4. Cryptid Casanova #2
I gag, partly at her request, but mostly because I just sucked down some nut-flavored tea and now that the tapioca pearls are in my mouth and squishy, it’s kind of making me want to barf.
My eyes dart to the side as she eyes me with one brow raised. Judging me. I hesitate for only a minute before I open the lid on my cup and spit it back in, balls and all. A shiver runs down my spine, and I reach out to toss the cup in a trash can as we walk by.
Ryn lets out a giggle, and I feel a flush stain my cheeks.
“Seth, why did you ask me to a Boba place if you don’t like Boba?”
I take a deep breath and shake my head, “Just wanted to try something new.”
My mouth makes a smacking sound as I suck the taro flavor out of my tongue, “That was awful though. Definitely not the kind of nut and balls I want in my mouth.”
Ryn purses her lips around a smile, “I actually adore bubble tea, but I can agree I’d prefer your variety of nut and balls.”
Holy fuck. My whole face heats, and I purposefully avoid eye contact. She runs a hand up the inside of my arm, looping her hand around my bicep and pulling my gaze to hers. Mesmerizing grey eyes darken with a primal hunger, and I narrowly avoid tripping as I miss a step.
Is she actually flirting with me, or am I just projecting because I want her to be flirting with me? I can feel the magic under my skin swirl faster in agitated confusion. I shake my head to dispel the image of Ryn on her knees with her tongue out. Get it together, Seth! For fucks sake.
“Revoke the permit? But why?” My brows rise in confusion. “I had to trade a full mithril set on Spellcraft to get that permit through as fast as I did.”
A frown pulls down one side of my mouth as I remember how swiftly Hale, a gaming friend I’ve known forever, got me to fork over the set I spent months collecting.
He’s a troll who works in computer security, which means he knows exactly how to get around most security systems as well.
Like the one at the Guild’s permit processing building.
I signed her permit and submitted it, but it wouldn’t have gotten bumped up the list without Hale’s intervention. I wouldn’t need him to put a hold on a permit—I could do that easily myself, but future approval might be held up if the account gets flagged for a hold.
Ryn winces and wraps her hand tighter around my arm. Her thumb caresses my bicep, and I swallow thickly at the unfamiliar, but very welcome touch.
“It’s kind of a long story. My colleague is looking into a donor whom I very much do not want to work with. The permit being approved is a huge selling point. I’m hoping maybe if it’s held up for some reason—”
“You think the donor you don’t like will back out,” I finish for her. Smart. Sneaky, but smart.
“Yeah, at least, that’s what I’m hoping for. He’s not a good person—the donor. I know it’s shitty of me, please don’t judge me for it, but I just can’t.” She looks up at me with desperation in her eyes, and it undoes me. She could ask me to do just about anything with that look, and I’d do it.
“Okay,” I nod. “Can it wait til morning, or should I do it now?”
Her eyes get so wide I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself somehow, and I chuckle as she asks, “Now? You can do it now?”
I pull my phone out of my pocket with my free arm, not willing to let her go to do it with my dominant arm.
“I can log on remotely and have your permit blocked faster than you can turn me on.” As soon as it leaves my mouth, I wince. What the fuck, man? Come on.
That one wasn’t even on purpose—I would have said it to anyone; it’s just how I am. But in this context, with our short and rocky history, I really have to get a handle on my big mouth. I scrunch my nose and decide to just log in and do it; with any luck, she’ll just laugh it off.
I feel her pull away from my arm, and I try not to react as a crushing disappointment courses through my veins. She has every right to pull away. I’m fucking this up spectacularly, again. And we haven’t even gotten to the venue yet.
Something cold touches my stomach, and I gasp.
I look down to see Ryn’s hand under my shirt.
I can feel it pressed against my stomach, just above my belt.
I swallow hard and meet her eyes. I want to ask her what’s going on, but I can’t manage to get anything out.
Her cold little fingers are burning my flesh like fire, sending sparks to my nerves.
