Page 16 of Lessons with the Mothman (Monster Smash Agency)

CHAPTER 16

Elias

Victoria had so many tells. The way color striped across her cheeks. The compulsive wetting of her lips. The frequent hitches of breath.

My favorite of all was when she would dig her fingers into her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh that met between her legs, nearly to her own sex.

I checked to be sure that the orcish couple we were watching was busy—thoroughly, their backs to us as Lenata had Eck'am pinned to the mattress, nearly an inch away from mounting his cock—and then dropped my hand into Victoria's lap, curving my fingers down between her thighs to cup her sex through her jeans, not enough for her to enjoy the pressure, just to tease.

"We could do that later," I whispered, nodding to the orcs.

Granted, Victoria probably couldn't best me while wrestling, but it wasn't like I'd make it hard for her.

Her hand covered mine, and just for a brief second she pressed my fingers harder into her sex.

"I can't today," she whispered.

I was surprised by the bitter flavor of disappointment at her answer, and then a moment later thrilled. Disappointment was a good indicator of advancing feelings , surely. And she had only said "today."

"Tomorrow night." I pressed my lips together, frowning at the eager bite in my tone.

Victoria softened, sliding forward on the bench and pushing herself into my touch as Lenata sank down on Eck'am's thrusting cock and stav. "Yes," she breathed as the couple moaned.

We had another interview and demonstration the night after. My schedule was filling up with Victoria and her research, and yet I was still trying to stuff her into the gaps, impatient to see her, to touch her, to unravel the tight knot she kept her pleasure trapped in and claim it for myself.

Victoria's breath hitched and her hand squeezed over mine, tugging on it slightly. I'd gripped her tighter without realizing, and I wondered for a moment if she was close again. If I could keep rubbing, squeezing and she would come here and now, quietly, in front of the fucking orcs and at my side, under my hand.

I wanted to be patient. I could be patient.

She would ask me, beg me not to stop one day. Soon, I was sure.

I stroked her through her jeans, a final press over the seam that was surely digging against her clit, and then pulled my hand away.

Elias: If you want time off, you're going to have to earn it. My office. ASAP.

Victoria: Do you mean at the bar?

Elias: I can't get away, and I need to use your pretty pussy before I burst.

Victoria: Yes, boss. omw

A soft knock rapped against the door of my office, barely audible beneath the music in the bar. Music I'd inched up slowly over the past hour, wanting to make sure there was cover for any sound that might come out of this room tonight.

"What?" I asked, and the snap in my tone was too easy to conjure as I stuffed the gilded summons scented with violets underneath a stack of paperwork.

A strange and giddy thrill burst in my chest as the door cracked open and a flirtatious red curl peeked around the edge, banishing the thoughts of responsibilities and lineage from my mind. Victoria's face followed, her eyes bright and cheeks already flushed.

"You asked to see me."

"Well. Get in here."

Her lips twitched and her head ducked shyly, body sliding into the barely opened door. My office was small, but generally I kept it clear of clutter—just a comfortable chair to work in, my laptop, and the necessary files of paperwork and receipts. Tonight I'd dragged in spare boxes of booze to stack against the walls until the room was tight and hard to move around, my desk covered in odds and ends, including framed photos of a dog I didn't own and a house I'd never seen before.

Victoria was wearing a dress. I'd never seen her in a dress before, and there was something odd about the sight. She pinched the hip of the skirt and tugged at it, fussing with the seam of the waist. She didn't like dresses. So why wear one?

I arched my brow as I spun my chair to face her, our knees knocking together in the process.

"Lift your hem," I said.

Victoria wet her lips and gathered fabric up in her fist. "I need to ask for Friday off."

"You want to ask for the busiest night of the week off, with all of two days' notice?" I fought my smile as she stopped with the fluttering black hem around her knees. What was this dress for, anyway? Potential funerals? Donor galas at the university? "Higher."

