Sixteen
Arien
I miss having Elias in my bed after he leaves. It’s been four days. His smell still lingers on my sheets, making me want to spend more time in bed than anywhere else on my days off. As I lay here, staring up at the ceiling, I’m slowly drifting off to where he is without much effort. It’s like his body automatically calls to mine, feeding me his deepest emotions so they can bring me more quickly to where he is.
I don’t mind. This experience is so new to me and one worth holding onto. Much like him. Turning into his body, I rest my head on his chest, humming softly. A note on the pillow by his head catches my attention and I smile when I read the short message.
Hi, baby.
Next time you’re here, do what you can to keep yourself here for longer by making us both feel good. Whatever you can.
My gaze drifts to his cock and I use my mouth to bring it fully to life. His moans fill the room and something sparks inside his eyes. As I’m licking and sucking at his tip, I close my eyes to focus fully on his taste and how he’s feeling. There’s an intensity running through him, beautiful waves of ecstasy and contentment. A little greed and impatience stands out too.
I take him deep, loving how full he is in my mouth, before breaking away. His breaths are exasperated, and his muscles are twitching in his thighs. Hoddlegopper , he’s beautiful. So radiant and glowing.
I press a kiss to the tip of his stiff cock and slide up his thighs, lifting my skirt as I slip my slicked tail inside myself. His eyes remain on me, and I put on a show for him, turning around with my ass in the air as I rock my cock against his. Shuddering, I press my hands to his thighs, rubbing against him harder while fucking myself deeper.
Once well prepped and leaking, I back up enough to impale myself on his thick shaft. I bounce up and down slowly at first before lifting all the way up to crash my body to his. Craning my neck, I watch his eyes watching me, and when a surge of electricity shoots through me, I can hear his thoughts. They’re so fucking dirty. Dirty and meant for me.
“Fuck, you look so needy and desperate for me, baby. I like seeing how easily you offer yourself to me. How hungrily that slutty hole swallows me down.”
Increasing the movements of my hips, I ride him faster and harder. His animalistic sounds drive me closer, and he thinks about how tight I am. How he needs to fill me up and make me his. He thinks about how perfect I am and how he wishes he could move. How he wishes he could clean me up after making a mess in me.
And holy calimugus, my body is spiraling. There are stars, thunder, lightning, and sun all above me. There is him and me. I’m dying and being brought to life. I’m sinking down into the warm fire of hell while also shooting up into the heavenly clouds. I’m everywhere and everyone at once.
With only a few rolls of my hips, I’m coming so hard I temporarily black out. My heart is pounding, explosions of light shooting behind my lids.
“Oh. That . . . oh, I really like doing that with you but this . . . this was . . . I don’t know. There are no words to describe it.”
Pushing on his legs, I climb off his lap and use my mouth to bring him to where I am. I suck, lick, lap my tongue, and choke until he’s close to eruption. Replacing my mouth with my hand, I slide up his body and as his cock jolts between my fingers. I spread my cheeks above him, and his cum shoots up inside me. It’s not as much as I’d like, but it’s enough for him to clean out of me later when I swing by after work . . . and he does.
I walk into the coffee shop, and he drags me upstairs, shoving me down on the kitchen table and devouring every drop. He licks deep inside me like I’m his favorite candy, his tongue causing me to quiver all over, and when I come this time, he’s there with me. He’s there to hold me and kiss me through my high. His arms wrap tightly around me, not letting go until I have to walk back downstairs.
“I don’t want to go,” I say in a hushed tone, and he drags me into his lap while sitting back on the chair.
“I know, baby, but lucky for us you don’t have to be here for me to see you . . . and don’t forget, when you come, you can do whatever you need to in order to keep you here longer.”
I fix my clothes in the bathroom, and he walks me downstairs, kissing me at the door because I’m worried the driver will report what’s going on between us to my boss. I don’t need to give him a reason to end the trial early. Not when I’ve made so much progress. Not when I’ve found someone who instead of wishing I’d stay out of his head while sleeping, invites me to invade it more.
“I’ll see you while I’m on the plane, I’m sure. I get really nervous when I fly.” His words vibrate against my lips. “I’ll have a book with me, and you can read from where I left off.”
