Nadine, Nadine vignette 1

by Gabriella Webster

  Nadine’s ran her hand up along the upper ridge. The feathers were delightfully warm and soft, and they twitched in response.

  Amazing.

  He hummed contentedly, and she looked at him askance. It was almost as if he truly felt her touch. Curious, Nadine buried her fingers into the down, startled to find skin. She poked him with her nail.

  He hissed in pain. “You will draw blood if you are not careful.”

  Her eyes widened in amazement.

  The trick looked at her over his shoulder. “I see you did not believe me earlier. I assure you. I was born with them.”

  Wow. No. More like, what the fuck?! Nadine refocused on the wings in front of her. They were real—whether he was born with them or they were grafted on remained to be seen. He had to have endured hours of surgery and weeks of recovery to grow that much skin. Not to mention the time needed to add each feather. It made her two hours of tattoo torture look easy.

  She stroked their length, from their base at his shoulders up to the peak and down to the flared tips. They weren’t what Nadine would call typical angel wings, not at all like the angels depicted in art, where the wings were so large and sweeping they dragged on the ground. His wings reminded her of a cupid. Almost dainty.

  “How much control do you have?” she asked, petting them the way she did back when she had money and kept cockatiels.

  “What do you mean?” he asked huskily.

  Nadine new that tone of voice. She shifted her focus from petting the wings for her pleasure to teasing for his. Knowing her client’s erogenous zones and using them meant a happy customer, and happy customers meant repeat business. She was all about the repeat business.

  “Can you flap them?”

  He obliged her curiosity. The muscles in his back rippled with the movement, and Nadine confirmed the wings did in fact, flap. He then tucked them tight to his body before relaxing them.

  Way cool.

  “Is that hard to do?” She couldn’t begin to imagine.

  “No harder than walking or playing as a child. Although, growing them does hurt.”

  Ha! Nadine found the first hole in his elaborate fantasy. “You said you were born with them.”

  “And I was.”

  “Then how could you grow them if you were also born with them?”

  “Were you not born with breasts?”

  “Well, yes, sort of,” Nadine conceded. “But they didn’t develop until puberty.”

  “The same concept applies. We are all born with wing buds between our shoulder blades.” We? She hadn’t been born with wing buds. “They do not fully develop until our bodies shift from child to adulthood.”

  Nadine nodded—agreeing with him—and filed that information away for later. She’d need to remember this if he ever came back. But enough talking. She was on a time limit, and he had paid for some services.

  Shifting so she stood directly behind him, she ran her hands along his spine, pausing here and there to hear his response to her touch. When she cupped the bottom of his wings at their base next to his spine, his back erupted in goosebumps and all his feathers puffed out. Her birds used to do the same exact thing when they were pleased. She gently dragged her palms along the underside of his wings and he groaned, a low, hungry sound.

  A shiver of need, surprisingly intense, coursed through her, confusing her. She rarely felt desire for her tricks. Shaking off the feeling, she answered her growing impulse to feel his skin against hers by pulling off her shirt and pressing her naked breasts against his back. Wrapping him in her arms, she nuzzled her nose in the juncture of his wings. They even smelled similar to her birds, and now she imagined him roosting in a tree branch at night. His head tucked under his arm. Asleep.

  Nadine bit her lip.

  She chastised herself for nearly laughing and kissed his back. She let her hands drift lower on his stomach, enjoying every muscular ridge, delighted to find a light dusting of hair under his belly button. She ran her fingers along the underside of his waistband. His breath hitched, and a jolt of arousal shot through her. She couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t need some form of lubricant for sex, but she wouldn’t need it this time.

  Resuming her task, Nadine deftly popped open the button of his gray slacks. She needed to put a stop to the foreplay. He hadn’t paid for it, and they weren’t a couple out for mutual satisfaction. She tugged the zipper down, freeing his dick from its confines. She was not surprised to find he was going commando. She grew wetter at the thought, and flexed her thighs in an effort to ease the growing ache.

  He paid for oral and sex, Nadine, she reminded herself.

  But it wouldn’t hurt to touch him first, she rationalized, to get a lay of the land so to speak. So she curled her fingers around his shaft. His cock already hard and ready. She was pleased to note he was neither too big nor too small. Just right. She squeezed gently and stroked him from root to tip. His head dropped back and he moaned.

  She licked her lips.

  If he liked his wings touched, how would he react to her tongue?

  She teased at the joint, sampling him, and pumped his cock in her hand. He groaned and his cock twitched. She licked him again, and his whole body shuddered.

  “Nadine,” he whispered.

  She froze.

  He knew her name. Her real name. Not the one she gave clients.

  How did he know that?

  Later. She’d worry about that later.

  She squeezed his cock gently and resumed stroking him. “What do you need?” she asked, determined to see this job through. Afterward, though, she’d kick him to the curb.

  “If you do not stop, I am going to find release.”

  Well, that wouldn’t do. He paid for sex, not a hand job.

