Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We ended up at the morgue for another two hours, lunch delivered by a frightened medical examiner’s assistant.
Crime Scene techs had to show up again, although Rictor said it was mostly a formality.
After a brief discussion, none of our stories included a talking tree, as that would get Rictor and Nick put on administrative leave while the department checked them for narcotics and then made them get cleared by a psychologist.
“Is there an answer?” Rictor asked when he walked me and Nick out to Nick’s Mustang.
“The tree?” I shrugged. “More things in this world have spirits than most humans believe.”
“Does that mean all trees are sentient?” he asked. “Or all plants? Or—”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Think of it as part of the great mystery.”
He pushed his glasses up with his knuckle and closed his eyes. “The great mystery contains us all.”
When we were in the car, safely buckled in, Nick said, “I wonder if he’s registered.”
“Rictor?” I asked. “What, are you going to tell on him?”
“He should be registered,” Nick said.
“Yeah, because that’s gone great in the past. I thought with all the anti-discrimination lawsuits, witches and alchemists didn’t have to anymore.”
“Law enforcement is an exception since it could affect their ability to perform their job,” he said, eyes straight ahead. Glancing at the dashboard, I smirked. We were going exactly the speed limit.
When we pulled up in front of my apartment, he parallel-parked with the expertise of a valet.
I got out and leaned down in the open door to say my goodbyes, only to see him unbuckling his seatbelt.
He closed his door and locked the car. Silently, he trailed me to my apartment, a couple of steps behind me.
The thin carpet muted our footfalls, yet I was hyper-aware of him, I heard every step he took. My key missed the lock twice before I managed to get it in. With the door open, I turned. He was close, so close I could feel his touch like an echo on my skin.
“Seeing me to my door, you gentleman?” I smirked.
“I’d like to kiss you.” His tongue traced across his plush bottom lip and I had had fantasies about that lip.
“You don’t even like me,” I said. “I’m the annoying guy who breaks into your crime scenes.”
“It wasn’t a crime scene.” He stepped closer.
“I still ended up in cuffs, didn’t I?” I reached out, but stopped before I touched his chest.
“We shouldn’t,” he said, taking another small step forward until my hand made contact and I could feel his pec through his white dress shirt. It tightened and, yeah, I could get used to touching that.
“Why?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just adrenaline from your almost dying,” he said. “And you’re consulting on the case, so it’d be a conflict of interest.”
Shaking my head, I said, “You’re not paying me. So, as far as I can see, I was just a guy you interviewed who didn’t know anything.”
The flat look he gave me made it obvious the excuse was thin. Still, he took another step towards me, backing me into the apartment. His foot kicked the door shut.
I took two steps still facing him, fisting my hand in what was a very expensive shirt. Pulling him with me, I walked backwards into my bedroom, glad I’d done laundry this week so the sheets smelled clean, even if I’d left them rumpled on my unmade bed.
“You should kiss me,” I said.
“I can kiss you,” he said.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure across my skin and I wanted more. With both hands, I grabbed his ridiculously expensive jacket and pulled his body snug against mine. The muscled planes fit in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
He slid his palm under my t-shirt and up my back. The sensation of his warm, smooth skin on my skin made me shudder. I pushed closer to him and the kiss turned heated as I licked open his lips and slid my tongue inside.
We swayed there for a few minutes. Each time one of us would press forward, the other would answer and it was an erotic dance that made me want more sensation.
I pushed back and enjoyed the sight of him leaning forward, unwilling to let me go.
His mouth was slightly open, and he blinked a few times, coming back to himself.
I yanked off the satchel still crossed over my chest and then pulled out of my jacket and shirt.
When I refocused on him, I saw he was neatly laying his jacket on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.
Squashing the desire to rip open his shirt and send all the buttons flying, I toed out of my shoes and shimmied out of my pants.
He stilled, his eyes scraping over my body. I raised an eyebrow and threw myself back on the bed, lounging with one hand behind my head and the other massaging my dick through my underwear. His swallow was audible in the quiet.
