Page 24 of The Devil and His Goddess (Sinners Do It Better #2)
Perseus
THIRTY MINUTES.
We had thirty minutes before the first of the dancers arrived for work. It wasn’t a lot of time, especially for how much I would’ve loved to do to her, but it was all we had. I was going to make every second of it count.
I laid on my back, stretched out on the bench in the women’s changing room with my legs spread on either side of the bench. Harper straddled my face with her knees braced on either side of my head while she bent over my torso to suck on my rock-hard dick.
She’d arrived early to get some stretching in before her weekly meeting with the in-house dietician, bumping into me in the hallway. When I’d spotted her, the instant spark of electricity had gone straight to my cock, and from the intoxicating scent that had funneled through the air, it was clear the feeling was mutual.
I’d snagged her and pulled her into the changing room, my lips instantly seeking out hers. The two of us found ourselves falling onto the bench and ended up in our current positions.
The sweet moans she let out as my tongue glided through her pussy was damn-near equivalent to angels singing. I let the sound spur me on as I drug the tip of my tongue back up her slit to tease her clit. Her legs shook on either side of me as I showered the nub in attention, and I didn’t let up on the quick flicks. The taste of her pleasure grew richer in the back of my throat, and the closer she got to her breaking point, the more it swirled in my gut like a myriad of bright colors.
Not only was her essence filling me up on the inside, but the deep mouthfuls she took of my cock had my entire body wound tight with buzzing lust. I couldn’t decide which to focus on—the taste of her pleasure or the feeling of her sweet, hot mouth wrapped tightly around my shaft. She bobbed her head to take more of me, all while grinding her hips to meet each motion of my tongue.
I squeezed her round ass and slapped it hard enough to leave a red hand print. She jerked and hissed against the head of my cock, but the spike in her desire told me how much she loved the sting that mingled with the bliss of my roaming tongue. The wicked part of me hoped that the mark peeked out of her leotard during rehearsals today.
The sweetness of her mounting pleasure grew thicker in my gut. Even if that wasn’t enough to tell me she was close, the sounds she made and the way she rode my tongue were sign enough. Wanting to meet her there, I bucked my hips to shove deeper into her mouth and let shadows unfurl around us to keep her head locked in place. I pumped myself deeper and deeper into her mouth, loving the feel of her spit dripping around my shaft and her throat working to allow me in.
My own tongue worked overtime, touching her right where she loved most. But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to pleasure her everywhere. I wanted every inch of her body to feel good. More shadows swept over her skin like water cascading along her lithe form. Rolling down her back and between her legs, the shadowy tendrils probed at her entrance. She jerked like she wanted to throw her head back while sinking down onto the shadow as though it were my cock, but the shadows keeping her head in place didn’t let her budge.
She was forced to remain on her hands and knees while my tongue danced along her clit and my shadows filled her sweet pussy. The shadows pulsed and grew, filling her up and moving as I would. Every time my hips bucked to shove into her mouth, the shadows would follow me, thrusting into her tightness.
She gasped and tried to speak around my dick, but the words came out gurgled and incomprehensible. I didn’t stop, either. She sucked harder and ran her tongue along my dick while I sucked on her clit and pounded into her entrance with my shadows. Her entire body suddenly shook hard as her release filled my mouth and gut. I followed her, shooting cum into her mouth. The shadows kept her bent over me, forcing her to swallow everything I’d let out, and only after there was nothing left did the shadows recede, allowing her to get up.
Her orgasm was still all over my lips and tongue. As she moved to sit between my legs, I sat up and grabbed her arms. My mouth crashed into hers, and I kissed her deeply. She pressed her breasts into my chest, and I relished in the feeling of her hard nipples poking through her thin bra. I trailed my hands from her biceps and along her chest to pinch and tweak the beaded points as I let my tongue tangle with hers.
When I pulled back, I smiled wide and asked roughly, “Don’t you taste so good?”
She breathed hard against my lips and scraped her nails along the back of my head. “So good. More.”
