Page 19 of Lessons with the Mothman (Monster Smash Agency)

CHAPTER 19

Elias

A whimper. A sigh. A weak roll of her hips, grinding us together. A soft sob in my ear and fingers digging into my back, only to release and soothe in halfhearted circles. Poor Victoria.

"Are you tired, darling?" I asked, my own voice raspy from the growls and purrs that had been nearly constant since she'd arrived at the house.

I combed my fingers through the tangled strands of fire spread over my white pillow, and Victoria's bleary eyes blinked up at me. I already knew the answer. It was well after three in the morning. My lover was wrung out with exhaustion, delirious with the arousal that my pheromones left her drowning in, and more openly frustrated with the edge she seemed to be riding.

"Don't stop, just finish and?—"

I bent, gently folding her lips between mine, tracing my tongue around the seam, teasing into her as I rocked against her, content to stay buried. A soft sound at the back of her throat made me purr, and her feet scrambled against the sheets before falling limp once more.

"Just fall asleep," I offered, pulling away to kiss the high peaks of her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, a line across her forehead.

"But—"

"Sleep, and I'll enjoy your lovely little body while you rest," I whispered, brushing my mouth over hers.

Her core clenched around my length, and I resisted the urge to buck. She was nice and soaked, but she needed a break from all the friction and I wanted to linger.

Victoria hummed and softened beneath me, her arms sliding from my back down to splay open at her side. I balanced on one arm above her and reached for her hand, bringing her palm up and licking over it in a spiral. Her brow furrowed, lips parting on a silent moan, and I nudged her knees a little wider, making room for me to nest down on top of her.

"You'll keep going?" she asked, sleepy words slurring together.

I nodded, but she could barely keep her eyes open. "If you want me to." I kissed the center of her palm, then drew her index and middle finger into my mouth to suck, fighting my grin as she squirmed beneath me.

"Mmm, yes. I want you to."

I lowered her hand gently to her side once more, petted her up over her hip and waist and back down to her thigh. "There now, just rest."

I swayed against her with easy, shallow rolls that made her breath hitch, growing more and more gradual until I was still and her breaths were deep and even, eyes shut and lips parted.

Sleeping. Relaxed.

All mine.

I swallowed my groan and resisted the urge to rut, surprised by the sudden greed and triumph over her surrender, of having a woman so willingly pass her body into my possession.

Now was not the time to lose control.

I shifted slowly, watching Victoria's face, the subtle tangle and then softening of her brow as I curled my knees under me, the restless arch of her spine as I sat up, keeping her speared on my cock. She lay sprawled beneath, beautiful and vulnerable. Mine to do with as I pleased. Which was one very specific thing at the moment.

I reached down, gently gripping her breast in one hand, squeezing and rolling, a small murmur of approval sounding in her throat. I stroked my other hand up and down her hip, carefully massaging at the join of her thigh, down into the crease that led like an arrow to where she was spread over my length. My coremata danced over her skin, relieved not to be squished between us, able to taste and touch and sense. She was blazing with heat, glossy skin cooling.

I brushed my coremata aside and set my thumb over her clit, just pressing for a moment. Victoria's soft sounds grew high, and her hips rolled up and into me. I tightened my grip on her breast to a pinch of her nipple, and her lips shut, swallowing a moan.

And she remained sleeping.

My breath rattled out of my chest, and I started to circle my thumb over her clit. I considered waking her, begging her to let me get her off. I knew how close she got when we had sex, and if I was only allowed to try a little?—

Or perhaps I didn't realize.

She'd already been so close.

It only took two brief circles, two soft pinches.

Victoria arched with a sleepy cry, and I choked on air as her cunt squeezed and fluttered around my length. She thrashed slightly in sleep, rocking urgently, riding out the pleasure.

I nearly howled with victory.

Victoria's hips kicked against me and then settled, her lashes fluttering, at the brink of waking. Would she realize what she had done? What I had done?

I pulled out before I could succumb and follow her into bliss, then hurried off the edge of the bed.

"Eli-Elias?" A soft mumble, the whisper of a hand reaching over the sheets.

"Are you mine, Victoria?" I asked, opening the bedside drawer to find the stash of toys I'd placed there earlier.

"Yes," she answered, so easily. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to suck my cock while I play with you."

"Mmkay." Victoria's thighs pressed together, and I watched the understanding wash over her face, her eyes growing wide. She would still feel it—the warmth, the soft throb of release that followed an orgasm, the wet rush.

