Chapter 4 Xeni #2
His eyes dart down my frame again before locking on mine. “You can be creative with your offer,” he says with a shrug. "I’m not picky.”
My stomach tightens at the implication, though I keep my face neutral.
“I’m not fucking you,” I say, leaving no room for argument.
A smirk pulls onto his lips, tightening the scarred skin on his cheek. “There are plenty of other ways to please a man, pretty.”
My mouth opens, ready to turn him away out of sheer stubbornness. But my feet ache, and he could get me there in hours instead of days.
“Five miles, not twenty,” I say. “You’ll get payment when you deliver me and not a moment before.”
Thick fingers drag over his chin as he gives me another assessing sweep of his eyes.
He jerks his head behind him. “Climb on, then.”
I tighten the straps of my pack as I mentally prepare myself for being shoved against his unfamiliar body for the next few hours. My leg swings over the motorcycle, keeping what distance I can between us.
He glances over his shoulder at me. “I won’t bite unless you want me to, pretty. Hang on so you don’t fall.”
My teeth clench as my arms ring around his middle. His back is broad and shoulders wide, and I have to scoot close to get comfortable. Pine soap dulls the strangeness of having someone’s scent in my nose, and I’m thankful he’s clean.
He chuckles, amused but not unkind. The engine revs and I squeeze his waist to keep from flying backward. Wind whips through my hair, and my feet throb from walking all day, but eventually, I settle.
The night passes in a blur, and the light pollution of the city appears as a glow. Buildings come into view, nothing more than shadowed silhouettes on the faint orange dawn that licks at the horizon.
The bike slows as he pulls into a small cluster of trees, and my legs tingle from being in the same position for so long. Blood circulates as I climb off the back, causing pins and needles in my hands and feet.
Silence permeates the air as he kills the engine, interrupted by a metallic squeak as he uses his boot to shove the kickstand in place.
He steps closer, sliding his tongue over his lips. “You sure I can’t fuck you, pretty? I’d treat you right.”
A bulge presses against the front of his pants, and he grunts when he sees me looking.
“Sorry,” he says as he adjusts himself with a sheepish shrug. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone else’s hands on my body.”
I understand that sentiment all too well.
“That wasn’t the deal,” I respond.
He nods with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess not. The good news for you is this won’t take long.” His flirty grin is almost bashful as he waits for me to make the next move.
I force a practiced smile and watch his eyes hood as I approach. Even with the scarring on his face, he’s handsome. Maybe not kind, but not cruel, and in this world, it’s good enough.
I could enjoy this if I wanted to.
Could appreciate the warmth of someone else’s skin on mine, even if it was only transactional.
But as I consider the possibility, bile climbs my throat. My hip aches, rebelling at the thought.
Alone tonight, then.
I should be used to it by now.
“Back against a tree,” I command in a quiet purr, and he groans as he takes a few backward steps and leans against a trunk. “What’s your name?”
His throat dips in a swallow. “Jacob.”
“Well, Jacob, what are you waiting for? Show me what I’m working with here.”
A low groan leaves him as he works his button loose and unzips his jeans. Instead of pushing them down, he pulls his cock from the opening and gives it a slow stroke. He’s so hard his head pushes out from his foreskin, and a vein stands out along his length.
Judging from the way he’s weeping pre-cum, I could finish him in mere minutes.
That’s not how it’s going to happen, though.
Magic swirls in my gut, potent and ready to be unleashed. We’re isolated out here, but I inspect every tree as if someone might be hiding in wait.
Paranoid, perhaps, but I have to make sure there are no witnesses.
Few people know the extent of what I can do.
Even fewer know why.
I take another step closer, and he releases a throaty moan as I dig my fingers into his hair.
“Do you like me on my knees for you?” I ask, and intention oozes from my voice as he whines again, snared in my web like a fly. “Look at me down here. Tongue out. Knees dirty.”
“Oh, shit, that’s nice,” he murmurs as his eyes close.
“My lips are so tight, aren’t they?”
He gasps quietly as he rocks forward, his voice breathy. “Yeah… fuck, yeah.”
“Fuck my mouth, Jacob. Feel my throat open for you.”
“Gods, that’s so good,” he moans.
His hips snap faster, creating a rhythm to match the picture in his head. His dick bounces and bobs as he thrusts into the air, his breathing increasing until he’s panting.
Power siphons from my gut, shaking my hands and turning my knees to jelly. I haven’t used this much of my magic in a long time, but I grit my teeth and concentrate.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I ask.
He thrashes his head in a nod as he fists the denim of his pants.
Another deep breath fills my lungs as I force the sultry purr to stay in my voice. “You don’t want this to end, but you can’t hold on any longer. You’ve used me so good. Chapped my lips and left me sloppy. You’re desperate to come down my throat.”
“Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah, I wanna come.”
Sweat beads on my forehead as I fight not to sway on my feet. “Good… that’s good. Stop holding back and give it to me.”
His next moan is lower, more helpless, and his spine arches as he comes. Thick ropes of his release shoot into the grass as his cock pulses with the beat of his orgasm.
My vision goes spotty as I let him go and step back. My skin is clammy as I swipe my hand over my face, and I steady myself with a few deep breaths.
Jacob’s eyes refocus on me with a blissed-out smile. “Godsdamn, pretty,” he mutters as he slumps against the tree trunk. “That might be the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
“I aim to please,” I rasp with a flourish of my hand.
He smirks at the scratch in my voice as if he’s the one that caused it.
”You sure I can’t convince you to stick around?" he asks, still breathing heavily. ”I’d treat you right.”
“Duty calls, I’m afraid,” I say as I take a step back.
A possessive gleam forms in his eyes, but he nods with a deep inhale. He’s putty, in a state of total relaxed bliss as he leans against that tree.
I turn my back to him and walk away before tossing a wave over my shoulder.
“Thanks for the ride,” I call.
He chuckles, but I never look back.