She pulled me in for another searing kiss, and my dick readied for more. I pushed her back so that she was now the one with spread legs. Hooking each leg over my hips, I shoved into her cunt. She moaned into my mouth, and I ate up the sound as my hips pumped in and out of her hard and fast. I released her breasts to grip the end of the bench we were on, and I held it to give myself more leverage to hit her just where she wanted it.
Her back arched as my cock filled her and touched her deep inside, and her hands roamed up her own body to release her breasts from her bra. She pinched, squeezed, and pulled at her beaded nipples, and I watched with insatiable hunger as she worked them the way she loved. It spurred my hips to grind harder, touching her inside and on her clit.
“Perseus!” she moaned. “Perseus!”
I leaned down to shower her throat in hot kisses. I sucked and bit at the skin, making her pussy clench tighter around me.
“Fuck, you squeeze me so good,” I grunted against her throat before finding her lips again. I kissed her hard and rolled my hips in a way that made her bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“There! Right there!” she gasped against my lips right before she shattered on another orgasm, tightening around my cock.
I sat up and hooked her legs in the bend of my arms to finish pumping in and out of her to a fast rhythm. Nearing my own high, I ordered, “Touch my pussy.”
She shook her head and stared at me through lust-glazed eyes. “Can’t. Too sensitive.”
I glared at her and let her leg drop so I could smack her round breast. “What did I say, slut?”
She whimpered, even as her pleasure spiked all over again. She reached down with one hand to rub at her glistening folds. I hiked her leg back into my arm just as her pink lips parted on a blissful sigh. She danced around her clit with the tip of her finger before finally touching it. Her nipples hardened again, and I watched her hand as I rolled my hips to the rhythm in which she rubbed. When her finger went slow, so did I. When her finger quickened, so did I.
Her body tensed, and she started to pull her hand back. “Perseus, it’s too much. I’ll—”
“Don’t stop,” I commanded. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
Her blue eyes snared mine, and she bit her lip. Her finger rubbed and circled her clit while my cock continued to pound into her. I knew what was coming. I knew the ache, the pressure, the full-on fucking inferno that was about to erupt from inside her. I wanted it. I craved it.
Her free hand sought to work her nipple again as the one between her legs picked up its pace. Her hips began to buck and shake, and I took that as my sign to grind harder and faster. Her breathy moans filled the room as my own release built in time with hers before finally, her pleasure erupted.
Her back arched, and her whole body shook as she squirted, spewing fluid all over my dick, legs, the bench beneath us, and herself. Watching the plentiful clear liquid coat the two of us sent my own release spewing out inside of her. I rolled my hips a couple more times to ride out the orgasm before pulling out.
We were spent, yet the day hadn’t even started. There was no time to relish in the post-sex haze. I stood and snapped my fingers. The dripping evidence of our endeavors evaporated from both the room and the two of us, leaving no trace of what had transpired. I quickly got my dress pants and button-up shirt back in order while Harper pulled on her leotard, sweatpants, and jacket.
“I think this is how we should start every morning from now on,” I suggested with a grin.
She stood with an equally warm smile. “I won’t disagree with you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to whisper, “Let’s do it in a practice room next. I want to see us in that mirror while you fuck me.”
I groaned and dipped my head into the crook of her neck. “Goddess, why do you torment me so?” I glanced up at the clock above the door, noting people were to arrive any second now. “That’s it. We’re going to my office. I want another round.”
Laughing, she leaned back to beam up at me. “Can’t. I already used my stretching time. I have to meet with Becca.”
“Damn her,” I grumbled.
Harper let out another small laugh, and the sound went straight to my heart. Emotion so potent, it threatened to strangle me, rose up inside of my chest. This human had done something unimaginable to me. I felt it deep in my bones and where a soul would reside if I had one. The need to admit it was becoming hard to resist, like I was confined in too tight clothes and only by telling her what was on my mind could I be free of them.
“Hey, Harper?” I began softly.
Her shining blue eyes held mine, and she smiled. “Yeah?”
The words were right there on the tip of my tongue. The confession yearned to be let out.
Yet what came was, “Have a good day.”
Her grin widened. She stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips. “You, too, Perseus.”