She started to roll toward me, and I dropped the toys on the bed, catching her shoulders and pressing her back down. "No, on your back, like this," I said, and then I tugged her toward the side of the bed. Her head would rest over the edge. "I want to use toys on you, is that all right?"

Her brow furrowed as she blinked up at me, glancing at my cock now gleaming with her release. I had made Victoria come. I would again.

"Elias, I—O-okay."

It took every better quality in me to ask, "Okay?"

She relaxed back, her shoulders heavy in my hands, hair sliding over the edge of the bed to gaze at the carpet. "Mmhmm." And then she opened her mouth and licked the tip of me, gasping at the taste of us mingling together.

I hurried to act before she could make me lose myself. I'd purchased this toy specifically for her, specifically to make it so impossible for her to remain in her head. I grabbed the tangle of cords, taking a suction cup and rubbing it between her legs as she started to lick over my length, cleaning herself off of me.

"What is—? Oh!" She paused as I rested the damp cup over one breast and then repeated the process with the other. A soft laugh escaped. "Is that going to do what I think it's going to do?"

"Almost," I answered, taking the final piece, a little U-shaped vibrator, and fitting one side inside of her, the other resting over her clit.

She stiffened, and I leaned back, staring down at her, the Y shape of the toy's cords creating an almost harness like effect on her body.

"Victoria, I'm about to face fuck you. Is it so bad to make you feel good at the same time?"

She blinked and then eased, shaking her head with a sheepish smile. "I suppose not."

I bent, catching her lips with mine, stealing some of her flavor for myself. Damn. I was going to eat her out before the end of this weekend, and I would use every dirty trick I knew to get her gushing on my tongue.

But first?—

"Thank you," I murmured, one hand reaching for the remote.

"You're welco—Ah!"

The buzz was loud, mingling with Victoria's suddenly harsh breaths, and she shook, reaching down between her legs. I grabbed her wrists, not waiting to see if she would try and pull the vibrator out or hold it against her core.

"Oh fuck, Elias, I?—"

I pulled her hands to my ass, and she moaned as I aimed my cock for her open lips, sucking at me eagerly.

"Slap if you need me to stop," I said.

Her fingers dug in, clutching, and I shuddered for a moment, then pressed on another button, groaning as Victoria's whine vibrated up my shaft, the suction cups kissing and pulling at her nipples.

"That's it, darling. Swallow me down. I know how deep you can take me," I coaxed, only really partially focused, careful not to thrust too deeply. Not that I needed to. Victoria was loud on my cock, trying to distract herself from the heavy sensation of the vibrator on her pussy and the air pulse suction on her tits.

Her heels dug into the mattress, hips jerking side to side, like she was trying to throw the vibrator out of herself. I leaned forward, one hand bracing against the bed as Victoria sucked and licked hungrily over my cock. I reached the other hand out to cover the vibrator, keeping it in place, and groaned at the shout that surrounded and shook over my hard length.

She choked as I turned the intensity up, then whined as I eased my hips back to give her room to breathe.

"Uhn, fuck, I—" I looked down the length of her, bent my head and tongued her belly button, and Victoria took a grateful pull on my cock as I nudged and thrust carefully against her throat.

"You're going to come for me," I rasped, and her nails gripped into the flesh of my ass. "Oh, yes. You want it so bad. And I've been so obedient for you, following your little rule for weeks."

Victoria sobbed, her hips inches off the bed, humping the air, rubbing against my hand. I dipped two fingers in alongside the vibrator.

"Not tonight," I growled.

Victoria screamed as she came for me again, body bowing high off the bed, coughing as she took too much of my length. I pulled back quickly, watching her thrash on the mattress, eyes wide and face flushed, fucking nothing, quaking from head to toe. The remote had slid under her waist and I grabbed it quickly, turning down the volume as her gasps grew ragged and tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

She moaned and the sound rattled, a low, crooning note of sorrow in her throat. I was still hard, dripping, near the edge of my own release, but I reached for her, relieved when she grasped onto me with desperate strength and let me bundle her close. The buzz and thrum of the toy stopped, and Victoria shuddered as I pulled the pieces away from her fevered flesh.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

She was crying, gasping, but she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and tried to drag me on top of her.

"I-I need you," she managed. "Please, Elias, I?—"

I covered her mouth with mine and hurried to obey.