30. Who is teasing who?
WHO IS TEASING WHO?
Ro
I try to hurry the rest of the way, grimacing when I imagine how uncomfortable it must be for Lor to stay in this position for so long.
She hasn’t complained, though, so she must be doing okay.
Those two—the shifter and the vampire—seemed like loads of fun.
I wish I had gotten one of their numbers… I wonder what game they were playing?
My mind returns to the firm ass next to my face, and I trace my fingers up and down Lor’s calf, carefully stepping over roots and around low-hanging branches.
Soon enough, I break through the undergrowth, and cross the small meadow.
Long shadows stretch as the sky darkens, and the evening birds call back and forth beyond us in the trees.
The river burbles faintly in the distance, while fireflies blink over the swaying grasses.
I sling Lor down from my shoulder, then settle her on her back in the middle of the blanket.
She’s pouting, I can tell. I grin and bite my lip, fiddling with my lip ring as my eyes devour her.
She’s so fucking pretty, with her bared stomach and long legs, breasts heaving and hair sparkling across the blanket, a silvery halo in the setting sun.
I’m going to show her how good life can be, convince her every single day that she deserves good things.
Prove to her that she’s strong, and resilient, and worthy.
Someday, she’ll believe those things about herself, just like I do. I mean, she has to put up with a demon day in and day out, so how could she not be incredible?
“Ro?” Lor’s voice startles me back to the present moment.
“I’m here,” I say.
I kick my boots off, then tug hers off, too.
My demon side preens, pleased beyond measure that I’ve successfully kidnapped my soulmate—who trusts and plays with me—and will be claiming her under the stars.
I slip my hands up her legs, over the tight fabric of her pants to the waistband.
Lor sucks in a breath as my fingers skim her navel, raising goosebumps in their wake.
I lean in to press light kisses to her bare stomach as I unbutton her pants, then strip them down her legs.
She took her riding jacket off earlier and left it with her bike, so she’s laid before me in a black lace crop top and black string bikini panties.
Her skin glows in the evening light, a stark contrast to the dark clothing.
“So pretty,” I murmur, gliding my hand along Lor’s collarbone. “All mine.”
She tries to steady her breathing, but I know her senses are heightened from the bag covering her eyes.
I follow the path of my fingers with my tongue and teeth, nipping and licking as I pull down one strap of her top and expose her breast to the cooling air.
Her nipple tightens, and I suck it into my mouth, bathing it in heat as I’m rewarded with Lor’s hiss of pleasure.
Her hands tangle in my hair and I close my eyes, reveling in her touch, her presence, her willingness to give me this. I flick my lip ring against her nipple, and her fingers clench, pulling my hair and stinging my scalp. I grin into her breast as I tug the other strap down, restricting her arms.
Lor grumbles under her breath, but it’s just for show. She’s so cute.
I drag my teeth around the curve of her breast, then lick along the side before circling her nipple. She arches into me, begging without words, and I have no reason not to give her what we both want. I suck that nipple too, rolling my tongue around it before tightening my teeth and tugging.
Her whimpers and moans are better than the most decadent food. I kind of want to record them, set it as my ringtone, play it in the background while I cook or read or…
Lor’s hips jut up into mine as she tugs on my hair, pulling me—again—back to earth with her.
I debate what to do with her top, then decide to figure it out later when she presses her hot pussy into my groin.
I slip my fingers under the silky fabric and yank it down her legs, then I quickly shed my own clothes and pile them up on the blanket next to us.
Lor bends her knees and opens her legs, baring herself to me.
I groan, and dive down. She knows I can’t resist feasting on her, and I don’t even try.
I hook my arms under her thighs, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I palm her ass and squeeze, spreading her open and lifting her up to my face.
I flatten my tongue and lick from asshole to clit in one long swipe.
Her head shoots off the blanket as she chokes on an inhale, then she slams it back down with a drawn out groan.
I smile against her slick folds, then work my way back down while she gasps for breath.
I circle my tongue around her puckered hole, licking and sucking as she writhes in my hold.
I slip one hand up to toy with her clit as I eat her out, happily driving her wild while she can’t even see anything.
I could be anyone. I’m not; I’m hers, and she knows it, but still. The thought is there, and I’m sure it’s entered her mind, too.
Lor’s back hole clenches and relaxes as I tease it with my tongue, then press the tip inside.
“Ro,” she gasps, pressing further into me.
I suck and lick, not letting up as my fingers circle her clit. She’s pulsing beneath me, her breath hard and choppy, loud inhales that break the music of nature around us. She’s close, and I want her to come before I fuck her.
I shove my tongue in her asshole and pinch her clit, rolling it between my fingers. She comes with a shuddering gasp, her entire body clenching as her pussy throbs, wetness leaking from it to meet my circling tongue. I lick it up and gentle my touch until she collapses, panting beneath me.
Then I drop a kiss on her clit, grab her hips, and twist, flipping her onto her stomach.
She goes easily, my satiated star-chaser, but I’m not nearly done with her yet.
I pull her hips up, but she keeps her shoulders and head down on the blanket.
I guess she’s more worn out than I thought, but no matter.
I don’t mind working hard for our pleasure.
I settle behind her on my knees, nudging hers wider as I roll on a condom, then slide the head of my cock up and down her pussy.
“Ro,” she says, an underlying note has me focusing in on her. I tear my eyes from her perfect ass to see her fingers fumbling with the bag covering her head.
I drop my dick and lean forward, batting her hands out of the way so I can rip the Velcro apart.
I sneak a hand under her cheek to lift her head as I tug the bag off, and her dazed eyes flutter open to meet mine.
I stroke my fingers through her silky hair, inspecting her face and neck to be sure the cloth didn’t chafe or irritate her skin.
