17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
Zeke
Rory needed a distraction, and I was willing to step up to the plate.
I’d confirmed Carlotta was safe. Isadora was perfectly capable of keeping an eye on her and knew how important she’d become to me over the weeks. She felt the same, having known her for most of her young life.
I’d chosen the villa for its location. Close enough should anything happen, but also not overlooked. I didn’t want anyone to know we were here.
And now it looked like Rory was more than happy to be distracted if his face was anything to go by. He’d not taken his eyes off my body since I’d stripped. It certainly did something for my ego, but then I knew what I had and had used it to my advantage more times than I cared to remember.
Not that that was what I was doing now. No, I wasn’t taking advantage, but I was taking what my demon knew was his.
Fuck taking it slowly. I had a feeling things were looking up.
Rory opened and closed his mouth, indecision in his eyes. Patience was the name of the game. I’d work my way up to the ultimate prize.
Making him my mate.
Patience was a virtue, or so they said. Just a pity I wasn’t a patient man.
I prowled towards him as one would an animal ready to bolt. I didn’t want to scare him. He’d be nervous. His admission he’d done nothing with a man played on repeat, but I was done waiting.
This would be an afternoon to remember.
Instead of running, he stood his ground. I stood before him and pressed my lips to his. He tasted of beer and temptation, a heady cocktail.
He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. He rested against the balcony and widened his stance, allowing me to stand closer. Hot skin rubbed against mine, his thick cock nudging me.
For all his talk of never being with a man, he didn’t show any hesitation, especially when he moved his hands lower and gripped my arse.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” I asked after breaking the kiss. He grinned and licked a path from the centre of my chest and up my neck.
“Hmm, salty. Know what else is salty?” A wicked glint appeared in his eyes. Then he winked.
Fucking winked. Who was this man, and where was the shy Rory?
A cool breeze blew across the terrace, reminding me we were open to the elements.
“Want to take this inside? Kneeling on this hard floor will be murder on my knees at my age.” He laughed, took my hand, and led me back inside the house. Usually, I was the one to take the lead. This was unfamiliar territory for me.
Our feet slapped against the cool tiled floor, disturbing the villa’s quiet. Nothing like the hustle and bustle of London.
The villa had two bedrooms, one with twin beds, the other with an enormous bed, big enough for three if that was your fancy.
I’d had my share of threesomes and foursomes. I’d even been to an orgy or two, but today it was us two.
My demon wouldn’t have shared anyway.
Right here was what he wanted, and a silent chant had started in my head.
“Mine. Mate. Mine. Mate.”
I’d made my peace with it. Convincing Rory was another matter. If I had my way, he’d be face down on the bed already, but kid gloves were needed.
“Tell me what you want, Rory. We can take it as slow as you want.”
When did I become so considerate? Although I’d never taken anyone by force, previous partners had always been willing.
“I want you to teach me, to show me all of it. I want to feel, Zeke. I want to surrender control. I want you to take care of me.”
Now that was a surprise. I’d expected a confident lover but understood the desire to be dominated. Sometimes when all you’d been was strong, one needed to be looked after.
“Then let me take care of you.”
I steered him to the bed and pressed him into the crisp white sheets. His eyes were wide.
No longer a time for words, I intended to show him with my actions how good making love could be. How submission didn’t mean you were weak. It took a lot to give up control.
I straddled him and started on the fingers of one hand, stroking each one in turn. I moved to his hands, his wrists, his forearms. His cock pulsed with each touch, a slow drip of pre-cum leaking from the end.
I longed to lick it, but this was a time for exploration, both his and mine, and we had all the time in the world.
Fine blond hairs covered his skin, interspersed with pale brown freckles on his arms and legs. This would be much better with lubrication, and I hopped off the bed.
“Where are you going?” He leant on his elbows and watched as I dug through my clothes.
“Just grabbing this.” I held up a bottle of lotion and flicked off the cap. I squirted a generous amount into my palm and rubbed my hands, coating them.
