Chapter 16
NOVA play: Crystalised by The xx
With shaking fingers, I lifted the mask off the man’s face, and he took it gently from my hands. I couldn’t see where he put it, but as his breath danced across my lips, I didn’t really care.
Basically blind and trembling with that bleating, unquenchable need that had erupted out of nowhere, I reached slowly for the man’s face.
I jumped slightly as my fingertips brushed against his warm cheek. Rough five o’clock shadow scraped like sandpaper as I traced a charged path down to his jaw.
“My-loh…”
My name came out in a rasp, and that voice. It was like nothing I’d ever heard before, and it sent my already frantically beating heart into overdrive.
A sudden vivid image of a small cube-shaped home stuttered across my mind as my fingers traced back up the man’s cheeks to his temple. Then just as quickly as it had come, the image blinked out of existence.
“Fuck…” The man cursed, leaning forward into my touch as my fingers danced across his skin. With a low groan, he rested his forehead against mine as if he were as helpless as I was to stop himself.
I slid my hands up into a full head of soft hair. It gathered in thick tufts between my fingers, and The Forgotten leaned even closer as I scraped my fingernails over the curve of his scalp.
“Milo…” he breathed again. My name sounded unholy coming out of his mouth, and I didn’t wait for him to ask. I curled my fingers in those soft, perfect locks and tugged him closer.
Without warning, his lips pressed against mine, and I gasped as that buzzing need sparked like an electric shock directly to my core. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth, and I groaned at the intrusion.
My entire body rolled in reaction to the taste of him. The shockwave of pure need and want that ricocheted through my brain was almost painful.
His soft lips moved as he languidly stroked his tongue against mine, pulling another small, desperate sound out of me.
Blood somehow rushed to my head and my cock at the same time as he cupped the side of my face. I jumped as I realized he’d removed his tactical glove, and his bare skin brushed against me as he stroked a thumb over my cheek.
“So warm…” he hummed, pulling away from me enough that I whimpered in desperation. My hips rolled without my permission as I clung to him desperately. Both my hands were still curled into fists in his soft hair, and I held him firmly to prevent him from pulling away.
“No, please… don’t go…” I choked, too lost in these strange, baseless emotions to even care that I was begging this dangerous man to stay.
He hovered, and though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his gaze on me as it raked down my entire body. My nipples tightened in the heavy silence, and my hips rocked again, causing me to shiver as my stiff cock rubbed against the cotton of my boxers.
There was a thick swallowing sound, as if The Forgotten was just as wrecked as I was in that moment.
He was going to leave me.
He was going to leave me here like this…
For some reason, that made me so incredibly sad.
Why was I so freaking sad?
“I’ll ask you again, Milo. What is it that you want?”
You. I want you.
The thought ripped across my lust-drunk mind so violently that I gasped.
Why? Why did I want him?
What was happening to me?
When it became clear I was going to be unable to respond, he seemed to take pity on me.
“Do you want to come, Milo?” His deep, velvety voice was so visceral. It felt like he was touching me, even though I was the one with my hands still buried in his hair.
Each puff of his breath warmed my lips as his words rolled over me, and another hot surge of blood rushed to my cock.
Before I could worry that I had completely lost my mind, I found myself nodding.
“Please…” I whispered, and a low, animalistic growl rumbled out of his chest. He rested his forehead against mine, and I whined. But still, he didn’t touch me.
“Alright. Let’s see how well you can listen this time, Milo. Are you gonna be good and do as I say?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Y-yes, sir.” The moniker rolled off my tongue with ease, and the rightness of it shocked me.
I didn’t have time to think too much about it, though, as The Forgotten had buried his face into the side of my neck.
He released a groan that sounded so erotic it should come with a warning label.
The man’s hot mouth latched onto the sensitive spot just beneath my earlobe, and he sucked on my skin gently, causing a rush of warmth to grow deep in my belly.
I cried out and arched, cradling his head closer as I completely lost myself in the wave of gooseflesh that his wet kisses were drawing out of me.
“So good for me,” he hummed into my ear, and I shivered. “Take these off, please,” he whispered, plucking at the elastic waistband of my boxers. I scrambled to do as I was told, wiggling out of the cotton shorts and leaning back on my elbows on the bed.
My chest was heaving with each breath, and all I could see was the smudgy silhouette of him towering over me between my knees at the end of the bed.
Again, I could feel his gaze on me, and it was zoned in directly between my legs.
What was I doing!? This wasn’t like me! This was crazy!
“Milo. Focus. Get out of your head.” The command slammed into me with such force that my heart stopped beating. “Show me how well you can listen, sweet boy.”
I nodded, and The Forgotten’s shadow leaned closer. I felt the bed dip as he rested one hand on my hip and hovered, still not touching me at all.
My cock was throbbing with the need to be touched, and his warm breath skated up my shaft as he held himself over me, clearly just allowing himself to enjoy the view.
“You’re so fucking hard, Milo. You really do need to come,” he murmured, and I whined, rolling my hips again, hoping he would take pity on me and finally give me some relief.
I jumped as a hot, wet substance drizzled up my aching shaft, and my brain fully went offline when I realized he’d just dropped a thick line of spit on me.
