by Lila Dubois
“Lena,” he moaned, as she pulled back his foreskin to lick the head of his cock.
“Don’t forget to tell me what you like,” she whispered, before sliding her lips around him. His hips popped off the chair, fingers digging into the arms, elbows still trapped by his shirt, and though she was the one on her knees, Lena felt powerful.
Usually she sucked a guy as a bargaining tool. If she gave him oral sex she could expect the same in return, and that was one of the only reliable ways she had an orgasm. But, as she worked his thickness between her teeth, lapping at his cock, which was salty with pre-cum, Lena wasn’t thinking about power plays or bargaining. All she thought about were his legs against her breasts, his chest beneath her questing fingers and his cock in her mouth.
“Lena, Lena,” he moaned, voice deepening to a hoarse rumble. With his cock still in her mouth, she looked up, meeting his eyes. As she’d expected, the sight of his cock in her mouth drove Luke higher. She could feel his reaction in the twitching in his cock, but he surprised her when he said, “I can’t contain myself too much longer, is this what you want?”
Lena slipped him out of her mouth, sliding one hand around him and fisted him up and down, keeping him near the edge. “No, I don’t want you to come like this, I want you inside me, hard and hot.”
He jerked in her fist, and for a moment his eyes flashed in the dark, like those of a cat. A great riiiiip rent the silence, and then Luke grabbed her, his torn shirt dangling from his forearms. He drove her down into the carpet, pushing her down with his body, letting her feel every pound of muscle and bone.
He shoved her legs open, his cock brushing over her panty-covered sex. The tip of his cock pushed at her, forcing the fabric into the drenching wetness between the lips of her sex.
He bumped her clit and Lena almost came. “God, Luke, please. No wait, condom.” Cursing herself for almost forgetting protection, Lena used her hands to maneuver him away from her pussy.
“What?” He growled. Fear shot through Lena, dumping adrenaline into her system. There was something almost unworldly about the bass rumble of his voice. She could feel it low in her belly. Luke leaned in, and Lena, without knowing why, whimpered and turned her face away.
Luke, his incredible cheekbones highlighted by the pale light that filtered through the windows, stopped. He held still above her and Lena’s moment of fear passed. She turned her face to his—his expression was one of puzzlement.
“Condom?”
Lena stretched for a drawer in the side table, pulling it completely out. Under the folder of Variety clippings she kept to reference while watching TV, Lena found a handful of condoms, left from a brief dating stint with a guy who only liked fucking on the floor.
She held up one of the black foil packets. “Condom. Sorry, but we’re not doing this bareback.” She held it out to Luke, who stared at her hand, making no move to take it.
Lena’s arousal was deflating rapidly, so she ripped it open and pushed Luke onto his back with a hand on his shoulder. He had toed off his shoes at some point, so Lena used the opportunity to strip him of his boxers.
Luke watched her from under hooded lids as Lena straddled his thighs and slipped the condom on. His refusal to do it himself, and the pause in foreplay, had dimmed her ardor. Handling his hot cock, rolling the slippery latex over him, watching his back arch and fists clench, brought her arousal back, full force.
Lena stroked his balls, using a firm touch so it wouldn’t tickle. “I thought you were supposed to be undressing me?” The words were a challenge, a tease, and he took the bait. In the next breath Lena was once more on her back, with Luke looming over her, his fingers slipping down into the front of her panties. Lena planted her heels and arched her hips, pushing herself onto his hand. His finger grazed her clit, her world exploded. The orgasm rocked her, had her hips helplessly rubbing against his hand, the continued stimulation keeping her suspended at the pinnacle of the orgasm.
“Naughty girl.” Luke pulled his hand from her panties and pushed her hips down. Lena sucked in a deep breath, and looked at her lover. He was smiling, in a smug, predatory way. “You just found fulfillment, didn’t you?”
“You couldn’t tell?” she asked, raising a brow.