Instead of going back to where I was, I began again at his feet and moved up his legs, spreading them slightly.
As I touched the back of his knees, he inhaled sharply. Oh, he was sensitive there.
“How does it feel?” I retraced my steps and worked on his calves and ankles, watching his face intently.
“Good. Really good.” He threw his head back on the pillow and covered his eyes with his arm.
Former Zeke would already be balls deep, but the anticipation of what was to come stopped me. I wanted to discover more about Rory and what turned him on.
Slowly I made my way up his legs. The inside of his thighs quivered at my touch. He moaned as I skirted his bollocks, grazing them with my fingers.
The skin tightened, and his cock jumped.
He reached a hand down to grab it. I knocked it away and smirked at his pout.
“Spoilt brat.” I tapped him lightly on his hand, and a smile graced his face. That was interesting.
I paid attention to his hips and stomach, running my fingers through his light pubes, golds and yellows glistening from the lotion.
I concentrated on giving him pleasure, ignoring the throb of my cock. It dwarfed his, but demons were known to be well endowed.
He shivered and shook, and I noted each spot, vowing to return to them later. Learning what heightened his arousal was my focus.
“Will you touch me? Please, Zeke.”
“I am touching you, but I’m not done yet.”
“You know what I mean. Please. As much as I love this, I need your hands here.”
He thrust upwards, and his cock brushed against mine.
“All in good time. We have all evening.” But impatience was setting in with my demon, and he wanted me to take Rory now.
“Now, Zeke. I can’t wait.” A pained expression flitted across Rory’s face. Maybe I’d made him wait long enough.
“Is this what you want?” I circled his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
I slipped a finger lower and flirted with his hole, all the while stroking him. I wanted him to become accustomed to the sensation of being touched there. Soon enough, I’d be inside him, pleasuring him.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I slipped the tip of my lotion-covered finger in. He almost shot off the bed.
“No. Never.” He sounded slightly panicked, so I removed it and went back to playing with his balls, caressing his taint.
“How’s that now? Better?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “Much better.”
“Has any man ever done this?” I bent and took him deep into my mouth, tonguing the head, sucking it down my throat as far as it would go. I’d had centuries of practice.
“Oh, my fucking Christ.” He jolted, pushing it farther in. I opened my throat and took it all but kept his hips pressed on the bed.
I came up on all fours and deep throated him time and time again.
“I’m gonna come.” He tensed, the muscles in his legs and stomach tight.
I popped off him. “That’s the plan.”
I resumed my blow job until, with a shout, he shot his load deep. I swallowed every drop and held him in my mouth until he softened. He lay boneless beneath me, sated, his eyes closed as I stroked his slick, sweat-soaked skin.
It never failed to turn me on, but the warmth inside me had more to do with my demon than with the sticky fluid running down my throat. I tingled from my head to my toes, a fizzing beneath my skin I’d not felt before. Was this another step of the mating process?
“I’m sorry.” He turned his head away.
“For what?” I was more than happy with the outcome. He tasted good.
“I barely lasted a minute. It’s never usually like that.”
“Open your eyes, Rory, and look at me.”
“I don’t want to.” He squeezed them shut, his cheeks still flushed from his orgasm.
“Look. At. Me.” Slowly he opened his eyes, but he refused to look at me, preferring to stare out the window.
With a firm hand, I took hold of his jaw and turned his head to face me.
“What’s so wrong with that? Hmmm? When was the last time you had sex?” My demon twitched at my words, but Rory needed to see there was nothing wrong with what had happened.
“Too long.”
“Exactly. Do you masturbate?”
“Not really since Mia died. More out of necessity than arousal. Do you have to ask all these questions?” I could see he was uncomfortable with the way he shifted on the bed.
“So forgive me. Why was it so bad? Did you enjoy it because I know I did?”
“Really?” Shy Rory was back, but he had to see it wasn’t the issue he thought it was.
