by LS Anders
Deeping the kiss, she hoped to distract him while she pushed her pajama bottoms and panties down far enough so that gravity dragged them around her ankles. Freeing one leg, she rested a bent knee against his thigh on the soft mattress. Her intimate flesh, now exposed, was a painful throb that needed his attention. Focused solely on the kiss, as if he were just learning how, he didn’t seem to notice.
Exploring the hardness of his chest and shoulders, she was desperate to get a look at what he was hiding beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. Going by the feel of all those peaks and valleys, the male was ripped. She wasn’t advanced enough in dream walking to make disappear what was brought with his essence into the dream, so she was going to have to remove it the old-fashioned way, by pulling it off over his head.
The longer they kissed, the more comfortable he was becoming. Beginning an exploration of his own, she felt the tip of his tongue run along her upper lip. The touch had her flexing her hips towards him. Her movements sent his hand drifting down to touch the bare skin of her thigh.
He grunted and paused, moving his palm in small circles along her leg. The longing to have him dip his hand between her legs and touch her tender folds was nearly overwhelming.
His hand suddenly stopped. His fingers splayed wide, then ventured up and around to explore the crease where her leg joined the fullness of her bottom. Laying her hand atop of his, she coaxed it around and left it to rest high up on the inside of her thigh, moaning as his thumb brushed against her labia.
Slipping her tongue between his lips, she plunged deep. His tongue joined hers. Their slick stokes an intimate dance that fed her hunger.
Vex’s fingers began to smooth over the softness of her skin but did not venture any farther north. Her kisses turned ravenous, and his breathing became ragged. Frustrated that he was playing coy, she placed his hand where she needed him and began moving his fingers over her drenched heat.
His head jerked back, but his hand remained beneath hers. Fascination blanketed his features as he looked at what he was touching.
Not wasting the opportunity, she whipped her shirt off over her head and stood before him, bare to his view. His eyes were wide as they roamed over her belly and up to latch onto her small, high breasts. Licking his lips, she wished he would kiss her there.
His hand began to move on its own, parting her slick folds as he ran his fingers through her wetness. Gripping his shoulders, her head fell back as she enjoyed the feel of his exploration. The tip of one thick finger barely penetrated her and then pulled away just as quickly. When he did it again, he pushed inside a little farther, the tentative plundering was driving her mad.
Slapping a hand over his, she held him there, guiding the length of his appendage inside her. His lips parting as his finger disappeared.
Rolling her hips, she moaned from having a part of him inside of her, but it wasn’t enough. Pressing a second finger inside, she glided herself down on him again.
Vex was transfixed as he watched her pleasure herself. His fingers becoming covered with her wetness.
The demon was too sexy for his own good. The thickness of his fingers filling her up, the bone melting heat that radiated off his skin, the innocence captured in his eyes as she rode his hand. It was all too much.
An orgasm slammed into her, the intensity nearly dropping her to her knees. Moaning, she rode out the waves of pleasure. Forcing her eyes to open, they fell to his lap. The bulge pushing back against his zipper was tremendous.
And, she wanted it inside her now!
Pushing back on his shoulders, his upper body went down easily onto the bed. Climbing atop him, she spread her thighs wide over his hips laying her heat over his hardness.
His veins were now a brilliant red as if liquid fire were coursing through them, and she basked in the immense heat that was pulsating out of him.
Going for the fastenings on his pants, he seemed to panic, grabbing her wrists to stop her.
His voice was ragged as he pushed words past the thickness of lust. “We can’t do this.”
Confused at first, it suddenly dawned on her that he might have a girlfriend. Even in a dream, he might feel that his spiritual form was cheating. Her heart dropped.
“I didn’t know you were already involved with someone.” She felt bad for pushing him.
“No, I’m not. We…I just can’t do this.”
“Are you sure? Because, you feel like you want me as much as I want you,” she said, rolling her hips over his length.