She sucked a breath and scooped the fabric over her arm, raising her skirt to her waist, revealing everything. And nothing. She'd come to me without panties on again. That was becoming a theme, which intrigued me. It meant she liked it. And was she already wet? It looked to be the case.

"I can make up the hours for everyone else," she said. She had short, practical black boots on. The curling hair covering her pussy was a deeper shade of red, auburn, almost brown, but it caught the shitty lighting of my office and glinted like rubies where she was damp. "I just need to know what I have to do to make it up to you."

"Is the door locked?" I asked, rolling the chair closer, stopping as I ran a wheel into the toe of her boot.

She nodded, her loose, wild hair bouncing. "When I shut the door."

"Put your foot up on that box," I said, nodding to the box of moderately cheap vodka I'd tucked away just inside the door.

Victoria wet her lips again, pupils growing wider, and lifted her leg, turning it out and balancing her foot on the box, giving me a better view of her sex, of the dark purple pink lips that clashed with the red of her hair.

"Take out one of your tits," I said, opening the waist of my pants, my cock swelling with relief, coremata flaring open so I could grip and pull on myself.

Victoria's breath was coming harshly now, and she had to squirm and wrestle down one shoulder of her dress, tugging the cup of a well-worn gray bra aside. I groaned as I squeezed myself, my mouth watering at the sight of the darkened nipple. She'd fucking rouged it again?

"What did you do?" I whispered, glancing up at her, dropping the act for the moment.

"Tinted lip gloss," she said, groping and molding her breast in her hand. "Pomegranate flavor."

I moaned, and Victoria laughed and scooted her other leg open for me as I surged forward, suckling on the nipple she'd offered—waxy and sweet and so eagerly tight for my mouth.

"Can I be rough with you?" I murmured, nuzzling into the soft skin over her chest. There was a healing mark on the underside of her breast, where I'd sucked hard the last time we'd fucked.

"Please," she answered in a gasp.

I stood, the chair rolling back to knock against the desk, and reached up to the shelf above Victoria's head, grabbing a condom and lube. Her eyes widened, and she burst out in a laugh.

"Right by the door? That's so skeezy," she said, lips stretched in a bright grin.

"And exploiting my employees in exchange for time off isn't?" I answered.

Her smile softened. I cast a shadow over her, but not enough of one to darken the glitter in her eyes. "I like your dedication to the details." She reached for the lube, and I hurried to roll on the condom, leaning forward, pinning her to the door as she stroked me slick, reaching down to her own sex to wipe the excess lube there.

"Wanna know the truth?" I asked, grabbing her thigh, lifting it so only her toes touched the box.

"Mmm?"

"I knew the first time you let me touch you that there were no lengths I wouldn't go to to do it again," I rasped.

I bent my knees, staring down into Victoria's wide eyes, knowing she was wondering if that was part of the game, the act, or if I was telling her the truth. Knowing that she would never find the answer in my shrouded gaze. I found her opening, gave a cursory thumb stroke to her clit, and then thrust inside.

"Ahh, fuck !"

I growled, my arm circling Victoria's waist, surprised by the sudden pulse of satisfaction, the near pound of my own release. Not yet, damnit. My arm tightened, one hand braced on the wall.

"Wrap your leg around me," I ground out.

Victoria whimpered, her cunt so tight it was like she was trying to squeeze me back out, but she jumped slightly, and I rose up as she hiked her leg around my hip, one foot balancing on the liquor box and the other bracing into my ass.

"Did you wear this dress to make it easy for me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Kind of, yes, and to make it easier if we had to stop suddenly," she breathed, squirming, trying to adjust to my sudden intrusion.

I purred, rolling my hips, using the arm around her waist to lift and lower Victoria on my cock. I leaned back, and her head hit the wall, lips parted on a silent moan.

"You think I would stop fucking you just 'cause someone else walked in?"

