Chapter Twenty-One

Crossbody Finds Heaven

Crossbody

The steering wheel creaked under my hands as I clutched it tight, still sitting in my car and staring at the door of room 15 at the Elfknot Motel.

I’d never been here before—obviously—and it looked… well, like the kind of place that someone stayed at to secretly have sex with the co-worker they despised.

I’d arrived at precisely 7.59 p.m., but I hadn’t moved after parking beside Vince’s car. I knew he was in there. Waiting.

Waiting to fuck me.

My stomach bottomed out as I glanced at the time on the dash again. 8.19 p.m.

He would probably leave soon if I didn’t find my courage and actually get out of my car. I was surprised he’d waited this long, honestly. But I knew, if I could bring myself to go and knock on that door, he’d be annoyed by my tardiness.

I shifted anxiously in my seat, and breathless anticipation cut through the nerves teeming in my stomach when the slickness between my cheeks reminded me of what I’d done before coming here. I’d followed the order in the text he’d sent this morning. After a thorough shower, I’d rested a foot on the edge of the tub and stretched my hole with one, then two, then three fingers, shivering with anticipation the entire time.

But now I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was horribly nervous and excited all at once. I was mortified by what I’d done last night while drunk—calling him and touching myself while he listened. While he said those things to me.

And I’d begged him. Begged him to fuck me. Which was why he was here.

Exactly, the voice in my head whispered. He’s here. Which means he wants to fuck you too. And this is your only chance.

He’d been very clear about that in his text. This was a one-time thing. I was fine with that. I didn’t want to keep doing this with him.

I just… wanted to know what it would be like with him. I needed to know. Just once.

Exhaling a slow, unsteady breath, I finally unbuckled my seatbelt and glanced at the time again. 8.22 p.m. If I didn’t do it soon, he was going to leave.

And I’d never know.

My legs were trembling as I got out of the car and locked it. The slickness between my cheeks made my cock tingle and start to fill with every slow step I took toward the door of room 15. He’d already drawn the curtains, so I couldn’t see inside.

I glanced around furtively as I approached. The Elfknot Motel was a long, single-level strip of rooms on the outskirts of town. A pink neon sign above the front office at the other end of the low building declared, VACANCIES, which didn’t surprise me. There weren’t many other cars in the parking lot. The place looked old-fashioned and dated, even to me.

And sordid. Seedy. It sent a shiver of lust up my spine.

This wasn’t something I did. I was a fae prince. I was supposed to be dignified and regal at all times, not trembling with lust in the parking lot of a seedy motel, about to get fucked like a desperate, cock-hungry slut by the uncouth ghoul who despised me.

My cock hardened to the point of agony, prompting me to raise my hand as I stopped in front of the door. I quickly looked down at myself before knocking. I was wearing a pair of soft, tailored grey trousers and a loose-fitting sage green shirt. I hoped I didn’t look like I’d made too much effort.

Though I supposed it didn’t really matter what I was wearing. We were here for sex and nothing else, so I probably wouldn’t be wearing my clothes for long.

My gut swooped with anticipation as I finally rapped my knuckles softly on the door. It wasn’t at all cold out here, but I was shivering as I stood there and waited for what felt like an eternity.

When I heard the click of the handle, my heart began to pound even faster, and I tried to arrange my face into a calm, almost bored expression. I knew I failed spectacularly.

My breath caught when the door opened and I saw Vince standing there in jeans and a black sweater. He stared at me in silence, then stepped back and held the door open so I could walk inside.

Neither of us spoke as he closed and locked the door behind me. I couldn’t even take in the room, nerves and anticipation making me light-headed, and I almost jumped when Vince finally spoke.

“We do this once and that’s it.” His voice was rougher than normal. Gravelly.

I swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”

When I heard movement, I turned and saw him pulling his phone out of his jeans pocket and setting it on the dresser. Then he picked up the bottle of lube resting there and tossed it onto the leopard print-covered bed.

“And you want me to act the same as before, right?” he asked in a flat, impersonal tone.

Strangely, it calmed me somewhat. He wasn’t trying to humiliate me—at least not before we… began. He was here to fuck me, I was here to get fucked, and that was that.

“Yes,” I repeated hoarsely, my cock jumping and my fingers flexing by my sides.

“Safeword?”

My pulse leaped. I’d had to look up what that meant after he’d mentioned it in his text. I’d done it while brushing my teeth, and had ended up with toothpaste foam dripping all over my hand and chin as I got distracted reading various articles and blog posts on my phone.

I cleared my throat, but my voice was still hoarse when I said, “Foxglove.”

He nodded once then stripped off his sweater, making my breath hitch and my cock throb, even though I’d seen him shirtless innumerable times.

He lowered his hands to his fly and popped the button. “Strip.”

I swallowed thickly. Hands trembling, I reached up and began to undo my shirt buttons until the soft fabric slipped off my shoulders and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. After tugging off my shoes and socks, I fumbled with my fly and felt a flush creep up my neck as I pushed my trousers and briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. My cock jutted out from between my hips, stiff and already beginning to leak.

