Chapter Twenty-Seven

Yours

Vince

“Not a fucking word,” I growled to the incubus behind the front desk at the Elfknot Motel as he handed me the key for room 15.

He was practically bouncing in his seat. “I’m just excited. Have fun. Are you staying all night again? Because my shift ends at—”

“No.” I turned and strode for the door, my cock already thickening as I stepped outside and headed down the covered walkway.

My gaze swept over the half-empty parking lot, but I couldn’t see his car. I glanced at my phone as I reached room 15 and hurried to unlock the door. 7.41 p.m. Okay, I was early.

Not because I was desperate or anything.

Okay, I was.

I needed to fuck him again. Just one more time. Just to purge him from my system for good.

I’d been tense and restless all afternoon, but for a different reason this time. I hadn’t been able to concentrate at all. The hours had passed at an agonising pace. I’d left work at five-thirty on the dot, gone home and wolfed down some food for fuel, then showered and got straight back in my car.

I glanced back again as I opened the door to room 15, just in case he was pulling into the parking lot. He wasn’t. After stepping into the room, I immediately closed the curtains and emptied my pockets onto the dresser, then dropped the bottle of lube on the bed. It had the same leopard print sheets as last time. Jesus, I hoped they’d been washed.

That incubus had probably snuck in here and rolled around on them after we’d left.

I tugged off my boots and socks, then went to remove my sweater because I was hot and flushed and impatient, but decided not to in the end. I didn’t want to appear too eager when he got here.

He hadn’t replied again, but I knew he’d be coming. He had to.

Except what if he didn’t?

I shook out my hands as I paced the room, my cock already stiff and throbbing in my jeans. I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time we were here. I couldn’t stop imagining what I’d do to him this time if he showed up.

He had to show up. I couldn’t take this anymore.

He’d done something to me. Arrogant, pompous Crossbody had gotten into my head, made me fucking desperate for him. I hated it.

I crossed the room again to check the time on my phone. 7.49 p.m.

If he made me wait again, I was going to fuck him so hard he’d be walking funny for a week. My belly dipped in an excited rush at the thought, dick jerking with eagerness. I was probably going to fuck him that hard anyway. Like I was punishing him for making me feel this way.

And I knew he’d love it. He’d just ask for more. Beg me for more.

Perfect little slut.

I sucked in a sharp breath and held it when I heard the faint rumble of an engine outside. It got closer, then cut off. A few seconds later, I heard a car door open and close, the chirp of a lock being engaged, then footsteps approaching.

I was already vibrating with pent-up need. And anger. I was angry at him for doing this to me, messing with my head like this, consuming my thoughts until I kept dreaming about fucking him on the back of a giant leopard in a wrestling singlet fighting an equally giant panther in the Goliaths arena. The dreams had gotten a little weird.

He knocked softly on the door, and I was flinging it open barely two seconds later, breathing fast as I stared at him. His chest was rising quickly too, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he parted them to speak.

I didn’t give him the chance.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yanked him into the room and slammed the door, then shoved him over to the bed until he fell back onto it, long legs splayed and hanging off the edge. After stripping off my sweater in one swift movement, I crouched and attacked his fly, tearing it open and ripping his pants and briefs down his legs.

Crossbody’s breath hitched as he quickly shifted into his true form but kept his wings hidden again, which I was grateful for. I didn’t want to have to worry about injuring them, and I didn’t plan on taking it easy on him.

Fuck him for making me like this. Desperate, mindless, almost feral.

I couldn’t get him naked fast enough. I yanked off his shoes, taking his socks with them, and pulled his pants over his narrow feet as his trembling fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt. His stiff cock jutted below the tails of it, flushed and twitching as it grew even harder.

I was already ripping open my fly as I straightened, almost stumbling when I pushed my pants down my legs and kicked them away. My vision was a little hazy as I shoved him higher on the bed so I could kneel between his legs, my chest heaving and blood pounding in my ears.

Reaching between his thighs, I ran my fingers over his hole to make sure he’d stretched and lubed like I’d told him to. A guttural groan burst from my chest when I felt his slick, softened hole clench against my fingertips, and my cock was already leaking as I clutched the base of it in a quaking hand and shifted closer.

A flush was spreading over his chest and neck as he hurriedly lifted his knees and reached for me, abandoning his half-undone shirt. Long, trembling fingers clutched my shoulders as I notched my cockhead against his hole and pushed, sliding in easily. A shudder ran down my back. It was like his body was eagerly sucking me inside.

Crossbody’s head ground back into the mattress, stretching his slender neck taut as a guttural moan tore from him. Hooking my elbows under his knees, I leaned forward and started pounding into him hard and fast, my hips moving of their own volition. He was tight and hot and fucking perfect.

At once, those desperate moans of his started up, loud and breathless and making me grit my teeth as arousal throbbed through my whole body. My hips were smacking against him at a furious pace, and the bed was creaking non-stop underneath us. I could hear how ragged my breathing was, my skin growing hot and damp with sweat as my hair hung in my face.

Needing to get even deeper, I jacked his hips up higher and leaned forward until I was plastered to his front. I could feel his heart hammering against mine. I could hear those gasping moans in my ear. I could smell his skin as it heated, like expensive soap and something natural and herbal that was just him.

