by LS Anders
Slipping from the stool, she made her way to the back of the shop wearing Vex’s eyes like a winter coat.
She was not going to look his way. She was going to wash her hands and return to her seat at the front and not glance over at him as she passed by. Just as soon as the thought coalesced, her eyes swung over and slammed into his. It was like being electrocuted. Those bright irises of his eating her alive. On loose knees, she made it to the restroom before she combusted into flames.
Washing and drying her hands, she swung open the door only to run face first into a colossal chest. She literally bounced off him, he was so solid.
“Excuse me.” She tried going around him, but just short of crawling between his feet, she was stuck until he chose to let her pass.
Crossing his arms over his chest, she swallowed hard as his muscles bunched beneath his clothing with his movements. The flood of desire sweeping in like high tide ready to carry her away from her sanity.
The male looked like he had something to say but wasn’t in any hurry to part with what was on his mind. He was an immovable force that was going nowhere fast. His mountain of a body as stubborn as the brain controlling it.
The bell over the door chimed at the arrival of a customer and not a moment too soon. Vex turned to look and she latched onto the distraction to push past him and head back to the front.
An apology was coming but not until she shored up some more courage to beg him for forgiveness…and maybe ask if he wanted to join her out for a drink.
Right now, she needed some distance and with every brain cell she had focusing on what his fingers had felt like stretching her intimate flesh, she was in danger of climbing all over him. What they had done in the Realm of Dreams would only be more pronounced in real life, and she couldn’t imagine how amazing it would feel to be under the palms of his eager hands.
Her skin shrank as a horrible thought took shape. Vex was one of the owners. What if last night’s little escapade got her fired. He might be attracted to her. Lust only went so far, and he had turned her down in the dream.
That apology needed to happen now. Just as soon as she waited on this guy looking at the merchandise in the case, she was going to pull Vex off to the side and swear never to disturb his dreams again no matter how much she wanted inside his pants.
Painfully aware of Vex moving around in his space behind her, she knew he was staring a hole in the back of her head. It was a wonder her hair hadn't caught fire.
Ringing up the human’s tattoo goo as Sevin chatted him up. A recent client of his, their conversation took a back seat to the words she was mentally arranging into the sincerest apology she could think up.
Finished with the customer, now was her chance before Vex's first appointment arrived. Pretending her spine was made of concrete and not Jello, she approached him on legs that shook. Gone was the heat of desire and in its place, the icy dread of rejection.
“So, uh...you got a second to talk in private?”
Vex’s entire body froze when the fairy asked to speak to him. She was beginning to squirm under his intense scrutiny, but damn him if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He’d even followed her to the restroom. And, for what reason, he hadn’t a clue.
Nodding once, he followed her into the storage room. Once inside, she shut the door for privacy and turned to face him. The room seemed to shrink around him as they stood toe-to-toe.
As he peered down at the neat part that halved the gleaming length of her hair, he felt cheated he hadn’t run his fingers through the silky locks during the dream. But, then again, he’d been a little preoccupied with the tight slit between her creamy thighs.
A blast of heat he’d been holding at bay hit her like a freight train, blowing back her perfectly straight hair away from her face. Swaying back from the blistering onslaught, she leaned against the closed door looking up at him through her thick lashes.
She was going to tell him to back the fuck off. It was better for him if she did. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep his new found libido in check, and his internal impulses were all over the place. He was a ticking time bomb around her. It was a wonder he hadn’t burned down the fucking shop yesterday, but it seemed like he was a little more in control since he’d rubbed one out…until now.
“It’s really tight in here.” He shot out another wave of heat.
Alea’s smile was naughty as she raked her eyes from his black combat boots to the shaggy whiskers on his chin. “I’ll bet you have to say that to all the girls.”
“There are no other girls.” His words harsh and barely above a whisper as every molecule of air vanished from the tiny room.
“Well, lucky me.” Alea teased him with the tip of her tongue as she swiped it over the fullness of her bottom lip.
The zipper on his jeans embedded itself into his most tender flesh as he instantly hardened. The room was engulfed in his red light and no doubt the shit was spilling out from under the bottom of the closed door.
Kissing her was not optional.
Whipping the shirt off over his head, Alea’s eyes dropped to his chest and peeled wide at his muscles, her hand already lifting to cop a feel. Rolling the shirt up lengthwise, he fell into a crouch, pushing the garment into the crack to block out all the light he was producing. From this vantage point, he was in line with her breast. Only seeing them in his dream, he wondered how accurate his subconscious imagination had been.
There was only way to find out.
Studying her expression, he settled onto his knees and reached for the hem of her soft sweater as her hands found his shoulders. Her lips were parted, and her skin held a rosy flush as he pushed the bottom up to her chin revealing the lacy cups that cradled her firm, high breast.
With a hard swallow, he cupped one and then the other in his large hands. She was perfection as she sighed to his touch, pushing herself out towards him. Running his thumbs over the stiff peaks poking out at him, he wanted those hardened buds in his mouth. Wanted to know the taste of her tits, her lips, and definitely the taste of her tight slit that smelled so sweet.
