Nine Pillow Princess
F or a while, I pace aimlessly around my house waiting for my phone to buzz. But when I find Eris’ black hoodie laying by the side of the couch, I pace a little more pointedly. What else did he leave here?
Other than the blanket I already knew about, I also find a new toothbrush in the holder. Nothing else stands out to me, but maybe that’s enough. It’s not a toothbrush I bought and stashed for later, which means he had his own.
Hm. Did he leave it here so I’d remember him, or so he’d have it next time?
The thought gives me butterflies. Either way, it just proves that Eris is unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and everything he does seems to surprise me.
After about two hours of filling my go-to girl in on the night’s events, I’m itching to text Eris and tell him to come back over. But if I do that, I’m at fault. It’ll be me who’s leading him on. If I just wait and let him make his own decision, then maybe I don’t have to be the bad guy.
Still, the silence makes me itchy. I know he’s working. He’s busy. We’re not dating, he doesn’t owe me anything, blah blah blah. But these last several hours have seemed empty when just last week, they’d have been a god-given break from my usual non-stop routine.
To stay busy, I box up a few orders, answer a few emails, and brainstorm ideas for my next candle line. People went feral for my poison themed line with scents like belladonna, foxglove, and hemlock, so it stands to reason I should either add to it or find something else in the same vein.
I’m in the middle of looking up ideas for a line based on witchy potions when I hear my doorbell go off about a dozen times.
Curiously, I head upstairs and open the door, trying not to jerk when I see Eris standing there. He’s filthy, grinning, and holding a box of hot chocolate mix. “Hey, Burrito. Can I use your shower?”
“Of course,” I rush out, embarrassed as hell because I know I always look like a mad scientist when I mess with scents. “I... yeah. Come in.”
“Thanks.” He ruffles my messy hair with a chuckle and kicks off his boots. “Were you working too?”
I notice a black backpack slung over his shoulder when he kisses my cheek, and immediately know he doesn’t plan on going anywhere else tonight. I truly don’t know how to feel about that.
“Yeah, just trying to keep busy. I didn’t get very far though, the last scent I tried smelled like someone threw up in a vat of acid and then tried to dispose of it in a dumpster.”
“That’s... graphic. Is it weird I want to smell it now?”
He tugs off his dirty long sleeve shirt and drops it on the ground, revealing a toned, tanned body that screams he’s a man who works with his hands.
Is it bad I want to lick him right now?
Probably .
Blushing, I point toward the kitchen where my basement door is. “Right this way.”
He follows me eagerly with his pants unbuttoned and his shower forgotten, eyes roaming over my work area like he’s never seen a candle before. “Damn, Rowyn’s Wax. Look at you. You work down here alone?”
“Yep, usually. I have a couple of people who help me package occasionally, but it’s usually just me. I’m the only one who works on the labels and the scents, and clearly the organization.” Uselessly, I try to straighten up some of the haphazard boxes and tinker with the shelves full of glass. “It’s organized chaos.”
“I can see that. It surprisingly smells good in here. I thought the mix of everything would make me run back up, but it smells like you know what you’re doing. Where’s the dumpster vomit thingy?”
Scrunching up my nose, I point to my trash can. “It’s the brown wax at the top.”
Biting his lip, he grabs it with intentions of roasting me written all over his face, but the second he inhales the monstrosity and gags, I know it’s far too bad for him to even joke about. “What the fuck did you mix? Baby shit and onions?”
“I told you. Just put it back where it belongs and seal the lid,” I mumble. “I was distracted.”
“You said you made this one today?” He does as told then smells a few more, each candle bringing him closer until he’s standing in front of me with a smile. “I was distracted too.” He shows me a deep purple bruise on the back of his left hand next to his thumb. “It was because we didn’t fuck again, huh?”
“What’d you do?” I ask, reaching out to gingerly touch it. “It looks like you took a hammer to it.”
“My brother tossed me a hammer when I wasn’t looking. We can just blame him, right?”
Shit. “I don’t think that has anything to do with us fucking, so yeah. We’ll blame him.”
“He claims it’s on me because supposedly he called my name three times, but whatever. I just wanted to be inside you. Come shower with me.”
It’s hard not to laugh in that girlish, excited way that makes my cheeks hurt. I hate that for me because of what it means, but right now? I’ll take it over sitting here wondering if I fucked up by letting him go.
“Deal.”
Eris takes my hand and tugs me along, taking the lead in everything we do until we’re both clean. I’m still hung up on the fact that he washed my hair when he drops down right there and drapes one of my legs over his shoulder. “Don’t fall.”
That’s easier said than done when his hot, skilled tongue swipes straight up my center. The warm water cascading down my back keeps me grounded as I grab the wall and the curtain rod, but all I want to do is lay down and lose myself in him.
My legs shake, making him huff a laugh. “Not leaving this shower until you come for me, woman.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and grips my thighs with both hands, nearly lifting me off my feet. It’s so fucking intense all I can do is close my eyes and trust that he won’t let me fall.
“Eris,” I gasp, feeling my core tighten and heat rush south. “Don’t... don’t stop... please.”
