Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Sarah
“ S o, we’re going to the fights again tonight?” I asked, trying not to whine about our only source of entertainment.
“Unless you’d like to stay in,” Rex said, which sounded just as monotonous.
I sighed heavily, staring out his bedroom window, my heart aching for my companions. “I just…I miss Deacon and Jac. All the time at the fights is time we should spend looking for our remnants so we can go our separate ways.”
“Have you always been so driven?”
I frowned at the criticism in his tone. “What are you talking about?”
“You…you tend to want to work all the time, it seems. Even when you’ve been through more trauma than most people experience in a lifetime, you still keep your eye on your target. It’s admirable, Sarah, but it will also burn you out.”
I thought about what Rex said. “It’s funny you should say that. I’ve never been particularly driven. Not at all. When I lived on Earth, I had a wealthy fiancé who made sure I spent my time either working out or shopping or…well, that was most of what I did for a couple of years. Before that, I worked at a coffeeshop with my sister, Jenny...”
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to go down that train of thought, because missing my sisters would only drown me in melancholy. “So, being driven is kind of new for me. But I like it. I feel like I have a purpose.”
He smiled in my mind. “Do you always fall into extremes when you try something new?”
“Occasionally, I think.”
“I am the same way,” he said. “When I learned how to rock climb during one of my adventures on Earth, I did it every few days for months. I couldn’t get enough of how it felt to complete what looked like an insurmountable task.”
“It’s like a hard accomplishment, right?” I asked, pacing the length of his bedroom as we conversed in my mind. “I don’t climb rocks, but I got a strong sense of accomplishment when I finally dumped my fiancé.”
“I saw the memory. Felt how you felt in that moment. It was glorious.”
“I’ve never really stood up for myself like that before.” It had been one of the most impowering and defining moments of my life.
“Then you should be proud of yourself for it,” Rex praised me. “He looked positively beside himself."
I giggled at the memory of utter shock on his face. “Yeah, he did.”
“Honestly, it was rather sexy to see you like that,” Rex murmured, a bit of a purr in his voice. “A head full of steam and a heart full of lust. You are an extraordinary woman, Sarah.”
His compliment warmed me. “Thank you, Rex.”
“Just telling truths.” He quieted down for a moment. “A shame about our situation.”
I stopped pacing and glanced at my reflection in the dresser mirror, marveling at how normal I appeared on the outside, while carrying the ghost of a man inside of me. “How do you mean?”
He sighed. “In another life…one where I wasn’t such a bastard and you weren’t so devoted to your union, I could see us enjoying a naked afternoon or two together. Maybe more.” He gave me the sensation of someone tenderly stroking my cheek.
My body heated from the inside and I immediately jerked away from that intimate caress. “You know that can never happen.”
He exhaled a long, slow breath and I felt his lust for me swelling inside myself. “I know what I am, and I know what you think of me. It can never happen between us, but that does not mean that I will ever stop wanting you.”
My heart fluttered from his provocative words. I was shocked he was being so open about his desire for me. Usually, he only flirted, but this was something else and it made me uneasy.
“Rex, this can’t—"
“As I said, I know,” he said, cutting me off. “But I am a man with needs, Sarah. Since you refuse me, I must seek gratification elsewhere. Would you be amenable to a temporary separation, so that I take care of those needs? Otherwise, I shall find it difficult, if not impossible, to focus on hunting for my remnant. I don’t usually go this long without—"
“Fine,” I said, not wanting to hear about his sex drive. “No problem.”
I was happy to separate after all of his seductive come-ons. The time apart would hopefully do us both good. I removed him from me, stepping away from his bed.
“Take all the time you need,” I told him.
“Why don’t you wait in the bedroom next door?” he suggested. “The bed is almost as comfortable as my own, perhaps a nap to rejuvenate you. This will take a while, as I—"
I held my hand up. “I don’t need the details. Come get me when you’re done.”
I bolted out of his bedroom, nearly knocking into the small table by the door. I closed the door behind myself, and leaned against the nearby wall to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what it was about our interaction that had left me in such a state. Was it his amped flirtations? Feeling his lust ? Feeling his desire for me? Or is it that I haven’t gotten laid in days, so we are both in need of some kind of release?
As I stood there, trying to sort out what were his emotions and what were mine, three women ghosts came giggling down the hallway. They barely even looked at me on their way to Rex’s door. One knocked on the door and a gruff, “Come in,” met them. They went into his room and within seconds, their giggles became something more.
I slipped into the bedroom next door to avoid hearing their fun. It was not as lavish as Rex’s bedroom, but nice all the same. A four-poster bed of dark carved wood. A few mirrors, each nicer than the last. Tapestries that depicted a number of sex acts… wait, what the hell?
A line-up of bottles sat on the nightstand, and I would have sworn at least four of them were lubricants. There were restraints attached to the bed. A rack on the wall displayed all sorts of kinky accoutrement, from whips to feather dusters.
Out of the frying pan and straight into the fire?
I rolled my eyes at myself and laid on the bed. When I got comfortable, I heard my neighbors. I sat up and could no longer hear them. When I laid back down against the pillows, I could hear everything, down to the wet sounds between their bodies.
What the hell?
The sound was more amplified right where I lay. Frowning, I pulled the pillows away from the headboard and found a small sliding door in the wood. Cracking it open, I realized it was a peephole into Rex’s bedroom. I gasped in surprise, but then remembered who I was dealing with. Quietly, I slid it shut and rolled my eyes. I put the pillows back to try and muffle their erotic, arousing sounds, but it was no use. If I wanted to sleep, then I would have to listen to his four-way sexcapade.
