Page 20 of Lessons with the Mothman (Monster Smash Agency)

CHAPTER 20

Victoria

I was still clenching on nothing, and the slow glide of Elias inside of me made the anxious edge soften, a moan mingling with my sobs. I clutched at him, my hands at his shoulders, my lips at his, my cunt squeezing his length.

"Fuck me," I gasped, knowing my face was a mess, that I was begging for sex while weeping, that I'd just come with a partner for the first time in over five years.

Elias's hands soothed over my cheeks as he started to rock, soft fur absorbing my tears, his mouth gentle over mine.

"I have you," he whispered, his movements as slow as they had been when he'd told me to sleep.

I'd woken up feeling like I'd just had a wet dream, baffled and tired and amazed. "You got me off while I was sleeping," I said, although it was partly a question.

"I did," he said, and I found myself moving with him, slow and patient, every nudge against each other sweet with recent relief.

"How?" I whispered, and he blinked. "Show me."

Elias kissed my brow, and more tears rolled down my cheek. I tried to tangle myself closer as he pulled back.

He laughed. "I have to be able to touch you, darling."

I forced myself to let him go, gasping as he reached between, fingers gentle over my overstimulated clit.

"Like this," he said, circling his thumb. Then he shifted, arching his back, bending his head to suckle at one of my breasts. "All the things I've been wanting to do from the start. You tremble so beautifully when you come."

I let out a sob and Elias purred, tracing a line of wet kisses up between my breasts and across my throat to nibble at my ear.

"Don't tense," he said, still circling his thumb. "You don't have to come again if you don't want to."

Which started a whole new round of crying, of clinging to him. If I'd cried like this during sex with Brett—or god forbid, Stanton—they would've stopped immediately, probably taken it personally.

Elias kissed me, licking into my mouth, cradling me in one arm, never stopping his easy motion inside of me.

"I do want to," I squeezed out, and his forehead rested against mine, nodding with me.

"I know. I know you do. Just let me touch you."

So I did, my arms around his back, soft fur under my fingers. His coremata tickled against my stomach, thumb steady and slow over my clit. And kisses. Swallowing my sighs and shaking sobs, licking into my ear, sucking at my pulse, laving over my breasts.

Pressure built slowly and Elias purred in approval, glancing up from my chest to laugh as I started to tense.

"You always put up such a fight," he teased me, and the comment startled me back into relaxing. "That's it. It won't hurt, you know," he said, smiling.

There were a couple of lamps lit around the room, just enough glow to see him clearly. The glitter of his eyes was consuming, and when his stare snared mine it was easy to fall into, to surrender under that gaze.

"Oh, yes, there it is," Elias said, dark and satisfied, right before a familiar heat started to bubble in my core, echoing in my chest. His thumb pressed harder, distracting me from my surprise. "Fuck, you feel so good, Victoria. Such a good little toy, squeezing so tight on my cock. Yes, yes, that's it."

The moan rose up before I knew I was at the crest, and it sharpened into a cry as Elias grew rougher, more urgent, his face sharpening with a wild edge.

"Come on my cock, darling. Yes, just like that. Your pretty wet cunt is sucking so hard, draining me dry."

I laughed at the crude words, choking on the joy and shock of the orgasm, marveling at the sensation, familiar and yet sweeter, stronger than I remembered. And then I gave in, eyes falling shut and body arching into the shaking relief that burned through every thought and every other sensation but the sound of Elias's shout in my ear.

It was late afternoon the next day before Elias's need abated and we had enough rest and food to have an actual conversation about what happened. The sun was shining through the bay windows, and we were bathing in the light, Elias's cheek resting on my bare breast, one arm and leg draped over my body.

"I know it wasn't a magic curse to break, or something silly like that," Elias murmured. I hummed in agreement. "I won't expect to get you off every time, and I won't put that pressure on the experience."

I turned my face, an antennae tickling my nose, those potent caramel pheromones making a gentle heat stir, but Elias was right and it was easy to set aside for the moment. "Thank you," I said, burying my face in his hair to kiss the crown of his head.

He stretched as I leaned back, scooting up the bed until we were nose to nose. "However," he started, and I let out an easy laugh. I'd come with him more in one night than I had in years. I'd also not come a few times, and Elias hadn't batted an eyelash either way. "However, I do feel fairly confident that with your permission, I am resourceful enough to manage the job," he said, grinning.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, reaching up to play with his hair the way I'd been longing to since the beginning, so thick and velvety soft.

He sighed at the touch, arching his neck and leaning his head back into my hands. The flex of his throat was beautiful too, catching the warm light of the afternoon, every hair a thread of gold.

"Elias?"

His head was shifting between my palms, pressing one side and then another into my rubbing fingers. "Hmm?"

"Why do you…live up here?"

His eyes opened and then slid shut once more. "You mean in my attic?" he asked, and I pursed my lips at the way his languid tone had been lost at my question.

"I suppose so, yes."

He sighed and shifted away, and if it hadn't been for how tired my body was, I would've tried to wrap my legs around his hips to keep him close. But he only moved to my side, his arms tugging me to his chest, almost like a teddy bear, and one of his golden wings draped over us like a blanket.