His eyes hooded, then flared as he seemed to regain some control. “I can’t have sex with you.”
Waking from his dream somewhere in the city, he vanished in an instant. The loss of his tremendous body beneath hers was immediate, taking with it the glorious heat she so loved.
Cursing, she rolled over onto her back and stared into the nothingness of the dense fog that surrounded her.
Vex jerked awake. Abruptly sitting up, he felt Kat stir at his feet.
He caught Alea’s scent, a vague sweetness that lingered in the air around him. Flipping on the lamp next to his bed, he half-expected to find her in the room with him, but there was nothing more there than when he’d climbed into bed.
Kat cracked open her eyes. The pale green of her irises were twin slashes of brightness nestled in her black, furry face. Lifting her head, she stretched, spreading her toes out towards him before curling back into a ball.
Holy shit that had been one vivid dream…and he was in pain. Lifting the edge of the covers, he groaned at the pulsing appendage that was angrily throbbing at him for being cheated out of a release.
Well, too damn bad. He wasn’t about to cave on his promise to himself. He’d been here nearly eighty years and had managed to abstain. He could go another eighty or however long it took for him to be returned to where he belonged.
His head was still in the game, but his cock was obviously having second thoughts.
Glancing at the clock, there were several hours left of the night. Dropping back onto the pillow, he reached over a long arm clicking off the light. Closing his eyes, he was determined to ignore the ache in his boxer briefs.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Flopping over onto his belly turned out to be a bad move. As soon as his hardened flesh compressed between him and the mattress, his urge to pump into something became an all-consuming urgency. That bit of flesh had a mind of its own and against his better judgment, he’d had to take care of business on a few occasions.
Growling, he tossed back the covers and padded to the shower. He was going to need some privacy and even though his cat wouldn’t have cared what he was doing, she still had eyes and what he was about to do did not require witnesses.
Damn, he hated cold showers, but he was going to need the chill to help get rid of this ridiculous erection if he was going to have any chance of going back to sleep.
Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs, he shucked them and stepped into the cold spray. Baring his teeth against the icy needles that splashed over his skin, the cold stole his breath, but did absolutely nothing to discourage his hardened member.
Grasping his pulsating troublemaker, an image of Alea’s naked body slapped him in the face and stayed there. His erection kicked in his fist, a painful hint to get his hand moving.
His fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his girth, he began an upward stroke feeling the bumpy ridges that ran the length of his cock, all the way up to the tapered tip that ended in a blunt point.
The sultry wetness of Alea’s small slit had taken him by surprise nearly sending him over the edge of sanity. Her tightness had hugged his fingers as her silky fluid coated him.
A bead of pre-cum spilled from his tip and ran down his shaft. Using his own fluid, he started to pump in a steady rhythm. He could only imagine what Alea would have felt like wrapped around his cock, the way she was around his probing fingers.
She would feel like heaven. You could have taken her and still remained pure. It was a w
et dream, dumbass! his subconscious screamed.
Picturing the wetness that had started to flow out of her, he began to pump himself in earnest. Imagining his cock parting the lips of her sex and disappearing inside her, had him panting.
Groaning, his balls grew heavy and cinched up tight. In his mind Alea began to rock her tight little body above his, making sweet sounds as she enjoyed riding him. He envisioned her exploding around his cock instead of his fingers. Her head thrown back, a sexy moan escaping her full lips as she rhythmically squeezed and drenched his throbbing sex.
Barking out a curse, an orgasm exploded out of him. His semen hitting the wall of the shower as his pleasure seemed to go on forever.
His eyes squeezed shut, the billowing steam he was creating from the heat of his body and cold of the water rolling out of the bathroom door he’d forgotten to close, went unnoticed. Until the shrill sound of the smoke detector jerked him back to reality.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” Vex shouted from the shocking interruption.
