Chapter Sixteen
Rex
“ I have a question for you.”
Fuck. Crap. Dumbass shithead. I shouldn’t have done this. It’s wildly inappropriate, as she is probably about to say. Wait, no, she has a question.
“What?” I ask, my throat closing up in horror. Mother Below, let her put me out of my misery. Send me on my way with an angry— Are you serious? Thanks but no thanks, weirdo —so I can lick my wounds in peace.
Instead, Birdie surprises me. She bites her lip, looking for all the world like a blinking, doe-eyed innocent.
“What would a girl like me do with thirty settings on a showerhead?” Her tone is candy sweet.
Holy darkness. Is she for real? Every worry evaporates.
She’s into this.
I grin, getting into character. The deviant bent on her destruction.
“Whatever you want, little lady.” I swallow and take a step forward, pointing at the booklet on the counter “I read the manual. You want me to walk you through it?”
She nods, twisting a curling lock of hair around her finger. “It’s probably best if I experience it in the flesh.”
“Fuck yeah,” I groan, before correcting. “I mean, yes please.”
“So polite.” She unties her red tree-farm apron and wiggles out of the rest of her clothes, hopping from foot to foot, shimmying and jiggling in all the right places as she discards one item after another.
“Fuuuuuck.” I commit the moment to memory as she twists to pull off the white undies that barely cover her round, delectable ass. Did I even see her fully nude before? If so, it was not long enough, because she’s a fucking work of art. Golden, dimpled perfection. Deadly curves. Pointy nipples that make my tongue want to roll out of my mouth.
“Doesn’t seem fair.” She steps closer, one hand on my belt buckle, the other fiddling with a shirt button.
“What now?” I feel breathless, trapped by those round dark eyes of hers that always make my brain fuzz out.
“If I’m naked, you should be too, don’t you think?”
“I don’t do a lot of the thinking around here, Birdie Lynn. What you say goes.” And with that, I’m tearing at my flannel. As the buttons fly off, a couple pinging against the mirror, she laughs while unlooping my belt and tugging my pants down.
“Didn’t get a good look at this last time.” She settles on her knees, and when she glances up, my cock kicks in her hand. The thick beast is already glowing for her. Blood rushes in my ears.
I choke out a sound as she fists me, her thumb playing along one raised vein, watching the damn thing grow brighter. My dick is a little unusual, but whatever. I’ve always just gone with it. A glowstick for a cock isn’t the worst party trick in the world.
I whimper when her lips kiss the tip, then lick down to my ballsack.
“I love that you glow.” She hums excitedly as she suckles soft and slow, popping off lightly just to have another go. “Almost like the Gosta fireflies.” I pant, my cock pulsing with brighter light. She looks up, just as her tongue circles the head. “Demons have incredibly diverse gene expressions. This one must be very rare. Lucky me.”
On a growl, I snatch her up and hustle through the shower door right into the spray.
“Such a beautiful fucking nerd. You learn that in science class?” My lower half presses into her soft belly as I crowd her against the tile wall.
“I was a straight A student,” she laughs as I paw at her breasts. Both our chests heave with the energy zinging between us. Water pelts our sides in an intense, almost over-hot sensation. Her sweet, musky arousal permeates the steamy air. I lick my lips to gather up the taste, burning for her.
“These perfect nipples.” I dive down to bite each tip with an animal sound. She grips a horn and scratches through my hairline. Every fucking second feels so good with her. But I’m not ready to get off course. “Too damn distracting how much I want you.”
“You have me.” She gasps when I tug a nipple between two fingers. Goddess, such sweet words after the last two months of taking it so fucking slow. I’m not about to question why now, but I do take credit for the showerhead move. Shoulda stopped pussyfooting around and installed it weeks ago.
Needing to kiss her again, I grip her jaw to hold her still and take my prize. Her mouth. Her gasps. Her every surprised look. It’s what I work for day in and day out, taking care of this woman who’s never known what that felt like. Who takes care of every living thing before herself. Even me. Even right this moment, as she writhes and kisses me back, trying to give me everything she has.
But right now, it’s about what she gets.
“I have a fucking job to do.” I tear myself away and rip the detachable showerhead off the holster, punching the button for the overhead mister. I wanted her to be able to always have enough warmth surrounding her, so her body doesn’t get cold while that pussy gets blasted into next week.
“Hmm?” She blinks up at me in a daze. Droplets cling to her black curling lashes and her hair is a sleek, shiny curtain falling to her waist. Goddess, her beauty. It knocks me on my ass every time.
“I still need to show you your present, honey.” I flip a dial on the handle and aim the pulsing stream of water at her nipples. “Not too hot?”
“O-okay,” she stutters, her lips so plump and fucking kissable, but I have to focus. “But maybe a little cooler if you’re going to, you know . . .”