“Come here,” Rex growled at one of them. Or maybe all three, I didn’t know. Blissful sighs followed, then another giggle.
How am I supposed to sleep when I keep getting turned on?
“Gods, yes!” a loud one whimpered.
My core clenched in envy and I growled in distress and rolled over, where I discovered the nightstand had side shelves. Side shelves full of dildos.
What the fuck?
But as I took a closer look, some were quite pretty, actually. Glass or some kind of stone I didn’t know. Beautifully carved to look like cocks or some swoopy design. One even had thick veins on it. When I picked it up, the veiny dildo was heavy and perfectly smooth. It was pale blue and it warmed when I touched it.
“Fuck me!” a breathy girl keened. Then she groaned deeply, all those sounds making me pulse with need.
Fuck it. I’m not sleeping otherwise.
Stripping down, I made myself comfortable and decided to give this a try. I had noticed a bottle of lubricant that looked like the kind Deacon and Jac had used in Tolkabern’s cave, and I wondered if it would tingle like Jac had moaned. It smelled minty, so I applied some to the veiny dildo. It was slick with the right consistency, and I hoped it wouldn’t burn.
I laid back, touching myself all over. The tingles started in a flash. First my nipples hardened from the lube, then my skin seemed to shimmer. I gasped from the sweet, arousing sensation. I rubbed my fingers over my pussy and was lit up. I was already so wet I did not need the lube whatsoever. Gently, I touched my clit, not wanting to overdo it on the tingles.
When they hit, I was in immediate ecstasy.
Not coming—not yet—but my hips rode the air, searching for anything to fill me up. I grabbed the stone cock and rubbed the head along my slit. Up and down, up and down. When it pressed against my opening, I shook.
“Rex, oh my,” another female voice gasped in delight. “What are you doing, oh fuck!”
The cock eased into me. I wanted to take my time and I wanted it to thrust hard and fast. I wanted everything all at once. Pulling the tip out, I moved the pillows from the headboard and cracked the sliding door, so I could hear better. Then, I positioned the dildo onto a pillow that was wide enough to spread my legs far apart. I straddled the pillow and angled the stone cock into myself, sinking onto it inch by inch, so it was like riding either Jac or Deacon.
“Ah, fuck yes, now !” one of them shouted before her words became vulgar little grunts.
“I love watching you make her come, Rex,” another purred.
He panted and his words were clipped, “What about when I make you come?”
“I love that, too,” she preened.
Wet sounds followed, before he ordered, “Then come ride my cock.”
I closed my eyes as she gasped and sighed, filling the room with sounds of my own as I rode the dildo. Whatever stone the cock was made from, it grew hotter the longer it was in me. Or maybe it was the lube—my nipples felt warmed up, too. As my natural wetness dimmed the tingles, I applied more of it to my clit, making me cry out at the sensation. It was like ice and heat all at once, and the brush of the pillow against my clit made me jump. My body throbbed against the hard, indifferent stone.
“That’s it, girl, I can feel you getting close,” one of the other girls said.
Another cried out, “Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Rex growled, “Work your whole fist into her before she comes, I want to see you wrist deep.”
“Whatever you want,” she groaned.
The other girl got louder, “Oh gods, fuck!”
I could only imagine the fullness of it. I wanted that. I wanted to come, and I was so close—
“Almost there, don’t come yet!” Rex ordered, making my entire body jolt in response.
“Please, Rex, please let me, I—"
“Not until her fist is in you, girl!” he snarled.
My body tensed, dying to come, but I restrained myself. I wanted to wait for that poor tortured girl—it didn’t feel right to come without her.
She whimpered, and the other girl taunted her, “You’re so tight, Percy. I don’t know if I can get my fist in you, love. Maybe you’ll never get to come.”
The girl hissed, “Please, I can’t take anymore!”
“Oh yes, you can,” Rex promised, “Hold still while I—"
She squeaked at whatever he did, followed by a loud, “ Fuck !”
“There we are,” the other one said proudly.
Rex demanded, “ Now !”
I shattered from his word, coming hard and tipping forward to bite the other pillows and deaden my shouts. The other girl screamed her orgasm even louder than me. My body was covered in the scent of mint and sweat, and every time the air cooled me down, another orgasm came from the tingles.
My nipples felt like they had their own little orgasms, too. I ground against the stone, working myself into another climax, while the other girl shouted shaky curses. I groaned into the pillows, forcing myself not to be loud, but it was so hard to keep it down. Another orgasm wrecked me as I tried to pull the stone out, and I rolled onto my back, gasping for breath. When I finally removed the dildo, my whole body trembled violently.
Rex growled as he came and gasped as hard as I did. A minute later, he said, “Thank you, ladies. You may go.”
They tittered to each other before his door opened and closed. I cleaned up in the adjoining bathroom and dressed, then walked straight into his room without knocking, ignoring the fact that he was still naked. He looked up at me with curiosity and a little smirk on his lips, but said nothing.
I laid on the bed next to him, then rolled onto him, possessing his ghost into me again. I luxuriated in his post-orgasm bliss. I needed that warm pleasure feeling one can only get by having actual sex. It filled me and loosened my muscles until I fell asleep, dreaming of Deacon and Jac.