Page 6 of Taking a Tumble (Ghostlight Falls #7)

Troublemaker

TABI

T he night air is cool but Kaz’s body keeps me warm. He’s so comfortable to cuddle with, large enough that I feel like I won’t crush him. I’ve always loved a partner with a soft belly. Dad-bods are in and I am so here for it.

I’m not a small woman. I’m comfortable with my curves, but having a partner that doesn’t make me feel ‘large’ is my preference. As confident in my appearance as I am, insecurity will always rear its ugly head if given the chance.

Kaz makes me feel at ease. He’s a little tense behind me, though, so I readjust a little. As my ass shifts closer to his groin, a soft whimper leaves him.

Oh. Ohhhhh .

He’s not uncomfortable. He’s hard.

Well, I guess that still means he’s uncomfortable. I have to hold back a giggle at my lame joke. The music picks back up again with a pop song, and a wicked idea comes to me.

I wiggle my hips to the beat, small movements at first. As the song goes on, my hip rolls become more pronounced. And if I maybe push back a little more than necessary once in a while, grazing his hard cocks? Well, who can blame a girl? The temptation is too strong.

Kaz’s grip tightens on my waist, his lips come to my ear.

“You keep that up, troublemaker, and one of two things are going to happen. You’re gonna make me come in my pants here in front of everyone, and I’m going to have to punish you for it.

Or I’m going to drag you into the woods and rut you against a tree. ”

I inhale sharply, pausing my movements to consider.

I knew I was playing with fire, but I didn’t expect such dirty words to come from shy Kaz’ron’s mouth.

I’m no stranger to a romp in the woods, but there are a lot of people around right now, and I’m not sure I can be quiet.

Plus, something tells me I’d really enjoy Kaz’s punishment.

Biting my lip, I move again, grinding against him. My hand covers his, then slowly drags it up to the underside of my breast. His breathing picks up, his hips shunting forward to meet my movements. He grasps my hips and pulls me tight against him as he freezes, then groans low against my neck.

His panting turns to a low chuckle, and he scrapes pointed teeth against my skin just below my ear.

“Oh, you are so going to pay for that. I should slide my fingers under this sexy little outfit and make you come right here in front of everyone, but I don’t want any of these assholes to see your pleasure. ”

Instead of packing up to leave, Kaz settles a possessive grip on my waist to watch the rest of the show. My clit throbs from his threat, but he doesn’t make a move to touch me lower. The bastard is going to make me wait.

It’s pure torture sitting through the second half of the band’s set, and when it finally ends, I’m positive a light breeze could set me off. We pack our things, haphazardly rolling the blanket into a crumpled ball, shooting heated glances at each other.

The walk back to my place is a crime against my pussy, each step reminding me how turned on I am and how very little I’ve come so far. Like, zero. Not at all. It’s unfair.

“Did you know that like most supernaturals, demons have a heightened sense of smell?” Kaz’s question seems to come out of left field, until I realize what he’s implying. My cheeks blaze red.

“That’s right,” he continues, “I can smell how aroused you are. How frustrated you are. And how so very wet you are.”

I shoot him a wide-eyed glare. I thought Kaz’ron was a nice male. Turns out he’s actually a teasing asshole. One I am going to jump as soon as we cross my threshold.

We reach my door and my hands shake as I fumble the keys, attempting to get the right one in the lock. It doesn’t help that my demon is peppering kisses along my nape, his body pushed against my back.

Finally managing to get it open and push through, Kaz’ron is on me in an instant.

He whirls me around and slams my back against my now closed door, immediately crushing his lips to mine in a brutal kiss.

We’re both frantic, out of our minds with lust, and lacking the finesse you’d usually try to show on a first date. No, it’s sloppy, and wet, and hot .

“Fuck, Tabi. I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kaz admits against my lips in between kisses. He moves to my neck as I answer.

“Y-you have? Why didn’t you say something? Oh, gods!” I moan when Kaz traces his tongue around my earlobe and punctuates it with a sharp nip, his hips thrusting against mine.

He doesn’t answer right away, instead kissing his way down my body, dragging his tongue across my cleavage. My back arches, pushing my breasts into his eager palms as he traces the hem of my romper, teasing like he may pull it down and give me what I so desperately want.