A crooked smile spreads across her face as I look her over.
Not finding anything to be concerned about, I crush my lips to hers. Lor’s tongue battles mine, and I grin into the kiss. She hasn’t lost her spark yet, my Starfire, and hopefully she never will. Gently, I set her head back down, and pull away to kneel behind her again.
She sighs, then wiggles her goddamn ass like I’m taking too long.
I swing my palm back and smack it, a crack ringing through the air at the sharp contact. Lor jolts with a surprised squeak.
“Act like a brat, get treated like a brat,” I say, then spank the other cheek for good measure.
Red handprints bloom on her pale skin, and I lean down to do what I wanted to earlier. I bite right on top of one red mark, hard enough to leave tiny dents in her skin when I pull back.
“Mmm.” A pleased sound rumbles up from my chest at seeing my mark on her ass.
Then she snorts a laugh, ruining my satisfying moment of possession. I narrow my eyes, certain she can feel my disapproving glare when she smirks into the blanket. She’s not even looking at me.
I slam my cock into her pussy, effectively wiping both the smile off her face and all coherent thoughts out of my head. She’s hot and tight, slick and perfect.
Made for me.
Lor
“Fuuuuuck, Lor,” Ro grinds the words out between his teeth as his hips pull back. A slow drag, forcing me to feel every inch of him as my pussy tries to suck his cock back in.
“Shit, you feel good.” His hands clench on my hips, holding me in place. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to.
He thrusts back in, overwhelming hardness filling me until I can’t breathe. Then he starts up a relentless rhythm, in and out, over and over, punching into the perfect spot deep inside that not even his fingers can reach.
I try, but there’s no holding in my moans of pleasure. He may not have been born a sex demon, but I wouldn’t think he was lying if he told me he was one. The man knows exactly what to do to drive me wild.
Ro lets go of my hips with one hand, skimming it up my back and then clenching it in my hair.
He yanks my head back, baring my neck to him.
He folds his body over mine, hips circling and rocking with his cock buried deep inside.
His presence is overwhelming, pushing every other thought out of my head until I’m consumed with him.
Then his lips meet my neck right above my pulse point and he sucks hard, leaving a hickey and marking me as his. It feels so good, his possessive streak, his hard cock filling me up, his lips and hands all over my body.
“Are you going to come for me, Starfire? Clamp down on my cock with that perfect pussy and claim me as yours? Let me feel it, show me how good you feel with my cock filling you up.”
My pleasure builds, a relentless heat firing along every nerve and pooling in my core. Each word from his mouth, every rock and stroke he makes, fuels it until I’m ready to explode.
“Yes, there Ro, don’t stop.” I chant his name, a hazy impression of demands leaving my lips as the world disappears around me, and every sense is focused on the blinding pleasure he’s stoking. “More, more, I’m—”
It crashes over me, a pulsing wave of euphoria that rips a drawn-out moan from my lips as the most spectacular feeling overwhelms me.
Ro’s cock hardens and thickens as he roars his own release, pumping deep inside me.
It sends me spinning even higher. Wave after wave, the orgasm flows through my body, my nerves sizzling and muscles clenching until it releases me, and I fall back into reality.
My body melts into the blanket, languid with satisfaction.
Ro strokes a hand across my face, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.
“You good, Starfire?”
“I’m good, Ro,” I murmur, fluttering my eyes open.
He’s hovering over me, glowing golden eyes staring into mine with the most reverent expression of devotion I’ve ever seen. He’s so open with his feelings, so vulnerable and soft. I try to meet him there, forcing myself to leave my walls down so he can see me too.
He smiles, a tender thing, then leans down to press an equally gentle kiss to my forehead. Ro pulls out and takes care of himself, then flops down next to me and pulls me into his side, rearranging my body until we’re situated how he wants.
I’m on my side, one leg thrown over his hip and my head pillowed on his shoulder with his arm around my back, holding me to him. He wiggles a little, getting comfortable, then lets out a long, slow sigh.
I quirk an amused smile as I glance up at him. His eyes are on the sky above, but his lips hold the traces of his perpetual joy.
Sensing my gaze, he glances down at me, then tightens his hold.
“I love you, Lor,” he says.
I stare at him. He knows those words are dangerous. He knows I’ve never known how to love, or how to accept love. But he’s also insisted that I’m learning. I cling to that hope, his belief that I can do this. That we can do this, together.
My throat is dry, but I lick my lips, refusing to look away from his knowing gaze.
“I love you too, Ro.”
He grins, satisfaction sparking in his eyes as he squeezes me, then jerks his chin up. My eyes follow his gaze to the sky where the stars are out in full force.
My heart yearns for them, but it yearns for Ro now, too.
His hand is warm on my waist, his body steady and solid under mine. I ground myself to him, then find that hum in my veins. The song of the stars that resonates through my blood into my very soul.
It sounds different than it used to. Less demanding, less sorrowful, more welcoming.
I sigh as I sink into it, allowing the stars to pull me into their embrace as the twinkling lights fill my vision, knowing I have Ro here with me—a rock tethering me to earth.
It’s a new feeling, this version of star-chasing.
I don’t think anyone in my family has felt this way before, but I’m doing my best to record it in case there are other star-chasers out there who are lost, like I was.
I’m learning that my mom and grandmother weren’t right, maybe not even about that one thing that I was convinced was truth.
Maybe not all star-chasers go mad. Maybe it is possible to trust, to find happiness and hope.
To enjoy our life here on earth, only distantly connected to the stars.
To love.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of pleasure—the all-encompassing, soul-deep kind—let alone a life with this man. Maybe it’s recompense for generations of trauma, or maybe it’s just coincidence.
Whatever it is, I’ll be forever grateful that my demon followed his instincts to stalk me.
THE END