14. Succubus Soup for the Soul #2
“Nooo, it felt good. Don’t stop.” There was a little bit of precum on her bottom lip and her pupils were blown black, just a warm ring of fire for her irises.
When I hesitated Deyva leaned in, pressing a horn to my palm.
This time I saw it, the full body quiver that ran down her spine and made her ass clench as my fingers closed around her horn.
“Please, Father,” she whispered in a breathy tone, one tiny glimpse of a wicked smile on her lips.
Oh wow, I was gonna go to Hell for sure now. I wondered if I could talk Deyva into making the trip down with me.
Her breath hitched as I took hold of the other horn again and then she moaned as I used my grip to yank her head back into position, tilting it back to stretch her throat.
“Open your mouth, Deyva,” I said, giving into the hedonistic thrill running through me, pooling hotly in my belly.
Deyva’s grin was there, even as she opened her mouth, laying her tongue out over her bottom lip in invitation. I tilted my hips, rubbing the head of my cock over her wet tongue, squeezing on her horns and watching her shiver as I guided my cock deep into her mouth.
“Ass up. You come when I come right?” She hummed around my cock in agreement and I gritted my teeth against the feeling. “Touch yourself and get ready to come.”
Deyva shuffled up to her knees as I used her horns to force her up and down my length, her eager sounds washing away any guilt and making me go faster, rougher. She spread her knees wide and a moment later I could hear the wet sounds of her touching herself.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
I rose up onto my toes, using Deyva’s mouth, feeling the echo of her cries sending sparks up my spine.
I released one horn to gather her hair up off her neck, twisting it into my fist so I had the perfect view.
Her red lips running up and down my cock, her back trembling as she worked her fingers between her legs, the flutter of her eyelashes as we both chased our finish.
When my legs started to quake and the spike of heat at the base of my spine flashed in warning, I braced my knees against the bedframe and let Deyva take over.
If I thought I’d been rough, she was ravenous, slurping and swallowing around the head of my cock.
I let out a sharp shout of her name as Deyva whined around my cock, the sudden electric rush making me stiffen and tremble in place as the crest and crash took over.
With it came the familiar feeling of a tug on my heart, Deyva’s careful feeding leaving me like she was pulling a kiss from my lips.
Deyva lapped at my cock until I twitched and pulled away, her own hands glossy with her release as she sat up on her knees.
I crawled into the bed on trembling legs, still holding on to her horns and using them to push her down into the pillows.
I kicked her legs open, grinning at her wide-eyed gaze as I settled between her thighs.
“Make me hard again.”
“But—”
“You’re tired. I’m tired. You got what you wanted, and now it’s my turn. I wanna be buried in you, kissing everywhere I can reach, until we’re both too tired to keep moving. Come on, one more,” I said, grinning.
I slid one hand around to cup the back of her head, letting her bear my weight on top of her. I’d seen her against that demon. She could take it. I grazed my lips over hers once, and then slid my tongue between her parted lips, chasing my own flavor mixed with hers.
“Fine,” she sighed as I pulled away, a soft smile on her lips. “Just one more.”
She rested her hands on my shoulders and it came on like a deep weight and a heavy burn, my heart thumping, but holding steady as my half-hard cock grew rigid again, heading directly for the one place it wanted to be.
“If they do kick us out of here, we’re gonna take the bed with us,” Deyva moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist and rocking up into me.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this bed was a piece of shit with springs that always left knots in my back. She hadn’t had better to sleep on, and I could make sure to leave her the best spots at night.
“How do I taste now?” I asked, thinking of all things I wanted to do for the woman in my arms.
Deyva’s breath caught and she only answered with a deep kiss, winding tighter around me as I took my time enjoying every little bit of her.
My whole body was limp and loose and kinda sweaty, but Deyva was cool where she lay over one side of me, my fingers still snagged in her hair, her breath still panting softly against my neck.
My heart had calmed from the wild race to the finish and there was a little thread of guilt tickling in my thoughts as I realized that I was going to fall asleep instead of getting up and tidying us both.
But everything felt too good to interrupt the moment by pulling away from the woman in my arms. I tilted my head and rubbed my cheek against Deyva’s horn, grinning at her shiver.
“Stavros…”
“Mm?”
“What...what emotion is that?” she asked.
A nervous thump of my heart, her hand pressed over the spot so she could feel it perfectly against her palm.
I opened my mouth and then shut it quickly. Don’t play stupid , I told myself. Don’t downplay shit with her anymore .
“What’s it feel like?” I asked instead, turning my head and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Deyva’s breath hitched and she sat up, arms crossed over my chest, wide, liquid green eyes staring down at me. Her lips parted and I watched her tongue wet the bottom swell, a less illicit version of a look she’d given me earlier.
She winced at me and whispered in a fragile tone, “Please.”
For a minute, we were both silent, watching each other with equal parts caution and hope.
“It’s...it’s the feeling of falling in love,” I said, tense beneath her as she held my eyes. When she didn’t say anything, I added dumbly, “With you.”
Her lips twitched and my hand in her hair tightened. “Oh.”
“Uh...yeah.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Nope, nope, stop that,” she said, swatting my chest, her grin filling her cheeks. “I like the falling in love flavor better, keep it coming.”
Laughter burst out of me, and Deyva scrambled, climbing onto me fully, her legs tangling with mine as my free arm squeezed around her. I untangled my fingers from her damp hair and brushed the strands off her face.
“You like the flavor or—”
“Shut up, I like the… I like the knowing you’re falling in love with me,” she said. “I like not being the only one catching the feels.”
“The feels ? Aren’t you like, a lot older than me? I feel like a dirty old man when you talk like a teenager.”
“You like feeling like a dirty old man with me,” she said, arching an eyebrow.
Guilty. Guilty in the best way. The strain of happiness on my heart in this moment was an even bigger feeling than Deyva making me hard again for more sex. Speaking of…
“What’s it taste like?” I asked.
She shook her head. “There’s no equivalent. Not one I’ve tasted. Except...maybe like, really good soup?”
I gaped at her, watched the flush on her cheeks, enjoyed the toying of her fingers in the hair on my chest. “Soup?”
“It’s...you know, it’s comforting and really warm, hot even, and it’s like...knowing that someone cares about you,” she mumbled out, head ducking shyly. “I dunno, it’s been a while, okay?”
Was I having a heart attack? That’s what this felt like, except in a wonderful way.
“And what if I were a succubus?”
Deyva snorted. “Well, you’d have tits for starters.”
“What?!”
“Incubus. Succubi are female, Incubi are male.”
“Fine, whatever. What if I were like you? What would I be tasting right now?”
Deyva’s blush was so fucking cute it made me actually want to bite her cheeks, which was one of the dumbest impulses I’d had when it came to a woman probably.
“You’d be pretty soupy right now too, I guess,” Deyva said, biting her lip.
Suddenly, the comparison made a fair amount of sense because I did feel warm, hot even, and definitely like I was overflowing. I rolled Deyva under me and took that lip she was biting for myself, sucking on it as she giggled, our arms and legs binding us together into a perfect fit.