Chapter Thirty-Two

Room Fifteen

Crossbody

At 7.45 p.m. that evening, I sat in my car in the parking lot of the Elfknot Motel and stared down at the unanswered text I’d sent Vince several hours earlier.

I’ll be at the Elfknot Motel from 8 tonight.

Exhaling unsteadily, I finally unbuckled my seat belt and climbed out of the car. The parking lot was mostly empty once again, the pink neon VACANCIES sign glowing in the dark above the front office. I slowly headed that way, wondering if he was going to show up.

I glanced around when I pushed open the door, keeping my expression carefully blank. The front office looked dingy and as dated as the room we’d stayed in. Behind the desk was a man with dark curly hair. I remembered Vince saying he was an incubus. He was already eyeing me in appreciation.

Lifting my chin, I strode over and gave him a polite smile.

“Good evening. Is room fifteen available?”

He’d frozen in place, his eyes widening and slowly trailing up my frame to my face.

“Unholy shit,” he breathed. “It’s you. You’re him.”

A frown twitched my brows. “I’m sorry?”

He was hurriedly leaning over the desk and sticking out his hand. Still confused, I automatically shook it before taking a tiny step back.

“I’m fanboying so hard right now,” he gushed, splaying his hands flat on the desk after releasing me. “ Huge fan of your work. Like, huge .”

“Oh.” I blinked in surprise. “You’ve been to watch the wrestling?”

“Oh fuck, you’re a wrestler ?” He slumped back in his seat and fanned his face. “Is the other guy too? I can’t handle it.”

“I… What?” My brows pinched.

“The sexy ghoul,” he said eagerly. My spine snapped straight. “The one you made wild, passionate love to all night. Twice.”

“Excuse me?” I said stiffly.

“I’d recognise that voice anywhere, even when you’re not moaning and sobbing in pleasure.” He leaned forward in his seat, his gaze roaming over me again. “Fuck. Me. Look at you. Let me guess—fae? That bone structure. Fuck. Those eyes .”

Heat rushed up my neck. I wasn’t sure whether I was embarrassed or wanted to preen, but I forced myself to say, “This is highly inappropriate.”

“I know, right?” He gripped the edge of the desk. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Can I please get the key for room fifteen,” I said stiffly.

“Fuck yes, you can.” He spun and fumbled for the correct key hanging with the others behind him, practically bouncing in his seat. “I am so glad I’m working tonight.”

I quickly paid for the room and snatched the key when he dangled it from his finger with a smirk.

“Appreciate it,” I said coolly, turning and striding for the door.

“Wait,” he blurted desperately as I pushed it open. I paused, glancing back. He batted his eyelashes at me. “Will you at least tell me which of you is the top?”

My nostrils flared. I couldn’t decide whether I was outraged or flattered by the inappropriate question, but then something wicked streaked through me, making me toss back my hair as the incubus practically panted with lust behind the front desk.

“I’m the bottom,” I drawled, fighting back a smirk when he groaned and flopped limply into his chair, then slithered to the floor and out of sight.

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At 7.58 p.m., there was a knock at the door of room 15.

I stood quickly from the edge of the bed, my heart shooting into my throat. Smoothing down my shirt, I crossed the room to open the door and found myself grinning when I saw Vince standing there, looking so handsome in jeans and a tight grey sweater.

He grinned back, stepping inside and kicking the door shut with his boot as he cupped my face with both hands and tugged me down for a deep kiss. His tongue plunged hungrily into my mouth, fingers already trailing over my sides to tug my shirt up. We undressed each other hurriedly, only breaking the kiss when we absolutely had to, and stumbled across the room to fall onto the bed.

It felt less furious and uncontrolled than the other times, but still urgent, tinged with desperation after going a week with nothing. I was already shivering with pleasure as he loomed over me on the bed, his hips nestled between my thighs and his hard cock brushing mine as he groaned and kissed me feverishly.

One of his hands trailed down my stomach to wrap around my cock, stroking it loosely as I gasped and strained my hips up. He ended the kiss to nuzzle my mouth, breathing fast against my lips.

