Chapter 2: The Perfect Human

Adam’s fingers dug into the thick thighs straddling his face as the girl continued riding his tongue. She rotated her hips in a shameless rhythm, her body pressing down every time his tongue met the right spot. She moaned loudly, one hand gripping the headboard while her other tangled into his hair, pulling him towards her own willing mouth.

Meanwhile, his cock was being sucked by another, just as enthusiastically. The girl took him in greedy, messy strokes, gagging briefly before sliding farther down until her nose pushed against his gut. She dragged her tongue along the underside of him on the slow backstroke, and the wet sound accompanied the third girl who was currently gnawing on his left nipple. She scraped her teeth across his skin and twisted her tongue in a way that had his other hand flying to her side. Her fingers curled against the skin on his opposite side, as if she couldn’t decide which part of him she wanted to explore first.

Adam laughed against the woman on his face, the sound muffled by her grip on his head.

"Christ, you three are starving this evening."

The girl on his cock pulled off with a loud pop and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"You called us all at the crack of dawn, Adam. What’s wrong?"

He grinned against the heated skin on the girl in front of him, giving her another long, slow lick down her sex. Her thighs shook and she cursed loudly as she ground against his face. The woman on his side had her teeth digging into his other nipple in protest, and he let out a yelp between his clenched teeth.

Everything was perfect this evening.

Adam Albert. Thirty-two years old and a face most would kill to possess. His good looks weren’t the only thing people envied, either. A body sculpted from years of ruthless exercise and healthy food. Fortune that made politicians blush. And an ungodly arrogance that made everyone in the scientific community both despise and adore him.

Scientists had practically canonized his name in an attempt to make sense of the man. The most ridiculous rumors claimed he was an angel who had fallen to earth. He personally laughed at those stories, and promptly framed the article in his personal library.

His life had been one long list of impossible achievements. He had conquered the energy crisis, creating a stable, cheap, and accessible power source that governments fought over. He had published the findings on a cancer cure under a false name and watched as pharmaceutical companies scrambled to beat his competitors to the punch. Several months later, the virus that caused AIDs was declared eradicated. That was just the beginning. He had mapped the complex pathways of neural regeneration, and was currently working on a full-scale artificial organ regeneration project. His climate models were cited all over the world with many governments adopting his policies in an attempt to combat global warming.

All things that the people of earth were hoping to achieve in the next century, but had so far failed miserably. He did it all before most of them even realized it.

He was cocky because he had earned the right to be.

The girl on his face screamed as she came, her thighs clamping down so tight on his head that Adam could barely breathe. He kept licking at her, his fingers digging into her skin until she whimpered and shoved her hips forward. Adam slid his tongue from her core and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He grinned lazily up at the ceiling.

"Good girl. Now move. I want that mouth on me before I get charitable."

The woman slowly slid off his face, her skin slick with sweat and juices. The one who had been sucking his cock moved up his body, kissing a trail up his stomach before leaning down and taking his other nipple into her mouth. Her tongue curled loosely against his skin while her hand slid down the side of his chest, her fingers bunching into the fabric. The third girl, who wore her dark hair in a neat braid, shifted lower and took hold of his cock once more, her mouth sliding down his length at an easy pace. She met his gaze as she did so, her expression soft and wanton.

Adam exhaled sharply through his nose and ran his fingers through her dark hair.

"Like that. Slow and easy. Easy."

The woman on top of him nuzzled against his other side, her teeth marking his skin more roughly than the girl on his breast had. Adam let out a string of curses and pushed up against the mouth below him. The wet sound of her gagging made his hips jerk, and the scent of sex and the expensive perfume the women wore filled his nostrils. The city outside the penthouse’s balcony door glowed with neon lights.

Living like this was normal for him. Adam had always enjoyed the finer things in life, and his wealth allowed him to indulge whenever he wanted. It was rare that something genuinely surprised him.

The government vied for his favor, and corporations paid handsomely for his services. Every country and organization with any intelligence on him had files buried in their databases, most of which were written in languages no one on the board actually understood. None of them had managed to successfully control him. He was too useful, and they all knew it. He had too much potential. His presence was something that could benefit every one of them, and as long as he remained as he was, none of them could risk outright killing him.

The woman on top of him began grinding her hips against his stomach, leaving a wet trail down his abs. The girl between his legs continued to suck him with alternating hands and her mouth, her pace slow and deliberate. Adam let his head fall back against the pillows and moaned.

"Come on, come on. Just like that."

The dark-haired girl took him all the way down her throat and swallowed until his hips jerked against her. She looked up at him while her mouth slid slowly up and off his cock, her gaze hazy and unfocused. The woman on his chest kissed him, her tongue licking at her own juices from his lips.

Adam groaned, one hand tangled in dark hair while the other clamped down on the girl’s hip. His body was coiled too tight and he wanted to cum all over the woman sucking him, but he fought it, needing to feel the stretch of her throat around him. The girl on his chest licked at his neck greedily, her lips making wet noises as she did so.

"Don’t stop," Adam growled. "Don’t you dare stop."

The dark-haired girl took him back down his throat while the one on his chest nuzzled her face into his neck. Adam’s heart pounded in his ears and he stared up at the ceiling. His muscles twitched, his skin tingling. He was so close he could almost taste it.

"Come on, keep doing that. Just like that, I want you to - "

All at once, the dark-haired girl swallowed him down until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Adam let out a choked gasp and his hips snapped forward. The girl on his chest kissed him passionately as she licked at his lips, tasting herself on him. Adam’s cum coated the inside of her mouth, dripping down her chin as her eyes watered. She held his gaze the entire time, her throat bobbing, her fingers clutching at his waist.

When she finally lifted her head, a strand of spit connected her lower lip to the head of his cock before falling to the sheets.

Adam let out a shaky breath and a self-satisfied smirk curved his lips.

"Not bad, not bad at all. Give me five minutes and we’ll do this again. I want the redhead on my face when we start."

The three women laughed, and one of them reached for the champagne on the nightstand. Another laid along his side, nibbling at his shoulder. The last woman cleansed her mouth and climbed up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Adam closed his eyes briefly, the feeling of the women around him settling into his bones. He was on top of the world. He had built this life for himself and no one could take it from him. He was rich beyond comprehension and the women flocked to him like bees to honey.

The balcony door was still open and the silk curtains fluttered in the night air. Somewhere far off, across the city, a red laser beam swept across the glass from the rooftop of an unknown building. It traced the edge until it found the side of his head and paused. Adam Albert never heard the shot that killed him.

The bullet tore through the side of his temple and out the other, leaving behind a wide spray of blood across the silk pillow and the girl laying next to him. His body spasmed once before he went limp, his eyes still half-open. A cruel twist of his mouth was the last thing the three women saw before they screamed.

At forty-three floors below the penthouse, Adam Albert, the perfect man, died with three naked women in his bed and the taste of sex on his lips. In some distant jungle, deep within an ancient forest, a soul with nowhere else to go crawled into the husk of a dying man and refused to leave.