Snatching a towel off the hook, he wrapped it around his middle. Grabbing a magazine off the bedside table as he passed, he double-timed it over to the detector near the door. Waving the periodical around until the steam cleared, he reset the device. The silence that followed was nearly as deafening as the alarm and just as embarrassing.
Returning to the bathroom, he avoided looking over at his cat still curled up on the foot of his bed. No doubt she was shooting an unspoken “what the fuck?” at him from all the middle-of-the-night chaos.
Sneering at the mess he’d left behind. He lifted the showerhead from its cradle and rinsed the load he’d painted the wall with down the drain.
His cheeks tinted pink at what he’d just done to himself. How was he going to look at Alea’s pretty face at work in a few hours without guilt giving him away? She’d probably be horrified if she knew he’d dreamt of her and then rubbed one out in her honor.
Nearly taking his skin off as he toweled dry, he slipped on a fresh pair of briefs. For good measure, he added a pair of sweatpants over the top.
That pesky appendage of his needed to stay locked away. No one needed to see the bizarreness that made him a male. Not that he’d seen a lot of human cocks, but the one’s he’d unintentionally seen looked nothing like what was sprouted between his legs.
He couldn’t imagine any female of any species would want anything that looked like that inside of her. Besides, the thing heated up as hot as a poker when he was hard. He’d most likely cause serious injury to a female’s insides if he was to ever to use it. And, don't even get him started on his freaky ass tongue. Gene Simmons had nothing on him.
Climbing back into bed, he flipped off the light and pulled the covers up to his chest.
Rolling to his side, he drug the covers up tighter around his neck, cringing away from the thought of Alea shrinking in fear from what he had to offer her. Her silky wetness drying up as she would cover her beautiful sex in horror from what she had been so ready to give him.
He was a fucking freak, and he needed to remember that whenever he was around her.
Sleep had not returned easily. Slapping the alarm clock into submission, Vex felt like he had just closed his eyes.
Rolling over onto his back, he grumbled scratching at his beard that was badly in need of trimming.
Kat jumped up on the foot of the bed, bringing with her a morning purr as she padded her way up to peer into his face.
“Why are you always so damn cheerful in the mornings, huh?” he said giving the underside of her chin a scratch.
He really did love this stupid cat and had made Sevin promise when he was called back to Netherworld, he would take her in and care for her. Sevin, of course, recoiled at the idea given the nature of what he was. But, he’d sworn to set his canine instincts aside and personally see to it she would be well taken care of.
Grouching his way to the kitchen, he flipped on the Keurig to warm up the machine. He’d given up on trying to make a decent cup of coffee a long time ago, but when Green Mountain had come out with a single serving, dumbass proof coffee maker, he was first in line to get one.
Dropping into a crouch, he gave Kat a rub before snagging her food and refilling her bowl.
Goddamn, he was dreading going into to work today and having to look into Alea’s big doe eyes. He didn’t think fairies could read minds, but he had no doubt that he would have a shit load of “guess what I did to myself to an image of you” written all over his mug. She was a smart girl. She’d figure it out all on her own.
Catching a glimpse of the digital clock over the stove shifted his ass into high gear. Brewing a quick cup, he sipped while walking back to the bathroom.
Glancing in the mirror, he needed to trim his face, but there was no time. Lucian would be here soon for their morning breakfast meet up. His stomach was an empty cave complaining with a roll and a twist and he was starving thanks to last night’s solo session in the shower.
Flipping through his closet, he couldn’t seem to decide what to wear. Never having this issue before, it frustrated him to no end to be doing it now. Pausing mid-flip of the next hanger. He blindly reached into the row of clothes and grabbed some pants and a shirt…then returned the shirt for another one, because he thought he looked better in dark gray. That was the only reason and had nothing to do with what Alea would think.
That dream had seriously addled his brain. He needed to pull his head out of his ass and get back to focusing on his ultimate goal of getting the hell out of this realm and back to…Hell, actually.