Luke leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue firmly between her teeth, fucking her mouth. When he pulled away her lips felt swollen, abused.
“I could tell. Can you reach peak again?” Lena smiled slightly at his odd word choice, loving how exotic it made him seem. In the dark, with the moonlight highlighting his face, creating shadows under his brows and cheekbones, his low accented voice oozing around her, Lena felt as exotic as he seemed, like a lush flower in a tropical jungle.
“Yes,” she whispered her reply, stroking his chest.
He smiled in the dark, and slid his hand back into her panties, “Good.”
It was almost too soon, her body too sensitive, but his fingertips played over her clit, and soon she was gasping and moaning beneath him—her nails raking lines over his chest and arms. He kissed her, tasting her moans as she twisted beneath him, his fingers stroking and swirling her engorged clit.
He circled around her clit, the broad tip of his finger avoiding the sensitive peak, so that tightness built low in her belly, when this reached its zenith, when Lena felt like a wind up toy wound as tight as she could go, he changed the movement, touching her clit with a single long, hard stroke.
She bit his lip when she came, not meaning to, but unable to stop herself, as her body went rigid with pleasure. Luke growled menacingly, and Lena whimpered, mind swirling in a spiral of pleasure and fear and want. She was afraid of how deeply this orgasm affected her, though the minute it started to fade, she craved it again, like a junkie looking for her next fix.
“Luke, Luke, Luke.” His name was a mantra on her lips, a sweet invocation. He slid down her body, pausing at her breasts to suck and bite each nipple. He settled between her legs, his muscle-roped shoulders forcing them wide. He licked her soaked panties, pushing them between the lips of her sex.
“Watch me,” he growled, and Lena looked down the length of her torso to see him bite the fabric over her clit, which was clearly visible as a small bump. His jaw closed, teeth coming together, sliding over her, now pinching her clit before he came away from her with a thin fold of panty between his teeth.
It was too much for Lena, who was almost brought to a third shattering orgasm by the sight of her dark panties between his strong white teeth.
“Now, now, now. Please. I need you in me, now.”
He moved back, pulling the fabric from between the folds of her body. When it wouldn’t stretch any further, Luke took the crotch of her panties between his hands, and ripped them. Wearing the tattered remains of her underwear like a belt, Lena grabbed at Luke’s shoulders, impressed by his control, his thoroughness but wanting him in her now, now, now!
“Damn it, Luke, now!”
He came down on top of her, pushing her arms up over her head so he could brace himself on his elbows.
“Bend your legs, spread them wider.”
Lena obeyed, spreading herself until her body was wide and vulnerable under his.
“Look at me, look at me.”
Lena looked up into his eyes, and for the second time they seemed to flash in the dark. She ran her hands up and down his arms, feeling the dips and hollows of the muscles that corded beneath the skin on his arms and back. She felt the weight of his gaze with the same reality that she felt the weight of his lower body pressing down on her.
His hips flexed, cock sliding against her slick flesh. He bent to kiss her, his hips going still, and when he broke the kiss, he slammed into her. She was wet and ready, his cock digging deep into her welcoming body. Lena could barely breathe for the perfect pleasure of it, the deep beauty of being so truly connected to another being.
He pulled out and thrust again, filling her. The thrusts were deliberate and slow, testing, but on the third he started a rhythm.
Lena wrapped her legs up and over his ass so she could feel the muscles flex.
She rose to meet him as he surged into her, filling her completely each time before retreating. They fucked until sweat slicked both their bodies, until Lena wondered how she’d lived without knowing what it was to have him fill her.
He sped up, breaking their shared gaze to bury his face in her neck, licking the salty skin there. He was close, and so was she.
Her belly was tight, constricted as if held by a band, and when he thrust a final time, throwing his head back, that band split, her body catapulted into the orgasm. Luke cried out as his long drawn-out orgasm claimed him, the sound dim and far away as Lena withered in the throes of her own physical bliss.
