Alien Gerard who, after learning about sex, becomes so insatiable and shameless that you have to teach him a lesson on manners.
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You used to think that you could never have too much of a good thing.
That was before Gerard learned about sex.
It was exciting at firstâthe alien seemed to have an endless supply of energy, and he was more than happy to fuck you any time you wanted. His libido was shockingly high.
But as the months passed, his cravings didnât wane.
You werenât always available for a quickie, so heâd taken to swiping your things to make up for your absence. Humping your pillow, using your hand lotion as lube as he stroked himself, even nabbing your toys for himself. He always gave your things back, of courseâwashed if need beâbut more than once youâve gone into his room, asking if heâs seen whatever it is you canât find, only to walk in on him with a pair of your panties fisted around his stiff cock.
And heâs so shameless about it, too. He never moves to cover himself, and sometimes he doesnât even stop touching, he only slows down his pace. He doesnât quite grasp the human social convention of embarrassment and shame surrounding sex and masturbation. At all.
âAre those my panties?â You asked, standing in his doorway.
He hummed, fist still stroking his dick, and you can see how heâs getting your panties all wet with his pre.
âYeah, but donât worry! Iâll wash them and give them right back after Iâm done,â he replied, as if talking about borrowing a towel and not using your underwear to beat off.
And heâs so loud, too. You've had to crush your head between pillows to try to drown out his high-pitched moans and shrill whines so you can sleep. Whenever you ask him to quiet down, he pouts and claims he âcanât help it, it feels too good.â
Heâs the least well-behaved in public. Youâve tried to tell him how he has to control his desires when you guys are out, but he still struggles with it sometimes. Eyeing you hungrily and shamelessly at the beach, pawing at you in the dark at the movie theater, whispering about how your boobs look âreally niceâ in your shirt when the two of you are at a restaurant.
You usually roll your eyes affectionately, blush, reprimand him half-heartedly. Itâs a miracle he hasnât gotten the pair of you in trouble yet.
But he gets carried away one day when he decides to tag along with you to the grocery store.
You could tell that he was having a hard time containing himself that day. In the car ride over you had to snap to get his attention twice because he kept zoning out while you were talking, practically undressing you with his eyes as he mumbled out disinterested âmhmââs as you talked about your grocery list.
Only once you were inside the store did he really start to lose his composure.
You knew he was walking behind you on purpose so he could look at your ass, and you knew damn well he wasnât being subtle about it, either.
âI know youâre looking at my ass, Gee,â you murmured at him in the deserted frozen food aisle, glancing over your shoulder.
His hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours. They were practically smoldering. âYeah. It looks good,â he said, as if he was perfectly innocent.
You hate how whipped you are for this clueless, horny creature.
Brushing past him, you whispered âbehave,â assuming the call-out will be enough to snap him into politeness.
You were bending down to read the price tag on a box of chocolate cake mix when he suddenly pressed up against you from behind. You gasped, hands coming up to the shelves to steady yourself.
âGee! What the hell are you doing?â You scolded in a whisper, eyes darting around. It was a slow day, and the aisle was near the back of the store, but that didnât erase the fact that you were very much in public, and anyone could amble by and catch you two in a compromising position.
He whined, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling heavily. Heâs always had a thing for your scent.
âPlease,â he whined under his breath, nuzzling against your shoulder. âCanât wait, no one will see, pleaseââ
You stood and whipped around to face Gerard, quickly backing him up to the other side of the aisle, a scolding finger raised in his face.
âBad,â you hissed under your breath, eyes sharp. If heâs going to act like an animal, youâll scold him like one. âYouâre being absolutely inappropriate, andââ
You paused as a shopper passed by the aisle, and youâre sure you two made quite the sightâGerard, wide-eyed and guilty, and you, finger raised and hand on your hip.
They continued on, and you turned back to Gerard. His hazel eyes were round, and you could still see the simmering desperation underneath the guilt. You sighed.
âIâll deal with you when we get home,â you murmured, then strode purposefully towards checkout, Gerard practically stumbling over himself to follow.
If Gerard thought youâd give him what he wanted when you got home, heâd be half right.
Youâre touching him, yeah. But letting him finish is a whole different story.
Gerardâs back arches beautifully, soft tummy pressing up, cock hard and red and angry.
âPle-ase,â he whines, and you have to resist the urge to giggle. Poor thingâs already on the verge of tears and youâve only been at it for ten minutes.
You tut as he tugs at his hands, which are restrained by the wrist, tied to the headboard with red silk. âAh-ah, honey. No pulling.â
His cock twitches in your too-loose grip, oozing pre. You rub your palm over his sticky tip, drawing a keen from the back of his throat.
Leaning down, you lick a stripe up his neck, feeling his throat bob under your tongue. Every exhale is a moan, broken and needy, and absolutely intoxicating. When you squeeze the base of his cock, he practically sobs.
âYouâve been behaving so badly lately,â you taunt, and youâd feel bad if he didnât look so pretty when he cried. âAbsolutely shameless, pressing up against me at the store like that. Do you think thatâs how good boys act?â
âNo, no,â Gerard blubbers, hips bucking up with a frustrated, wet mewl, tears sliding into his hair. âWonât do it again, promise. I couldnât h-heeeelpâmyself.â
You nip his neck before you lift your head, smiling at him sweetly. Your fist tightens around his dick, pumping him heavily a few times before slowing down again. It gives another twitch.
âTell me what youâre being punished for,â you say, voice dipping low in that tone that makes Gerard melt like putty.
His head thrashes back and forth, whimpering, fingers curling and uncurling restlessly. âI-I was inappropriate at the store,â he sniffles. You shake your head.
âHow were you inappropriate, hon? Use your words,â and youâd be lying if the absolute, mindless desperation flashing in his eyes didnât make your thighs clench.
âI p-pressed up against you,â he mewls, eyes squeezing shut, tears rolling down his pretty apple cheeks. âI was so hard, youâohh, mmm!âlooked so beautiful, Iâm sorryââ
ââSorryâ doesnât make you any less naughty,â you say firmly, stroking up the length of his cock once, then focusing on the tip, thumbing his slit. He cries out, back arching up off the bed.
You grin. âSo pretty when youâre being edged. Have you watched that in your dirty videos, huh?â
Gerard shakes his head, gazing up at you with his big wet eyes, lips parted and red and shiny. So sweet. So naive, even still.
His head of his cock is swollen and leaking, and heâs twitching heavily in your fist. You begin to pump him harder, faster, until heâs gasping, eyes rolling back in his head.
âOh⊠ahhhn, yes, please, ahâ!â
You squeeze the base and Gerard sobs, tugging wildly at his restraints, dick throbbing so hard it looks painful.
Straddling one of his thick thighs, you lean down to kiss one of his wet cheeks. âShhh, baby,â you coo, licking the salt from your lips. Your other hand gently cups his face, and he nuzzles into your palm with a heartbroken whimper. âOnly a little while longer. Youâve got to learn to behave. Maybe if youâre good for me, Iâll sit on your face. Maybe Iâll even let you cum, if I think you deserve it.â