“You’re leaving tonight?”
“Yeah. It’s less busy and quieter. My sister is picking me up later. She’s too excited about me coming home to be annoyed I’m disrupting her sleep.”
I let out a short chuckle, sighing when Sal pulls up outside. “There’s my ride.”
“See you later, baby. I can text when I get off work instead of on the app.”
“I like the app,” I gripe. “Makes things more exciting.”
Laughter erupts from him, and I really have opened up a floodgate. One I hope never closes again. Not when what’s rushing out is more refreshing than water.
“Okay, we’ll keep talking on the app. However, changing it up with the phone now and then isn’t a bad idea.”
“Fine. We can start off on the app, and you can send me sexy pictures before moving to the phone.”
“Sexy photos before calling, huh? I think I like the direction this is headed.” He waggles his brows and I huff out a laugh, glaring at the door when there’s a loud honk.
“I better go before Sal leaves without me.”
“Bye, mi sueno hecho realidad .”
“Bye.” I leave him with one more kiss before walking out into the sticky humidity. I don’t have to look at Sal’s face to know he’s annoyed with me.
“Sorry,” I say, looking at my hands pressing into my knees.
“Mmm,” is all he says, turning onto the road and playing music to drown out the loud silence between us.
My phone vibrates, and I laugh when I read my new message.
Kyvian : So much for staying professional, you little minx. I saw that kiss. Right in front of my poor books too.
Me : I don’t know what you mean.
Kyvian : Right. Did you forget I’m an incubus? That lust that was rolling off the two of you was like a tasty little snack.
Me : Whatever.
Kyvian: So, if he got to see you today, does that mean I get to see you the next time you swing by?
Me : This isn’t joint custody, Ky.
Kyvian: Yeah, ’cause if it was, you’d both be hearing from my lawyer.
A sound crawls up my throat and Sal shoots daggers at me in the mirror. And I thought Elias was grumpy. This man doesn’t only take the cake, he takes the whole damn bakery.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive on base, and I rush through the portal after signing in, pulling out my phone to check for a new message. Nothing new comes in from Elias until I’m relaxing in my bed, counting the new stones I picked up between the portal and base. They really go perfectly with my collection—some sparkle more than others I have as I scrub them clean. It’s a new hobby I picked up recently after seeing how different everything is on the other side.
I collected leaves and flowers outside the hospital, setting them up beside different types from outside the base’s gates. Next time I venture out to collect sand for Sandy, I’ll see if I can make some time for a quick trip to a lake with a beach area so I can compare the tiny grains. I’ve done it with jars of water too. Mud. Dirt. Tree bark.
My room has become some type of museum of natural elements and tiny living organisms. Elias won’t find it so empty next time he’s here. My stomach shrivels in on itself. If there is a next time. There’s always a time limit on these things. Me sneaking into his thoughts without him realizing will have him pushing me away like the others soon enough. I want to be wrong. I really, really want to be wrong.
Drying my hands, I set down the toothbrush I have no other use for and read my message.
I Am Sleeping : Hi, baby. This is me messaging you here first, and here’s my sexy picture.
I giggle, heat spreading between my legs as I bring the screen closer to get a better look at the tip of his cock peeking out from beneath his towel. My mouth waters, and as I’m about to type, another message comes in. His phone number.
I Am Sleeping: Here’s another message in case you don’t feel our convo on here was long enough.
I Am Sleeping: And another.
I Am Sleeping: One more in case you aren’t a fan of odd numbers.
My body shakes from laughing too hard and I dial his number with unsteady hands, nerves tingling at the back of my neck when he answers on the first ring.
“Took you long enough,” he muses.
I scoff. “I was only delayed because of you blowing up my inbox on Monster Match.”
“Sure, sure. How’d you like the picture I sent? Do I get one back?”
I grin, flutters filling the pit of my stomach. “Maybe. Or we can wait until you laugh at all the funny jokes I plan to tell you tonight, and then you can see me in person.”
“Jokes, huh? You do know they actually have to be funny to be called that, right?” he smarts.