“You going to join me?” I asked. “Or are you just going to stand there?”
“Yes,” he said, stuttering. “Yeah, let me just.”
One of his expensive buttons hit the wall with a soft click as he hastened out of his shirt, pulling the undershirt off with a hand at the neck. He unbuckled his belt, and his pants slid down his legs like water. He had to bend to untie his shoes, and I grinned.
For all that he was competent and great at his job, he was so awkward here I felt affection for him leaking out of me.
The moment I’d met him, I’d known he was my type, even when he wouldn’t admit the house we were in was haunted.
When we’d met up later, I couldn’t help but think he was handsome, but way too arrogant to demean himself with me.
Maybe he was still that, but he laughed with me when he finally got the shoes undone, and then he was all grace and power when he slid over me on the bed. His muscled arms framed my head as he hovered over my mouth.
“Hey,” he said, a grin wrecking the coolness of the line. “Can I kiss you?”
“Took you long enough.” I lifted my head to kiss his lips. “Thought I’d die over here.”
He leaned down and his body was heavy on mine in all the right ways. His kisses moved from my lips down to my neck, making me shudder. The feeling sent blood straight to my dick, and I groaned.
As he rubbed his body against mine, I felt something stir inside me. The latent incubus magic, unable to mix with my own, was sparking between Nick and me. I felt it heightening each sensation, making everything feel just slightly more.
“What is that?” Nick asked, pulling back. His eyes were cloudy, flaring green and then clearing.
“I absorbed some of the incubus’s magic when the spell shattered,” I said. “I think we’re both in for a ride. You okay with that?”
He frowned a moment, clearly trying to decide.
“Is the magic the reason we’re doing this?” He drew back, frowning.
I shook my head. “No. It’s just heightening everything. I mean, you wanted me before this, right?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “I really did. Did you want me?”
Licking my lips, I realized he was going to make me say it. The pause stretched, and he started to back away from me. I grabbed his arm and held him close. “Since I saw you in that bulky, yellow rain jacket. Since then.”
“That was the first time we met.” A warm flush spread across his face and down his chest.
“You’re telling me,” I said. “You still in?”
After a bit, he shrugged. “I’ve never had sex with an incubus before. You’ll have to give me pointers.”
“Hey! I am an incubus virgin here, too, pervert!” I pointed at him. He licked the tip of my finger and then sucked it down, teeth scraping against the pad of my finger.
Oh. Oh. This was why people went to Sintown, then. Everything in my hand felt like it was directly connected to my dick. I moaned in pleasure.
Pushing up my hips, I ground our dicks together through the underwear. The friction was amazing, and I did it again, enjoying it when Nick bit down too hard in his pleasure.
“Want to fuck me?” I asked. My mind was shooting fireworks and all I could think about was how much more pleasurable it would be when he was inside me.
“Yes,” he said. “Yeah, I want that.”
I rolled out from under him and slammed open my bedside table, grabbing lube and a condom. He was on his back, lifting his hips to slide off his blue boxer briefs, and I enjoyed the sight for a moment, condom pinched in my fingers and lube rolling on the bed between us.
“How do you want me?” His hand gripped his hard cock and pumped once. I watched it grow longer and thick at my gaze.
“Let’s start like this.” I pushed down on his shoulder and he lay back, his hands framing my hips as I swung a leg over him. “Here.”
The lube was in a slim, gray bottle and he popped it open and coated his fingers in the viscous liquid.
It had been a while since I’d gotten laid, and that was usually just in a car outside a club or a quickie from someone off Grindr. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex with someone I wanted to see after we both got off.
“Hey,” he said. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” My hips jerked forward as he rubbed a knuckle into my perineum, and I groaned when he increased the pressure. It made my cock jump, nearly touching my stomach.
He slid a finger inside and it felt perfect as he pumped it in and out, adding more lube before sliding a second finger in. I closed my eyes and ground down, enjoying the stretch.
“More,” I said. He obliged, adding a third finger and more lube. For a while, he just rocked his fingers in and out, and I enjoyed the pressure against my prostate.
