Until some asshole banged on the front door.
With a growl, I broke the kiss. Jezebel and I stared at each other for a long moment, and I saw the humor in her eyes, even as I smelled her frustration.
“Hey!” This from the jackass outside of the store. His voice was muffled, but desperation made the words carry clearly. “You still open?”
I glanced over my shoulder, looked at him through the clear storefront door. Just another yahoo, banging on the glass, frantic to get last-minute proof of eternal devotion. I shook my head. Sorry, chuckles. You’re shit out of luck.
“Come on,” he shouted.
I shrugged—a “Hey, not my fault” sort of shrug.
“Please! It’s Valentine’s Day!”
“I know!” I shouted back. “And I’m trying to get laid!”
The guy blinked, then pounded on the door even harder.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Daun.” Jezzie sighed, then darted a glance at the mortal on the other side of the glass. “Just help him, or make him go away. Or ignore him and do me now.”
Oh, I’ll help him, all right.
I smiled at the guy, all “Oh, okay, you convinced me,” down to my sheepish grin. I even took a step forward. He visibly relaxed as I reached out as if to unlock the door. But then I flexed, pushing my power into him. Nothing drastic; certainly, nothing to tip some cosmic balance against me. If the fellow was good, then no harm, no foul. But if he had even a touch of evil in his soul…
His eyes widened, and I heard his startled gasp through the door. Then he threw back his head. I grinned as I watched him fumble with the snap on his pants.
Heh. Gotcha, chuckles.
Behind me, Jezebel snorted. “That wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“He was too uptight for my liking.”
“So now he’s going to come all over himself,” she said, “and then what? He’s going to freak out and be even louder.”
Everyone’s a critic. “Fine,” I grumbled, “I’ll send him away.”
“Wait.”
“Make up your mind.” I turned to face her and was surprised to see her looking at the bespelled man, pursing her lips as if she were going to blow him a kiss. “What’re you doing, babes?”
She exhaled, and I felt her magic flow out of her and through the door. Outside, the man panted, his face flushed, sweat beading on his brow. A shiver rippled over him, then he spun on his heel and raced out of sight.
I arched a brow at Jezebel. “He suddenly remember he left the lights on?”
She smiled at me. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” she said sweetly. “I just encouraged him to run along to the one he’s so eager to impress.”
“Without the card he was so anxious to buy?”
She moved past me as she motioned to the store windows and door—another push of her power, and metal gates suddenly shuttered the glass. Looked like it was closing time. Her back to me, she said, “Actions speak louder than words.”
“Speaking of which…where were we? Oh yes,” I said, coming up behind her to cup her mammoth breasts.
“Actually,” she said, “I think we were kissing.”
“But I’ve been thinking about your tits.” I fondled them slowly, enjoying their fullness. “How they fill my hands.”
I kissed her neck, my tongue flicking over her skin, and she let out a low, sensual moan. Arousal coursed through me, tensing my muscles and tightening my balls, heating my blood until it burned with lust. My heart pounded in my chest, in my ears, echoing through me until all I could hear was its insistent boom boom, boom boom.
Jezebel.
My erection surged to life, straining against the material of my pants.
Jezebel, here with me; Jezebel, her head thrown back and her eyes closed and giving voice to the pleasure I made her feel.
My Jezebel.
Grazing her neck so very softly with the edge of my teeth, I traced a line from her jaw down to her collar. Her taste lingered on my tongue, splashed over my lips—that suggestion of salty mortality with her demonic scent beneath that, all cinnamon and musk and sex, yes, and sex.
I breathed her in, and she filled me, transformed me.
She was moving now, her hips undulating slowly, rubbing her bottom over my thighs as my hands flowed over her generous bosom. She danced against me, and my body sang.
Oh Gehenna, how I wanted to lose myself inside of her.
Slow, I told myself. Slow. First for her, then for me.
Her tits jiggled in my hands as she arched against me. “How soft their underswells are,” I murmured against her neck, stroking her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. “How sensitive they are.”