Pushing aside the cups, he groaned, revealing the twins of what he had imagined. The tips were swollen and pebble hard as he swiped his tongue across her flesh.
She sucked in a hiss.
Peering up at her, he found an expression of desire so hot he didn’t have a choice but to continue. He had no clue what he was doing, so he kept up with the lapping. She seemed to be enjoying that.
Taking clues from her little moans, he ringed her nipple with his tongue before pulling the stiff peak into his mouth to suckle. Her hands grabbed onto the back of his head to keep him in place as she bowed her back to get more contact shredding every inhibition he had into tiny, insignificant pieces. All that mattered at this moment was exploring her delectable little body.
Caressing one breast while he suckled the other, Alea’s hand came up to join his, kneading and massaging. Overwhelmed with the experience, he opened his mouth wide and pulled the entirety of her small, plump breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he sucked her.
Alea responded by dragging his hand down between her thighs encouraging him to stroke her there. She was achingly hot, and the skin tight leggings left little barrier between his flesh and hers, but still a barrier that needed to be removed.
Releasing her breast with a pop, she glistened from his intimate kiss. Wanting the other one to match, he gave her left breast the same treatment earning him another moan.
She was writhing against him now, pushing her heat into his hand as she rode his palm nestled between her legs. Her dampness bleeding through the fabric of her clothing. Wanting a feel of that silky fluid, he hooked his fingers inside her waistband and yanked the barrier out of his way. With her sweater bunched up around her throat, and her leggings pushed down to her knees, she was a scrumptious morsel waiting for his consumption.
Dipping one finger then two into her glistening heat, he was shocked how ac
curate his dream had been at the feel of her.
Clinging to his shoulders, her little fingernails dug into his flesh as she rocked herself against his fingers. She seemed to be getting annoyed with the constrictions her clothing was causing, so she kicked off a shoe, and pushed one side of her leggings down, lifting her leg as she went and exposing more of her beautiful center to him. Before she could drop her foot, he slipped her knee over his shoulder.
Oh, fuck yes. He had a ringside seat of her feminine folds now. Letting his fingers continue to pump in and out of her, he was fascinated by how wet she was becoming, how she coated his fingers with her arousal.
Needing a taste of her, he parted his lips and covered her with his mouth.
Alea’s hand shot out to grab ahold of the shelf next to her. Gripping the back of his head with the other, she ground herself against him.
Lapping at her sweetness, he wanted his tongue buried where his fingers had been. Thrusting in deep, he groaned from her sultry sweetness. Thrusting and retreating, he soon learned a rhythm she seemed to favor.
His cock was pulsating hard, so he rocked his hips in time with hers wanting his sex to be the thing that filled her.
She was so close to orgasm, he could tell as she lost her smooth rhythm, but he wasn’t about to pull away now. He wanted her to come undone all over his face. Have her wetness coating his beard.
When Vex’s beard brushed the insides of her thighs and the heat of his tongue sunk in deep, it was so much better than anything Alea could have imagined.
Her orgasm was barreling down on her fast. She wanted his cock in her desperately, but having sex in the storage room of a shop she had just began working in, with one of the owners, wasn’t the smartest idea she’d ever had. But, as the length of his tongue plunged inside her again, all she cared about was the room shattering around her as she soared higher than she ever had before.
After this was over, she needed to get a look at that tongue of his. He was touching her way too deep to be anything less than extraordinary.
Pushing the thought aside as she floated back into her body, she heard his low growl, felt the vibrations rising up from his throat tickle her over sensitized skin. Her orgasm seemed to have spurred him on.
Gripping the thigh draped over his shoulder, Vex swooped her other leg up, lifting her as he easily stood. Her back now against the wall above the door, her head grazed the ceiling. One of his huge hands placed under each of her thighs, he spread her legs wider apart.
Suspended in the air, literally in the palms of his hands, the position of vulnerability sent a new surge of wetness to her center. To be at the mercy of this behemoth of a male, to trust him with her body made her tremble with desire anew.
Looking down her body, she watched in erotic fascination as a tentacle like appendage snaked out of his mouth and disappeared inside her tight sheath. She was a little taken aback that that was what had just been inside of her, pleasuring her. The bizarre tongue was hot as a poker and as red as the veins beneath his skin as it penetrated her, filling her perfectly.
It was darkly vulgar to want something so strange inside of her, but she did. This was a demon, a species she knew nothing about except what had been rumored. And, she wanted more of him. All of him. Going by the tremendous bulge inside his pants, she could only imagine what he was hiding.
Unable to pull her eyes away from what he was doing to her body, she gasped as he retreated and lapped at her labia with the strange, wriggling tip. Moaning when it brushed against her clit and then pushed between her lips to delve deep, extending out forever until it pushed against her cervix. It paused to pulsate a moment as if more of it were trying to get inside, then withdrew only to repeat the same wicked dance.
Holy shit, this demon was way more than she’d bargained for.