When the pleasure finally started to fade, Luke slipped out of her and rolled on his side, one hand splayed over her belly, head resting on his other arm. Lena blinked and the ceiling came back into focus. She could feel her heartbeat in her sex and the ghostly impression of his cock deep within her.
With what little energy she could muster, Lena turned her head to look at Luke. His face was serious, eyes hidden by shadows, deep brackets of concern around his mouth.
“Did you enjoy that?”
Lena blinked in confusion, how could he even ask?
She looked him over, from his awesome shoulders, chiseled chest and belly, to his softening cock still imprisoned within the condom. All she could think was—mine.
“Lena? Did you enjoy it?”
Returning her gaze to his face, she let a grin spread across her mouth, and when he answered her with a tentative smile, she pounced on him.
Chapter Four
Luke rolled onto his back as Lena pounced on him. She straddled his waist, hands on his shoulders, and grinned down at him. Luke returned her smile. Relief that she’d enjoyed their lovemaking combined with pleasure at seeing her smile. He would have brought her to several more peaks before taking her, most succubae demanded at least six, but her insistence on having him stalled that plan. He’d buried himself in her, her body tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever known. Luke had wanted nothing more than to touch her like that forever.
The immediate and strong longing for her as something more than a warm body below him, surrounding him, was frightening. Luke had never known that kind of attachment, and he wondered if it was a symptom of his humanity.
Lena ran her hands from his shoulders, over his chest, to toy with his nipples, and Luke’s disturbing ruminations melted under the heat of her touch. He cupped her hips, loving the way she looked on top of him. Normally he demanded the dominant position when having sex, but he might make an exception if it meant he could watch her pretty breasts sway, nipples tinted silver by the pale light.
“That was possibly the best sex I’ve ever had.” Lena’s voice hummed with residual pleasure, low and smooth like something rich in his mouth.
“It was for me too,” which was saying something, as he’d had sex with some of Hell’s best sexual carnivores.
Lena leaned down and kissed him, her breasts pressed between them. Luke slid his hands over her back, holding her in the kiss. She tasted like honey and noon sunlight. Her tongue pushed its way between his teeth, flicking over his. Luke gently bit her, holding her tongue in place, before letting her go and taking control of the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
She stirred against him, body moving restlessly, hips rolling and jerking across his lower belly. Luke recognized those signals. Now that he knew she was basically the same as other females, if sweeter and more arousing, he wouldn’t hesitate during sex. He moved his hands to her hips again and prepared to slide her down into place, when he realized his cock was soft. What was wrong with it? He wanted her, craved her and couldn’t understand why that desire wasn’t hardening his cock.
His distraction must have communicated itself to Lena. She broke the kiss and peered down at him, asking, “Is there something wrong?”
“My cock.”
She raised one brow. “You’re cock is quite nice, I enjoyed it, so why is it a problem?”
“It’s soft.”
“Of course it is, we just finished having sex. You can’t get hard again right away.”
“I can’t? How long does it take to get hard again?”
“Uh, half an hour I think.” Lena pushed herself up, looking down at him with her thin, delicate brows drawn towards her nose. “Luke, were you a virgin?”
In a way, he was, as she was his first human woman, and this was the first time he’d had sex in this human body, but still he answered, “No.”
“Okay, I didn’t think so, you’re too good.”
Luke smiled at the compliment and fondled her hips and belly, marveling at the softness of her skin.
“Have you never had…marathon sex before?” she asked.
“Marathon sex?”
“Sex a bunch of times in a row.”
He’d once gone for several days straight in an orgy with three succubae, but he’d been in his other body, which didn’t have enforced cock downtime. Since her tone indicated that this was a logical explanation for his behavior, Luke nodded.
“Okay then,” Lena dismounted and curled herself to sit on the floor beside him. She propped her elbow on one knee and sighed.
“What are you doing?” Luke asked her.