I splayed my fingers, stretched up until they touched her nipples. Already taut, they pearled even more as I brushed against them.
She moaned again, a soft mewling sound that was utterly intoxicating.
“How hard your nipples get when I touch you,” I said, passion roughening my voice. “How you react when I stroke them.”
My hands moved over her swells, rolling the sensitive buds of her nipples against my palms. As I caressed her front, I rubbed against her from behind, pressing the bulge of my cock against the small of her back.
Jezebel was panting now, her head leaning on my chest and her body heaving as I teased her. Swirling with her innate aroma of cinnamon and musk, now there was a growing smell of peppermint: the scent of her arousal, of her building pleasure. The smell of her sex.
My thumbs massaged her nipples, then flicked against them. She rewarded me with an urgent groan. Smiling from her reaction, I switched from “massage” to “vibrate,” picking up speed and pressure.
“How you like it,” I whispered in her ear, “when I pinch them so very lightly.”
I captured her nipples between my fingers and gently plucked them.
Jezebel cried out, her hips bucking wildly.
Rrrr.
With a burst of magic, I disintegrated her shirt. Smoke wafted off her skin as I spun her around, and I marveled for a moment over the sheer magnificence of her breasts. The fruit from the Tree of Life could never have looked so ripe. Teardrop-shaped beauty, capped with pink pearls.
“How they feel in my mouth,” I growled, and then I bent down to give suck.
Her nipple between my lips now, my tongue lapping as I drank her down. Slowly, so very slowly, I sampled her, drew her deep into my mouth as I suckled. First one breast, then the other, lapping her with broad strokes of my tongue, seducing her with tiny kisses, running over her twin swells until they glistened from where my lips touched her.
She arched against me, her moans the sweetest music. I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her to me, sucking her, sucking until her peaks were swollen and her breathing was ragged with arousal.
Yes, Jezebel. Yes.
I nipped her, a moment of pain lancing her pleasure.
A peppermint splash, heady and overwhelming, and then she shuddered in my arms. I kept sucking as the orgasm took her, kept kissing her breasts as small quakes rippled over her. I kept holding her as she let out a content sigh.
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about your tits,” I said, nuzzling my face into her cleavage.
“Wow.” She let out a breathy laugh, fisted her hands in my hair. “I like it when you think about my tits.”
Grinning, I looked up at her, soared from the way she was gazing at me right now. “Oh babes,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about much more than your tits.”
Jezebel
“Sweetie,” I said, my voice heavy from my orgasm, “I love the way you think.”
Heat pulsed through me, the aftershocks making my limbs tremble. Bless me, he’d made me come just from touching—and sucking, ooh yes, definitely sucking—my boobs.
If this was Daun missing me, I’d have to go away far more often.
“Just you wait.” He kissed his way up my breast, his lips tender on my swollen nipple before he peppered his way up to my collarbone, my s
houlder, my neck. He said, “You’re going to love the way I make you feel.”
“I already do.”
I felt him smile against the curve of my throat. “Love? How quaint.”
Demons don’t love. We don’t have emotions the way that humans do. But we do have likes, preferences. And, in my case with Daun, we have attachments that are much deeper than fondness. No, we don’t love. But Seducers all know that love belongs to Lust.
And that we had aplenty.
“I’ll show you love,” I told him, passion roughening my words so that they came forth like a growl. My fingers, still tangled in his hair, pulled him down until his mouth was on mine. I thrust my tongue between his lips, explored his false human teeth, tripping over their edges and then beyond them, touching his tongue with mine. We dueled, rolling and parrying, scoring as we each bled sounds of pleasure. Of desire.
Of a want that stretched across the millennia.
Daunuan. Wicked incubus.
How I want you, deep inside of me…
I can do that.
Mmm. Cheater.
I’m a demon, babes. What do you expect?
Bliss. I kissed him harder, crushed his torso against my naked chest. Rapture.
In my mind, he laughed. Not the Rapture, surely?
No. The better kind. The one with multiple orgasms.