“I’m still hard, Rory, and that’s because your cum is sitting in my stomach. I sucked it out of you, and if I thought you could get hard again right now, I’d do it all over again.”
“I should return the favour.” He reached for me, and again I batted his hand away.
“You should lie there.” I lazily stroked my cock. His eyes never left it, spurring me on. “You want to watch me?”
He nodded.
Still straddling him, I lifted myself off my heels and moved up his body, getting closer to his face. I wanted him to have a good view.
My cock grew even more, at least ten inches now, and my balls swelled. It took all the restraint I had not to shift into my demon form. Rory would surely flee if I did, and I couldn’t risk that happening.
I continued to play with myself, doing all the things I liked: thumbing the slit, squeezing and pulling, rubbing my frenulum. All the things I loved that brought me closer to climax.
I moaned with pleasure with each stroke, and in a surprise move, Rory took hold of my balls, caressing them gently.
The sensation was incredible. As much as I wanted to prolong this, I longed to coat him in my cum.
Seconds later, I did just that, shooting strand after strand of sticky white spunk onto his chest and neck.
His eyes shot wide. Should I have warned him at least? I needn’t have worried. He swiped his finger through the mess and licked tentatively.
“Salty. Just as I thought.” He grinned and licked his finger again. “But you weigh a ton. I can’t breathe with you sitting on my chest.”
He coughed for effect. I’d relaxed as I’d come, all tension leaving me. I was indeed sitting on him.
I climbed off and headed to the en suite. My demon was preening, feeling elated at how the afternoon had gone. I had high hopes we were one step closer to our goal of convincing Rory to be our mate.
I knew it’d be a long road, and this complication with Ernesto wasn’t helping matters. He needed to be taking down a peg or two. He needed to be taught a lesson.
I dampened a cloth and returned to Rory. A peacefully sleeping Rory.
He’d not been sleeping well of late, the dark shadows under his eyes belying his insistence that he was fine.
He wasn’t fine and hadn’t been since Ernesto’s visit a week ago. I cleaned him as best I could without waking him and pulled the sheet over him. He needed to rest.
While he slept, I unpacked our cases and made dinner. He’d be hungry when he awoke.
Sitting on the terrace sometime later, I checked my phone. No news, but it wouldn’t hurt to make a call. Rory would want news of his daughter.
“Isadora, tell me what’s happening.”
“And good evening to you too, Zeke. Nice to see you haven’t lost your manners.”
“Just tell me what’s going on. Rory is worried out of his mind here, thinking Ernesto is going to go back on his word and keep Carlotta there.”
“If he is, he’s said nothing to me, but then he doesn’t tell me everything. So far, she’s been swimming in the pool, had some friends over, and now they’re sitting down to dinner. He’s being a doting grandfather.”
That was good at least and would hopefully ease Rory’s mind a little.
“Let me know the moment anything changes. We can be with you in fifteen minutes.”
“Be where in fifteen minutes. What’s happening?” A sleep-rumpled Rory stepped onto the terrace.
“I have to go. I’ll be in touch,” I said to Isadora and ended the call.
“Something’s wrong. I know it.” Rory wrung his hands and sat on the chair opposite me.
“Everything is fine. I was checking in with Isadora.”
He ran his fingers through his hair several times. I hated seeing the worry on his face and hoped to God this situation with Ernesto didn’t go sour.
“Carlotta is having dinner with Ernesto and some of her friends. She’s having a good time, and there is nothing to worry about.”
He sank back into the chair and blew out a shaky breath. “I thought something was wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong. Isadora is watching closely and will call us if anything happens. Which it won’t.”
“You don’t know that,” he said, his voice shaky.
I didn’t know that, but there was no point fuelling his concern.
“I’ve made dinner. Why don’t we eat?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I cooked. I don’t do that for everyone. Humour me, Rory, and eat.”
I busied myself in the kitchen warming the food through. We ate in silence. Rory picked at his food and barely touched the wine I’d poured.
It was going to be a long week until Carlotta returned home.