Chapter 35 – Vale
HUNGRY TRICKS
VALE
Gramps is calling before I’m fully seated in the car. “Hello,” I answer, smiling. I put the call on speaker. “Congratulations!” his and another voice yell. I don’t recognize it though.
“Thank you! Who’s that with you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should’ve introduced myself before now. I’m Lais Byron. I’m Oliver’s mother.” Her accent is much different from Oliver’s, it’s much thicker and very British. I look over at Oliver and see his shoulders stiffen.
“Well, I’ve heard so many nice things about you,” I lie, and Oliver smirks. “It’s nice to hear your voice. I’m sure we’ll meet soon.”
“I doubt you’ve heard much about me at all, but I’ve heard a lot about you.” Her words make Oliver blush. He told his mom about me. I wonder what he said.
“Hello,” Oliver butts in. “You two can get acquainted some other time. Vale and I are going out to celebrate.”
Gramps is chuckling in the background. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you, Gramps. I love you.” I give Oliver a dirty look, eyeing my phone. “Oliver tell your mother you love her,” I growl.
Lais and Gramps start laughing again. Are they drunk? It’s only three o’clock.
“I love you, Mother,” he groans with an irritated look on his face.
“Love you too, son.” There’s a hitch in her voice, making me think she’s trying not to laugh. Why would she laugh at Oliver saying he loves her? Not sure I like this Lais so much.
“What’s the plan? Where are you two headed?” Gramps asks.
Oliver pipes in. “Same plan as before, I imagine, unless Vale wants to do something else.” He looks at me. “Downtown, food, shopping.”
“Vale, your Gramps is currently getting drunk with me. So take your time. Stay out late, have fun, be young and stupid. We’re being young and stupid, right, Nicholas.”
“That we are, Lais. That we are,” Gramps says, and I’m surprised. “Have fun.” They hang up abruptly. What on earth?
“Should I be worried about Gramps hanging out with your mom?” I wish I was joking, but I’m not. Lais is a Lilu.
He says one word, “Definitely,” then laughs. “She won’t hurt him, but I’d be lying if I didn’t point out that she has an effect on people. They can’t help themselves with her around. Her draw is a lot stronger than my own.”
“What do you mean by her draw?”
“You know what I’m talking about. It’s why you’re attracted to me. It’s the Lilu magic. We are undeniably attractive. We ooze sex. We seduce. It’s like some sort of innate magic.”
I don’t believe it was magic that attracted me to him.
“If you had no magic at all. I’d still be attracted to you, Oliver.
You’re physically very beautiful. But if I was blind, I’d still like you because you make me smile.
I enjoy being around you. It may have been your magic first, but I don’t think that’s what it is now. It’s more than that.”
Oliver stares at the windshield, jaw tight. I know he wants this between us to be real. He doesn’t want it to be his magic, his draw. I hope he believes me.
“Okay, tell me what you want to do? Let’s be impulsive,” I tell him.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I think you should tell me. We can go downtown like we’d planned, but you realize it was all a ruse for your surprise.”
“Wanna runaway together?”
Oliver turns to me, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s run away, find a hotel, and spend every second wrapped up in each other.”
“Are you trying to seduce me?” he asks with a smirk.
“Always,” I say with a smile and heated cheeks. “Make love to me,” I beg. “I need you. I don’t want anything else.”
He breathes deep, closing his eyes as if he’s considering it.
“When I make love to you for the first time, it needs to be somewhere we can get lost in each other, no distractions. I want you in my bed. I want to be able to do anything to you. I want to share ourselves completely. I’m willing to, tonight even, but we need to be prepared for it. ”
“Let’s go get condoms then,” I blurt out, then start laughing nervously, holding my hand up to cover my mouth.
Oliver starts the car and drives out of the parking lot before I can get my seat belt on.
He turns into an alley behind a nearby shopping center and slams the car into Park.
My eyes get huge as he slides his seat back, then starts to unbutton his pants.
He reaches inside his pants and pulls his cock out. What’s gotten into him?
“I want you to look at my cock.”
I look around at the empty alley, then look back at it.
He’s not even fully erect. My mouth waters as I take in the ruddy head and the flared crown.
I don’t know if it’s because we're in daylight or because my brain hasn’t turned into mush yet from his touch, but this is the first time I notice that Oliver is circumcised.
I lean closer, across the console, studying it in the light.
“What am I supposed to be seeing?”