Ah. That kind. You have high expectations.
Are you up for it?
He pressed the bulge of his erection against my belly. You know I’m always up for it.
All this, as we continued kissing. His hands slid down my back until they cupped my bottom. Daun broke away from my mouth, kissed his way across my jaw and to my ear, where he sucked on the lobe until my toes curled.
“I’ve been thinking about your ass,” he whispered in my ear. His fingers spread wide, groping my cheeks. “The way it curves. The way it feels in my hands.” He squeezed my buttocks, his fingers digging deep.
My hips were rocking now, my body moving of its own accord. Which was very good, because I was having trouble thinking—everything was blurring in a red haze, seductive, consuming.
A smell of burning cotton, and my skirt disintegrated in a wave of his magic. My exposed skin pebbled in the cool air, but then his hands were flowing over my cheeks, and the cold was quickly banished from my body.
“The way you squirm when I rub your hole.”
His finger slid into the crevice of my ass, snaking down until he brushed against the folds of my vagina, then back up again, this time pressing against my hole. My cunt throbbed as he teased me from behind, tightening, releasing, tightening again, harder this time, building to something huge and wild and overwhelming.
“Daun,” I said, his name a broken rasp as I panted.
Back down came his finger, stroking me harder, spreading my cheeks and nudging my pussy lips, then back up, slow, slow, agonizingly slow, and now dipping into the puckered entrance of my ass.
I spoke his name again, but this time it was nothing more than a groan.
“The way you clench around me when I go inside of you.”
He pushed inside of me, his finger digging inside of my ass, reaching deep. Bolts of pleasure, lightning quick, shot through me as I came again, contracting around his finger. I cried out in a long “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” as hot liquid slicked my inner thighs.
“Yes, babes,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about your ass.”
I was too lost in my orgasm to reply. All I could do was quiver as he slid out of me.
He turned me around, slowly, his strong hands on my waist. Inhaling deeply, he grinned, let out a contented sigh. “You smell so fucking good.”
All your fault, I said, waves of lingering pleasure weighing my limbs. I would have swayed on my feet if Daun hadn’t been holding me.
“No,” he said, “it’s all you. Your tits. Your ass. And your cunt. Oh, how I’ve been thinking about your cunt.”
Unholy Hell, his thoughts were slowly turning me into jelly.
He licked a path down my body, from my chin down my throat, pausing to circle the hollow at its base before continuing on, between the valley of my breasts, over the concave plane of my stomach, dipping into my navel. Down more, until I felt his breath at the top of my mound.
“Love the thigh highs,” he murmured, running one hand up the inside of my right leg, whispering over the black nylon.
“The client was into it,” I managed, but he shushed me.
“They outline your legs so sleekly.” His fingers skimmed over my inner thigh, trailing my own wetness over my skin. “And it’s such a striking contrast to the cream on your thighs.”
He buried his face between my legs.
Eeeee…
He started low, slowly working his way up. Tantalizing licks, over the entire length of my inner lips, first one side, then the other, pausing to tease my clit ever so gently with his teeth.
Heat on me, as his tongue probed my folds and his breath tickled that most sensitive spot nestled there. Heat in me, as my pussy tingled from his wet strokes, setting fire to my blood.
Oh sweet Sin, what he does to me…
His hands on my hips now as I rocked, bucked, thrusting my sex against him almost violently, begging with my body for him to fuck me.
But he tortured me with his tongue and lips and teeth, nibbling and sucking, slurping, gliding over my vulva and back down. And up. And down.
Unholy Hell, Daun…
Pressure, deep within, building now, threatening to tear me apart from inside. My head rocked back and forth, and I dug my nails into his shoulders.
He blew softly on my pussy, and I trembled. His fingers danced at the base of my slit, and I cried out.
Please, oh please, fuck me please…
“I’ve been thinking about your cunt,” he growled, and then he sucked my clit.
I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me, battering me. Wave after wave of ecstasy broke over me, drowning me in sensation and dragging me under. My knees buckled and I sagged against Daun, boneless with pleasure.