The sight of his tongue should have scared her, but the perverse beauty of his oddity only turned her on that much more. Pushing her back against the wall, she thrust her hips forward in hopes of giving him greater access. She wanted that slithering length to penetrate her, wanted that hot probe to touch her deep until she came for him again.
He took the hint and clamped his mouth down over her. That magical tongue of his increased its rhythm in short, hard thrust as his lips consumed hers. Almost painful as it bottomed out, she panted through the onslaught.
Overcome with the incredible sensations, she rolled her hips in time with the pulse of his unnatural tongue. As much as she was moving, it was a wonder he hadn’t dropped her to the floor. But, he wasn’t any ordinary being. He was Vex. The demon with the extraordinary tongue that was mastering her with every flick, every pulse, every thrust, until her entire world revolved around the spasms building deep inside her belly.
Her second orgasm was overwhelming as it tore through her, leaving her boneless and her head wedged where the wall met the ceiling. Then Vex lowered her, setting her on legs that had turned to rubber. Strange she was off kilter as her feet touched the floor. Her brain fizzled back online, and she remembered she’d kicked off one high heel shoe.
Vex still had a firm grip on her. Wearing an expression of male satisfaction mixed with what could only be describe as awe. The hard edge of his gaze had softened, touching her in a most tender way. The enveloping look was better than any full body hug.
His reverence was transformed into a heart melting kiss. A simple meeting of their mouths that lingered only but a moment.
"Thank you," Vex said, running the tips of his fingers along the curve of her cheek.
"I think I should be the one thanking you," she breathed out a laughed.
His eyes shifted away, perusing her hair before sinking his long fingers into one side, he watched transfixed as the strands filtered through his fingers falling in tendrils that fanned her shoulder.
No longer radiating crimson from his veins, he seemed to have reached an inner peace. She marveled at the extraordinary color of his eyes. He had tiny flecks of green sprinkled throughout his irises and a wavering ring of gold that surrounded his pupils. Gorgeous, like precious gemstones.
His ribs expanded, filling them with the wonderment he was bestowing on her. She half-expected him to start spewing sonnets dedicated to her beauty which was ridiculous. She was the twin to so many others of her kind. Then again, he was eyeing her as if she were unique. What a heady feeling to be viewed as something special instead of that as one among many.
Brushing her hair from her shoulders, Vex took in her entire face and tucked her hair behind her ears. His infatuation dropped for a moment when he caught sight of the delicate points that tipped her ears.
She held her breath as his eyes toggled between the two until he grinned his approval. As close to a true smile as she ever figured she would ever receive from him.
“Weird, huh?”
“Adorable,” he answered.
Bashful was nothing she had ever experienced, and was doing a terrible job processing the new emotion as she was unable to hold onto his gaze.
Lost in the moment, the knocking startled her and for the first time since she closed herself into the room with the demon, she felt exposed. A cool draft licking at her bare flesh.
“Hey, if you kids are done making out, Vex's client is waiting.” Sevin's muffled voice burned two splotches of color onto her cheeks.
“I'll be right out,” Vex growled, the tenderness evaporating from his face.
Setting the cups of her bra back into place, she tugged her sweater down. Teetering on one foot, she slipped her bare leg back into her leggings and took her shoe that Vex held out to her.
Leaning down, he snagged his discarded shirt, gave it a brisk flip and pulled it on over his head.
A heavy sign escaped her as he covered up all that sinfully defined musculature.
Sevin’s interruption pissed Vex the fuck off, but at the same time washed him in relief. One more moment and he would have unzipped and sunk into Alea’s tight sheath, not giving a second thought to his goal of returning
to Netherworld.
It was frightening how easily his aspirations had changed course the moment she closed the door. Her scent had filled his nose, thickening his blood into a heavy boil.
Swallowing hard as she regarded him with eyes that yearned for more, her taste eased down his throat. A delicious, tangy hint in the midst of the syrupy sweetness that still coated his tongue. He’d buried the freaky thing inside of her as far as it would go.
He’d felt her eyes on him when he’d lifted her up, felt her trepidation when she got a look at it. Then she’d opened herself up to him, giving him permission to gorge himself on her intimate flesh. The acceptance of his oddity birthed a hope that she would be agreeable to having his cock inside of her which was the absolute last thing he needed to be considering.
Screwing around with Alea had sent him treading into dangerous territory. The thin ice of his resolve was already cracking beneath the soles of his boots as he wandered onto unfamiliar ground. Getting out of this tight space and clearing his head was a damn good idea right now.
“So, uh. I suppose we should get back to work.” He dodged her soulful eyes, looking everywhere but her face. “Do you need a minute to yourself?”
“Yeah, thanks. Maybe it won’t look as bad if you go out first.”
Her eyes chased his until she caught and held his gaze only to drop it a second later, shy now that they’d been busted. So much for coming in here for a private word. Which reminded him…
“What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter now.” Alea waved his question away.
“You sure?”
Nodding quickly, she busied herself with straightening her clothes.
Crossing his arms across his chest, he eyed her warily. It was impossible to read her with that impish grin. So easily lost in her presence, Sevin’s second knock was what got him moving.