“Touch yourself. Rub it in. Get yourself all wet, Milo.”
Like I’d been waiting for the command my whole life, my hand flew to my cock. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. I felt desperate to please him and even more desperate to unleash the hot aching need that was demanding to be released.
He slid up my body as I began to stroke myself, and I felt his breath puff over my lips.
Each glide of my hand was smooth and slick, thanks to the string of saliva he’d dropped on me moments before.
Crap, crap, crap… I was gonna freaking come!
“Slow down, Milo,” he ordered, and I jerked in anguish. His words seemed to have a physical pull on me, and I don’t think I could have disobeyed if I tried.
My strokes immediately slowed down, and a gush of precum oozed out of my tip, making my cock even wetter.
I whimpered as the man above me groaned.
“You leaking for me, baby? Are those little balls of yours nice and full?”
I nodded desperately, unable to form actual words. All I could manage was a kittenish mewl as I struggled against the need to explode all over myself.
“I bet they are. You’ve been so good waiting for me, haven’t you?”
Wh-what?
“Mmm, it’s going to feel so good when I finally let you empty them out,” he purred. He was so close, but so far. I wanted so badly to touch him. The line of space between our bodies felt freaking electric. My hand stuttered on my cock as I arched toward him in an attempt to get closer.
“Don’t stop. Keep going. I didn’t tell you to stop,” he hummed, his quiet voice full of tender authority. I whimpered and choked on a desperate sob as I forced myself to do what he said.
“You’re getting close,” he observed as a literal tear slid down the side of my face and into the mattress. “Ask me if you can come.”
I gasped, squeezing myself in an effort to stop the overwhelming need to explode everywhere. I hadn’t realized he was going to make me ask permission! What if he said no and I couldn’t help it? What would he do to me?
“P-please, sir. C-come? P-please?”
He hissed through his teeth, another deep, animalistic growl filling the room.
“Jesus Christ, Milo. You’re going to fucking kill me.” His voice cracked, and he sounded like he was almost in pain. With his still bare hand, he cupped the side of my face and wiped away the tear that had fallen.
“Yes, baby. Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead. Show me how pretty you look coming all over yourself.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, my cock stiffened in my hand.
“Oh!” I gasped as my entire body locked up. My balls drew up against me, and wave after wave of full-body pleasure exploded from my core.
I cried out as hot, wet cum began to shoot out of me in heady spurts. I felt it splatter across my chest and coat the underside of my chin.
“That’s it, Milo. Don’t stop, keep going until you’re finished,” The Forgotten’s velvety voice encouraged me, and my hand slid freely up and down my shaft as I came and came and came.
The euphoria was so much more than just physical. The black hole in my mind opened with a great, mind-melting yawn, and I was hit with an onslaught of feelings and snapshots that felt like they belonged to someone else.
A lilac sky and a warm summer breeze.
Sundappled streets and chilli pepper key chains.
My name rasped in two syllables…
Another name that was on the tip of my tongue…
I jumped in surprise as I felt the warm wall of The Forgotten’s body lean in closer. He licked a hot line up the side of my neck as I shivered beneath him. I was confused and lust-drunk by the time I realized he was lapping my cum up off my throat and chest.
He rumbled out a deep, masculine sound of pure ecstasy as he slowly cleaned me with his tongue.
“Wh-wha—” I tried to speak, and immediately regretted it, as the sound of my voice snapped The Forgotten out of the trance he’d seemed to succumb to.
“Fucking Christ,” he cursed as he tore away from me, and I whined in agony at the loss of his warm mouth on my skin.
I couldn’t get a handle on my emotions.
I couldn’t see…
Where were my glasses?
What was I doing?
I felt a soft tap on my lap, and I fumbled blindly to find that he’d tossed my glasses to me. I slid them back up my nose, and the world snapped back into focus.
He had his mask back on and was as far away from me as he could get, standing silhouetted in the door to my bedroom.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice tight with that painful yearning feeling again.
“The sooner you put that war-drive in the stack, Milo, the sooner I’ll have what I need to give you the answers you’re looking for. Please… just… do it before the MRI contrast wears off.”
I nodded, biting my lip anxiously as he turned to leave.
He paused, turning back abruptly.
“One last thing.”
“Yeah?”
“You let Sebastian try to kiss you again, and I’ll cut out his fucking tongue and deliver it to you in a damn box. You hear me?”
“Jesus… You’re going to traumatize the poor boy,” the man’s AI groaned, causing the glowing blue circle in his mask to pulse.
“Probably too late for that. Remember Larson?” he grumbled back, making a ‘kaboom’ motion with his gloved hands. It took me a second to realize that motion was meant to represent the way Melanie’s head had exploded.
“Ohmygod…” I whimpered, horrified. “P-please don’t hurt any more people, not because of me.”
“Don’t give me a reason to. Be fucking good, Milo. No more kissing other men… In fact, no more touching other men. Keep your hands to yourself, and no one gets hurt. Understand?”
“Y-Yes,” I croaked.
“Good. Good boy,” he mumbled before finally turning and leaving me alone in the dark.