Chapter Forty

Relief

Crossbody

That evening, we ordered dinner and ate in front of the TV. If there hadn’t been the black cloud of worry looming over me, even with Vince’s constant reassurances that everything was going to be fine, it would’ve been perfect.

With my belly truly full for the first time in days and Vince’s warmth against my side, I soon started yawning, struggling to keep my eyes open as we watched a pottery competition show. I suspected Vince found it very boring, but he didn’t complain.

When my head tipped onto his shoulder with another jaw-cracking yawn, he reached up to cup my face and pressed a kiss to my hair.

“Let’s go to bed.”

My pulse leaped, some of the exhaustion fleeing as I blinked my eyes open. Nodding, I pushed the blanket off us and stood, suddenly feeling oddly nervous, for some reason.

Vince was going to sleep in my bed. With me. This was different from us both passing out at the motel. This was intentional. Meaningful.

He helped me lock up downstairs and turn everything off, then followed me up the stairs.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?”

“No, of course not.” I went into the bathroom with him and got out a fresh towel, then quickly brushed my teeth while he turned on the shower and started undressing.

After rinsing my mouth, I fiddled with my toothbrush. “I don’t have… You can just use mine.”

I was sure that not too long ago, the idea of letting him—letting anyone— use my toothbrush would have been revolting, but now it just felt uniquely intimate. It was Vince. I wanted to share everything with him.

“Thanks.” He grinned at me and took the toothbrush, quickly scrubbing his teeth as he stood beside me naked.

My chest ached. I wanted this every night. With him.

When he climbed into the shower, I left him to wash in peace and went into the bedroom. While I’d been napping, Vince had put clean sheets on the bed. He’d also shoved all my clothes—very haphazardly—back into my drawers and removed the suitcase from the room. It made me smile to myself. I could see him up here doing all that with fierce defiance, silently daring my mother to make me leave.

He’d been right in what he said earlier. Queen Galantha always thought she would win, but she hadn’t met him yet. Vince was a formidable opponent—I knew that very well from experience—and my mother certainly wasn’t expecting him.

As I listened to the shower running, I got undressed and slipped into bed. I usually wore silk pyjamas to sleep, but I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I pressed a hand to my belly when it roiled with nerves again, which was ridiculous. I’d had so much sex with Vince at this point that I shouldn’t have been nervous in the slightest, especially when I didn’t even know if anything would happen tonight.

With a calming breath, I rolled onto my side and plugged my phone in to charge on my nightstand. I shouldn’t have ignored it until the battery drained. I should have contacted Vince so he wouldn’t worry.

But I’d been paralysed with fear and grief, unable to do anything but lie in bed and periodically drag myself downstairs to look after and feed Lady Potato and attempt to eat something myself. Until I’d finally resigned myself to my fate and started packing, not wanting to leave it too late and risk my mother carrying out her threats if I didn’t show up at the palace on time.

My heart thumped when I heard the shower stop, cock twitching with nervous anticipation. A few minutes later Vince walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, his hair damp and mussed and some water droplets still trickling down his neck and shoulders from where he’d dried off quickly.

I couldn’t stand to get into bed even the slightest bit damp. I always dried myself thoroughly. And I used baby powder to keep my skin soft. Rose-scented.

I smiled when he grinned at me as he climbed into bed, punching the sides of my very expensive Canadian goose down pillow to fluff it up while I tried not to let the mild horror show on my face. When he settled down with a sigh, I turned off the lamp, plunging us into darkness.

I could still see well in the dark though, and I knew Vince had perfect night vision. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering if it was inappropriate after the emotional whirlwind of the day to beg him to fuck me. I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. Not now that I could feel Vince’s arm brushing against mine and I knew he was naked beside me.

He was breathing steadily. I could tell he wasn’t dropping off yet. We were just lying next to each other in silence, both wide awake, until I couldn’t take it anymore and turned my head on the pillow to look at him.

His eyes were open. He’d been staring up at the ceiling too, but he quickly looked over and gave me a small smile. “You okay?”

I nodded, shifting onto my side and reaching over to rest my hand on his chest. Then I shuffled closer to kiss his shoulder, letting my fingers trail lower, over his flat belly until I could feel the silky hair framing the base of his cock.

Vince’s throat bobbed. “I didn’t know if you’d want to after—”

“I always want to,” I murmured, sifting my fingers through that little patch of hair and feeling the root of his cock stiffen against my knuckles.

Vince didn’t move at first, but then he suddenly reached down beneath the covers to curl his hand over mine, moving it onto his hardening cock. My breath caught as I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed lightly.

“Of course you do,” he rasped, grinning at me as he began sliding my hand up and down his length. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, lust thrumming through my veins from hearing him call me that. I loved it. I still wasn’t entirely sure why I loved it so much—being called a slut, a whore, a cumdump—but it made me almost frantic with need.

And being called his slut just made it so much sweeter. He was the only one who got to see me like this. Who got to talk to me this way. The only person I’d ever felt free enough to let go completely with, hand over total control to and willingly make myself so unbearably vulnerable in front of.

I was a slut for him. Only for him. I couldn’t get enough. It felt like I’d never get enough, no matter how many times we did this.

