a steel, mouthless face. All Castien needs to do is sit still, and that’s enough to drive me crazy.
I’m aware it’s not only physical, but psychological.
He turns me on mentally. With his ten commandments and his talk about what’s forbidden…
The simple fact that he’s a virgin who’s never even touched himself is enough to make my clit throb again.
I want to mark him in every way I can. Everywhere.
I’m the first woman he’s ever had, and I want to make it memorable for him.
Is it wrong of me that I want to ruin him for anyone else who might come after me? I’m feeling possessive, all of a sudden. Maybe I’ll be selfish and keep him all to myself.
I’m still catching my breath from coming twice in a row, but the sight of him kneeling between my legs with my wetness all over his face makes me want him all over again. His silver eyes glow as he stares up at me.
“Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
“Yes. But more than anything, I want to kiss you, and it pains me that I can’t.”
Just hearing how much he desires me does interesting things to my brain.
I realize how much he must want to be human.
It must be terrible for him to have only one part of his body resembling something human – his cock – while the rest is pure machine.
No lips to kiss with, no tongue to taste with, just endless steel.
I guide him up, so our faces are close.
“Let me try something.”
I close my eyes, lean in, and stick my tongue out to lick where I smeared myself on his face. The steel is warm, and I taste myself on him – salt and the tang of my own body.
Castien shudders and growls.
“I can feel your taste.”
I lick him again, bolder this time, dragging my tongue across the curve of his jaw and down to where his neck meets his shoulder.
The wine in my system makes me brave enough to do this, to give him what he wants even if it’s not a real kiss.
Without the alcohol buzzing through me, I wouldn’t have had the guts to get this far with him.
His hands shoot out and grab me by the waist. He pushes me onto the bed and hovers over me while heat radiates off his entire body. I smile and lie back, letting him take control, curious to see what he’ll do next.
He doesn’t do anything, though. He freezes, as if uncertain. It’s either because he’s waiting for permission, or because he doesn’t know what to do. It could be both.
I take one of his hands and guide it down my body, feeling my skin hot and damp with sweat as I place his palm on my breast.
He kneads the flesh gently, but because he’s so rigid and strong, the pressure is intense, relentless. He’s burning hot, and as I’m trapped under him, his heat makes me sweat even more. I arch up into his touch, wanting him to explore every part of me.
I guide his hand lower, over my stomach and between my legs. He looks down and watches as he slowly sinks one finger inside me. His digit is hot and hard, not bending or giving like a human’s would. The steel is almost unforgiving.
“You’re so warm,” he says. His voice is full of wonder. “So wet. So tight.”
“Do you like it? It’s all just for you.”
He pumps his finger carefully, worried about hurting me. I reach for his cock, wrap my hand around the shaft, and run it from tip to root once. The steel is smooth and hot under my palm.
That’s when Castien stops moving, and I think I made a mistake.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“No one has ever touched me there,” he says. “I never touched myself.”
“Let me,” I say. “I’ll make you feel good if you let me.”
I’m asking for permission, even though I realize it’s a little late. I don’t want to push him or force him into something he doesn’t wish to do. I want this to be his choice, for him to say yes because he wants it and not because I’m demanding it.
“All right,” he says. “I trust you.”
I feel him relax. I place my hands on his chest and push him off me.
He goes willingly and lies on the bed while I climb on top of him and position myself between his legs.
I once again wrap my hand around his cock, then the other, too, trying to touch as much of him as I can.
I rub him with both hands, relishing in how massive he is.
Thick, long, and made of the same steel his whole body is covered in.
Silver fluid drips form the tip and runs down the shaft.
I spread it with my fingers, using it to glide up and down.
“Do you know what this liquid is?” I ask.
“It must be produced by my Aether Core,” he says.
Well, that’s amazing. Because I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.
I’ve always loved having a man come inside me, but I never risked it before.
Except a few times, and every time, I was stressed afterward, lying awake at night, doing calculations in my head and counting days.
The anxiety would eat at me for weeks until my period came and I knew I was safe.
