Page 39 of Changeling (The Incubus Saga #2)
Nathan felt a moment of panic. It was too tight at first with Sasha being so unprepared, and Nathan couldn’t help feeling anxious seeing the grimace that crossed Sasha’s face.
“Hey…” Nathan tried, his hands moving to Sasha’s hips, touching the skin just beneath the towel and rubbing his thumbs gently.
“I’m fine, Nathan,” Sasha said evenly. “I just…couldn’t wait.” As Sasha spoke, Nathan raked his eyes over that pale, pretty face, and the grimace he had seen was gone, barely passing. “It’s pretty hard to hurt me, remember?”
“Yeah, well. . .” Nathan sputtered, giving the hips beneath his hands a good squeeze, “ incubus .”
Sasha laughed and leaned in closer to Nathan’s lips.
“Exactly…” He pulled on Nathan’s lower lip gently with his teeth, then his upper lip, and finally plunged his tongue between them to dance with Nathan’s, the hunger for Nathan building a growl in his throat.
He wrapped his legs back around the chair, completely in Nathan’s lap, and rocked slowly forward.
Nathan broke away with a sharper gasp. His hands moved at once to Sasha’s back, holding onto the incubus for support, because he was certain they would eventually end up flipping the chair if they weren’t careful.
The larger person was not supposed to be the one in that position for lap sex.
Not that Nathan had any intention of complaining considering how incredible it felt with Sasha moving so damn slow like that.
Every roll of Sasha’s hips pulled Nathan in deep enough to elicit a ready moan, and with Nathan pinned as he was beneath Sasha’s weight, there was nothing Nathan could do but take it, wantonly captive.
The position also kept their chests safely apart to protect Nathan’s still healing shotgun wounds.
He was almost well enough to remove the bandages completely, but not quite, and though his shoulder was still a bit sore from when Lindsey dislocated it, he hardly noticed now.
Little by little as they rocked, Nathan started to feel an extra wave of heat building—the sign that Sasha was connecting him to the circuit.
Nathan waited for the moment when it would be too much and he would lose himself to the sensation as he had before, but Sasha held back this time, just enough that the extra pulses of pleasure weren’t overwhelming.
“Perfect,” Nathan breathed into Sasha’s neck.
Sasha had pulled Nathan’s head close, giving Nathan leave to lick long lines up his neck and tease and kiss his collarbone. Now Sasha pulled back, holding Nathan’s face as he stared at him in bemused questioning.
“Perfect,” Nathan said again, taking Sasha’s hands and pulling them down so he could draw their faces together again.
“Just like this. Perfect .” He grinned, wanting only to devour those damp and reddened lips again.
So he did. Diving up to capture Sasha heatedly, Nathan felt a surge of energy rush through him that he knew was Sasha’s response, Sasha’s pure incubus-echoed joy .
The slow rolls of Sasha’s hips became more hurried, and with the force behind them, Nathan once again felt the chair tip.
He couldn’t begin to care though. His hands found Sasha’s waist and slid around to Sasha’s rear again, gliding down inside the towel and pulling on Sasha in time with their thrusts.
Sasha’s hands moved up to Nathan’s face, feathering fingers back into his hair and just holding his head right there so he could kiss him all the more deeply.
That balance of sexual energy bouncing between them stayed constant, not overpowering but enough to send shivers up Nathan’s spine and make him feel close to climax with every new wave.
He felt overheated with Sasha surrounding him, and wanted his shirt off desperately.
He managed to get his hands down to the hem, where he gripped and lifted, tossing the article away.
Sasha purred, lunging down at Nathan’s more accessible neck to bite playfully, and bucked his hips so far forward that Nathan felt completely taken in, devoured.
“ Fuck ,” Nathan all but growled in reply.
Pulling back, Sasha gently touched a hand to the bandages on Nathan’s chest. Nathan might have felt flawed by the ugly welts beneath the gauze that would surely leave several scars, but Sasha looked at him, all of him, like there was nothing he would rather touch than what he was touching now, and Nathan felt beautiful.
He was lost in Sasha’s rocking and the way the incubus’ hands kept tracing over his bandaged chest, always gentle and reverent with his father’s wedding ring that hung on a chain around his neck.
Sasha’s eyes flickered red as the connection between them pulsed with something hotter—expectant.
Nathan was sore from doing this in the chair, but the feeling of Sasha in his lap, connected to him and fully in his grasp made it more than worth it to bear the awkward positioning.
He held onto Sasha’s hips, still loosely covered by the towel, and rode out through to the end, biting his lower lip when he came to keep from crying out in a way that would have been far too embarrassing with other patrons next door.
Sasha’s hands immediately fumbled for the towel, and Nathan obliged since he knew what the incubus wanted. Tearing the towel away, Nathan gripped the still hard, slick redhead and stroked until Sasha came too, with Nathan still twitching happily inside of him.
When Sasha finally slid away, using the discarded towel to clean them, Nathan felt some of the same after-buzz he had felt the first time Sasha shared the circuit, like his toes were tingling and he could really use a good night’s sleep.
He caught the incubus’ wrist when Sasha touched a loving hand to the bandages again.
“I’d pull you back onto my lap, baby, but I think you’re gonna have to carry me out the door when Jim gets back,” Nathan said with a tired grin.
Sasha merely laughed.