Chapter 20 #3
I know when he’s getting frustrated, so it isn’t a surprise at all when his fingers tighten in my hair and he hisses with impatience.
“Little bird…” he warns in a voice that echoes off the tiles, becoming different halfway through and mimicking someone else’s, though I don’t know whose.
His throat works as he trails off, tensing, and I wonder if he has any idea he’s doing it at all.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, turning my face to nuzzle at the side of his length before kissing his tip with a smirk on my lips. “Am I not doing it right, Cairo?”
That brings a growl from him, and his eyes snap open so he can look at me, though all I see is the glimmering green reflective surface, instead of his pupils or irises around them.
“You’re getting too bold, for a human,” Cairo warns, making my stomach flutter at the tone.
“You’ll regret it if I lose control and show you what you do to me. ”
“So you’re saying I should take pity on you?” Without waiting for an answer, I lick over his tip again, sending another full body shudder through him.
“I’m saying… Either you get your mouth on my cock, or I’ll fuck your face to show you the consequences of being such a fucking tease.
” He doesn’t look at me, with his eyes shut again and head against the wall.
So he can’t see my challenging, teasing grin.
Nor how I go back to little laps and licks, my tongue stroking, but not doing more than teasing his tip between my lips.
He tolerates it for about thirty more seconds.
Long enough for my arrogance to grow, and for me to decide that he’s bluffing about dishing out consequences whatsoever.
At least, until suddenly he apparently snaps.
I feel his body tense against me, and Cairo’s fingers tighten in my hair.
“I warned you,” he growls softly, and then he’s dragging the tip of his cock over my lips, no longer letting me set the pace.
“Did you?” I ask, knowing it’ll just spur him onward. But I can’t help wanting to see what he’ll do. To know exactly what will happen if I push my flesh-eating monster when he’s in my shower with my mouth so close to his cock.
Another growl is my answer, and he lets go of my hair to grip my jaw in his hand.
Without a word, he presses at the hinges of my jaw, forcing my lips open unless I want it to hurt like a bitch.
I do give him a bit of token resistance, which only makes him tilt his head in a way that causes my stomach to flutter.
He doesn’t press harder, he just looks at me.
But it’s enough. I open my mouth, allowing his cock to slide over my lips. While I watch his face, he feeds me his length, an inch at a time, until he’s heavy on my tongue and I have to breathe through my nose as I sit on my knees in front of him.
A soft whine leaves me when I feel his tip against the back of my throat, and I shiver, even as Cairo’s hand moves back to my hair where he scrapes affectionately at my scalp.
“That’s my good little bird,” he purrs, voice rumbling in his throat.
“You look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for so long.
Come on, pretty girl.” Leaning against the wall, he arches his hips until he can sink further into my mouth, making me thankful I don’t have much of a gag reflex considering how big he is.
His hand tightens as he pulls back, holding me in place. Holding me exactly where he wants me. There’s something hot about that. At being his toy here in the shower, where he’s being oh-so-careful not to hurt me when we both know he could rip me apart without any effort at all.
Never in my life could I have imagined being a monster’s toy like this.
Now I don’t think I could find anything more satisfying.
I can feel the strength and control in his grip as he languidly rolls his hips forward to fuck my mouth.
Cairo is so measured, even as his breath hisses through his teeth, and my thighs tense under me, heat pooling between my thighs at the weight of him on my tongue and the sheer control he has over everything.
“You like being down there.” It isn’t a question, and his words are slurred a little as they pass his fangs.
“Fuck, you love being down there for me, little bird. You can’t deny it when I can smell it.
Come on,” he goads. “Touch yourself for me. Do something useful with your hands.” His eye contact is almost overwhelming, but I can’t stop myself from doing as he says.
Even though I’d rather have his hands, his mouth, or his cock, I slide my finger along my slit, releasing a soft whimper at the smooth glide from the shower and my arousal.
I’ve never been one to find this hot. But then again…
no one can ever compare to Cairo. A soft sigh leaves me as I relax a little, teasing my clit with my fingers as he continues to thrust down my throat.
