13. “Just this once”
“JUST THIS ONCE”
Ro
I topple backwards with a soft oomph, angling our bodies as I fall back on the small sofa so Lor’s body covers mine. I’m leaning against the low armrest, partially reclined with my legs bent and feet on the floor, and the most heavenly weight straddling my thighs.
Her lips are soft but demanding when they meet mine, somehow more perfect than I dreamed they’d be. My hands clench on her waist, pulling her into me as I hum with satisfaction into her mouth. Lor’s tongue licks my lips and I part them for her, only for her to pull back slightly.
Before I can react, her tongue swipes out again, this time licking the side of my mouth, right over my lip ring.
My lips quirk into a smug smile, but it quickly falls when she doesn’t stop.
Her lips close over my bottom one, and her teeth tug while her tongue plays with my ring.
Is this what she’s thinking about every time I notice her staring at it?
She sucks on my lower lip, slowly pulling away until she lets it go with a pop.
I lunge after her, taking her lips with mine this time and demanding access to her mouth in return as heat flares through me.
Her tongue battles mine, teeth nipping as our mouths fight for dominance, and I flip our positions, turning her onto her back under me.
I yank her hips into mine and her legs circle me, holding me to her or her to me—I can’t be sure, but I’m not about to complain.
This is as close to nirvana as I’ve ever been.
I snake a hand into her hair, then use my grip to tip her chin up, forcing her mouth to relinquish mine.
She cuts off what I’m sure was about to be a whimpered protest, but I ignore it, turning my attention to tracing her jaw with my tongue.
I lick and kiss down her neck, sucking over her pulse point and demanding it leaves a mark for everyone to see.
“Ro,” Lor says, breathless and shuddering.
My name has never sounded so good and the last thing I want to do is stop, but I sense the question in her tone. I lick up her throat and nip her earlobe, sending another cascade of shivers down her body before I pull back.
I hate the inches between us, and my demon wants nothing more than to take. That’s not who I want to be though, so I force the urge down, quelling it with the uncertain, skittish look on Lor’s face.
I’ve never known her to be unsure of anything, and it’s enough to sound alarm bells in my head.
“Lor?” I whisper, backing off to give her space. “What is it? Did I go too far?”
Her hands follow my body as I pull away, giving me a moment of hope, but then she seems to notice the subconscious action and hugs her arms around her middle instead. I bite my lip to keep my protest inside. I want her wrapped around me again, but if that’s not what she wants, I need to respect it.
“Please,” I say, trying to keep the desperation from my voice. “Talk to me?”
“I…” Lor shakes her head, biting her lip as she turns her face away.
I practice the deep breathing my therapist taught me. Four in, four hold, six out, four hold.
Lor sucks in a breath and turns back to me. Her eyes search mine, flicking back and forth, then she runs her gaze down to where my hands are curled into the hem of my own shirt, doing everything I can not to reach for her.
“We don’t have to go any further,” I say. “We don’t even have to do that ever again, if you don’t want to.”
Her body stiffens and my heart falls, but then she shakes her head.
“No,” she says, her voice stronger than it was before. She straightens her back, sitting up and settling herself sideways on the cushion to face me. “No, that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want?”
I refuse to let the tiny flame of hope gain purchase until she tells me what the actual fuck is going on in that gorgeous, confusing head of hers.
“I want you,” she breathes, and I swear my heart stops.
I blink at her, letting the words sink into my skin.
“But?” I say.
Lor gulps, swallowing hard but not looking away this time.
“But… it can’t be anything,” she says with a small shake of her head.
I tilt my chin as my brows furrow in confusion, prompting her to explain. Lor waves a hand between us.
“This. Us,” she says. “We can’t be anything to each other. If we do this, it’s just a hookup. Nothing more.”
I hate it, but if that’s what she needs to hear, I’ll let it slide—for now.
“Ah,” I say, then force my signature cocky grin into place. “So, what I’m hearing is… We should do it just this once to get it out of our systems?”
Lor’s shoulders slump with relief.
“Yes,” she replies. “Exactly that.”