“Oh, I’m gonna. I need to get you clean first, though.” I find a pump dispenser of some fresh-scented soap and get my free hand nice and sudsy. This is the life, having full access to Birdie’s wet, naked body. I’d pinch myself if I could.
“Arms up,” I say, and then I get to work, cleaning every inch of her in record time. While I rinse her off with painstaking attention to detail, she cleans me, lingering last on my cock and balls in one hand while the other slides over my ass, teasing between my cheeks until her fingers meet in a dizzying jumble underneath.
“Mmmm, trying to distract me again, huh?” I capture her hands and clean them up before rinsing us both again thoroughly. “Now where the fuck were we?”
“We were having fun.” She wrestles her hands free and bites at my chest, clawing at my back.
I pin her against the tile wall by her jaw so she doesn’t take me off course again.
“No, I’m making you come with your new present that I worked very hard to install after breaking and entering.”
“You were a very bad boy.” She grips my ass. I love it when she teases me.
“Just how you like me.” I rub my thumb along her jawbone, relishing in the feel of her smart mouth restrained. In my control. “Now show me how much you like my gift.”
Her legs widen and the invitation in her half-lidded gaze is clear.
“How’s the temperature?” I slide the water stream over both nipples again then down the line of her stomach.
“Good, I think.”
“The pressure?” I tease it over the curls hiding her sex and she wiggles.
“A little softer, at least at first.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I let go of her chin to make the adjustment, then get distracted teasing the peaks of her tiny tits. Her nipples are so pert. I could never get tired of playing with them.
“How’s this, then?” I move the spray up and down her pussy, ending right where her clit is hiding under the curls.
“Good.” She reaches down, but I capture her wrist and place it on my chest. Her nails dig in with a pleasant sting.
“That’s my job.” I explore her folds with my free hand as the water pelts around my fingers. She braces against my pecs, thumbing over my nipples. Shit, that feels good. Her clit grows stiff and slippery, but I need her open for the showerhead to do its work. On a grunt, I drop to my knees and hitch one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Oh!” Her hands fall to my horns for stability. That feels fucking great, how solid her grip is. I yank my cock as my nose digs into her cunt, smelling and tasting and taking it all in. I lick a rough stripe up her center and nibble at her lips, even as I aim the showerhead just above where I’m eating her like she’s my meal. I drop my cock and use my fingers to spread her lips wider.
My thick tongue slides home, inside her, in a slow exploration. Longer and bigger than a human’s, demons have more control of ours too, so I roll and unroll it from inside. When it’s doubled over and thick, it rubs the rough patch right at the front of her entrance, opposite her clit, so as the water pelts down, her unholy noises tell me she’s in sensory overload.
I can’t see her because of all the water, but she dances on my face to a steady rhythm as I tongue fuck her. My fingers hold her open to be eaten, and I work my whole face—jaw, lips, nose, and especially my tongue—to please her.
Who needs to breathe when you can be waterboarded by pussy?
If I die, I die a legend.
Soon enough, she’s so pliant and lost, her cunt clenches erratically on my tongue. I pull back to breathe and sink two fingers inside. My thumb circles her clit as I aim the showerhead right at the glistening center.
“Good, honey?”
She nods and swallows with wide eyes, her gaze bouncing from my face to where I’m working. Her soft belly quivers, incoherent gasps breaking free.
“A little more, okay?” I click the water pressure up one and move the spray even closer, so it’s focused and pounding steadily right over her clit. “Look at this perfect pussy.”
Her fist slams into the wall and she regrips my horns with ferocity as she really lets loose, riding my fingers fast and furious.
“I’m—oh—what’s happening?” I move the spray closer and bite at her lips. “I can’t s-stand—” With a trembling cry, she seizes. Her whole body hunches forward as her standing leg shakes. Before it gives out, I catch her, angling my horns safely away so she can notch her face at my shoulder.
“There, there.” I chuckle and stand, holding her ass as I put the showerhead back. I position her twitching, doll-like legs around my waist and drop to a seat on the tile bench further back. “What do we think of my home improvement surprise? Not too bad, huh?”
I lick the arousal-scented water from her shoulder and the dip at her clavicle. Delicious. Every inch.
“You’re evil,” she mumbles against my skin, slapping my back half-heartedly.
We’re out of the spray but warm from the steam when she bites my neck, a little harder each time, like there’s more pent-up energy shaking loose.
“I think when you bite me it really means you like me.”
Love bite I think but don’t say. She’s not even close to ready for that. The straining heavy bar of my cock makes thinking difficult, but I’ve got a little sense left.
“I’m the only one you're mean to,” I say as her nails dig into my back and she sucks so hard on my neck I know it’ll leave a bruise. Everyone else gets polite, smiling Birdie. I get her nails and her teeth. “Don't think I don't notice.”
“I’m only mean to you.” She jolts up, big eyes full of surprise. “Oh, no. I’m sorry.”