Luckily, she must be able to see the question in my glamour’s eyes, because she looks up at me through her long lashes and whispers, “Eh, eh, eh, no cheating. You said you could do it faster than I could turn you on. I call bullshit. On three, give it your best shot, but prepare for a boner.”
Merciful Death. A full body pang of lust runs through me like a pulse, and my dick instantly hardens.
I suck in a breath, but before I can say anything in response, she smiles lasciviously and says, “Three!”
Her hand, now warm from my body heat, pushes in against my stomach and squeezes past my waistband.
A guttural groan escapes my lips, and I look around quickly, too dumbstruck to do anything but stand around gaping like an idiot.
The sidewalk is blissfully empty, but I pull us back into the darkness of an empty storefront and raise my shadows.
If anyone looks in our direction now, at least they won’t see anything that’ll get us fined for indecent exposure.
“Seth, you’re not even trying!” Ryn is pouting when I look back at her, and fuck me sideways, her pout is ngh!
“I’m trying pretty hard not to come in my pants right now,” my voice comes out in a croak.
She pauses for a minute, and I watch the humor dance in her eyes before she snorts out a boisterous laugh. She nods to the forgotten phone in my hand before wiggling her fingers against my skin. The tips of them are only about an inch from the head of my painfully hard cock.
I’m breathing heavily as I force my eyes down to my phone and quickly finish logging into the system.
The state of my dick means she’s already won, but she seems intent on playing until I eat every single crumb of my unintentional attack on her seduction skills.
Ryn moves in closer, her platform boots putting her at almost the same height as me, as her free hand makes quick work of my belt, allowing her to explore more freely.
I curse in my head as my fingers hit the wrong keys.
I’m working with a handicap here. Not only am I very fucking distracted, but I’m also using my non-dominant hand.
Not that I don’t want Ryn to touch me, I do.
I really, really do—but I’m wearing a glamour.
My stomach churns with anxiety. I finally manage to log in and start to look up her permit.
I open my mouth to say something, but she leans in and runs her tongue up my neck. She pulls my skin into her hot mouth and sucks, and I wonder briefly if she can feel how excited I am through the pounding of my pulse point.
“Fuck, Ryn.” I moan and close my eyes against the onslaught of excitement. I haven’t been touched like this in such a long time, and it’s making me fucking stupid.
“With any luck, big boy.” She makes a breathy noise as her fingertips meet the head of my cock and slide through the pre-cum that’s been steadily leaking from my tip.
Ryn trails a finger down my shaft, and I wonder briefly if she feels the smooth skin of my glamour, or if she’ll be able to tell that my cock is not normal.
I’ve never tried anything sexual with a glamour on, and it’s not really something I’ve ever thought to ask. I bite my lip, not sure what to do with my conflicted mental space, and turn my attention back to the phone, quickly pulling up her permit.
Her slick hand wraps around my girth and squeezes, and my fucking eyes cross. I’m panting as I force myself to look and type in the code to put a hold on her permit. She strokes me once, twice, and ding! Oh, thank fuck.
I turn the phone around to show her. A little growl of protest comes from her lips, but she slowly—oh, so fucking slowly, pulls her hand from my pants. Even with the lack of light, I can see that her hand is glistening with my pre-cum.
I wince and move to take off my jacket for her to clean up with, but she holds eye contact with me as she licks her hand like a fucking cat in heat. I whimper. I can’t help it. I think I’m in love, actually.
She finishes licking her hand and takes a sip of her bubble tea before smiling brightly and leaning up to kiss my cheek.
“You gonna buckle up and lower your shadows so we can go clubbing, or should I put my drink down and take off your pants?” She tilts her head to the side and purses her lips, her eyes dancing as she teases me.
“Sorry! Shit, I’m sorry—just, yeah.” I fumble with my buckle and try to even my breathing as my shadows dissipate around us.
I flush and clear my throat, then offer her my elbow. She smiles again, and my heart thumps heavily against my chest as she slips her arm in mine.
“So, where exactly are you taking me?” Ryn’s voice is lighter than I’ve ever heard it, and I smile with a swell of pride.
I could get used to being the reason she gets all light and bubbly. I’m so fucked.