Vince shifted his head closer on the pillow to kiss me, slipping his long tongue inside to glide against mine. I kept slowly stroking him as my breaths shallowed, my cock throbbing as it brushed against his hip.

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” he murmured after breaking the kiss, lifting his free hand to cup my cheek. “You’ve had a rough day.”

“I’m sure.” I kissed him again, more urgently this time. “Please.”

His cock pulsed in my fist. Then the hand on my cheek slid back, before he started pushing my head down as he kicked off the covers.

“Then be a good little whore and suck my dick.”

A smile stretched my mouth as I went willingly, shifting lower on the mattress and getting to my knees straddling one of his legs. He released my hand to thread both of his through my hair, keeping it off my face as I dipped down to kiss the tip of his cock.

A low sound came from above as he relaxed into the bed, shifting to spread his legs wider. I drew his cockhead into my mouth for a soft suck, moaning around it as I continued stroking his shaft in a loose fist.

“Bet you’re desperate for my cum, aren’t you?” His voice was a little more ragged as my tongue played with his cockhead, swirling and flicking his frenulum.

I moaned around him in answer, the last of the tension draining from me as I slid my mouth lower and felt his hard cock twitch against my tongue. Vince grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair as his breaths sped up.

“Show me how hungry you are for it,” he rasped, lifting his hips in a tiny thrust to sink his cock deeper into my mouth. “I might even let you decide where you get it tonight. Down your throat or in your ass. What do you want, your highness?”

I pulled off long enough to mumble, “Both,” before sliding my mouth back down until my lips met the side of my fist.

Vince groaned, hips straining up again, then let out a breathless chuckle. “Such a greedy fucking slut.”

I moaned, my scalp tingling with pleasure as I started bobbing my head, the slurping sounds of my mouth filling the room. It wasn’t long before Vince was holding my head steady and fucking my throat while I moaned and gagged around him, my cock so hard it hurt. His shin brushed against it, making my hips jerk as I whimpered, before I was suddenly grinding my cock against his leg, needing any kind of relief from the pressure of arousal building inside me.

He groaned raggedly, his hips stuttering. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for it.”

I choked out a moan of agreement, his cock still pummelling my throat as my hips rocked faster and faster. I was leaving wet trails of pre-cum on his skin, making the friction hot and slick.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he muttered in a rough voice. “Swallow my load first and then I’ll think about it.”

I whimpered, sucking harder and faster. Spit slicked my pumping fist. I felt my balls draw up, cock stiffening to the point of agony, so with an anguished moan I reluctantly lifted my hips until I couldn’t grind against him anymore.

Vince chuckled breathlessly. “You were almost there, weren’t you? Just from humping against my leg. Such a needy little whore.”

Pleasure raced through my limbs, making me shiver. I was so close to coming already that if he kept talking to me like that, there was a chance I’d explode without any stimulation at all.

Vince’s thighs began to tremble as his thrusts turned jerky. He gripped my hair hard and stiffened as his breaths grew fast and shallow. A split second before he began to come, he tugged me higher so only his cockhead was in my mouth. I sucked on it eagerly, moaning when his cock flexed as it started pumping cum onto my tongue.

“D-don’t swallow yet,” he got out in a strained voice, then groaned as his fingers trembled against my scalp. I obediently held his cum on my tongue, my throat tingling with the urge to swallow, and as Vince let out another long, relieved groan, he tugged me up and crushed his mouth to mine.

His long tongue thrust inside and licked up his release, making me moan plaintively as my brows pinched. When he broke the kiss, breathing fast, he grinned up at me wickedly.

“You didn’t swallow my load,” he rasped, nuzzling the corner of my mouth. “Guess that means you can’t come yet.”

I gasped. “That’s not fair.”

His brow rose. “Oh no?”

In an instant, he was rolling me onto my back and looming over me. His still-stiff cock brushed against mine as he settled between my thighs and leaned down to kiss me, sliding his tongue so deep that my throat muscles tightened around it.

“I can do whatever I want to you,” he murmured against my mouth, lips curving into a smirk. “You’re just my dirty little whore.”

I whimpered, arching up to rub my cock against his. “Yes,” I breathed, trying to slide my cock over his with the pressure I needed. “You can do anything to me.”

“I know,” he said smugly, making his way down my body with sweet, seeking kisses over my chest and stomach. When he reached my cock, he wrapped his fingers around the base and tilted it up, then grinned at me as he tapped my piercing against his lower lip. “I have a question.”

I was shivering with pleasure already, but I tried to focus. “Mm?”

“Is the piercing a traditional fae thing or…?”

I smiled as I reached down and smoothed his damp hair back from his face. “No. It just seemed like the most rebellious and out-of-character thing I could do when I moved here.”

“Nice.” He chuckled, sliding his loose fist up and down as he kissed the tip of my cock. “Wonder if I could make you come just by playing with it.”

“Pr-probably,” I breathed, lifting my hips to chase his pumping fist.

“Bet it’ll take a while, though.” He smirked up at me, the tip of his long tongue briefly darting out to flick my piercing. “Ready?”

I nodded quickly, knowing that this was going to be the sweetest torture.

And I was going to love every second of it.