Victoria shuddered, eyes falling shut as her core clasped around me. She liked that. I wondered if I could talk her into the two of us doing a demonstration of our own someday. Atlas and Cyril would certainly volunteer to watch.

"You think everyone doesn't already know what you came in here to do? That you let me use you as my personal fuck toy?"

Victoria's arm flung around my shoulder, her face burying itself in my mane, breath hot and damp into my throat.

"They're all jealous," I hissed in her ear, thrusting roughly, a muffled clap of my furred hips hitting her flesh. "Jealous that I get to fuck this perfect" — slap — "wet" — slap — "greedy" — slap — "insatiable pussy."

"Elias," Victoria whined.

I grabbed her other thigh, bouncing her on my cock, and she yelped, held up, trapped between the wall and my body. I squeezed her ass and then stroked up the back of her thighs.

"Grab the doorframe and the shelf, Victoria."

Her hands groped through the air until she had a weak grasp behind her. It was good enough. I wouldn't let her fall.

I gripped the back of her knees and hiked them higher. She liked this vulnerable pose, pinned open and unable to move. I wondered if she'd like being tied up too, but that would have to be another role for us to play.

"I'm going to use your pussy till you milk me dry," I said, and her eyes flashed open to hold my gaze. "You can say it's for a night off, but we both know the truth. You just wanna be my little cock whore. If I offered to pay you to sit in here all day, naked and ready for me, you'd say yes, wouldn't you?"

Victoria panted as I started a slow push and retreat inside of her, her head nodding as she stared in a shocked kind of wonder up at me.

"Mmhm, you'd let me use you whenever I wanted, as hard as I wanted. Would you let me fuck you raw too?"

She sobbed, hiding her face once more, and I picked up my pace, clapping into her, wanting to whisper the truth into her ear —I'd let her do the same. Fuck, I'd wrap a bow around my cock and glue a vibrator to my tongue if I thought Victoria would let me try and get her off properly. But she still fell in and out of her head, tensed when she started to get close, locked up at the offer.

Soon , I promised myself.

In the meantime, I'd prove over and over that I could give her exactly what she asked for.

Not that it was exactly a hardship.

My own breaths were ragged, the squeeze of Victoria's cunt around my cock growing tighter by the second. She was barely holding herself up against the wall, and my knees were growing weak.

"Take the condom off."

I faltered at the words, shaking my head and staring down at Victoria. Her eyes were almost entirely black with arousal, face red and lips bitten. Why hadn't I kissed her yet?

I bowed my head to do so, and she arched away.

"Fuck me raw, Elias," she rasped. "I'm on birth control, and I tested clean."

The thought of it—of the wetness that splashed against my hips coating my cock, the velvet interior of her pussy sucking and kissing all over my length—made me snap, electricity in my veins and crackling down my spine. I threw my head back with a strangled roar and came with a violence that sent the pair of us dripping down the wall, my hips chasing pleasure with an uneven gait.

Victoria hummed against my ear, a breathy laugh, and twined her arms around my shoulder as I sank to my knees. One of the legs of the rolling chair rested below my ass, and my heels tangled with the base, turning at uncomfortable angles.

And I didn't care a bit, because Victoria was soft and smiling, legs and arms wrapped around me, the heat of her still enveloping my throbbing, sated shaft.

"Sorry, didn't realize that would tip you over," she said, combing her fingers through my fur.

I grunted, dropping my forehead to her shoulder, not caring that I was sitting like crumpled origami, as long as she kept touching me like that, comfortable and familiar.

Her nose brushed back and forth against my temple, and I froze in place as her lips pressed to the spot. "You really are so good," she whispered.

I could be even better , I wanted to say, but she continued talking and I liked the melting tone in her voice.

"It's like you know what I want without me having to ask," she said, kissing there again, a strange, tight fever blooming in my chest. "It is making me a little greedy. I think about all the things that… Never mind."

I lifted my head, hiding my wince as I shifted us on the floor, kicking the chair as much out of the way as I could. Perhaps cluttering up the room hadn't been such a brilliant idea.