I shifted into my true form as I straightened, but kept my wings hidden. They would probably get in the way. When I looked at Vince again, he was naked, and more embarrassed heat flooded my face when my prick visibly pulsed at the sight of him.

He was lean and sinewy, toned with muscle, his hips narrow and shoulders strong but bony. His hard cock was flushed a darker grey than the sickly pale shade of his skin, and his eyes were like big, burning black holes as he stared at me in silence.

They dropped to take me in. All of me. My fingers flexed by my sides, and I had no idea why I was so nervous. I’d been naked in front of him before, in the arena. Shamelessly splayed, showing him everything.

He wrapped a loose fist around his cock and stroked absently as his gaze trailed back up my legs. My breaths shallowed, prick twitching and spilling a drop of pre-cum that clung to my piercing.

Vince’s dark eyes flared.

“Get on the edge of the bed on your hands and knees,” he rasped briskly, trailing his fingertips along the underside of his cockhead. My belly clenched when I saw threads of slickness clinging to them, leaking from his tip.

My heart pounding, I turned toward the bed and heard his breath catch. My legs were wildly unsteady as I crossed the short distance and knelt on the edge of the mattress, then leaned forward onto my hands. My face was hot as I stared down at the leopard print sheets, but I knew what he wanted to see, and he knew what I was here for, so slowly I shifted my knees wider and lowered myself onto my elbows, curving my spine.

Vince’s breath hissed out of him. My slick hole clenched, because I could feel his gaze on it, and it made my cock jerk as it hung between my legs like a steel bar. I was already painfully hard, my sac pulled up tight. My whole body tensed in anticipation when I finally heard him moving closer.

I shuddered when the pad of his thumb smoothed over my hole, making it clench again. No other part of him was touching me, except for the light brush of his knuckles against my taint.

“You prepped like I told you to,” he rasped, sliding his thumb back and forth over my hole while I bit my lip, trying not to whimper already. Then he huffed. “Of course you did. You can’t fucking wait to have a cock inside you, can you?”

I shook my head, fingers curling into the sheets as my spine arched even more, sinking my chest into the mattress. “N-no. I can’t wait. I need it.”

“Such a fucking cockslut.” He was breathing faster now, and when he abruptly sank two fingers inside me, I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut as a shiver of pleasure raced down my spine.

I was glad he’d told me to get into this position. I didn’t have to look at him, and he wouldn’t be able to see how much this was already affecting me. He wouldn’t be able to see the pure, unbridled desperation on my face.

A choked sound left me when his other hand cupped my balls, before he reached further between my legs to skim his fingers up my shaft. I started trembling harder when he began playing with my piercing, twisting the metal ring and tugging on it lightly. When the fingers inside me shifted and began stroking over my prostate, I shuddered as a hoarse moan rose in my throat.

His fingers grew slick against my cockhead from the pre-cum steadily pulsing out of me, and another plaintive moan escaped when he withdrew both his hands. I thought I heard the faint sound of him groaning around something, as if he was sucking my pre-cum off his fingers, and the idea of it made pleasure stab through my belly.

My fast breaths sounded harsh and loud in the quiet of the room as he reached for the lube. There was a click, then the sound of him squirting the liquid onto his fingers. I bit my lip again as I listened to him slick up his cock, before cool skin brushed against my ass and blunt pressure was suddenly pushing at my hole, seeking entrance.

“Bear down on me.” His voice was low and rough, and I instinctively obeyed, my breath leaving me in a rush as the head of his cock tunnelled forward and popped inside.

A groan escaped him as I clenched around it, which made a dull ache flare but quickly begin to fade. I was trembling all over, my vision blurry as I stared down at the bed, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Does it hurt?” Vince asked in a tight, ragged voice as his hands finally settled on my hips, making my breath catch. He gripped me hard, and I could feel his gaze on where we were joined.

I shook my head quickly. “N-no.”

He slid in another inch, then pulled back before sinking deeper. I was shocked by how slow and careful he was being. I’d assumed he’d asked me to get ready in advance so he could fuck me as fast as possible. Not waste his time, he’d said.

Vince’s cock was inside me, I realised in a mind-numbing rush as his hips finally met my ass, his entire length buried. I had a cock inside me. I was ass-up on a leopard print bed in a seedy motel room with my infuriating ghoul co-worker’s prick buried to the hilt inside me.

Oh fuck.

“Still okay?” he bit out, voice tight, and I nodded quickly, because this—him being slow and careful and considerate—wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast, to call me a dirty little slut, to make me feel like one.

As if he’d heard my desperate thoughts, Vince tightened his grip on my hips and slid his cock out to the head, then slammed it back inside. My neck arched as a choked sound escaped me, and then a low, trembling moan tore from my throat when he started thrusting hard and fast. So hard that my whole body was jerking on the bed, the sound of his hips smacking against me filling the room.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed, tensing my upper body so I stayed in place.

Vince’s breaths were loud and ragged, and I could feel the tremor coursing through his legs as he pounded his dick inside me. My hot forehead met my arms as I moaned loudly with every thrust of his cock. When I heard him huff out a breathless laugh, I shuddered with pleasure and tilted my hips back even further.