“Sure, Lor.” I click my tongue against my teeth. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. Just as long as you don’t expect me to stop showing up and bringing you ice cream and going on rides together,” I say with a wink, ensuring she knows she won’t be rid of me that easily.
Lor scoffs. “I think you mean invading my space, stealing the wrong kind of ice cream, and stalking me.”
I grin. Oh, how good it feels to be seen.
Lor rolls her eyes, twisting her mouth to hold in a laugh I’m dying to hear.
Then our gazes connect again and I let the smile slip from my face as I take her in. Tangled silver hair and shirt askew with kiss-swollen lips and a hickey on her neck. She’s divine perfection, and I have one shot with her. To convince her we’re more than “just this once.”
My demon perks up, ready to win over our goddess, and I let my demonic urges to the forefront, allowing them to peek out more than usual. Lor’s eyes widen at the look on my face as I lean over her, invading her space again.
I run my nose up her neck, closing my eyes and inhaling her clean, lightly floral scent deep into my lungs, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her collarbone. Then I stand, ignore her surprised shriek when I scoop her into my arms, and march to her bedroom.
Lor wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her, and her mouth latches onto my neck.
She tortures me with her tongue, the most delicious curl of heat building in my abdomen from her teasing.
I grunt when she nips my jaw, then feel the satisfied smirk of her lips against my neck. She wants to play?
Excellent.
I toss her onto the bed, admiring her boobs bouncing in her tight crop top, then I quickly follow. I snag her thin shorts with one finger and call to my power, singing a line straight down and tearing the remnants from her skin. Lor’s shriek is one of outrage this time.
“What the fuck did you just do?” she yells, her eyes burning with indignation and no small amount of desire.
I cackle. She’s perfect.
Lor’s lip lifts in a snarl and she narrows her eyes, but I’m faster.
I cover her body with mine and steal her lips in another kiss.
The rigid set of her muscles softens beneath me, though she spears a hand into my hair and fists it.
I welcome the sting, and I don’t hide it as an appreciative moan rumbles up my throat.
“Heathen,” Lor says, her lips whispering against mine.
“Demon,” I correct, pulling back to take in the gorgeous, disheveled state of her beneath me.
Her lips are parted, and red marks line her throat and collarbone. Her hair is a riot of silver across the sheets, and her breasts heave with every breath she sucks in. I trail the back of my knuckles along the curve of her jaw and she shivers, a hint of insecurity stealing into her gaze.
I can’t have that. Insecurity has no place here inside my stunning creature.
“You’re more beautiful than I have words for,” I say.
Lor scoffs and turns her head away, but I catch the faint pink creeping into her cheeks.
I trace my fingers down her neck, across her chest to the neckline of her shirt.
I start to heat my finger again as I pull at it, ready to burn her tiny top off like I did her shorts, when she swats my hand away.
“Nuh-uh,” she says, a scowl thinning her pretty lips. “No ripping. I like this top.”
Great, now my demon wants to steal it for himself.
I move both hands to the hem and slip it over her head, then shove the urge to pocket it into the recesses of my mind. Her breasts spill free; she wasn’t wearing a bra, and now she’s clad in only tiny black panties.
My dick strains against the seam of my pants, begging to set free, but I hold back. If she’s being truthful about only once, I’m going to make the most of it. This will be the best sex of her life.
Lor reaches for my pants, but I back up.
I slide her up the bed as I lower myself down her body, dropping kisses and sucking a mark into the side of one breast before rolling my tongue around her nipple.
Lor’s hands tangle in my hair again as she gasps, arching into my mouth.
I grin against her, plumping her other breast in my palm as I tease.
I want to taste every inch of this woman for as long as she’ll let me.
I turn my head and snag the inside of her wrist with my lips, sucking and licking that too as I make my way down to her navel.
“Fuck,” Lor hisses, her muscles tensing beneath me.
I drag my nose along the crease where her thigh meets her lower stomach, then slip her panties down her legs.
Her skin is the softest I’ve ever felt, and I never want to stop touching her.
Her hands fist in the sheets, one next to her head and the other by her hip, like she wants to reach for me again but won’t let herself.
We’ll just have to see about that.
I lick and nip at her inner thigh, first one, then the other, ghosting my breath over her pussy in between.