I nearly slip when it hits me, but his strength surprises me when he holds all my weight with ease and continues licking me through an orgasm so intense, I forget everything else.
He looks almost sheepish as he gets to his feet again, his lips shining with my cum before I watch him lick them clean with a huge smile. “I couldn’t wait. Let’s get out of here before the water runs cold.”
He kisses me a few more times as we dry off, and while I try not to argue, I can’t help it. “I would’ve returned the favor in there, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” He presses down on his still hard cock. “I didn’t want you to think I was doing it for something in return. I just really wanted to eat your pussy all day. And also... you can return the favor whenever you want, baby. I’d never deny you.”
What better time than now, then? Dropping to my knees, I crawl toward him and settle between his legs, looking up at him with what I hope is a playful, flirty grin. “Like right now?”
His cock jumps before he can nod. There’s an almost hopeful look in his eyes as he stares down at me, and it only makes me want to please him more. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, reaching down to thumb my bottom lip. “It’s all yours.”
Good. Reaching up, I grip his cock to lift it out of my way to lick his balls, sucking one into my mouth as I stroke him slowly.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “Rowyn.”
He rests a hand on my head but lets me keep control, so I keep my mouth on his balls until I feel his cock jerk in my hand.
Yeah, he’s ready.
Bracing myself and opening my throat, I lock eyes with him and suck him in, taking him as far as I can. I wrap my hand around what little I can’t fit and stroke as I suck, making him hiss and groan like this is the best blowjob he’s ever had. I refuse to believe otherwise.
“God, woman. Just like that. So damn good.”
His hips begin to thrust in sync with my sucks, finding a perfect rhythm that has me soaked just from pleasing him. The air in my lungs becomes secondary, comfort gets tossed aside. I fight the urge to pull off and breathe as his moans get louder, his hips snap sharper.
Come on, baby. Give it to me .
“I don’t want it to end. Shit!” His hand tightens painfully in my hair just as I feel it throb again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. You gonna swallow for me, Rowyn?”
The wink I give him sends him over with a guttural growl. He pulls back just enough to have it ooze all over my waiting tongue, and then he thrusts it deeper with a snap of his hips and buries the rest of it deep.
I let him sit there until his cock stops throbbing and I feel him start to soften, then pull off, swallow it all, and show him my empty mouth. “I couldn’t have you thinking all I know how to do is lay there.”
Eris laughs softly, his rough hand petting my face gently. “Girl, your pussy is so good I’d 100% let you be my pillow princess. Shit, you still can be if you toss one of these in every so often.”
“Sometimes. I like to have fun too, you know.” Standing, I back him toward the bed and push him onto it, climbing up to straddle him and pin his hands above his head. “I can be a good girl for you, but I can also be a bad, bad girl.” I grind my wet pussy on his messy cock, biting my lip as I stare down at him .
“Jesus, girl. You just keep surprising me. Keep fucking around and I’m about to propose.”
He cants his hips up into me, hardening again already — but this is where I shine. I tilt my ass up just enough to slip him inside of me, keeping his hands pinned down as I ride him.
The way he stares up at me has my cheeks heating up. It’s like he’s staring at something he’s never seen before and is instantly in love with, his mouth slightly parted and eyes staring with reverence. “I hear you, baby. You’re not a pillow princess, but I’m still gonna spoil you like you are whenever you’re not riding me like this.”
Oh, I can be, I just want him to know it’s by choice and not because I don’t know how to do anything else. It’s a pride thing.
Grinning, I clench around him and sit back, letting him go in favor of playing with my piercings as I let my thighs do the heavy lifting. Watching him watch me spurs me on, makes me move faster, harder.
He never takes his eyes off of me. Whether it’s my eyes, my nipples, my pussy as I take his cock, they never leave my body as I ride him better than any other two night stand could.
“What are you doing to me, beautiful?”
Making the most of the time we’ve got.
Leaning down, I kiss him hard as I bottom out and grind, rubbing my clit on his hips until I’m a moaning, shaking mess, barely hanging on.
“Rowyn,” he moans. “Oh fuck, Rowyn. Come with me.”
His words break as he struggles to hold on, and I’m so... so close...
I feel it roll through me right as his cock throbs violently. His nails dig into my sides as he holds me down, not letting me miss a drop this time.
It’s weirdly satisfying, being bred on both ends. I feel owned.
His hand wraps around my throat a split second before his lips crash against mine, and it feels different this time. Like he’s trying to prove something.
“I need another shower,” I laugh against his lips. “Settle down.”
“Are you talking to me or my dick? Because that’s something you need to take up with him.”
Lifting up, I watch his cock flop down onto his stomach and let out a laugh. “I think he’s tired, Eris. He’s asking for a raincheck.”
“Fucking traitor,” he hisses down at it. “Dude was complaining all day and now wants to nap. You fuck me up, Rowyn. Took it all out of me.”
Beaming, I lean down to kiss his tip then stand on shaky legs. “Hey, you asked for it. He’ll get more later.”
As I turn to head for the bathroom, I’m surprised to find I mean it — I don’t know if this will be a fuckbuddies thing or something else, but what I do know... is that I’m far from done with this man.