But with Castien, I can do whatever I want.
I can live out every fantasy I’ve ever had, because he’s perfectly safe, with no risk of pregnancy, and no sexually transmitted diseases either.
He’s so clean and perfect, while I’m the one who’s sweating and dripping everywhere.
My thighs are slick with my own wetness, and my hair sticks to my forehead and the back of my neck.
I’ve always thought sex was messy and kind of gross, if I’m being honest. It’s different with him.
He remains clean and perfect while I fall apart.
“Is it okay if I taste it?” I ask.
Castien stares at me in shock. I can tell the idea never crossed his mind. He deliberates for a moment, then nods.
I lower my head and hold his gaze as my tongue licks his cock from base to tip. The steel almost burns, but the liquid is cool and sweet. I wrap my lips around the head and suck.
Oh fuck, the liquid tastes incredible. It’s sweet, reminding me of pineapple juice, which makes no sense at all, and I can’t get enough of it. I release the tip with a pop and lick my lips.
“I love it,” I say.
“You do?”
“You have no idea how good you taste. I would drink you every day. May I have more?”
He nods, and I feel him getting even hotter as his temperature rises.
I close my eyes and lose myself in it, working my mouth up and down his cock.
There are no veins or ridges, and the contrast between the hot steel and the cool juices makes me dizzy.
It’s like drinking cold pineapple juice on a hot summer day.
I moan as I bob my head up and down, trying to get more of him down my throat.
The smoothness of him makes it easier than it would be otherwise, and I relax my throat and take almost all of him until I can feel the head press deep.
His balls are hard, and I wonder if they’re just decoration or they serve any actual purpose. I play with them anyway, rubbing them while I work the rest of him with my mouth. I would ask him, but I doubt he knows himself. At this point, I know his anatomy better than he does.
Castien grunts and moans above me, his hands gripping the bedsheets. I can hear the fabric tear under his sheer strength.
“You should stop,” he says, his voice sounding strained. “Or I... I can’t... hold back.”
I move faster instead of stopping, looking up at him, wanting him to see that I’m giving him permission. I want this.
I want to drink all of him. I can’t get enough of his taste.
I’ve always liked giving blowjobs but was never a fan of the taste of cum.
It’s something I can tolerate because I want to please whoever I’m with.
Especially when I was dating men who drank too much beer or smoked cigarettes, the taste was bitter and unpleasant, and I had to force myself to swallow.
But I could spend hours sucking Castien’s perfect cock just to get more of his pineapple-flavored liquid.
If this is what his Aether Core tastes like, then I want to eat it. Basically, I want to devour his heart.
He comes with a loud groan, and his silver cum floods my mouth, refreshing and sweet. I swallow it all. More pulses out, and I lick every drop, not wanting to waste any. I lap at him and clean him up, running my tongue along every inch of steel to make sure I get it all.
He collapses, and the mattress bounces under his weight.
I climb up his body and straddle him, pressing my pussy against his cock. He’s still hard. I’m soaked and sweat drips down my spine and between my breasts, while he lies under me looking perfect and pristine.
“Do you ever go soft?” I ask.
“Not when I’m around you,” he says.
“Have you been hard all this time?”
“From the moment I met you.”
His confession makes my eyes roll in my head.
I bite my lip and start rubbing my pussy up and down his length, coating him with my wetness.
He places his hands on my breasts and massages them, and the heat from his palms makes me gasp.
I arch my back and grind harder against him.
He slides smoothly between my folds, and the pressure against my clit is almost enough to make me come again.
“I could come just from this,” I say. “But I want you inside me.”
“I want to be inside you,” he says.
I chuckle.
“It’s good we’re on the same page for once.”
I grip the base of his cock and position the head at my entrance. We look at each other for a long moment.
“I’ll have to take it slow,” I say. “You’re... big. I love it, but it won’t be easy for me.”
“I’m at your mercy,” he says.
I push down slightly, feeling the scorching steel spread me open.
At my mercy. He makes me feel powerful. Fuck me, I’m becoming addicted.