Chapter 4
Chapter four
Nyx
Becky stepped into my space, and electricity pulsed through me stronger than ever.
This place was my sanctum, my safety, my solace, and normally, I didn’t invite people back with me.
However, the natural way we clicked, the vibes I got from her, and her sheer enthusiasm and vulnerability were all the indications I needed to take the leap.
She wandered over to the pictures on the walls and stroked the frames with her fingertips.
“Where did you get this art? It’s gorgeous.”
My collection was a smattering of gothic art I’d found over the years and personal creations, and all of it filled me with such joy whenever I entered my home that I continued to add more and more pieces over the years. “I can get you the names of the artists.”
She paused on one of my pieces, a bloody heart entwined with metal spikes. “And this one?”
“Mine,” I admitted, a prickle coursing over my skin. People came to see me daily to get my art on their skin, but somehow showing my private drawings to Becky stripped me down in a way that surprised me.
“Fuck, you’re so talented.” Those words caressed my heart, soothing my nerves as soon as they’d started. “I know you’re an artist, but it keeps surprising me to see your work in real life.”
“The No Regrets sampling wasn’t showcasing my skill,” I joked, trying to off-play how much her comment meant. They hit differently, coming from the girl I was wildly attracted to.
“Okay, so, wine?” She glanced around the room as if she still absorbed the details.
“Sure thing.” I meandered to my kitchen, where I opened my wine cabinet. “What’s your preference?”
“Dry whites. Yours?”
“Sweet wines. Like, tooth-achingly sweet.”
Her eyes widened, and I reveled in her response. I loved throwing people for a loop, delivering the unexpected. When they saw me, they thought tough and growly, and I liked my prickles because they stabbed out anyone shitty. But once people got to know me, they realized fast I was a total sap.
And I wanted this girl to know all of me. Fucking terrifying and exhilarating in the same breath.
“How about we compromise with a semisweet white.” I uncorked a bottle from Star and Moon Winery, a local spot. They did a great job with blends, and I’d been to too many tastings.
“That sounds perfect.”
I passed her a glass and then poured one for myself. Before I could take a sip, the sight of her glossy lips stopped me still. Ngh. My clit thickened at the sight of the perfectly pink curve of her lips, how lush and fucking decadent they’d been to taste.
“So, how come you don’t have any pets?” she asked. We stood mere inches away, the air vibrating with tension from our proximity. I wanted to close the space and taste the wine on her lips, but I understood her question had weight. I sucked in a breath. This wasn’t a topic I visited often.
“It’s been a year since my cat Luna passed away. She was only seven, and I thought we’d have a lot longer together.”
Even speaking her name out loud sent a little dagger through my heart.
“Oh fuck. I get it. Was she your ‘one’?” Becky took another sip of wine. Her lips grew darker and that much more tempting.
“Oh hell yeah. Total salty soulmate. She got me through the roughest parts of my twenties. When I cried, she used to shit in my shoes.”
A laugh exploded from Becky. “What the fuck? Trying to distract you?”
“Mmhmm. She’d curl up with me for hours after, but I think she just tried to get the tears to stop in whatever way she could.”
“God, that’s amazing. My Bast is fifteen now, and she’s been judging me for years on all my terrible life choices.” Becky gave me a wry little smile. “I know it might seem odd, but that tidbit about Luna makes you hotter.”
“Yes, yes, talking about dead pets is the latest aphrodisiac.” Fuck, I’d let my dark humor out to play. However, Becky just laughed, and my heart did cartwheels.
“The fact that you care about animals,” she said. “I see a lot of ugly shit in my line of work, so it tends to be a bit of a litmus test for human decency.”
“I fucking get that. Also…hotter?”
She gave me an arch look. “Of course you’re hot. Why do you think I’m here?”
“Uh, my sparkling personality.”
“If Kevin wasn’t an indicator, I’m bad at personality gauges. But so far, you’re funny, you’re kind, and yeah, you’re fucking hot.” The plain way she stated the words, combined with the heat in her gorgeous blue eyes, sparked my insides to life. I was burning up, and she was the ice water I craved.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty I could devour you whole,” I said, my voice growing low as I forgot to pitch it.
Her cheeks grew pink, and her lips parted in this perfect o. “I want that.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I closed the slim space between us and kissed her.