“Well, I thought I’d give you a few minutes, and then if you want we could go to sleep.”
“You no longer want to have sex?”
“Well you…” Lena motioned vaguely at his naked body. Luke finally understood that she thought he did not want to participate if his cock was not hard.
“I must wait a, uh, half hour, but all that means is that I cannot put myself inside you. There are many, many other things we can do.”
Lena straightened and peered at him. Whatever she saw in his face made her happy, and a smile, a gorgeous smile, spread across her lips.
“Luke, do you realize how completely remarkable you are?”
He took a moment to worry about what he was doing that was so un-human, or extra-human, that she thought he was extraordinary, but let the concern fade away. Sitting up, Luke nudged Lena until her back rested against the front of the couch. Now that he knew he had half an hour before he could fuck her again, Luke intended to make the best use of his time. He pulled her legs out straight on the floor in front of her, and straddled her thighs, doing his best to keep his weight off her, not sure how much her delicate bones could handle.
Lena leaned forward licked the skin over his collarbone. “I want you, Luke.”
“And I’m yours, but until I’m ready to have you again, I’m going to,” Luke slid his hand into her hair and fisted it, tipping her head back until she looked up at him, “play with you.”
Lena’s widening eyes were the last things he saw before he leaned down and kissed her. With her head bent back for his ease, her body trapped between his hips and the couch, she had no choice but to accept the passion he poured into the kiss. He kept their mouths together until she undulated against him, ready for more.
Once he broke the kiss, Luke took Lena’s wrists and pinned them to the cushions of the couch.
“Your hands may not move.” Still dazed from the kiss she nodded, rolling her wrists so she could grip the edges of the cushion.
Luke started at her shoulders, stroking her with hands and lips. He paid special attention to the delicate collarbones he’d admired that morning. When her chest had known sufficient attention, Luke moved to her breasts, which he’d sorely neglected the first time.
He lifted them, testing the weight in his palms. She arched her back, moaning when his roving thumb grazed her areola. Luke pinched the base of each nipple, constricting the flesh. Her nipples were flushed dark pink and hard, startling when compared to the translucent white over the rest of her breasts, where pale blue veins meandered.
She watched him, lips parted, nearly panting with anticipation. With the weight of her gaze on him, Luke l
owered his head towards her nipple. She started whimpering in pleasure before he even touched her. He kissed her nipple first, a soft closed mouth kiss.
“Luke, please, touch me.”
He smiled against her, then parted his lips and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He licked and bit her, pinched and nibbled. Her cries of pleasure drove him to work her nipple more and more, until her legs twisted and twitched between his, forcing him to tighten his thighs on either side of her.
Luke released the first nipple, and turned to the as-yet unloved one. He teased the peak with the tip of his tongue before sucking her deep into his mouth. As he sucked one nipple, he toyed with the other, rolling it against his flat palm. He released her breast and blew on the wet nipple. It was so tight and pink that it just begged for his teeth to close gently around it.
Though he knew his human teeth did not have the razor sharp edges of teeth in his other form, Luke bit carefully, then flicked the captured tip with his tongue. Lena’s nails scratched down his back, not enough to hurt, but enough to get his attention.
Luke released her nipple and sat up, cupping her breasts once more, one in each hand, but this time gripping each nipple between forefinger and thumb.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?” he asked her, aware of how low his voice had gotten.
Lena blinked up at him, her sky-blue eyes glazed with passion. He gave each nipple a punishing pinch and her fingers contracted on his shoulders, reacting like a cat digging in its claws, before she let him go and returned her hands to the couch cushions beside her head.
Luke took her arms and bent them up, her elbows pointed towards the ceiling. The position lifted her rosy-tipped breasts even further.
“Keep them there,” he ordered, sliding his knees back so he could lean low and delicately sample each nipple. He continued teasing her breasts with lips and teeth, then slipped his hand between her thighs, rubbing his index finger up and down the seam of her sex.