Another sound leaves me when he thrusts harder, though he murmurs comfort and filthy praise with his eyes shining, glittering in the dark.
There’s nothing human about his face from this angle, with the glitter of his teeth and the shine of his inhuman eyes.
But that’s absolutely part of the appeal.
His claws continue to scrape against my scalp, not hurting me, but I still know it’s a possibility.
I can’t do anything but be his with him looming over me like this, though he’s so relaxed and languid against the wall.
When he pulls out of my mouth with an appreciative sigh, I immediately shift on my knees, licking a trail of water up his inner thigh until I can nuzzle and lick at his cock playfully, teasingly.
“You’re begging to get hurt, little bird,” Cairo sighs softly, brushing his hands against the sides of my face, his thumbs trailing over my cheekbones. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
“Then lose control,” I breathe, kissing the tip of his cock. “You think I mind?”
His grin turns a little less friendly, and he tilts his head to the side.
“I think you’re arrogant. You’d regret me taking you like the monster I am.
” That does nothing to cool down my body.
If anything, it makes me arch my hips into my hand, causing my breath to hitch when I continue to tease my clit while he watches.
“Such a pretty, gorgeous thing,” Cairo purrs.
“Get your mouth back on my cock, Fern. I want to come in your mouth and watch you swallow all of it.” It’s not a request, and he doesn’t give me a chance to consider it.
With one hand at the base of his length and the other back in my hair, he slips his cock back into my willing, open mouth while I remember how to breathe through my nose.
Fuck, it’s so much hotter than it has any right to be. He never slams down my throat, or speeds up his rhythm. He just fucks my face with the same controlled dominance and restrained power as he whispers and hisses half-slurred praises under the spray of the shower.
Cairo lasts until I’m arching my hips consistently against my fingers and making sounds of pleasure against him.
Then, without warning, his fingers tighten against my scalp and he drags my face closer, until my nose is pressed to his skin and his cock is buried down my throat so far I feel tears in my eyes.
I whimper, barely able to breathe, but he holds me there while growling and giving soft, snarled noises while he rocks his hips against my face.
I feel his cock swell and pulse, and though I can’t taste it, I feel his release in my throat, prompting me to swallow around him.
He shudders at that, head thrown back, and holds me there while he rides out his release.
I want to tease him, to lick at his skin, but all I can do is hollow my cheeks and swallow around him again until he’s snarling and suddenly yanking me to my feet, instead of keeping me on my knees.
“Such a fucking brat when you want to be,” he chuffs, spinning me and dragging me against him so my back presses to his chest. I gasp at the quick motion, worried about his wounds as the water starts going cold.
But he doesn’t let me voice my concerns, just grabs my face in one hand, turning my head and forcing my face to his.
He kisses me long and deep while two fingers plunge into my pussy so quickly my knees nearly buckle with pleasure.
He’s so good at knowing how to get me off.
Just like the other night, within minutes I’m sagging against Cairo, and his arm is the only thing holding me up while he fingers me.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs in my ear, spreading my pussy with two fingers and using the other to run his fingers along my slit.
“Will you come for me, little bird? On my fingers like you did on my cock?” His middle finger finds my clit unerringly, teasing and stroking, until I’m a mess in his arms. He kisses me again before I can say anything, and this time I can feel his tongue tasting and teeth nipping my mouth.
He’s way too good at this.
I sob and thrash against him, wordless, and only manage a keen against his mouth as his fingers play with my nipples and I come without much more effort.
There’s definitely something supernatural about this aspect of Cairo as well.
That’s the only thing I can think of as he rubs my slit and I pant my way back from oblivion.
“You’ll…stay…” I pant, leaning back against him and trying to stay away from the worst of his wounds, even if he doesn’t seem to care about them. “You’ll stay tonight, right?”
Before he can reply, I turn to meet his gaze, and something softens on his face as it becomes more human. He sighs and leans down to lick my cheek, one hand splayed across my stomach as he reaches out to turn off the water before it’s completely cold instead of just tepid.
“Yeah, little bird,” he huffs out. “I’ll stay. For now.”