He let out a savage, victorious sound, and then he lapped up my juices.
Quivering with aftershocks, I floated there as he cleaned me, drinking me like fine wine.
“Babes,” he said when he was finished, and I was a puddle of ooze in his arms, “I’ve been thinking about you.”
My head on his chest, I smiled as I listened to the steady thumping of his heart. “I can tell.” My hand trailed down to his crotch, stroked the bulge of his erection. “Still thinking about me, aren’t you?”
Around me, his arms tightened. He shifted, pressing himself harder against my hand. “Fuck me, yes,” he said, his voice ragged. “I never stop thinking about you.”
Heh. A pretty lie, that. But one I enjoyed.
“Well then, incubus,” I said, unfastening the button on his fly, “it’s my turn to show you how much I’ve been thinking about you.”
Daunuan
Her taste still in my mouth, I smiled at Jezebel as she tugged down my zipper. “I can burn away the clothes.”
“Don’t,” she said. “Fucking a man when he’s still dressed turns me on.” She peeled away my jeans until my dick sprang out, the tip curving up, already glistening with precum.
I inhaled sharply as the cool air hit me, making me half-crazed from the sensation—cool outside, so very hot inside. My balls throbbed, begging for release.
“Babes,” I growled, “a change in barometric pressure would turn you on.”
She chuckled. “You know me too well.” Then she gripped my cock in her hand and squeezed.
Oh fuck me, that feels so good….
Slowly she stroked me, up and down, changing the pressure and the rhythm as her fingers worked. I stood there, my head thrown back, eyes closed, losing myself in the feeling of her hand on my shaft. She rubbed my length, played me like an instrument, and my blood caught fire.
Now her other hand cupped my balls. They tightened painfully as she
massaged them, and at that moment, I would have given anything to feel her lips around them.
Ask, and ye shall receive.
I let out a startled laugh. Now who’s cheating?
What’s good for the goose is good for the slander.
“You have a way with words,” I said, my voice ragged.
This from the cunning linguist. She laughed softly, even as she stroked me harder. Now then, I believe this is what you wanted….
And she dove down.
Her mouth on my balls, sucking me, spiraling me with her tongue, grazing me with her teeth. Getting me wet with her saliva, driving me mad with her lips. Her hand on the tip of my cock, rubbing her palm over the swollen head.
Oh Gehenna, Jezebel…
She released my balls from the exquisite torture of her mouth, slowly licked her way up my prick. Her hands planted on my hips, she circled her tongue back down to the base, wetting the pubic hair nestled there. And back up, slower, kissing her way to my ridge, ignoring the crown of my penis as she stroked my shaft with her tongue.
My breathing was coming in hitches now, and my pelvis hummed with sensation, tickling, building.
No. I want to explode inside of her cunt. I want us to climax together.
Shhh, she whispered. You already got me.
Jezzie…bless it all, Jezzie, do this for me.
Gritting my teeth, I gripped the sides of her head and gently tipped her head up until she freed my cock from her lips. I guided her up, and she let me, and I leaned down to kiss her deeply.
Now, Jezzie. I want you now.
Then take me.
My lips locked on hers, I scooped my hands under her bottom and hefted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her long legs around my waist, tilting her pelvis to rub her sex over the tip of my erection.
Growling with need, I slammed her against the front door. She squealed as I rammed myself home.
Yes.
Jezebel grunted as I pounded her, filled her to the breaking point. She goaded me on, harder, deeper, shouting my name.
Sandwiched inside of her, there was no place I’d rather be.
We fucked there, her back against the door, me supporting her weight. But it was more than giving into the primal force of lust, more than just making the beast with two backs, as we’ve done time and again across the ages. As passionate, as raw, as our hunger was, there was something soft there, too, something tender that turned carnal desire into something else, something more profound. When my release finally came, I called out the name of the one who’d seduced me from the very start, the one whom I couldn’t help but want, couldn’t help but think of, no matter where I was, or who else I was with.
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