  Nadine released him and stepped back, letting him have a moment to come down from the edge. His shoulders heaved with the effort of his breathing. When he had calmed somewhat, she touched his shoulder and swept around him to settle on her knees at his feet. Once comfortable, she let her eyes rake over him. He was nicely proportioned all over. Nadine felt a shiver of delight course through her.

  He gazed down at her, desire darkening the color of his eyes to a deep gray from their original light blue.

  “You look a bit cramped,” she murmured and tugged at his pants hanging off his hips. They fell to the floor in a graceless heap. “Better?”

  “Yes.”

  She leaned forward, placed her hands on his thighs and licked the underside of his cock from base to tip. His eyes glazed and he blinked lazily. Nadine smiled. She really did enjoy the expressive ones. Inching her hand over, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and stroked. His breath escaped in a soft mewl. That noise. The one full of need to the point of pain. She just had to hear it again. She licked his shaft with the flat of her tongue and flicked the tip. He mewled again, and his hand drifted down to fist in her hair.

  The ache between her thighs grew, and Nadine wished every trick was this arousing. She changed her mind a second later. If it was always this way, then it would no longer be special. Today was definitely special. But, she thought regretfully, she’d have to take care of her need to come before her next appointment. The next john had decidedly odd tastes… She pushed those thoughts away. She needed to focus on this john, not on future ones.

  Renewing her efforts, she enclosed the head of his cock in her mouth, and he bucked his hips. Thankfully, her grip kept him from pushing in too far too fast. Slowly, she pumped his dick in time with her sucking, each downward stroke bringing him further into her mouth, until he bumped the back of her throat with every thrust.

 
; Nadine concentrated on breathing through each advance, gaining a sustainable rhythm. His harsh panting spurred her on. His free fingers brushed a tendril of hair away from her eyes, and she looked up at the tender gesture.

  He’s too close, she realized with dismay. If he finished in her mouth, she’d owe him a refund on part of his order. That was a week’s worth of groceries! Immediately she pulled away. She hovered close, though, ready to resume his blow job if that was what he wanted. And for a moment, she felt sure that was what he would demand. The hand buried in her hair, clenched tight in an effort to keep her at her ministrations. “You still want sex?” she asked, breathless.

  He stopped resisting and hissed, “Yes.”

  She nodded and stood. Making her way to the small end table next to the bed, she tugged open the drawer and pawed around inside. She found what she wanted, and pulled the two items from its depths. Setting the lubricant she didn’t expect to need down on top, she turned to face the john.

  He was absolute perfection. His hard cock jutted out into the room, demanding to be touched, loved. Nadine couldn’t believe how eager she was to satisfy this man. She swished her hips on her way back to where he waited on her. She was about to open the condom when he stopped her. “Your turn.”

  Her hands stilled and she met his gaze with her own. What was he saying? Nadine cocked an eyebrow at him in silent question.

  “Lie back,” he urged. “Get comfortable.”

  Well, now she was intrigued. She did as he asked, and climbed onto the bed and settled down. He grinned at her. Before she even felt the first flutter of alarm, he was kneeling in front of her, and had her hips at the edge of the bed, her legs draped over his shoulders.

  Holy cow! He moves fast.

  The trick brushed his palms over the top of her thighs, chasing the fabric of her skirt as it rapidly retreated to her waist. His fingers teased at the crease of her legs at her hips. His thumb brushed lazily at the skin near her ass, and she shivered, unsure if she really wanted him to do this. She felt so exposed, completely out of control, and Nadine squirmed.

  Did she smell bad down there? Did she need to stop him? Or, more importantly, did she charge him? She had no idea. No client ever ate her out before.

  She’d stop him, she decided, and went to tell him so, but no words came. She closed her mouth with a snap. He gazed at her over her stomach as she deliberated.

  Oh, what the hell, she relented. You only live once. She twitched her head in a tiny nod, and after gaining her permission, he dipped his face forward. His tongue teased the crease between her thigh and her pussy. Anticipation coursed through Nadine, making her fingers tingle and shake with need. She hoped he was good at this. It was a stupid hope, she rationalized. None of her boyfriends had ever been more than adequate, so what possibility did a complete stranger have?

  His fingers tickled a path to her sex, where he spread her open to his questing tongue. Nadine let her head fall back to the mattress, vowing to enjoy every second of his attentions even if they weren’t any good. He gave her pussy a gentle swipe. Nadine groaned, and let her eyes drift closed. After a few more laving strokes, he flicked the edge of her clit with is tongue, never quite on it directly, and Nadine inhaled sharply. This was better than good. He clearly had some knowledge of a woman’s body—or at least how hers worked. Direct stimulation so early on always hurt, but this… This teasing made her want to thrash in his arms.

  Slowly, he worked her higher, his tongue flicking her clit and then sliding lower to push inside her, and then back again. Back and forth, he built a rhythm. Her fingers fisted into the cotton comforter, and Nadine was amused to find her elusive orgasm on the edge of her consciousness.

  The next time he thrust into her with his tongue, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her body craved more. Had to have it. His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her in place as she bucked underneath him. Each pass brought her ever closer. Her orgasm was imminent, and she desperately wanted to come.