“You really do sound like a whore when you’re getting fucked,” he panted, sliding his hands down to dig his fingers into my ass cheeks and spread them wider.

I whimpered, stretching my arms above my head and resting my cheek on the mattress as I clutched the sheets tight. They smelled clean but still musty, like they’d been washed a million times before in cheap detergent. They were worn and thin, scratchy against my skin, and I revelled in the feel of it. In each and every sensation. The cheap sheets under my cheek. The hard cock pounding inside me. The long fingers gripping my ass painfully tight. The sound of Vince’s ragged breaths. The thump of his sac against mine with every brutal thrust that made my eyes roll back in my head.

I was almost delirious, shivering from the bliss throbbing through my body. I could hear myself moaning continuously, desperate sounds that burst from me each time his hips smacked against me and his cock stabbed deep. He was fucking me furiously now, his pace almost manic, and his breaths were sawing out of him. He seemed to be making sure his cock rubbed against my prostate with every thrust, and it was sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my whole body. My prick was dripping onto the bed, and when I slid my knees out wider, the tip rasped over the sheets and made me shudder from the damp friction.

“F-fuck.” The word tore from him as his pace sped up even more, until my moans turned into one continuous, trembling sound. My eyes rolled back. The fabric under my cheek grew wet with drool. It almost felt like my body wasn’t whole anymore, just a bundle of nerves being flooded with unimaginable pleasure.

I started shaking uncontrollably. A different kind of orgasm was building inside me—one I’d never felt before. My trembling fingers clutched the sheets even tighter, pulling and twisting them, and my thighs were quaking so much I wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep holding me up.

I realised I was chanting his name when a helpless groan tore from him, his fingers digging into my skin so hard they felt like claws.

“V-Vince. Vince.” My body locked up, toes flexing to the point of cramping and my lungs struggling to take in enough air. My voice hitched with every brutal thrust of his cock. “Vince, Vince, Vince—”

The orgasm hit me so hard that it felt like all my senses shut off. I stopped breathing entirely, I couldn’t hear anything but ringing in my ears and my vision winked out as my whole body throbbed with utter bliss.

My cock jerked between my legs, shooting onto the bed in fast, forceful spurts as I shook wildly, unable to make a sound. Then the overwhelming pleasure eased enough for me to suck in a gasping breath. I heard Vince let out a guttural groan, his cock still pounding inside me frantically, before he stiffened and his shaking hands slid up to clutch my sides.

“Fuck,” he bit out as his hips jerked erratically and locked up. I felt his hair tickling my back as he hunched over, and another hoarse moan rumbled from my chest when his cock flexed and pumped his cum inside me.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned again, voice strained and breathless as he shook against me, fingers digging into my skin. “Jesus. Fuck.”

I moaned softly, panting into the bed as my thundering heart finally began to calm. I knew I’d just collapse if I attempted to move yet, and I could feel myself still clenching rhythmically around Vince’s cock, so I stayed exactly where I was, savouring the last few moments of it.

Because it was done. That was it. He’d said he was going to fuck me once, and he had. This was never going to happen again. I’d never get to feel this again. At least not with him.

He hadn’t even pulled out yet and I already felt bereft.

I heard Vince’s throat click as he swallowed, his breathing heavy and ragged. His hands gentled their grip and skimmed down my sides, over my hips and onto my ass, squeezing weakly. His cock pulsed inside me, and my breath hitched as he moaned and rocked his hips in a languid thrust.

Despite how unbelievably hard I’d come, my prick was already twitching and starting to stiffen back up. I whimpered, still shuddering with aftershocks, and rocked back, which made him inhale sharply.

“You want more?” he bit out, voice tight and unsteady.

I nodded frantically, still trying to fuck back onto him. “Yes. Please.”

His fingers tightened on my ass, and suddenly he was shoving me forward so I landed on my belly and clambering onto the bed to kneel between my spread thighs. The mattress compressed by my sides as he leaned over me and sank his cock back inside, making me gasp as my neck arched.

“Good, because I’m not done yet,” he snarled, already fucking me again, hard and fast. “We’re only doing this once, so I’m going to fuck you as many times as I want tonight.”

“Yes.” My eyes fluttered as renewed pleasure coursed through my tingling limbs. “Please.”

“You’re just going to lie there and take it like the needy little slut you are.”

“Yes,” I gasped again between the hitching moans that left me with every smack of his hips. “Yes. Yes.”

“What are you?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged lightly, making me cry out with pleasure.

“I’m a n-needy l-little sl-slut.” I moaned desperately.

“Whose needy little slut are you?”

“Y-yours. Yours.”

“That’s right,” he snarled, tugging on my hair again, a little harder this time. “How many loads do you think this ass can take, your highness ?”

Oh fuck .

“As m-many as you want to give me,” I sobbed, hands scrabbling over the sheets as he fucked me furiously. “Please. Please.”

He let out a breathless, vicious laugh. “You’re going to regret saying that.”