“Fuck that,” I growl. It’s exactly what I want. I grip her jaw and bite her bottom lip. “Don’t be sorry for showing me everything. Anything. But especially that fucking fire that’s had me dazed since you first snarled at me when we were sixteen years old.”
“My fire.” She’s like a butterfly in the rain.
“Your passion.” My chest heaves. “Your anger. Your joy. Let me see it all.”
Her eyes grow wet when she smiles. “You make me feel safe. That’s why.”
Everything within me flushes with pride, honored to be that for her. I pull her body against mine in a tight hug until we’re forehead to forehead, nose to nose, my lips speaking against hers.
“Be mean to me, Birdie. Give me all your fire.”
And her eyes light up. Shining. Sparkling. If she was a demon, they’d change colors and blaze, I’m sure of it. But hers are dark and bottomless. Even better somehow, because there’s mystery there. She’ll always have an instinct to hold back. I’ll never understand every piece of her, even if I see what no one else does. Who she really is.
She rises up on her knees, rubbing my cock against her pussy. The shower is humid and damp, but her slit weeps for me. Warm and ready. She’s already well fucked, but her expression says she’s not done.
“I need you,” she says, moving the head of my cock right inside her tight entrance.
Fuck . It’s everything I’ve wanted to hear for months now. I grit my teeth and pray for restraint. Please Dark Mother, don’t splooge in ten seconds flat. Actually, it’s probably best if I don’t move much. Play it cool.
“Ride me,” my gravelly voice grits out the command.
“So bossy.” She exhales against my mouth on a fragrant sigh as she sinks down. Her eyes fall closed.
I grip her ass in both hands and worry it was a mistake because she’s so fucking thick and soft, it’s all I can do not to thrust up. And if I do, I’m definitely done for. I didn’t know intimacy like this was possible, that someone could find safety in me. The loser. The fuckup. With her, I never feel like that.
My hands fight the urge to grasp her even tighter as she takes all of me. I watch every microexpression. The way her lashes tremble. The warm flush on her cheeks. The slight relief and arch of her back when she reaches bottom.
Then those huge brown eyes open on me again, and it’s like the world comes back into focus. Full color. Every sense is alive.
She shows me her fire, just like I asked, her gaze clear and fierce.
I have no choice but to fall.
I want to bite, consume her. Never come up for air.
I need to be deeper, even though I’m not sure that’s possible.
She rides me faster, clutches me close, takes me inside her again and again. We’re so full of each other, gasping for the same breath at the same time. The edge is closer than ever. Pressure builds, buzzing deep inside me.
Gripping harder, my hips tilt to match her, seeking that last impossible inch. Her eyes roll back and tits shake through a full-body tremor as our skin slaps together. I swallow her moan with a kiss when she finally comes, clenching around me in a choking, chaotic rhythm.
No one could survive her ecstasy. Every soft part of her is made for me.
I fuck her like the monster I am, untethered and brutal. Ugly grunts follow each thrust up. A savage, almost violent, emotion rises. Everything I want feels just within reach and so impossible at the same time.
I let it all go and give her everything I am.
My fire.
She watches me as my cock unleashes inside her, her mouth falling open. I’m sure it feels warm. Strange.
Good, I hope.
“Perfect,” is the only word she says, and I groan as an unexpected second wave of cum pulses out. Her fingers trace my tattoos up my neck so sweetly it makes goosebumps prickle down my arms despite the steamy heat. She follows the bow of my lip next. My nose. The point of my ears. Like I mean something to her.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I pant, wrung dry, like every drop of cum is determined to make a home inside her, still kicking, wringing me out. “Fuck.”
The shower comes back into focus eventually. I pick her up, turn off the water, and step us both out. She settles on the counter as I slowly dry her off in the lingering sex-scented air I never want to leave. Her skin is dark, flushed with color from the heat, and everything about her expression and body language screams satisfied.
I fucking did that. A bonfire roars inside me, feeling purpose and focus and direction, maybe for the first time in my life. She’s it. What I’ve been both afraid to hope for and been waiting my whole life for. The wild jumble of coincidences that brought us to this moment don’t seem so chaotic anymore. The way I was drawn to her all those years ago. Placed in the same shop class. Our group project. Choosing her mom’s B&B. The day she got jilted was the day I was meant to leave town. Chasing her on horseback.
Like fate won’t let us go.
Like we’re meant to be.
“Stay,” she says, then presses her lips together like she’s second-guessing the word.
The command hits me square in the heart like some mythical fucking arrow. I worry my voice will squeak like an overeager teen so I simply nod, pick her up, and tuck us both under the cool covers of her bed until we’re on our sides, facing each other.
In the cutest, silliest move, she drags her fluffy comforter over our heads, like we’re at a sleepover telling a secret.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I can’t help but smile. Being soft with me is new for her, I think. I could crack a joke, tease her more, or say the exact wrong thing to kill the moment. But I’m a demon learning his manners, and there’s only one right thing to say.
“You’re welcome.”