  Then he stopped.

  Her eyelids flew open, and their gazes locked across her body.

  “No!” she cried. “Oh God, no, don’t stop.”

  The man chuckled, and she felt her cheeks flame, ashamed.

  “Sex.”

  Nadine slapped her hand across her forehead. How could she have forgotten? “Of course. You’re right.” She paused and then added, “Sorry.”

  He shrugged. “Stay there.”

  “Okay.”

  He eased her legs off his shoulders and grabbed the condom from where Nadine had dropped it. He tore the foil open and sheathed himself inside, before returning to where she lay draped over the edge of the bed. He lifted each knee and cradled them over his elbows. His dick pressed at her entrance. “Will this position hurt?”

  Nadine shook her head. “As long as you don’t try to do anal, I’m fine with any position you want.”

  “That is not what I asked.”

  No, it wasn’t. Nadine tried again. “It won’t hurt.” Especially not now, she was so wet.

  He gave her a tiny nod and slid into her eager body. His cock stretched her, filled her. He stared down at where their bodies joined as he waited for her to adjust. Fuck, he feels good. No trick ever felt this way. She wanted him, she realized. He wasn’t just a job, and that was a dangerous thought.

  She rolled her hips, enticing him. He understood her invitation and slid backward before pushing into her body again. She moaned in delight. He was perfection, all friction and heat. Nadine gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. He was still watching where his cock disappeared into her. His face was a picture of pure bliss, and the light shining behind him gave him a full body halo.

  The light. The wings. An angel. She was fucking an angel.

  She giggled, and his eyes sought hers.

  He smirked. “Explain your amusement.”

  Embarrassed, she stammered. “The light,” she trailed off. He slowed his gentle pumping to wait for her answer. “I’m sorry. You reminded me of an angel.”

  He nodded and resumed his slow, torturous pace. “Not ‘angel,’” he corrected her. “Angel.”

  She couldn’t hear a difference in the words. But before she could form another coherent, thought he flexed a groin muscle, and his cock twitched deep inside.

  Oh man, that felt good. “Do that again,” she begged.

  He did.

  Her orgasm spiraled closer. “I don’t know what you just did, but it feels amazing.”

  The john smiled down on her, and flexed again. She moaned and rolled her hips. She never wanted this to end. “Don’t stop, please.”

  “Never,” he whispered, but they both knew that was a lie.

  He kept up the slow thrusting. Each time he pressed all the way in, he did his magic move. All too soon, she felt the heat coil in her belly. The man had to know she was about to come. “Again,” she pleaded, and writhed against him. “Harder.”

  Releasing her legs, he fell forward, bracing himself with hands on either side of her head. She clawed at his shoulders, brushing against his wings, and his eyes crossed before he closed them. A strangled growl tore from his lips.

  Nadine curled her legs around his waist, pulling him tight to her body with each thrust. His pace lost precision and quickened. She was so close to release, she could taste it, but experience told her he was closer. She resigned herself to once again not being completed. She shrugged mentally. Job hazard. The men who paid for sex weren’t here for her.

  Teasing at the base of his wings, she urged him on. His head fell forward, his longish hair tickling her cheek. His harsh breathing fanned her face.

  “You
first,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

  “It’s okay,” she told him. “You don’t have to.”

  “What is it with you and not answering the questions I ask?” he asked through his panting.

  “My feelings don’t matter,” she replied honestly. “You pay me for sex, not my enjoyment.”

  “That is not how I see it,” he paused when she brushed her fingers over the ridge of his wing. “I will not last long if you keep doing that,” he admitted, swallowing a keen.

  “Really, it’s okay. You don’t have to wait for me.”

  “I want to feel your sexual release,” he whispered, completely breathless.

  It only took a moment for her to weigh her options. In the end, it was a no-brainer. “Touch me, or let me touch myself.”

  “You do it. You will know better than I how to do it.”

  She nodded, and dove her fingers between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. Her eyes drifted shut once again, and she let herself be swept away by the sensations.

  Several thrusts later, her release was once again imminent. In a split-second decision, she blurted, “I’m going to come.” This john seemed like he’d want to know.

  She wasn’t wrong. He pounded into her harder, all attempts at teasing her higher discarded. It didn’t matter. She was already there.

  Nadine’s breath whooshed from her. Her back arched, her muscles taut as the orgasm tore through her. She bucked against him with each spasm.

  “That is it,” the man purred.

  When she came down enough to register the room around her, she returned to playing with his wings, teasing him higher.

  “My turn,” he grunted and pressed in as deep as possible. She reveled in each pulse of his cock as he emptied into the condom within her body. The sensation seemed to last forever—even though she knew it had only been seconds—before he collapsed. His weight rested on his forearms and his face was buried in her hair.

  She had never felt so satiated with a man in all her life. Boneless and relaxed, her eyes slowly opened. Nadine was encased in downy white feathers, the tips brushing the mattress on either side of them. It was beautiful. She ran a hand through his hair as his breathing slowed, and she sighed in contentment.