Chapter 23 #3
He licked his lips, his gaze locked on her cunt.
She trimmed, but never waxed, and noticed that he was similarly groomed.
Robbie smiled at her and she smiled back, too horny to function, too hungry to do anything but come to her knees, resting her forearms on the middle seat and leaning in, her ass in the air, her weeping cunt visible to anyone who might happen to walk past the car.
But she wasn’t worried. They were alone.
“Nadja,” Robbie said, his voice tight. “You don’t have to—”
She licked a stripe up the side of his cock.
She’d never done this before. She’d given more hand jobs than she cared to remember.
Those were a low-stakes way to feed. Quick energy without really having to give anything of herself.
When she’d been in college, first banished to her human body and learning how to manage her very inhuman needs, hand jobs had been her bread and butter.
Snacks. But she’d never done this, never licked to soft skin of a cock, never tasted the mix of sweat and skin and soap scent that lingered after a shower.
Robbie was motionless, frozen, his hands held in midair as if he were afraid she’d stop if he so much as twitched a muscle.
“Is this okay?” she asked, horrified that it might not be.
“I just don’t—”
“You don’t want it?”
He closed his eyes, sucked in a breath. “Nadja, I could die right now with my cock against your cheek like that, and I’d be the happiest fucker ever to leave this earthly plane. But I don’t want it if you don’t want it.”
“I want it,” she said quickly. “I’ve just never done this before.”
“Never?”
“Never,” she repeated. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
The irony of that struck her for the first time.
She had brought thousands of men to climax via the internet and telephone.
She had engaged in hundreds of hookups where she never learned their names.
She had dream-walked, been the inspiration for countless sleeping emissions.
But she’d never done something so intimate as this.
This wasn’t about feeding. Not anymore. This was about Robbie. This was about her.
Maybe, if she’d allow herself to consider it, this was about them.
He rested a gentle hand on the back of her head. “Take it inside your mouth,” he commanded softly.
She did, closing her lips around his head and sliding them down his length, slipping her tongue back and forth against the underside of him as she did, rising back up and feeling how much easier it felt the wetter he became from her mouth.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on her.
She did it again, descending slowly down his length, tonguing him as she went, and then rising.
Again and again she moved, relishing his sharp inhales and muttered curses, the way his hand flexed in her hair.
She took him deeper, gagging once before figuring out how to relax her throat.
Not enough to take him in, but enough for him to touch, to brush against, enough to swallow against his head and make him shout with surprise.
The smell of his funnel cake-laced arousal rolled off of him, and she sucked it down with the same desperation that she did his cock, feeling stronger than she’d ever felt, wondering if there was a cap on how much energy she could hold or if the limit did not exist.
“Nadja, Nadja, fuck, Nadja,” he babbled, pushing her shoulders upright so she knelt next to him. Her lips felt swollen and hot, mirrored almost exactly by how her cunt felt.
“Was it bad?”
“Fuck no,” he said, shaking his head back and forth against the headrest. “It was amazing, but if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, I had to make you stop.”
“I don’t want you to come in my mouth,” Nadja said.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth either, baby. Not this time.”
They looked at each other, and Nadja couldn’t help but feel younger than she was. Like this was a first time. It wasn’t, and yet it was.
“Come here, Doc,” he said and she went to him, sliding a leg over so that she sat on his thighs.
“Closer,” he said, and she scooted forward until she felt the heat of him.
“Closer,” he whispered, and she looked down, down to where he was pressing the base of his cock forward, angling it toward her.
She rose up onto her knees, felt the tip of him grazing through the delicate tissues of her sex, felt him pressing against the very core of her.
“Closer, baby,” he said, his lips against her ear.
She sank down, slowly. So slowly because she didn’t want to miss a millimeter of this feeling, of him.
His hands were on her hips now, but he didn’t push.
He didn’t thrust up either, even though his jaw was clenched and his throat muscles stood out in relief from the softer parts around them, a pillar of restraint.
She was so slick, so ready for him, that he glided in without resistance. She held her breath, unable to breath, really, as she did what he asked, as she came closer, until she reached the bottom, until he was sheathed all the way inside of her.
“Is this enough?” she asked him, breathless.
“Never,” he growled before his lips crashed against hers.