Chapter 18 #2
It’s just him. Him, surrounding me, that makes me feel better.
“Explain,” he rasps.
I nod against his lips. “It’s like…I don’t fry out because it’s everywhere. You’re not overloading one node—you’re…buffering the signal. Like a multi-point dampener. God—this is what the device was missing.”
He pulls back enough to study me, pupils blown. “Localized input,” he says, “could never account for systemic neural feedback. You’d get pain spikes, sensory rejection, signal dropout.”
“Exactly,” I breathe, reaching between us to tug at the waistband of his briefs. “But if we design it to distribute—to overlap contact points instead of isolate them—”
“—then we stabilize the signal,” he finishes, helping me shove the fabric down his hips. “And…”
I think he says something else, but I’m too fixated on what’s between us.
His cock—springing free of his briefs, heavy against my lower belly…alien.
Alien, and turquoise like the rest of him, turning pink, then neon yellow at the tip. Plus—jesus, he’s got extras? These like…little soft hooks on either side, like they’re designed to stretch.
He holds me close as he stretches out on the bed, taking one calf into his hand, kissing along the inside of my shin. He settles in between my legs, so close that he can kiss me into silence if he has to…
And when he looks at me, all the pressure is gone. All the science, all the theories, all the desperation of only you can help me here.
Right now, it’s just me wanting him.
Him wanting me.
…I hope.
“You want this,” he rasps, “right?”
“God yes,” I breathe.
Then he begins to press inside me…and I think this is what my brain has been craving ever since that night when I came on the floor of the lab.
Him touching me everywhere. Not just in one, agonizing spot.
All over.
My breath stutters, my hands claw at the sheets, and my whole body arches to meet him because the pressure—god, the pressure is right. Deep and spreading and grounding in a way that makes my head go blissfully quiet.
“Yes,” Kaelion murmurs, awe slipping through the discipline. “That’s—good. That’s very good.”
He keeps moving, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside me. I feel those little hooks, softer than expected, move to help stretch me for him.
It…helps, actually. Feels good.
So, so fucking good.
And I’m not coming again yet, which is oddly a relief.
We just…exist like that for a moment. My heartbeat syncs with his. I can feel it under my hands where they’ve slid down to his chest, where that silver plate mars the smooth plane of his skin.
“Any pain?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head. “No. Just…full.”
His mouth curves. Soft. Not clinical at all. “You’re regulating beautifully.”
“I want to fucking scream like a wildcat,” I admit, giving him this stupid smile.
He leans in closer. “Be a good girl and stay quiet,” he whispers.
Then he kisses me hard…and he begins to move.
Kaelion fucks me like he’s testing velocity curves.
Every stroke is calculated—deep, even, smooth as silk over steel.
Like he’s collecting data from the way my body squeezes around him, the way my legs twitch and thighs flex, the way my pupils dilate when he hits just the right angle.
And he does hit it—again and again, like he's already mapped my anatomy down to the micron.
He keeps his forearms on either side of my head, hands curled into the sheets, tendrils wrapped loosely around my legs as I wrap myself around him.
I can feel my orgasm winding up, but it’s not fast this time. It’s not a sudden detonation or a hair-trigger explosion. It’s like…a current. A magnetic pull building behind my ribcage, crawling up my spine in sparks and heat.
Kaelion lowers his mouth to my ear.
“Is it better?” he asks. His voice has roughened, finally shedding the clinical edge. “Dispersed input. Multi-point feedback. Stimulus saturation.”
I nod so hard my teeth clack.
“Talk to me,” he orders. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Everything,” I gasp. “It’s everywhere. I’m not overwhelmed—I’m high. Like my brain’s floating, but my body’s so full—god, you feel good—”
He growls, low and guttural, and thrusts harder. The slap of skin-on-skin starts to echo around the room, and it should be obscene, it should be overwhelming—but it isn’t. It’s perfect. It’s like I’m made for this, made for him, and he knows it.
“I wanted to run more tests on you today,” he snarls into my ear. “Bend you over the lab table and lick you until you screamed. Lyn…Lyn, you have ruined me…”
“Oh god—”
“Never broken protocol, my whole life, until you. Until brilliant, infuriating, beautiful…beautiful…”
Neither of us are thinking anymore, and we certainly aren’t experimenting. We are in this now…just enjoying it. Enjoying the rough thrusts, the broken gasps, the everywhere of it all.
And there it is again.
Creeping up, rising, flowing through me—
“I’m gonna come again,” I gasp into his ear. “It feels…feels different—”
His hips slam forward hard enough that the headboard gives a muted thud against the wall. I’m shaking, just riding the wave, my gasps cracking in my throat.
“That’s it,” he snarls, fingers digging into my thighs. “Take me, Lyn. Let it build…don’t run from it.”
Every thrust is deeper now, rougher. He’s not testing me anymore; he’s giving in. He just wants this and he’s fucking me just how I’ve wanted him to, eager and gentle and a little bossy.
“I’ve thought about this,” he pants against my mouth. “About the way you’d feel wrapped around my cock. Watching you come…dying to be inside you while you did it…”
“…and now?” I gasp, dragging my nails down his back, my whole body quaking beneath him.
“Now,” he groans, “I never want to be anywhere else.”
Kaelion slams into me again—so deep it knocks a noise out of me that isn’t even a word.
He’s not teasing anymore, not analyzing, not withholding.
He’s fucking me like he means it. Like I’ve already rewired something vital inside him and he’s trying to burn the whole circuit board down just to feel it again.
My body locks up tight—helpless to stop the way it’s climbing, climbing, climbing—
“I’m gonna—fuck, Kaelion—”
“Do it,” he growls, voice wrecked and breathless. “Come on my cock. Come while I’m deep inside you—so deep you’ll feel me every time you move tomorrow.”
And that—that—shatters me.
Pleasure detonates through me like a solar flare, my orgasm ripping loose so violently that I scream, one hand flying down to clutch at his ass like I can keep him inside me, keep him there while my cunt clenches and pulses and milks every inch of him.
Kaelion makes a sound—half-snarl, half-moan—and his rhythm falters.
“You’re—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight—”
He thrusts twice more, hard and hungry, then goes still with a gasp against my throat.
I feel him come. Hot and deep. Pulse after pulse as his cock throbs inside me, flooding me until I swear I can feel it dripping back out around him.
We don’t move.
Not for long minutes.
My body’s still trembling beneath him, oversensitive and soaked, muscles twitching every time he breathes. And he does breathe—ragged, like he just survived something.
Like we both did.
Eventually, he lifts his head.
His eyes are glazed, golden, gorgeous.
“I think,” he murmurs, “I need to update my hypothesis.”
I huff out a dazed, blissed-out laugh. “Which one?”
“That we were capable of stopping after a single test.” His gaze drops to where we’re still joined. “We are not.”
I smile. “Guess we’ll need a long-term study.”
His hands tighten on my hips.
And Kaelion—sweet, brilliant, maddening Kaelion—smiles back.
“Yes,” he says. “Immediately.”