Lucian’s knock came right on time, and Vex was ready to walk out the door, get his belly full, and dutifully avert his eyes away from Alea.
Alea stepped into the shop and immediately into the path of Vex’s mesmerizing stare. He glared then quickly turned his back to her busying himself with arranging and rearranging the same objects splayed across his work table. A tale-tale sign he would be ignoring her again today.
She suspected he’d figured out she’d waltzed into his dream last night after his body had disappeared from beneath hers. The storm brewing on his rugged face solidifying her theory.
Good job, Alea, on fucking up any chances with him in real life, she chastised herself.
Dream walking was an intrusion on another’s privacy and she shouldn’t have done it, but in her own defense, she was horny as hell and the only thing on her mind was slacking the pulse between her legs. Apologizing to him needed to happen and soon.
Stowing her purse in the cabinet beneath the cash register, she shrugged out of her coat and shivered. God, she detested the cold. Summer couldn't come fast enough for her.
Her eyes continued to stray over to Vex. Now that was a chunk of male flesh that could shame summer’s heat. If she could snuggle up to him, she wouldn't even notice the winter's chill.
The bell over the door grabbed her attention before she was caught ogling the demon’s backside. Sevin came through the door carrying a shopping bag, stomping the cold from his feet. He'd left his apartment early this morning, leaving her with the key to lock up. Pulling a small box from the bag, his reason was clear for his early departure.
Her jaw fell loose at his generosity. Unpacking the radiant heater, he set it up and plugged it in behind the counter.
“Now, maybe you won't be so cold.” Sevin winked at her.
Her lips remained slack. Why couldn't she be attracted to Sevin? He was such a huge sweetheart.
“Thank you so much.” Alea pulled him into hug. “No one has ever done anything this nice for me before.”
Sevin pulled away, his face tinted a bright pink as he rocked back and forth in his sneakers.
Their heads swung towards a low growl. She half-expected to find a rabid animal standing there with teeth bared. Nope. It was just Vex making his opinion of Sevin’s kind gesture known.
Well, he could growl all he wanted and take that shitty look on his face and shove it up his ass. She could accept gifts and
hug whoever the hell she wanted. Damn possessive demon—
Wait. Why would he be acting this way about her if he wasn't interested? A smile crept across her face. Her heart leaping at the prospect.
Before readying the shop to open, she gifted Vex with a toothy grin. His brow creased into a road map, suspicions shadowing his eyes.
Flipping on the neon sign, she made sure the electronic cash register was working, and they were ready for their first client. Seated behind the counter, the tiny box heater bathed her legs in the most delicious warmth.
Jason greeted her as he walked in through the front door. His hands full with a loaded down cup carrier and a paper bag that left a sugary sweetness in its wake. He paused and set the insulated cups on the counter across from where she sat.
“I have hot chocolate, coffee, and a sack full of the best cinnamon rolls on the planet. You interested?”
“Are you kidding me?” she laughed. “You're my favorite person right now. Thanks, and I'll take hot chocolate.”
Jason’s wink was so effortless, she got the feeling he did a lot of flirting. Maybe his heartbreak was self-induced. The woman of his affections might not appreciate him acting like a player.
Leaving her with a steaming cup and a cinnamon roll as big as her head, he made the rounds passing out his bag of goodies to the rest of the guys before disappearing into the back office.
The pastry was an unexpected indulgence, sticky on her fingers as she pulled away the flakey layers from the gooey filler slathered in between. Popping the confection in her mouth, she closed her eyes savoring the pastry that was sure to become part of her ass and wondered about the only human in the shop.
A story for a romance was beginning to take shape. This being her second day, she would be paying close attention to him noting his mannerisms and quirks that made up his personality so she could capture who he was with words on a page.
More than half of the pastry remained, but she couldn’t take another bite. Sipping her hot chocolate, she tried to remove the stickiness off her fingers only to have the napkin cling to her fingers and rip. This was a job only soap and water could fix.