“Excuse me, sir. I am hilarious. Just ask my reflection in the mirror. He’s always laughing.”
A snort comes from the other end of the line. “How was your ride home, baby?”
“It was okay. Sal was as pleasant as usual.”
That gains me another short laugh. “You can always try telling him one of your hilarious jokes.”
“We aren’t quite there in our friendship yet,” I point out, moving my rocks to a box on the floor. I should really get some more furniture. Shelves would be nice.
“I see. So, are you saying he has to come as far as I have to get them? If that’s the case, I’d rather he not have the chance.”
“Is that jealousy I hear?” I can’t even convince myself I’m hearing things with the way he reacts to the mention of someone else getting everything he gets from me. He doesn’t have to worry about that.
“I don’t know. What do your demon senses say?”
Chuckles spill from me and I throw myself back in bed. “That I really didn’t need to ask that question to get the answer. But I’d rather hear you say it.”
“Fine, maybe a little. The guy already gets to spend a whole forty minutes more a day with you than I do. We can do a lot of food tasting during that time.”
“We could.”
“It’s really silly, I know—to be jealous over nothing. But you make me feel too much in every sense, and I don’t always see it coming.”
“Good. I like surprising you.”
“Mission accomplished then. So, what are you doing? Eating candy? Watching the sky turn from light to dark? Lying in that big bed of yours all alone?”
“The last one, aside from talking to you of course.”
“You wearing some cute pajamas or short little shorts?” His breaths tremble. He’s imagining every scenario.
“No. I’m not wearing anything. I don’t really like wearing clothes when I don’t have to, and I prefer being comfortable in my own home.”
He hums. “Now I’m jealous of your sheets.”
“I was jealous of that towel earlier, so I guess we’re even.”
A sound crawls up his throat. “What were you doing before I called? You sounded a little distracted.”
“You’ll think I’m silly if I tell you.”
“Try me,” he says, amusement laced in his voice.
“Washing rocks?” His voice raises.
“Yeah, rocks. I collect them, and other random things from the ground and trees. I like to compare both worlds and see a little bit of both mixed around me.”
“That doesn’t sound silly at all. I used to paint clay and wooden fish. I made lures as a hobby and as gifts for others.”
“Used to?” I lift myself up on my elbows.
“Yeah . . .” He trails off, and he doesn’t have to say any more for me to know a sore spot was hit. Knowing it would sting a little to bring up, he still gave me a little of his old self anyway.
“Do you still have some of them?”
“I do. Most. A mixture of mine and Adam’s.”
My heart squeezes. “Can I see them sometime?”
“Yes, but I’d like to be fully alert when you do, and not because I don’t want you touching them without me or anything, but because it gives you another reason to come over during work hours.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to give yourself away like that,” I mock.
“You would have gotten it from my mind if I didn’t.”
“Your words are keeping me here too much for me to wander around in there.”
“Ah.” I hear him shuffle around. “So the key is to keep talking.”
“Depends on what you say.” I lay my head back down on the pillow, moving my fingers in circles around my belly button.
“What if I ask you for that picture again? I bet sending it will get you here sooner.”
A smile cracks my face. “Let’s find out.”
Lowering the sheet, I snap a picture of my tail wrapped around my swollen head while my fingers slide down the top of my length.
“Mmm. Send me another.” His breaths turn into pants.
Spreading my legs, I lower the phone and lift my cock with my tail to capture my taint and balls. The only response I get from him is more heavy breathing. I send a short video next of me playing with my nipples while fucking into the tight fold of my tail.
“Fuck. My pretty little demon.” He cries out, sounds shaking as he curses under his breath, and I begin to transport over.
Elijah is sitting still against his headboard with his cock deflated and hands resting on his thighs. I clean him up with a washcloth and sit beside him, holding his hand. “Ready for those bad jokes now?”
Hit with silence, I continue. “What is the best way to get rid of a demon?”
More silence.
“Exorcise a lot!” I shoot him a grin and he just watches me.
I tell him a few more, and some must be hitting his funny bone because I stay here for a while, relaxing beside him, and I let sleep take me when my eyes get too heavy.