She’s wet already, and her hips quiver as I get closer to where she wants me.
I sling her legs over my shoulders, then return to sucking a bruising mark into the crease of her thigh, and it’s at that point that she loses it.
“Godsdamnit, Ro.” Lor growls the words, her voice husky with desire.
I flick my eyes up to hers, then slowly raise my head just enough that she can see me bite my lip ring, then lick my lips. Her eyes lock onto my mouth and I drop my gaze back to the prize in front of me.
I let out a slow breath, knowing she can feel it, and her hips buck up toward me.
That must have been the last straw, because next thing I know, both of her hands are fisted in my hair again and she’s pulling me down into her.
Lor raises her hips to meet my face halfway as she buries me in her pussy, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I groan at the first true taste of her, and my eyes roll back, the salty musk assaulting my tongue as I dive in.
I spread her open with my fingers, spear her with my tongue, then lap up every inch of her I can reach.
Lor cants her hips and pulls me in tighter, a crack of desperation breaking from her throat.
I suck on her folds, fuck her with my tongue, then close my mouth around her clit.
Lor’s breath hitches and her hands spasm in my hair. I hold in my grin as I back off, lessening the intensity—much to her dismay.
“What the fuck,” Lor pants between each word.
She wrenches her hand in my hair, attempting to move me faster, harder, back where she wants, and I grin as I leisurely lick a stripe from her opening to her clit, then circle it with what I know is not enough pressure to get her off.
“Asshole,” Lor says, her head thumping back onto the pillow as she gives in.
“Demon,” I correct again, and she huffs what might be a laugh. I hope so; I think I’m funny, and I’d love it if she thought so too. Maybe not while I’m pleasuring her, though. I frown at the thought and refocus on my goal: To drive Lor wild with want.
I continue to circle and lick, suck and kiss, nip and explore and eat my goddamn heart out. Lor responds beautifully once she lets go. Her shudders and whimpers drive me on as desire and satisfaction blaze through me. I bring her closer and closer to the edge, but I refuse to push her over yet.
Realizing I haven’t explored inside her enough, I swipe two fingers through her wetness and then slowly press them into her. Lor tips her chin up and sucks in a deep breath as I rub against her front walls. She’s so swollen, hard and straining on the inside, ready to explode.
I rub back and forth, lightly at first, then slowly increasing the pressure. Lor’s chest heaves and one of her hands leaves my head to clench on her breast.
My movements falter, my eyes pinned to that hand as my jaw goes slack for a moment. Her fingers pinching her nipple between them as she crushes the soft mound with her palm makes my dick weep in my pants. My hips grind against the bed, seeking relief, and I suck in a breath as need swamps me.
I swallow hard, then yank my attention back to her pussy. My fingers curl and work in a steady rhythm, building her up one final time. Her inner muscles clench and release, her hips attempt to buck into me, but I hold her steady.
When I latch onto her clit, sucking and running the flat of my tongue over the sensitive nerves, she stops breathing. Her entire body tenses, arching on the bed as a low, whimpered gasp escapes her lips.
She convulses around my fingers, wave after wave of muscles tensing and releasing as her clit throbs against my tongue. I groan as I hold back my own pleasure, stilling my hips where they were bucking against the bed.
And then Lor’s body shakes and she crashes back to the mattress. I slowly lighten the pressure of my fingers and mouth, allowing her to finally take the lead and ride out the rest of her orgasm, using me as she sees fit.
She’s a goddess, a being not of this world. Her skin is nearly luminescent, lined with a thin sheen of sweat as her muscles tremble with aftershocks. I lick up the sides of her pussy, kissing her outer lips and tasting her pleasure.
Lor shudders again, then pushes against my forehead, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to be done tasting her.
“Ro, no,” Lor says in protest. Her voice crackles, broken and hoarse. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I pull back and pout, sticking out my lower lip.
“One more?” I ask, widening my eyes and giving her my best impression of hopeful pleading.
“No, no more!” Lor says, swatting at my forehead with a delirious laugh, and my heart stalls.
She’s laughing.
Screw the sexy voice, this is the best thing I’ve ever heard.