Chapter Twenty-Eight

Really Terrible Customer Service

Vince

Sometime around midnight, we finally took a break.

Breathing hard against his sweat-damp shoulder, I eased my softening cock from his ass and rested my forehead against his nape as I caught my breath. Crossbody moaned softly, face down beneath me with his cheek resting on the pillow, eyes heavy and languid with satiation.

My arms were shaking from holding myself up for so long, my elbows threatening to buckle. But instead of collapsing beside him, I found myself nuzzling his nape, nudging strands of hair sticking to his skin out of the way so I could press a soft kiss there. He shivered, moaning again as I trailed my nose and mouth lower, kissing my way down his spine. I bypassed the bunched-up shirt still tangled around him and nuzzled his lower back, then the swell of his ass before kissing him there as well.

I was pretty sure I’d kissed almost every inch of him at this point. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Not those long legs I was worryingly infatuated with yet, but I planned to do that soon. Trail my lips and tongue up one, all the way to the crease of his groin, then start again on the other until he was trembling and pleading with me.

My sensitive cock twitched, but I reluctantly pulled back and sat up, smoothing my hands over the globes of his ass and gently spreading him so I could see his hole. It was stretched and swollen, still slightly open, and my gut throbbed with renewed arousal when Crossbody flexed it, causing a trickle of cum to seep out and run down to his sac.

“Jesus,” I rasped, wanting to plunge my cock straight back inside. Or bury my face between his cheeks and tongue him feverishly, tasting myself on him.

He needed a break, though. He’d deny it, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I shifted off him and stood on wildly unsteady legs, grabbing my pants on the way.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, lazily stretching his long limbs, still sprawled on the bed.

“Just to get us a drink.” I sounded like I’d been eating gravel.

I knew I should’ve been smart and brought some water with me this time, but once again, I hadn’t expected us to stay this long. Which had been really fucking stupid of me.

Once wouldn’t have been enough.

We’d been fucking for hours, and I still hadn’t had enough.

Pulling on my pants, I grabbed my wallet and left the room, shivering from the cool night air against my sweat-damp skin. The incubus behind the desk straightened eagerly when I walked into the front office. There were two bottles already waiting on the counter in front of him.

“Taking a breather?” he asked in sympathy, but a sly grin stretched his mouth. “Me too.”

“Shut up.” I shoved back my messy hair and approached, seeing his eyes flare as they tracked down my bare chest and stomach.

“Will you please tell me who’s in there with you?” he begged. “Just describe him to me. Just so I can picture both of you when I jack off again.”

“This is really fucking terrible customer service,” I told him.

“Because unholy shit,” he continued, undeterred, his eyes briefly closing as he placed a hand on his chest. “The sounds he makes. The way he moans. It’s like… a fucking symphony. It’s perfect .”

It is , I silently agreed, but I huffed and raised an unimpressed brow at him. “There’s no fucking way you can actually hear us from here.”

“I went for a stroll around the parking lot,” he said innocently. “I’m a conscientious employee. It’s my job to make sure everything’s nice and peaceful for our guests.”

I wasn’t sure how much peace any guests in the rooms near ours were getting, but I didn’t give a single shit.

Clearing his throat, the incubus pushed the two water bottles on the counter closer to me and smirked. “On the house.”

“Why?” I asked blankly, but I was already picking them up.

“Just feeling extra incentivised to make sure you have the best stay possible at our fine establishment,” he told me with a bright smile. “So you’re inclined to continue using the Elfknot Motel for all your… needs.”

“Sure,” I deadpanned. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice to a sultry murmur. “No, really. It is absolutely my pleasure . My big, hard, throbbing—”

“Got it.” I turned and strode for the door, feeling his gaze drop to my ass.

No one was around as I headed down the walkway, and only a couple of the rooms I passed had signs of life in them—the glow of lamps behind the closed curtains and the muffled sounds of voices and TVs.

When I got back into our room, Crossbody was just emerging from the bathroom, his legs visibly trembling and his half-buttoned, sweat-soaked shirt twisted and crumpled and still hanging from his elbows.

He gave me a tiny, relaxed smile as I dropped the water bottles on the bed and crossed the room, instinctively reaching up to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and remove it for him. The damp fabric dropped to the floor behind him as my eyes dipped to take in his naked body. My stomach clenched with arousal.

