Eddie had started his day with wondering what Pi was doing when he woke up. Her warmth still saturated his bed, her smell his pillows, her juices his pelvis. It shouldn't' have surprised the mathematician that his dick awoke when his mind traced its path back to what had been done over the last day and a half but it did. He blew out a hot sigh feeling stiff flesh pressed against bunched up bed sheet that was a poor substitute for her thigh. At the same moment two valleys away as Pi wondered what he was up to Eddie knew what he had to do.
Rolling onto his side the nerd wrapped one hand gingerly around his own shaft. No matter how good being lodged deep in a woman felt there was a level of pleasure that only masturbation could obtain and he was resolved to meet that this morning, while thinking about the succubus. Just enough pressure was applied so soft skin was teased by the lines of rougher palm. The first few pulls were unsteady as he ramped his cock up to full erection. Despite being filled with need both in body and mind it always took a few moments of half-flaccidness bouncing about to get going. Once hand and organ were in sync the strokes found proper friction and Eddie gasped. His free hand reached out to grasp at the side of a pillow. Now that really did feel nice. Down the middle of his root tenseness formed, a welcome distraction from the fact the bed was otherwise empty. No fantasy had really formed in his head yet, it was all about the sensation. One leg twitched, toes curling. He closed his eyes and rolled onto his back while working, palm stilled to press thumb along the underside of crown. Nerves flared and with it his pleasure grew along with pressure. Teasing himself in such a way made him feel like his head was pulling tight, that he was about to burst without actually having to worry about it. Still he could only put up with that much sensation for so long. Up across the flat top of head thumb brushed only to dip back down where its touch was more appreciated. His other hand gripped tighter against the pillow.
Mming he gave himself a swift jerk, then another before tracing tension along bottom vein. Fingertips teased at the slit until a few sticky drops of precum crept out. He ran the center of his life line across, gathering up salty anticipation before apply it in a smooth coat back down his shaft. There that was a bit better. The depth of his hardness intensified and now he took the luxury of slower strokes to daydream. He wanted to feel Pi's ass brushing against his hips as he drove her down in the bed, wanted to know from her small whimpers and hard grunts that she liked being stretched by him. He wanted to cum in her, so badly. Part of him entertained demanding that she only wore skirts and no panties around the house so he could have her whenever he fancied. However such control wasn't really in Eddie's character and logically once he wasn't in the throes of fantasy the idea would be discarded. Now though the idea of pushing her over the side of a desk and hiking up skirts before taking her deep seized his mind. His hand slipped away from cock when Eddie felt he was getting a bit too excited and massaged at his sac, in truth it was more if a hard squeeze.
"Oh geez." Now came the hard part Eddie always forgot about. His sock drawer was across the room and he didn't want to stop playing with himself. In fact hand went back to solid fondling. It was at this point where tingles of pleasure caused a man's brain to addle that Eddie always considered just jerking off until he came on his own stomach and cleaning up the mess afterwards. He tugged his skin tight, thumb running down the middle of the top of his shaft with the next three strokes. No one else should be in the house so he could just use the shower to clean up. More precum was gathered and used to lubricate. His eyes turned back to the ceiling, free hand curling against the round of a pillow to pretend it was Pi's rump. Now where was he?
The figment stated over. Pi in his mind's eye was fussing over this or that next to a desk, some sort of paper work, as he walked in and saw the outline of her ass behind cottony dress. Somewhere along the line he was already as ready as he was now, and as he ran his hands over her hidden ass she was already wet enough to receive him. There was a reason the most 'foreplay' that was seen in porno was a blowjob, men's fantasies didn't incorporate it. Eddie often wondered if women's did. Not that he wondered anything right now. His mind had already skipped to him being sans pants and brushing the head of his member against the dripping folds of her pussy as it was revealed. Thus the geek's imagination waxed back to the no underwear rule. As Eddie felt moisture gather at the tip he was already well inside his succubus, crushing her hips again and again against the hard lip of the desk. All the while he was making deep sighs and whimpers imagining her doing much the same. There was something about a woman's voice as she got pushed closer and closer to orgasm that was so fucking erotic.
The muscles of his thighs started to spasm, knees drew taunt. From how the slit of his dick was starting to ease open and the little bursts of euphoria Eddie knew he wouldn't last much longer even as he controlled the angle and stroke of his hand. It wasn't really a fair imitation of how a woman's sex ground against a man but it sure as hell felt good. Still the mathematician was going to hang on as long as he could. Male ass tightened and his back arched until it was almost painful. As long as Eddie could was a mere trickle of seconds.
The hot spatter of his desire was anything but a trickle.
Across his chest the first jet of warm seed fell, mostly atop lightly haired breastbone. Some stained his pudgy stomach. The second gush didn't get far, nor did the rest. It all just oozed over his fingers and meshed with pubic hair. There was the mess he was talking about, it felt a bit too much like sneezing into one's hand. He breathed in and out in small bursts and sighed pleased before reaching for the closest dirty shirt to wipe off his hand.
"You done yet there, slappy?" Aphex's voice slithered from behind some of the stacked boxes. "Cause I don't want to lose an eye."
"Fuck!" Eddie retreated back into the bed, throwing a cover over his nakedness. "Dude! Not cool!"
"Whatever you say, the great white knuckler." From his hiding spot the cat shaped imp padded, tail swishing back and forth in smug amusement. "It's all good, Eddie. I mean hell, everyone wanks."
"Even imps?" Flushed a full red Eddie eyed the little demon with a frown.
"Fuck." Aphex hoped up onto the computer chair's seat, then back, before lying as a cat should. His tail didn't stop flicking. "You see the woman I work for? She's sex on parade so of course I have to flog the faucet now and again."
"Choke the chicken." Eddie chuckled.
Aphex licked his chops, before setting in to clean whiskers. "Swab the deck."
"Discipline the private." This sort of exchange was required for most instances of male bonding. Not that it was helping Eddie's embarrassment ease even a notch but... How cool was a talking cat, really.
"Shuck the man corn." Aphex stretched out one foreleg and paw flexed, claws showing.
"Wow. Man corn, really?" Blowing out a long breath Eddie was at a loss what to really do. He couldn't just slide out of the covers and get ready now, it didn't feel right. He'd never been caught whacking off before.
"Really. " Out the other leg and paw went while the other was drawn back in.
"So... what do you want, Aphex?" With a clearing of the throat Eddie reached for the shirt and used it to clean his chest, under the covers of course. This was dangerously close to a tiny bit gay. Then again at least Aphex hadn't been watching.
The black cat snorted, and then sneezed. "A lot of things but eh... today it's just a quick rundown of matters that I always have with Pi's lovers. See in hell we catch a few things of what's going on in Creation so invariably it's up to me to quiz the mortal on what else she's going to need to fit in. So... what does the normal person in this day and age have?"