“Did you miss my cock, you little slut?” he rasped, smirking against my mouth as I moaned, my prick throbbing in his fist.

“Yes,” I breathed, capturing his top lip between mine for a soft kiss, which made him shudder and let out a tiny groan as he kissed me back.

“You want to be my cumdump again tonight?” he asked, breathing faster as he gazed down at me with a hint of teasing amusement in his dark eyes.

I grinned, sliding my hands over his narrow hips to splay my fingers over his ass and squeeze. “Yes. Please.”

He smiled down at me and dropped a soft kiss on my cheek, then lowered his head to press another to my neck. I was still grinning as I tilted my head, my insides swelling with happiness. Vince trailed seeking kisses down my chest and scraped his teeth over a nipple before sucking on it softly. My breath escaped me in a rush as I smoothed my hands up his back to his shoulders, my legs shifting against his hips.

“Turn over,” he rasped, running a hand down the back of my thigh to cup the back of my knee and lift it. Breaths shallowing, I hurriedly obeyed, twisting onto my stomach and settling my cheek on my crossed arms. My hips automatically lifted off the bed as if to tempt him, and Vince chuckled as he smoothed his palms over my ass and shifted lower between my legs.

His hands roamed over them as he pressed a kiss to the back of my knee, making me shiver. His tongue brushed my skin with each slow kiss along the back of my thigh, before he licked the crease of my ass cheek. Then he started again on the other leg, taking his time until I was trembling and rocking my hips in tiny thrusts to rub my straining cock against the mattress.

His teeth scraped over an ass cheek, making me gasp, before he continued higher to kiss the base of my spine. I sensed him sit up, and then his cool hands were smoothing up my back and pausing on my shoulder blades.

“Are these sensitive?” he rasped in a throaty voice as I felt his thumbs brush over my wing slits.

My hips twitched, cock pulsing as pleasure zapped down my spine. I nodded quickly, then gasped and shuddered when he ran a fingertip over each one with slightly more pressure.

They were almost too sensitive, and it bordered on discomfort, making me squirm as he slid his fingers up and down at a steady pace. Then an overwhelming sensation shot through me—not quite pleasure, almost too much for that—when the slits began to open just a little from the pressure against them.

“V-Vince,” I gasped, clawing at the sheets. He groaned and tentatively slid his fingers just inside, under my skin, keeping them flat as he ran them up and down.

A whimper escaped me, my back shuddering hard from the entirely unique and unbearably erotic sensation of him touching me there. Somewhere no one had ever touched me before, somewhere that felt taboo. I’d never given much thought to what happened to my wings when I retracted them—whether they magically vanished or shrank down small and tucked up inside me—but it was like I could suddenly feel them fluttering, buzzing under my skin from being stimulated like this.

I mewled, not sure whether I was relieved or wanted him to keep going when he slowly slid his fingers free and traced them over the slits. I could feel them flexing, opening and closing rhythmically. Then he leaned forward, his cock brushing my ass, and I felt him lick a soft stripe up one of them.

A hoarse, shocked cry escaped me, and I craned my head up off the bed. Vince groaned, breathing fast as he licked again, then gently dipped the tip of his tongue just inside. Hypersensitive pleasure that was simultaneously too much and not enough made my hips strain up beneath him, pushing my ass against his stiff length. With a ragged sound, he slotted his cock between my cheeks and started rocking his hips as he continued tonguing my wing slit before shifting his head to do the same to the other.

It almost felt like it was going to make me come, the sensation overwhelming, bordering on too much and making me feel like I had no control over my own body. He was in charge, claiming every orifice I had for himself, and it made my throbbing cock leak pre-cum all over the bed.

He moaned, licking feverishly, and the vibration made me tremble. He kept rutting against me, sliding his cock between my cheeks and leaving wet trails on my skin. When he started to shake, he reluctantly pulled back and shifted lower in a rush, palming my ass and spreading it wide before he licked a wet stripe over my hole.