I buried my face in his neck as I groaned helplessly, breathing him in, scraping my teeth over his pulse point before briefly sucking it and tasting him. Crossbody’s fingers flexed on my shoulders as he sobbed out a moan, digging in harder before they slid higher and clutched fistfuls of my hair.

I was panting into his neck, my hips still thrusting manically, driving my cock into him at a hard, frantic pace. His body jerked beneath me from the force of it, legs trembling against my arms, and his fingers tightened in my hair, scraping over my scalp and making me shudder with pleasure.

I found my mouth trailing higher, up his elegant neck to the hinge of his jaw, where I bit down lightly with a groan. Crossbody moaned as he clenched around me, his cock leaving slick trails on my skin where it was pinned between our stomachs.

Then my head turned at the same moment his did, our ragged breaths clashing before our mouths crushed together and we were kissing for the first time.

A shudder rippled down my back as I groaned hoarsely, already plunging my tongue deep and fucking his mouth with it. It was messy and feverish and uncoordinated, but I couldn’t stop. He was moaning continuously, frantically stroking his tongue against mine, his breaths trembling out of him and his hands clutching my hair so tight it hurt.

I started to shake, my hips speeding up even more until I could barely keep kissing him, but I still didn’t stop. I realised I was grunting into his mouth with every manic thrust, getting louder and louder, almost as loud as him. My lower back tightened, my hips stuttered and my tongue licked feverishly into his mouth as my balls wrenched up tight and my cock stiffened to the point of agony.

A strained sound tore from my throat as the orgasm slammed into me, hard and brutal and so intense that my scalp went numb and white noise filled my ears. My cock flexed with each spurt of cum, buried to the hilt inside him, and my hips pushed against his ass so hard I was folding him in half. When it finally began to ease, leaving me shaking and weak, I heard myself whimper. My breaths were ragged and trembling against his mouth as I kept kissing him, unable to stop.

Crossbody hadn’t come yet, but he didn’t seem to care as he moaned and kissed me back harder, untangling his fingers from my hair to wrap his arms around my neck. I was panting into his mouth, light-headed and dazed from how hard I’d come, my hips still languidly thrusting and dragging my sensitive cock through his tight channel.

It started stiffening back up when he clenched around me, and another hoarse groan rumbled into his mouth as I shuddered with pleasure. My hips began to rock with intent, and Crossbody’s breath hitched. Within seconds, I was fucking him again, fast and frantic as I plunged my tongue deep and glided it feverishly against his.

I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop fucking him, couldn’t stop kissing him, couldn’t stop groaning at the feel of his body against me, around me, his tongue in my mouth.

Releasing one of his legs, I tunnelled my trembling hand between us and fisted his cock, shuddering when I felt how painfully stiff he was. I needed to take care of him, make him come, show him how fucking much I loved being inside him.

Because I did. I loved it. I hated how much I loved it.

Crossbody whimpered plaintively against my lips when I started jacking him fast, my thumb bumping against that piercing on his cockhead with every upward stroke. Within seconds, he was shaking wildly, his tongue thrusting into my mouth over and over as his moans grew louder and more desperate.

When he stiffened and his cock throbbed in my fist, he finally tore his mouth from mine as his head craned back, the tendons popping in his neck. A strained shout ripped from his throat, vibrating against my lips as I ran my tongue over his Adam’s apple and groaned when I felt cum pumping onto my fingers and stomach.

Crossbody was shaking uncontrollably, sucking in ragged breaths as the tension began to ease from his body. His hand threaded through my hair again as his neck relaxed, and then he was pulling my face back to his and kissing me desperately, moaning into my mouth.

I slowed my hips so I could savour the feel of him clenching rhythmically around my cock and take in the sensation of his soft tongue gliding against mine. Tilting my head, I sank my tongue deeper, and he moaned gutturally as the tip slid into his throat.

One of his hands lowered to grasp the back of my thigh, making me grunt into his mouth. He slid it higher to grip my ass and moaned again as he dug his fingers in, wordlessly urging me to fuck him harder and faster.

God, he was…

Pulling my tongue from his mouth, I broke the kiss just enough to pant against his lips and hoarsely ask, “You want more?”

“Yes,” he breathed, gazing up at me pleadingly with heavy, lust-glazed eyes. They were beautiful. Hooded, fringed in long lashes, and such an interesting colour.

He lifted his head until his lips whispered over mine again, making me shudder, his tongue emerging to brush softly against me.

“Vince.” He nuzzled my cheek, then the sensitive patch of skin beneath my ear, mouthing at my earlobe. “Say it. Please.”

I went weak with lust, even as my hips started rocking faster.

“Such a little slut,” I rasped into his ear, my cock pulsing when he whimpered. “You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you, Crossbody?”

He whined, nodding frantically.

“You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”

“Please.”

“You want my cock inside you all night again, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he moaned, still clutching my hair and trailing his fingers over my scalp. “All night. Fuck me until I pass out.”

I groaned, nuzzling his neck and trailing wet, tonguing kisses down the length of it.

“I’m your little slut,” he breathed, tilting his head for me. “Yours.”

Shuddering with pleasure, I lifted my head and crushed my mouth back to his.