Electricity flared through me at the connection, at the wine on her lips mingling with her sweetness.
She trembled in my arms, and her responsiveness lit me up inside.
I wanted to taste her all over, to kiss and caress every inch of her skin.
I threaded my fingers into her glossy waves and gave a light tug.
She moaned against my mouth, and I tangled my tongue with hers, enjoying the sensation.
When we pulled apart, both of us were gasping for breath.
“Want to take this to my bedroom?” I asked.
“Only as long as you don’t tell people I romanced you by talking about dead pets.”
Fuck me, I was in love.
“Promise, baby girl. I don’t kiss and tell.
” I grabbed her hand and led her up the steps toward my bedroom, my heart hammering in time with our footsteps.
When we reached the door, I nudged it open and flicked the light on with my free hand.
This was the part that always got a little nerve-racking with a new partner, but I’d gotten used to being upfront.
If people were shitty, they could find the door.
“So.” I guided her hand down. “I like my clit or girl dick played with and sucked, and I’m also a slut for penetration. I don’t have the toys to prep for it tonight, but if you ever want to strap me in the future? Please sink into my needy hole.”
“Oh, holy fuck.” She blinked at me. “I’ve never even considered that, but strapping you sounds so ridiculously hot.”
Goddamn, had I won the jackpot? “What do you like? What are your preferences?”
She licked her lips. “You know, no one’s ever asked me that.”
Internally, I raged. This woman deserved to be worshipped in whatever damn way she liked.
“I don’t prefer penetration, I think,” she said. “It feels okay, but I never come from it.”
“You more of a clit girl? Want me to suck and lick your pretty clit until you scream?”
Becky’s nostrils flared, lust enlarging her pupils. “Fuck yes, please.”
“Why don’t you strip for me and lie on my bed, then.” Lust was flowing through me. My clit pushed at the fabric of my panties, and god, I wanted to see her splayed out for me.
“Want to peel my dress off for me?” Becky passed me a coy look.
My blood pumped hot. “Hell yeah.”
She’d ditched my leather jacket in the kitchen, so all she wore was that stunning little pink dress, and I couldn’t wait to unwrap her.
I stepped up behind her, unzipped the back of the dress, and brushed my fingers over her bare back.
A shiver rolled through me. The straps fell off her shoulders like descending petals, and the fabric pooled around her feet, leaving her in those strappy shoes, pale pink panties, and a matching bra.
The contrast of the pink against her smooth, tanned skin was delicious.
I ran my finger around the band of her bra, loving the way her breath hitched.
“How about I take this off too?” I said, my lips brushing against her neck. “I bet you have the prettiest nipples.”
“Please,” she moaned.
I unsnapped the bra, and it tumbled to the ground as well.
Her tits were sheer perfection, soft and creamy, with flushed pink nipples.
My mouth watered at the sight, and I reached around to hold them.
The heavy weight in my hands turned me on even more.
My whole body burned, and I was desperate to slide against her skin to skin.
I kneaded her tits, and she let out a desperate moan.
“How about these panties?” I asked. “Are they soaked?”
I drew one hand down to cup her pussy, right between her thighs.
The moisture there sent a bolt of lust through me.
Holy fuck. She was so damn hot. I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I shimmied the waistband down her ample hips, and she brushed her ass back against my clit.
I sank my teeth into her shoulder, letting her rub herself on me as much as she wanted.
Her panties dropped to the floor, but she still ground her lush ass cheeks against my clit, and zings of pleasure rushed right through me.
“Okay, gorgeous,” I said. “Go spread out for me on my bed.”
Becky glanced back at me, those dark lashes fluttering. “Can I see you too?” The earnestness in her voice struck me square in the heart.
“Yeah, beautiful.” I drew away from her and peeled off my lace overshirt and black bra. The cool air against my nipples had them growing even harder, tighter. They were still so sensitive, ever since I started estrogen, and I had grown obsessed with the sensation.
She climbed onto the bed, stretching out like she belonged there.
Her blonde waves covered my black sheets, her tanned, lithe body sprawled out, and her pussy glistened, the wetness darkening her blonde thatch of curls.
Fuck, I wanted to taste her, lap her up until she screamed.
Her long lashes fluttered as she stared at me, the heat in her gaze spurring me onward.