Chapter 11 #2
Sucking in a sharp breath, Adam inches a little closer, and I glare at him.
“No. Don’t move. Don’t you dare. No sniffing or licking or…
anything.” My words are punctuated by a shaky moan as I imagine Adam’s tongue on me.
This is wrong. It’s so wrong. He doesn’t understand.
He can’t consent. I can’t take advantage of him like this.
Adam whimpers but doesn’t move again, his fingers twitching.
Is he imagining grabbing my cock? Is he even capable of imagining that?
I certainly am imagining it vividly, and even the guilt I feel over it doesn’t override the pleasure.
Stroking up, I run my thumb over the slit, teasing around the tip of my cock before pumping it again.
Another whimper comes from the other side of the clearing.
Adam’s cock is out, long and thick, hanging between the two pairs of his legs, bobbing as he shivers.
He reaches for it but stops just short of touching himself before returning his hand to where it was, pinning me with such a desperate look that my insides clench.
Is he waiting for my permission? Because I told him not to move?
Holy fucking shit, is that even possible? And why the hell is it so hot?
“You can touch yourself,” I say, the hottest words that have ever left my mouth. “Show me. Show me how you touch yourself, Adam.”
Throwing his head back on a hissing exhale, Adam grips his cock with two hands, squeezing tightly.
A moan is torn from me as he moves his hands, mine subconsciously mirroring his motion.
Then he surprises by reaching inside the slit his cock came from, moving his long fingers there, his entire body twitching and jerking.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, jerking myself harder. “That’s so fucking hot. Does it feel good to touch yourself there? Do you have a spot inside that makes you see stars when you brush against it?” Damn, would my cock fit inside of him?
The spikes on Adam’s cock look soft under his palms, but they stiffen as he gets close.
Whimpering, he freezes, his eyes finding mine, silently begging me to join him.
And I do, not caring that this behavior should be impossible for a creature so primitive as Adam, or that it’s wrong to do this with someone I can’t even communicate with.
Squeezing my cock as tightly as my tingling fingers allow, I shuttle my hand over the tip, faster and faster, until my balls draw tight and my body pulses with imminent orgasm.
“Now, Adam,” I grit out as I come, my cum splattering across the forest floor.
Adam comes silently, his body freezing as pearly gray liquid spurts from his cock.
Our eyes meet and stay locked as our bodies twitch with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
Our orgasm, because this truly was one shared between us.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as the strongest waves ebb. “That was…” Wrong? Perhaps. Abso-fucking-lutely amazing? Definitely. The strongest orgasm I’ve ever had? Fuck yes! But what happens now?
Adam seems to be worried about the same thing, because he lowers himself to the ground with his spinal spikes flat to his body, just like when he was “apologizing” for hurting me by lifting me the wrong way.
The way he looks at me suggests he’s waiting for my reaction, and he doesn’t expect it to be good.
How did I ever think he wasn’t intelligent?
He’s more intelligent than half my high school classmates.
“This was amazing,” I tell him softly, keeping my tone light to show how much I enjoyed our little jerk-off session.
“I should probably feel bad about this since I’m not sure you understand what’s happening, but you’re so much smarter than I thought, aren’t you?
I know you don’t understand what I’m saying, but I liked it, Adam. As long as you did too, we’re good.”
As I talk, Adam’s posture grows relaxed, the spikes on his back straightening again. His tail flicks from side to side as he regards me and, before I have a chance to feel awkward about still lying on the ground with my quickly softening cock out, he darts off into the jungle.
“Well. I’ll try not to take it personally.” It’s not like I wanted a cuddle, did I?
Taking advantage of no longer having an erection, I quickly take care of my painfully full bladder, then shuffle toward a nearby bush, hoping to get some leaves to clean myself with.
All I see, though, are the bright red leaves of the alien poison ivy.
They’re mesmerizing as they glow in the dim light, the dark red veins pulsating like actual blood running through them.
Since there don’t seem to be any suitable leaves around, I wipe my hands against the moss on the nearest tree trunk, which only makes them dirtier.
Damn, I should really wash myself. And drink something.
A rustle announces Adam’s return. He proudly presents several thick roots to me. They still have fresh dirt stuck to them, so he must have just dug them out. Making sure I’m watching, he grabs one and digs his claws into it, cutting it in half. A gel-like substance is revealed.
“Oh, great,” I sigh. “Another local delicacy? Well, it can't be worse than worms.” Taking the root from Adam, I bring it to my mouth, only to have him grab my wrist and pull my hand away. I frown. “Not for eating?”
Cutting open another root, Adam scoops up the gel and rubs it between his hands.
I don’t see the point of getting my hands even stickier, but when he keeps looking at me expectantly, I follow his lead.
The gel is cool and surprisingly light, not sticky at all.
Once I’ve rubbed it into my skin, it evaporates quickly, leaving my hands feeling surprisingly clean.
“Wow. Is this like dry soap? Can I wash other parts of my body with it?” Scooping up more gel, I point to my cock and wait for Adam’s confirmation that it’s safe before rubbing it clean.
Adam watches avidly as I clean myself, and I don’t have the energy to tell him to look away.
He’d probably pretend he doesn’t understand me anyway.
Or does he understand me? Because sometimes, it feels like he does. Not everything I say, but a word here and there. He certainly seems to almost magically anticipate my needs, but how?