Chapter 13 Payback #2
Davarox groaned, shifting his hips so he could drag his hardness along the back of her thigh.
“Oh, baby.” He leaned down, gently pressing his teeth to a small spot he hadn’t yet covered with oil.
“Just think about it. Laz underneath you, that thick cock spreading you from the front as I drive into this tight little hole.”
Rosalind shivered underneath him, then whimpered as Dav lowered his nose toward the bed, between her legs, inching toward her cunt which was already glistening.
“Taking both our cocks at the same time. That idea really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck.” Her hips starting to squirm as he kept his mouth close to her. “Dav, please.”
“Behave,” he snapped, bringing his hand down to lightly slap her ass.
It wasn’t even close to a solid hit, but Rosalind squeaked and then let out a breathy moan that had Davarox jerking upright.
He stared down at her, eyes wide as shock skittered over his body and set him alight. It felt like the air was suddenly sucked from the room, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy and so fucking obsessed.
It was less than a second. Less than a second that he processed her noise, smiled, and then made his move.
He dove at her, hands squeezing her ass and lifting it with no trouble as his face pressed between her legs. His mouth met her wet center, tongue already parting and dipping in for that perfect taste.
Rosalind yelped at the sudden movement, hands quickly bracing against the bed before letting out a long and trembling whimper.
Dav was lost. Lost to her taste, to her sounds, to the feel of every part of her on his tongue and mouth and soul. He wasn’t gentle, sucking and lapping at everything she gave him without letting up. Even as her cries got louder, as the chant of his name on her lips wobbled, he couldn’t stop.
His hands were still on her ass, making sure she stayed spread open for him as she fought to close her legs at his torture. He slid his tail around her thigh. Inched toward that beautiful spot he’d discovered the first night. The difference between demons and humans.
At the first brush of his tail fin against her center, Rose jerked. Tensed. Tightened around his tongue sliding inside her heat.
Then he moved. A gentle circle and then pressure.
Rosalind screamed his name. She flooded his mouth with her taste, and Dav’s only regret was that he hadn’t thought to turn himself over and let her sit on his face.
But he didn’t ease off his touch, coaxing her through the trembling waves of her orgasm as he willed his cock not to burst in his pants.
Because he wasn’t done.
So when her body was only shaking with overstimulation, he pulled away. Grabbed her hips and flipped her.
Rosalind spread for him from behind was a sight, but it was nothing compared to the boneless spread of her underneath him.
Her cheeks were a bright pink, sweat dampening her brow and chest heaving.
Wavy hair fanned in every direction across his pillows, and Dav was struck by how perfect she looked.
Sated with a glow to her golden-brown skin.
She blinked, tongue poking out from her lips as her gaze dipped to the tent in his pants. “Do I get to taste you now?”
Davarox nearly came again. “Yeah, baby, but I’m taking something from Laz in the process.”
There was a slight furrow in her brow when he stepped off the bed and removed his pants. When he stood again, he smirked at the heat simmering in her eyes as she took in his length and the fins he couldn’t help flaring for her.
“Laz got to fill that pretty cunt first,” he said, fisting himself and kneeling on the bed again. “So it’s only fair I steal something from him in return.”
Dav crawled up her body, knees on either side of her ribs as he curled his hands into her chest band and tugged it down.
“I get to fuck these tits first.”
Maybe that was the moment he knew, though he wouldn’t admit the truth even to the shadowy parts of his mind. But when the pinch in her brow was replaced with dilated pupils and a slow-growing, wicked smile, there was no question.
He was forever ruined. And she was going down with him.
Rosalind’s hands went to either side of her chest, lifting her already perfect breasts. “He’s going to kill you.”
Dav lowered himself until his cock was nestled between them. “Worth it.”
As she pressed her tits together, he picked up a slow rhythm. Slow because he knew that this was not going to be a long, thorough process. He was already too close, already dripping and leaving a streak that made the slick glide between her breasts all the more incredible.
“Fuck,” she muttered, head alternating between thrown-back bliss and watching the tip poke out from between her breasts. Her fingers teased her nipples, still keeping just enough pressure around his cock to have him lingering on the crest of coming but not quite succumbing to the pleasure.
“These tits are so sexy, baby,” Dav groaned, watching her squeeze him. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you?”
There was no shame in her gaze as she looked up at him, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. “So much.”
“Gonna look so pretty covered in my cum,” he grunted, moving a little faster. “Only thing better would be tying Laz down and making him watch how much you fucking love this. How desperately you want me to paint you with my release.”
Underneath him, Rose was squirming. Nearly writhing as she pressed her tits tighter, pinched her nipples harder, sank into that pleasure.
Dav needed to see it. Feel it. His tail slid up the inside of her thigh, finding her soaked center with no challenge. He sank inside, pumping to the rhythm of his own thrusts between her breasts and adding to the slick sounds between them.
His tail fins weren’t as flexible as the ones on his cock, but it seemed that didn’t matter. As he drove into her cunt and between her breasts, he felt the first pulse of her orgasm. And with that, she lifted her chin and met his next thrust with her tongue.
He burst. Release coursed through him as ribbons of white landed in her open mouth, across her lips and cheeks and neck. And she was still crying out her second wave of pleasure, shaking under him as she caught everything he gave her. Called his name as she licked up everything within reach.
Davarox repositioned before he crushed her, then pressed his tongue to her sternum and licked a path up between her breasts. He didn’t care about the mess—his mess—as he crushed his mouth to hers.
Rose was grinning, clashing with his tongue between their hot breaths until he somehow managed to pull himself away.
“Fuck, baby. You are…” He held himself over her, smiling and shaking his head. “Fucking incredible.”
Kissing her forehead, he promised to return immediately. He soaked a cloth in warm water before cleaning her, then tossed it somewhere in the direction of the bathing chamber in favor of wrapping her up in his arms.
Rosalind shimmied against him, sighing into the pillow. “You and Lazerath really shouldn’t be so competitive.”
He held his breath.
“I don’t know if I’ll survive you both always trying to one up each other, but… what a way to go, right?”
The laugh that spilled from his chest was unfiltered and… terrified.
She was… perfect. Too perfect for him. Confident and raw, fiery and soft. A much better fit if he wasn’t a chain ready to drag everyone down around him.
“What a way to go,” he repeated, thankful she couldn’t see his face as he sank away.