“Fuck,” I muttered through clenched teeth. She pulled her mouth away with a satisfied slurp, and I dared a glance down. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were hooded. So fucking gorgeous.
“You’ve never done this before?” she asked softly. Her hands kneaded my ass.
“I’ve been saving myself. For you,” I whispered. As an Incubus, I needed lust to live just like a human needed food and a Vampire needed blood. However, that didn’t mean I had to partake in sexual activities myself. The pheromones that permeated the air in most brothels were substantial enough. Hell, I would sometimes sit in front of my brothers’ rooms and get fed.
And of course, after I met Z, I would touch myself. A lot. But before that? I hadn’t ever felt the need.
“So you haven’t...done anything?”
“Not with a female,” I replied, my body still thrumming from her touch. The hands on my ass paused.
“But with a male?” she asked. She didn’t sound disgusted, only curious and a little turned on. Still, my face flamed in embarrassment when I realized how my words could be construed.
Chuckling nervously, I said, “No, not with a male either. Well, technically a male, since I do touch myself a lot.”
Shit, Killian! Stop!
“I meant...um...” My face was an inferno. God damn my mouth.
She chuckled, her hands once more resuming their ministrations on my ass. I practically mewled like a cat in heat.
“Don’t worry.” She leaned up once more, teeth finding my earlobe. She bit down once before suckling the skin. Nibbling on it. This time, I couldn’t contain my groan. “I touch myself too.”
My cock was painfully hard, throbbing almost, inside my pants. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the damn thing was dead smack in the center. I pictured Z lying in bed, her hand between her slick folds.
I was going to come in my pants.
Her fingers fisted in my hair, and she eagerly brought my lips down to hers. I swallowed the appreciative moan she made in the back of her throat, prodding her lips with my tongue and demanding entrance. Everything felt instinctual to me, as if I had done it a thousand times before. There was no hesitation as my tongue tangled with hers in a choreographed dance. She still tasted sweet, despite being paralyzed for hours. Delicious.
She salaciously grabbed my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging. Her eyes remained fixed on me. Gauging my reaction, perhaps?
When I nodded once, encouraging her to continue, she reached for my boxer briefs and tugged them down. I froze, briefly, but any self-consciousness I might’ve felt disappeared when she ran her eyes over me.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” she whispered.
“Thank you.”
Was that a thing people said? It felt appropriate. After all, she was complimenting my cock.
And I had a rather great one, if I was being honest. Not that I had a lot to compare it to. Nobody would let me look at theirs and see-
My thought cut off when her hand pulled at my balls. I whimpered, the feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was ten times better than when I had touched myself there.
“Wait,” I breathed, and her hand immediately released me. For the first time since I knew her, Z’s face turned a delicate shade of red, and she hid her face.
“I’m so sorry, Kill. I just got carried away.”
I cut off her ramblings with a searing, claiming kiss.
“Don’t ever apologize,” I whispered harshly. I gently grabbed her hand and brought it back to my aching cock. “I want you to touch me.”
I kissed her again, hoping she was able to feel all that I felt for her through the clash of our lips.
“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” I stuttered, and if I expected judgement or anger, I was sorely mistaken. I shouldn’t have expected anything else, though. This was Z. She understood me better than anyone. “And it’s not because I’m not ready - because I am. I’m so fucking ready, you have no idea.”
I leaned down to breathe her in before planting a kiss to her shoulder, directly where her dress was sliding down.
“I want you, Z. I want to love you and fuck you and do so many other things to you. But I don’t want our first time to be like this.” My face heated. “I had it planned. I would make it romantic and shit with rose petals and candles and chocolates. I just...I want it to be perfect. I want-“
She cut me off with a quick kiss. Her eyes were glittering with a suppressed emotion, and my heart hammered at what I suspected I had just seen.
“It’s okay, Killian. You don’t have to explain yourself. We can go as far as you want.”
As far as I wanted...
“Take your dress off,” I whispered darkly. Huskily. I barely recognized my own voice.
Eyes heated, Z made quick work of sliding the dress over her shoulders and shimmying out of it. My tongue turned to cotton in my throat when I took in - devoured - her scantily clad form.
She wore only a white, strapless bra and matching panties. Panties that were currently soaked through.
“You’re already wet for me,” I murmured in observation, and she let out a whimper. Huh. She liked when I said that.
I grabbed the tip of my cock, using the pre-cum as lubrication. Slowly, I began to rub myself from tip to balls. My cock had always fascinated me. The velvety softness of the skin contradicting the hardness underneath.
“You need to get naked, sweetheart,” I said softly. Because really, at that point, it just wasn’t fair. “Be a good girl and remove those clothes.”
Once more, a needy whimper escaped her.
Huh. Interesting.
With a blistering speed, she unsnapped her bra and kicked off her panties. I made