He grabs his shaft and pumps it once. It starts to grow. “Do you see how big I am? I want you to know what you’re asking when you beg me to make love to you.”
I’ve seen porn before, Kat showed me, so I’ve seen dicks, but none of them looked like this. None of them were as thick or rigid as his. They weren’t as long. There’s something very different about his, almost as if it seems more alive, more everything. I want to taste him.
I lick my lips and lean down to lick the tip.
He tastes like salt, lust, and a unique sweetness I can’t place.
I open my mouth wide to take it inside, but his hand grabs the back of my head and lifts me up to look at him.
I’m breathing hard, my mouth hanging open as he looks at me like I’m in trouble. I want to be in trouble.
“I didn’t ask you to suck my cock. My point is I’m not small. You need to understand what you’re asking for. I could hurt you the first time.” His left hand comes up, and he points his index finger at me. “You barely took this, baby. Now look at my cock.”
I look at that long finger and smile brazenly. That night was amazing. He made me bleed with that finger. He made me come so hard with it. Then I look at his cock and the only thought that flies through my mind is if his finger felt that good, his cock is going to be that much better.
I lick my lips, hypnotized by what I’m seeing. “I’m hungry,” I gasp when his hand tightens in my hair. I lick my lips again, staring up into his eyes. “Give it to me.”
His chest rises with a deep inhale as he studies my eyes, my mouth. “Fucking hell, woman, not here. I want you to understand. I need time to get your body ready for me. I want you to be able to take me without pain. I can’t just stick it inside you. I want it to feel good.”
“Yes, you can. You can do it right now. I could lift my hips, straddle you, and impale myself on it. I’d be riding you in less than a minute.
That’s what I think.” Part of me actually believes what I’m saying.
Another part thinks I’m a crazy woman who needs to shut her mouth before I do something stupid.
He lets my hair go. Shadows swirl around the green in his eyes. They’re both there, the man, the beast. I want them both. “If you’re so confident, get up there and take it.”
He’s trying to trick me, but that foolish confidence from yesterday fills me. I smile like I’ve won some type of award. “Alright.”
In the passenger seat, I lift my skirt, then grab my panties and pull them down, sliding my sandals off.
He watches my every move while he lifts his hips and pulls his pants down a little more.
When I look back at him, he’s breathing hard, his lips parted.
His pupils are blown out wide, and they’re almost hiding the bright green of his eyes.
I climb onto his lap, tossing the panties into the passenger seat and rucking my skirt up. “We don’t have a condom,” I point out.
“We don’t need one.”
“Why not?” I ask. I don’t want to have a baby right now, I don’t know if I ever will.
“Lilu carry no human diseases and the odds of me impregnating you is very low. Immortals don’t breed as easily as mortals, we’re not meant to.”
“Okay,” I say, accepting the explanation quicker than I probably should. But I want this, him. It’s all I can think about.
He raises his palms to my backside, pulling me forward against his chest. One of his hands comes between us, under my skirt. He slides the tip of his finger through my wet slit and growls again. “Fuck, baby, you get so wet for me. You’re dripping,” he says with heated eyes.
He pulls his fingers up in front of him. We both zone in on the glossy wetness he moves between his fingertips. It’s glistening like honey. He brings them up to my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
He rubs my own fluid against my lips, then slides his index and middle finger against my tongue. I grab his wrist and close my lips over his fingers as I watch his reaction. I suction them into my mouth, then stroke my tongue over them, tasting my slick and his skin.
Oliver’s cock is fully hard now and it hits my pussy with a thump.
I smile around his fingers. He yanks them out of my mouth.
He crushes his lips against mine, licking around my lips, tasting me, stealing my honey back.
It’s sexy the way he loves tasting me. It makes me growl like an animal, like he does.
He uses his free hand to hold his cock steady under me. “Are you ready to take it?” He smirks. He’s so hot when he’s smirking like a prick.
I don’t say a word, but I feel for his hand below me, then I lower my hips against him. His cock is there, the tip sliding against me. I rock my hips a little because I’m not exactly sure how to line us up.
Oliver is still smirking. I bite my bottom lip as I press my hips down.
He adjusts his cock, so we’re lined up better, and I feel the squishy tip pushing through.
It makes my limbs shake. I sink down a little more and the flared head makes me swallow hard as I clamp my teeth together.
Oh, my God, he feels so big, and I question my actions for the first time since he told me I could do this.