Chapter 9 #3
Thomas runs his fingers up and down my back, starting off innocently enough.
Then he inches my shirt up, deft fingers finding the clasp on my bra, and undoes it with one hand.
He pulls me onto him, and I straddle his waist, feeling his already hard cock press against me.
I raise my hands over my head, letting him strip me.
He cups my breasts in his hands, bending his knees so his cock rubs against me.
“You are powerful, Ace,” he growls, running his hands from my breasts to my shoulders and bringing me down so he can kiss me. “And it’s fucking sexy.” In a swift movement, he flips us over, and with him now on top, he kisses his way down my neck, over my abdomen, stopping only to remove my pants.
Still reeling from the spell, the same desperation fuels us both. I want to feel him inside me, fucking me into oblivion so I don’t have to think about anything else other than how good his cock feels. And he wants the same.
I’m naked in front of him, and he moves away only to remove his own clothing. He dives down between my legs, not wasting a single second. His tongue, wet and warm, lashes against me, trailing up my pussy and flicking my clit.
I moan when he sucks me, working his tongue with impressive speed.
Tipping my head up, I watch him eat me out, getting hotter from the sight of his head between my legs.
The fervor between us is always strong, just like it is with Hasan and Gilbert too.
But having gone through something together, something fucked up and, in all honesty, something scary, bonds us closer at the moment.
Neither of us want to forget, but we don’t want to think about it right now either.
Thomas is doing a damn good job making sure the only thing I can think about is how close I am to coming, how good his tongue feels as it licks my pussy.
He lashes his tongue out again, groaning as he laps up every drop of wetness I give him.
Something about doing magic turned me on too, making the orgasm come on strong and fast. Thomas plunges a finger inside me right before I come, stroking my G-spot and feeling my pussy tighten as I come.
As soon as the orgasm is over, he moves away, going to the side of the bed and guiding me down so my head is hanging over the edge.
With his cock in his hand he steps up, stroking the long, thick shaft.
I reach out above my head, one hand landing on his ass, and pull him to me, welcoming his cock into my mouth.
He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand, and rubs my clit with the other, not stopping until I’m coming again.
He’s getting close too and begrudgingly pulls his hips away, not wanting me to stop sucking his dick but wanting to finish inside me. I squeeze his ass, giving him one final hard suck before he steps back, and push myself back down on the mattress.
On the bed in a second flat, I bend my knees up and grab his cock, guiding it to my entrance. Propping himself up on his elbows, he spreads his wings above me and pushes his cock deep inside, groaning with pleasure.
“Fuck me hard,” I pant, and those three words are all it takes for Thomas to go animalistic, thrusting in and out hard and fast. My head hits the headboard behind me, but we don’t stop.
I grab Thomas’s ass, digging my nails into his flesh, lifting my hips so he hits me at just the right angle.
I know he’s close to coming, and I know he’ll wait until I come again.
He bends his head down, lips finding the sweet spot on my neck, and tingles shoot through me.
My pussy contracts around his dick, and he grunts, burying his cock as deep inside me as he can.
We climax at the same time, both panting, hearts racing together.
Thomas pulls out and lies next to me, wrapping me in his arms. I snuggle closer, eyes falling shut. Performing magic and then having mind-blowing sex suddenly catches up to me, and exhaustion crashes down on me. We lie there together for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to move.
Then Thomas gets up and starts the shower, knowing the water needs a good few minutes to warm up. He takes my hands and helps me to my feet, and gets in the shower with me, washing my hair and massaging my shoulders.
“You spoil me,” I tell him, turning around and hooking my arms over his shoulders. Water cascades down his wings, and if it weren’t for the glass door instead of a curtain, we’d have a water mess on the floor every time we showered together.
“I like spoiling you.” He moves my hair back, rinsing out the conditioner. “Even when I was a knight, I never felt like I had a purpose. But with you, I do. I care about you, Ace, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”
His arms fasten around me, and I feel him tense ever so slightly. I don’t see the vulnerable side of Thomas very often, as he masks his emotions with jokes and a cocky attitude.
“I care about you too, Thomas,” I say, blinking water out of my eyes, and smile at him. “I remember the first night I saw you guys. I was so scared.”
“And here you are, naked in the shower with me.”
I laugh. “We’ve come a long way.”
“We have. And as shitty as this curse is…I’m glad I woke up to you.
” There are a million jokes he can make right now, but he brings his head down, resting his forehead against mine.
I close my eyes to keep water from splashing in them, and let out a breath, surrendering to him.
I’m completely vulnerable, but I trust him completely, just like I trust the others.
“I think I love you, Ace,” he whispers, and my heart skips a beat. No one has ever told me they loved me before. I hold onto him tighter, needing to feel every inch of him I can against me.
I’ve craved love, longed to be in a relationship with someone I can trust, someone I can be myself around. And now I finally am, but it’s not just with one person. And I love them all.
“I love you, too.”
He turns his head down and kisses me, and I start to get turned on all over again. The water doesn’t stay warm for long in this old house, so we get out before it turns cold.
After getting dressed in my PJs, I brush my teeth and climb into bed. Thomas gets in with me, holding me in his arms until I fall asleep, which happens in minutes.
I’m sound asleep when my phone rings. I left it downstairs, and the echo of my ringtone isn’t enough to wake me.
“Ace.” Jacques’s voice comes from the doorway. I sit up, blinking to adjust my eyes. It’s four-thirty a.m., the start of nautical twilight but not quite sunrise yet.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Your phone was ringing. I assume it’s work.”
“Oh, right.”
Jacques crosses the room and hands me the phone.
“Yep. That was work.” I call back, and the phone is answered right away.
“Detective Bisset,” the officer says. “Time to rise and shine. There’s been another murder.”