I cried out, my hips automatically tilting back and my knees shifting open wider. He lapped at my hole, flicking and circling his tongue, then slid the tip inside me. A guttural moan tore from my throat as I clenched around it, then sucked in a shuddering breath when he slowly sank his tongue deeper. And deeper.

“Vince,” I panted, my hot cheek pressed to the mattress as I clutched at the sheets with trembling fingers. My eyes rolled back when he began sliding his tongue in and out in slow thrusts, fucking me with it.

He moaned low, pausing to give my hole a wet, tonguing kiss. “I bet you want to take my whole tongue, don’t you? Every fucking inch of it.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Put it inside me. All of it.”

He chuckled, nuzzling my hole and affectionately murmuring, “Such a little slut.”

I smiled against the bed, shifting my hips so I could feel his lips and tongue dragging against my rim. He groaned and pressed another kiss there, then swirled his tongue and lapped feverishly as I felt him start to shift on the bed.

Still tonguing me, he got me onto my side and wrapped an arm around my thigh to keep it suspended. Manoeuvring around, he curled my hips forward to keep licking my hole and lay down on his side in front of me, his leaking cock suddenly inches from my face.

I leaned in eagerly and sucked it into my mouth, sliding my hand down his hip to clutch his ass. Vince shuddered, his tongue swirling and lapping more feverishly as I sank my mouth deeper and relaxed my throat around his cockhead. My throat muscles convulsed with a gag, but I powered through it and swallowed, eyes sliding shut in bliss.

A trembling groan vibrated against my hole as Vince’s hips twitched before he began to thrust lightly, fucking my throat. His tongue plunged back inside me, moving in time with the cock in my mouth. My prick was jerking against his chest, already tingling with my impending orgasm as I groaned and gagged around him.

My hand shifted on his ass, trailing inward until I was tracing his crease with my fingertips. Vince groaned loudly against me, his cock twitching in my mouth, then lifted his knee to spread himself for me. I slid a finger down to run it over his hole, whimpering when it clenched and his hips jerked.

Gasping for breath, I briefly pulled off his cock to wet my finger before sucking him back inside with a moan and reaching between his cheeks once more to circle his rim and get it slick. Vince started to shake, groaning continuously against me as he grew mindless, lapping desperately at my hole and plunging his tongue into me.

I slid my fingertip inside and he flexed around it, his hips starting to jerk erratically to drive my finger deeper and fuck my mouth at the same time. I couldn’t stop moaning, my hole wet with his spit and clenching repeatedly as my balls drew up and my cock stiffened to the point of agony.

Vince let out a strained, muffled shout as his ass clamped down around my finger and his cock flexed against my tongue. I sucked desperately, swallowing his cum and moaning around him. My hips began to writhe, grinding my sensitive hole against his tongue as he lapped mindlessly, breathing hard through his orgasm.

With a body-wracking shudder, I whimpered and began to come. My cock bucked, brushing against his chest and shooting my release over his front. My hole fluttered, and I sucked in a trembling gasp when Vince moaned hoarsely and pushed his tongue deep in a languid thrust, the tension finally bleeding from his body.

He didn’t stop tonguing me, even when I sagged, still sucking weakly on his cock and sliding my finger free to run it over his hole. My thigh was quaking, his arm still looped around it to keep it suspended.

With a grunt, he suddenly rolled onto his back, taking me with him until I was straddling his face. I made a muffled sound of surprise around his cock, finally lifting my head so it popped free and I could catch my breath.

Vince moaned, pulling my ass closer so my hole settled over his mouth again, his tongue lapping languidly and making me shudder with pleasure.

“Again,” he rasped against me, looping his arms around my thighs and splaying his hands over my cheeks to keep them spread wide. “Maybe I’ll make you swallow all my loads tonight. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little whore?”

A wide grin stretched my mouth as I shifted my hips, lightly grinding my hole against him and making him shudder, his still-stiff cock flexing up off his stomach.

“Whatever you want,” I murmured, more fulfilled than I’d ever been.

He groaned, pressing an affectionate kiss to my hole. “I want you to suck my cock again like the dirty cumslut you are.”

Still smiling, I leaned back down to take him into my mouth once more.