"The house had been neglected for decades, went into foreclosure, and still stood abandoned. It was going to be demolished. But I could tell how beautiful she'd been once. It seemed a shame that she should be buried."

"You bought her."

"I did. For a while, it seemed like even that wouldn't save her. She'd been alone too long. We couldn't risk fixing the roof without the walls coming down, and it would've been a waste to do anything inside with all the leaks as they were."

"You like a challenge," I said.

His mouth grazed over my forehead, right at the line of my hair, breath teasing against the new strands. "I do."

"This was a long time ago," I noted. It had to have been, as there was no sign of ruin now.

"Quit fishing for my age," Elias murmured, and I huffed a laugh, pressing my face into the soft fur of his throat. He was half hard, cock nuzzled against the crease of my hip. "I don't need a huge house. But she needs someone to take care of her. Without any expectation."

"Are houses meant to stand so…empty?" I asked.

Elias shifted slightly at the question. "I could sell her and move, but what if the next owner let her fall to pieces again?" he reasoned.

I stroked one hand down his chest, nails combing lines through his fur, and breathed his scent deep into my lungs, letting it fog my thoughts and build heat in my belly. His coremata tangled around my fingers and joined me as I took his length in a gentle grip. He groaned, bucking into my hand.

"Elias: bartender and business owner, rescuer of old manors, and deliverer of orgasms," I teased.

He grinned and leaned back enough to catch my eye. "Would you like another?"

"Not yet," I said, surprised to find that might not have been entirely true. I squeezed him in my hand, studying the way he swelled and his coremata quivered. "Are there any rooms you've left the same the whole time?"

His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, and his body shifted in subtle movements, his cock thrusting inside its soft sleeve, fucking into my hand. "A couple."

"Which ones?" I asked, starting to turn my wrist, twisting my fingers over the weeping flared head of his cock.

"Victoria," he groaned, brow furrowed and lips damp and parted on uneven pants. "Is this important?"

"You interest me," I said, shrugging and, incidentally, pulling on his length.

"Ughhn. The-the east wing second-floor lavatory, and…" His throat flexed on a swallow, and he thrust more urgently into my hand now. I loosened my grip, and he ground out, "And the third-floor linen closet."

I laughed. "A bathroom and a linen closet? That's what you were satisfied with?"

"Victoria, please," he hissed, hands scratching softly over my back, his body hunching to kiss and lick and bite over my shoulders and throat as he fucked my hand. "Please."

"What do your friends think of your house? Do you entertain them in all your little puzzle piece rooms, or up here?"

"Huh—uhnn." He glanced at me blankly, and then his eyes fell shut once more, pace slowing down to savor my hand as it tightened around him.

"Your friends—Rafe, Hannah, you know," I prompted.

"They haven't been here," he rushed out, back arching now, head thrown back. "Oh, I—Fuck! Don't stop ," he snapped out.

"Haven't been up here?" I asked, fingers loose and hand only resting against him as he tried to rub and nudge me back into action.

"Haven't been to the house. No one's been to the house. Except you. And the demonstrators."

I blinked. He didn't even use their names.

"Victoria," he whined.

"Well, I think you should invite them," I said, sitting up, wrestling back his hands as they tried to grab and pull me closer. He surrendered when he realized I was moving down the bed, and his wings tucked against his back so he could roll over and make room for me.

"Fine. Fine, we'll have a dinner party and— Oh, thank fuck, ahhh!"

I fought my smile as I wrapped my lips around the tip of Elias's cock and sucked.

"Oh, Victoria," he purred, all the frantic temper softening once more. "Has anyone told you that you really are remarkable at giving head?"

Damn him. When had he learned so much about me? Long, fingers stroked into my hair, gathering it up so he could watch as I pulled him deeper, my lips relaxed and tongue pressing up to cradle him to the roof of my mouth.

"Mmm, yesss. Such a cum hungry little slut."

I moaned, and Elias's echo of the sound was ragged, his hips lifting and cock thrusting deeper.

"The vibrator is just by your ankle, darling," Elias breathed. "Use it while you suck me. I like the way it makes you whine."

A part of me, the sometimes too present part that liked to dissect and study, which kept my brain buzzing when I wanted it off, took notes now on all the things Elias had been collecting about my arousal.

I liked compliments when they related to how I could make him feel. Liked degradation delivered sweetly. That if he framed my pleasure on how it would please him , it didn't make the still anxious part of me balk at the suggestion.

I wanted equal ammunition against him, some semblance of control. But it wasn't control that got me off.

I did as he asked, pressing the simple wand vibrator against my clit and letting the needy sounds rise up in my throat, surround him, satisfy him.

"Uhn, yes, that's it. Oh, you suck so hard when you get horny, darling. That's it. Take more of me, I know you can. Here, let me show you. Mmm, yes, gag a little, it's all right. What a good student you are…"

The soft and strong brush of his coremata wrapped around my throat, the scent of the fur under my nose hazing my busy thoughts. I let Elias's words weave their spell, dragging us to cataclysm together.