"When you ask, I will listen," I said.

Her eyes were bright, her cheeks still flushed, and her core teased around my shrinking length. Damn. Did she even realize that she was still close? Didn't it frustrate her not to reach the fall?

"I think…at some point, I just started to feel like what I asked for wasn't supposed to be in a healthy relationship," she admitted, sagging back against the wall.

I slid out of her, twisting to grab a tissue and dispose of the condom. I gathered her back up in my arms after, leaning against the boxes and shelves, and she snuggled willingly. She was used to the way I liked to hold her after I'd finished—even seemed to enjoy the closeness.

"Communication is part of a healthy relationship. Taking another's desires and limits into account is part of a healthy relationship. Tell me something you wanted that you got talked out of."

Victoria chewed at her lip, absently adjusting her dress back into place to cover her breast. "I… Sometimes I…" She frowned and took a deep breath, and I reached up, untangling the riot of her hair and twisting it around my fist. When I tightened my grip, Victoria sighed and met my gaze. "I told Brett I wanted him to fuck me while I was sleeping, rather than wake me up. And I… It wasn't just about not wanting to be woken up. I just like the idea of being used in that way. I suggested it a few times, and he said that if I didn't want to have sex with him, then I should just say so. He didn't really listen when I tried to explain."

"Somnophilia is a well-established sexual interest," I said, shrugging. "We'll have to arrange a sleepover."

Victoria froze in my lap, eyes wide, and then suddenly her mouth was on mine, hungry and clumsy, licking and biting. I wrapped my free arm around her back and softened my hand in her hair, tilting her head to settle the kiss into a deep, smooth stroke of lips and tongue. She moaned and rocked on my lap, hands petting and squeezing at my chest. With a twist of her hips she was straddled over my lap, wet sex rubbing over my now bare cock. I groaned into her mouth and pulled away slowly.

"Did you mean what you said about losing the condom?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm not sleeping with anyone else. Oh…are you? For MSA?"

I tried not to read into it so that she didn't look nervous at the suggestion. Rafe and Hannah had been falling in love while he was still working with other clients, and Hannah had found it easy enough to compartmentalize the fact at the time.

I shook my head. "I haven't been interested in any cases but yours in ages."

She smiled at that, and I glanced down at our lap, gently adjusting her skirt so I could see where her pussy touched my cock. It was still mostly soft, but it wouldn't take much encouragement for it to grow hard again.

"Want to know a secret?" I whispered.

Victoria nodded immediately, her hands fisted in my shirt. I gripped her hips and rolled her wet sex over my lap as I leaned in close.

"I love frottage," I said, nipping at her ear, keeping her in motion on my lap. "There's something innocent about it, and that makes it feel even filthier."

Victoria moaned and grasped my face, turning it to her and fucking her tongue into my mouth. She took over the motion, riding on my lap, slow and heavy, matching the circling of her hips to the stroke of our tongues. I groaned, hands squeezing her waist, and then leaned closer, wrapping her in a tight hug as she moved, as we kissed.

It was almost better than the sex.

I lost track of time, Victoria's hands sliding through my hair, my own massaging her back, heat building and retreating and building again. She moaned as I massaged her ass, then skidded up under her dress to stroke her bare skin, never pushing, never asking.

Victoria shivered and whimpered, tensing in one moment, sighing and softening the next. I forced myself to slow, to pull softer kisses from her lips, waiting to see what she would take for herself. But she slowed to a stop, panting slightly, her breaths mingling with mine. My cock was hard and soaked with our arousal.

I could've sworn she looked a little disappointed as I leaned back. The expression smoothed too quickly, a shy smile rising in its place.

"Take me inside of you, Victoria," I whispered.

The disappointment vanished, lit up by hunger, and I scooted down against the floor, staring avidly as she rose up on her knees and then sank, her wet, swollen sex swallowing me one inch at a time.