Why couldn’t I get enough of him?

I found myself shifting closer until my front brushed his and smoothing my hands down his narrow hips, then around to squeeze his ass. Crossbody hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his arms loosely around my neck.

“Are you sore?” My voice was a hoarse croak as I tucked my face under his jaw and nuzzled his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like warm skin and clean sweat and the two of us mixed together.

“No.” Crossbody sighed in pleasure, then moaned softly when my hand shifted inward to trail my fingers between his cheeks, running them over his hole. He was still slick. He hadn’t cleaned himself up there, because I knew he loved the feel of it.

“You like feeling my cum leaking out of you?” My breaths were growing ragged as I lifted my head, trailing my nose across his cheek.

Crossbody made a soft sound as he caught my lips with his, sinking his tongue inside and making my fingers tighten on his ass. My cock was already half-hard, and it stiffened against his in my jeans.

Soon we were kissing feverishly again, messy and uncontrolled, breathing fast as we stumbled over to the bed without separating. Crossbody reached between us and fumbled with my fly as I loomed over him on the mattress, still fucking his mouth with my tongue. He tugged my pants down just enough to free my stiff cock, then wrapped his hand around it and raised his knees as he guided it to his hole.

I sank all the way inside with ease, groaning into his mouth as my hips pressed tight to his ass. Long fingers clutched at my back, his short, neat nails dragging over my skin to leave more marks like the others he’d already made.

I started rocking my hips, matching my pace to the thrusting of my tongue in his mouth. The slick sound of my cock fucking his ass was obscenely erotic. He was already so full of cum, and I knew he wanted more, so I worked to give it to him, pumping my cock inside him in rapid, jarring thrusts as I rasped the words I knew he wanted to hear. Calling him my little slut, my cumdump, a perfect needy whore who only wanted to get fucked. He went wild, moaning and feverishly kissing my jaw and neck and shoulder as he clutched me tight, long legs twined around my waist.

He came first, his hole clenching rhythmically around me as he gripped my ass hard with one shaking hand to keep me buried deep. His cock jumped between our stomachs, shooting cum onto his chest, and he turned his head to drag his trembling mouth across my cheek and kiss me again, mewling plaintively.

The moment our tongues met, I stiffened and started to shake. A hoarse sound left me as I came in his ass for what had to be the dozenth time tonight, lazily sliding my cock in and out as it flexed.

After giving him one last slow, deep kiss as he panted weakly, I sat up and reached for one of the water bottles with a trembling hand. I was dehydrated as fuck. I had no idea how there were still any fluids in my body.

Crossbody lay beneath me, eyes closed and a flush staining his neck and chest as he tried to catch his breath. He stretched his arms above his head with a tiny groan, long legs shifting to rub against my hips and thighs. I smoothed my palm down one absently as I gulped some water.

Pulling the bottle back, I rasped, “You need to drink.”

“Alright,” he murmured, still soft and pliant. Unsteadily, he shifted up to lean against the headboard, wincing when he put pressure on his ass.

“Are you sore now?” I asked, shucking my pants and knee-walking forward to lean back beside him. “I could run you a bath.”

He huffed a tiny laugh and took the bottle from me. “There’s no way I’m getting in that tub.”

Instead of getting irritated and wanting to call him a pompous dick, I felt my mouth twitch. “Yeah, me neither, honestly. Don’t know how clean and conscientious the staff are here. The incubus at the front desk is just a horny creep.”

Crossbody leaned his head back after sipping some water and smiled over at me, face soft and relaxed and his hooded eyes drowsy. My throat closed up a little, so I looked away and stretched out my aching legs with a grunt.

He huffed another laugh, shifting his knee outward so it rested on my thigh. “Are you sore?” he asked teasingly.

My chest squeezed tight. It messed with my head when he was like this—relaxed and agreeable and almost sweet. His whole demeanour changed. He wasn’t uptight and standoffish and cold. He wanted to touch me all the time. He smiled at me.

“Yeah,” I admitted in a croak.

He chuckled and set the water bottle down before shifting closer, slouching to settle his head on my shoulder with a sigh. My chest squeezed even tighter, heart thumping hard as I exhaled a slow, unsteady breath. After a second, I found myself resting my cheek on the top of his head and closing my eyes.

This was fucking weird.

But I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.