“You are so out of my league it isn’t funny,” Kaz says.

“But I’m also not stupid, so if you give me a chance to please you, I’m going to take it.

Holy Fuck. ” He curses when he finally frees my breasts and sees them bare.

His eyes are locked onto my piercings, the bars through my nipples are easy to see with how hard they are.

His fingers graze each one, tentatively at first, until he hears my moans of pleasure when he tugs slightly.

Suddenly he’s bent down, taking one nipple into his mouth and laving the piercing with his tongue.

He rolls it and then nips it between his teeth, and I’m making noises I’m sure will embarrass me later, but right now I can’t be bothered to care.

“Never played with something like these before.” Both hands knead and play with my tits as he stares into my eyes with his dark, heated gaze. “Can you come just from nipple play?”

“I-I haven’t before.” I admit.

Kaz’s smile turns predatory. “We’ll have to test that theory later. Right now,” Kaz puts his shoulder against my middle and hauls me over it before I realize what’s happening. “It’s time to mete out that punishment you earned.”

He carries me to my bedroom, putting me down so we are both standing at the foot of the bed. He kisses me again, his hands wandering my body, reaching my ass and sliding under the fabric of my romper to squeeze the globes roughly.

“Bend over the bed, troublemaker.”

I comply immediately, laying my top half on the soft surface, presenting my ass to my demon.

He runs his hands along my back and up my thighs, searching for a way to gain access to my skin.

He tries pulling the legs of the romper up, but they won’t go high enough.

When he can’t find a waistband or zipper, he growls in frustration.

“How the fuck do you get this contraption off? If you don’t want me to tear it, I’m gonna need your help.” He gripes.

As hot as it is in my smut books when the main character’s clothes are ripped off in a fit of passion, I like this outfit and it seems like it’d kill the mood.

Giggling as I stand, I slide the straps over my arms and shimmy the whole thing down over my hips, leaving it to pool at the ground by my feet.

Before Kaz asks again, I dutifully lay back over the bed, resuming my previous position.

Kaz groans, his hand finally stroking bare skin. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

“Yes.” I whimper.

“Did you like it?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Without any more conversation, a hand slaps my cheek, leaving behind a pleasant burn after the initial sting. Kaz leans over my back until his mouth is at my ear. “Okay?”

It’s sweet he’s checking in, but this demon has no idea how not vanilla I am. This is more than okay. I nod, simply answering with, “more.”

“Give me a color. Green if you’re good, yellow if you need me to slow down, red if you need me to stop,” he says, then peppers my ass with two more slaps for good measure.

“I didn’t expect you to be so kinky—ah!” I cry out when he smacks me several times in quick succession, not as hard, but enough to make me pay attention. Then he’s soothing the sting with his palms, pulling apart my asscheeks to see me dripping onto the bed.

“You do like this, don’t you?” he murmurs.

Then he’s on me like a starved man. He licks my slit, shoving his tongue into my core, then circling my clit.

My fists grip the sheets in surprise and pleasure.

The sounds echoing in the room are obscene, my body beginning to tingle as it climbs toward the peak.

Two thick fingers push into me and pump against my g-spot, making my legs tremble as I moan his name. Then Kaz wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. That sends me over the edge, screaming his name and pushing back against his face and fingers, riding out my orgasm.

Kaz slips his fingers from my pussy and gently rolls me to my back as I come down from my high. My eyelids are heavy, my body sated like never before. I blink up at him sleepily when he shifts my body up the bed and under the covers.

“What about you?” I ask guiltily. I am exhausted after he ripped that epic orgasm from my body, but I can’t leave him hanging out to dry.

Kaz kisses me gently. “Trust me, I enjoyed that as much as you did.”

When he tucks me in, I realize he’s still fully clothed. I sit up on my elbows to question him. “Wait, are you leaving? You don’t want to stay?”

He smiles and kisses my forehead. Damn it, he knows every woman’s secret weakness: forehead kisses.

“I have to take care of Arlo, he hasn’t been fed and is needier than a dog sometimes.

I didn’t expect, uh, us to get this far tonight.

Not that I’m complaining!” He rushes to add when he realizes he sounds disappointed.

“But maybe you could come over to my place next Friday? A movie date?”

The sleep is closing in, but I manage to agree before I succumb to my dreams.