Languidly, I opened my eyes and saw he was biting his lip, his eyes fixed on my face. When our gazes met, his grin turned wicked, and he curled his fingers, rubbing small circles against my prostate. I shuddered, pulling up. His fingers followed, and I said, “Condom. Now.”
Ripping open the condom with his teeth, he slid it on and then coated it with more lube. Watching him, I realized whatever magic the incubus had left in me had burnt out. This pleasure was all him.
I reached down and helped position his cock at my entrance. Holding it steady, I slid down. The head of his dick felt so much larger than his fingers, and it took a moment to slide in.
Pausing above him, I let myself enjoy the sensation of just the tip of his dick inside. When I looked down, he was panting, hands fisting on the sheets. I gave in, bearing down until he was fully seated inside.
We both moaned, and he brought one hand up to grasp my forearm where I was braced above his head. His hand tightened, and he licked his lips again. Unable to resist, I leaned down and kissed him.
The kiss was clean and sweet, and I rocked, getting momentum going. Pushing back up, I let myself ride him, enjoying the pressure and stretch, the feeling of foreignness inside of me.
Eventually, I reached down and began pumping myself, a spark of pleasure exploding when he dug his short nails into my hip. I wanted more.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, opening my eyes to see his hazel eyes wide.
He nodded. “Yes, yes.”
He flipped us, rolling on top of me and slinging my legs over his shoulders before slamming his hips home.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
I gasped. “Yeah. Yes. More like that.”
He moved again, and I enjoyed the impact of our bodies meeting. He reached down and tugged on my dick, some remaining lube lessening the friction. I came, suddenly, unexpectedly, and felt my whole body tighten around his dick.
He shuddered, going stiff as he trembled above me. I felt him try to shift off, and reached up with both arms to pull him down on top of me.
We breathed together for a few minutes, his breath hot on my neck. Finally, he pulled out, careful with the condom. Rolling over, he relaxed next to me, his hand finding mine in the tangled sheets.
“I should take care of this.”
I looked over to find him on his side, face half hidden in my pillow, his visible eye watching me. Using our intertwined fingers, I tugged him closer, and he came easily, nestling his face into the curve of my neck.
We must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, my shower was on and I was alone in bed. I savored the soreness in my ass and the faint bruising I could feel where his hands had been just a shade too tight against me.
The water shut off, and he came to the doorway, my towel wrapped around his waist, a few stray droplets sliding down his chest. He smirked at me.
“Your shower is disgusting.”
“Are you offering to clean it for me?” I asked. “Is this a full-service hook-up?”
“I’m saying next time clean the shower before I come over,” he said. “And maybe I’ll be in the mood for another round instead of wondering if that level of mildew is safe to be around.”
“I’ll have you know my mildew is perfectly safe to be around. It’s decorative.”
“It’s disgusting.” He sidled towards the bed, leaning down like he was going to kiss me and then pulling up and grabbing his phone out of his pants pocket. “I was going to order dinner. You have a preference?”
“Is it dinner time?” I squinted at the window where the orange light showed it to be evening. “I don’t know. Anything, really. Pizza?”
He gave me a flat look and then patted his stomach. “Two days of pizza means four days at the gym.”
“Oh, eww,” I said. “No. You just burned a thousand calories healing me yesterday, and we had to have burned another thousand right now. I can’t believe you’re thinking about the gym.”
Sitting up, I pointed at him. “You’re one of those guys who gets up at five a.m. to go workout, aren’t you! And then you eat your bran muffin! You tried to trick me into believing you were a donut guy.”
I shook my head and tsked. He laughed.
“How about some Chinese food?”
“Like that is healthier!” I huffed and slid off the bed. Getting close enough to kiss him, I grinned and then grabbed my towel off his hips.
His breath hitched and his eyes locked onto my lips. I could see his dick jump a little in interest. With a wink, I breezed past him into the bathroom.
“Just get me whatever!” I called, turning on the water.
He swore slightly under his breath and I cackled as I stepped under the hot spray.