Chapter 13 Envy #2
“Why the sudden interest? Hoping to compare yourself?”
“It depends. Did you like fucking me?” He looms so far that her calves scissor apart once more. “Bending your ass for me?” Then he snatches her ankles and juts her forward, spearing her thighs wide and stepping farther into the vent. “Spreading your cunt around me?”
Like a brushfire, her skin pebbles. “You know I did,” she confesses with a grudge.
“Hmm. I know you bounced on my cock like a rabbit in heat, came like a comet, and then evacuated the premises like a vestal virgin. That’s what I know.”
“You had your fun. I didn’t leave you hanging.” She holds up her hand before he can open his filthy, well-stocked mouth. “Bad choice of words.”
“Trust me, I wasn’t hanging.”
“You relieved tension.”
“What about the aftershocks? That’s what I’d like to know.”
“So this is about you.”
“But of course,” Envy says without preamble. “I’m a god.”
What else is there to say? Self-congratulation is underrated in mortals, not deities. Certainly it’s about validation, and of course he wants verification of his prowess. There’s no other reason. It has nothing to do with how she internalizes the experience for herself. That’s her business.
So why is he curious about her ideas of intimacy and whether she yearns for it? Why is he eager to find out how deeply he can push that button?
And why the fuck is he desperate to know the sounds she’d make if he found that button? If he tapped his finger against it lightly, teasing that spot and prolonging the buzz.
Dense air radiates from the split of Sorrow’s legs, her thighs flanking his hips.
Because mere inches divide the most controversial, misbehaving parts of their anatomy, Envy’s head levitates, taking his senses with it.
More drastic, his dick swells from balls to crown at the thought of skimming her clit until she’s in agony, begging for things she can’t name.
Her cries would drown out this enclave, ringing louder than the cascades, the mutinous sounds charging through his veins like electric currents.
They’ve done everything short of kissing, yet it’s as if they’ve done nothing. Fair enough, since they’d never surpassed anything sexually clinical. Every groan, every pump of his cock, and every stream of cum had been transactional.
But there had been moments, incidents in which he’d taken her hand and skirted his mouth across her knuckles. One time, Sorrow responded by calling him an idiot. Yet she had tucked her face behind her hair and almost smiled.
Almost. Like earlier, when they were ensconced beside the lagoon.
Envy gives a start, realizing his fingernails have sunk into a low branch draping across the boulder. A crack now runs through the bark from the pressure of his grip, the bough’s width at least three inches in radius.
If Sorrow notices his overreaction, she doesn’t make an issue of it. Instead, the goddess shimmies off the rock and saunters past him. “I’d rather not know what I’m missing.”
Challenge accepted. Envy snatches her arm, cutting off the retreat. Yanking her backward, he hauls Sorrow into his torso fast enough to give the female whiplash, his abdomen flush with her rigid spine.
Trapping her against him, he grazes his mouth over her jaw, his molten voice licking across her skin. “I can prove you wrong.”
Sorrow tenses, heavy pants chuffing from her lungs. “If you had been any good in the first place, you would’ve already done that.”
So much for keeping things light. Envy swings her around.
“I know a plethora of immortals who would testify to the contrary, but no matter. Hear this, my nymph. I gave you the perfunctory fuck you wanted and the superficial release we both needed. I tried to indulge in more, but I’m not about to squander my talents on someone who doesn’t appreciate it. ”
“I thought the God of Envy could seduce anyone.”
“He can. He has.” Envy grins to his best advantage, knowing which kind of sass will infuriate her the quickest. “You put out, didn’t you? I wasn’t imagining your cunt strapped around my dick, every wet inch smearing me to the sac.”
She opens her mouth, but he sets a finger against it, no longer in the frame of mind to be magnanimous but in every mood to attack.
“If you’d been more advantageous, I might have engaged.
But now, I’m seeing things clearly. From your lackluster attitude about pleasure, I’m guessing you haven’t been exposed to that many examples.
You may have opened your pussy for others, you may have rutted with me, but you know shit about sensuality.
You’ve only grasped the mechanics of a stiff cock, not the exquisite suffering of rapture just out of reach.
And yet, now you’re accusing me of blowing smoke.
Don’t give yourself airs, little goddess.
If you had been worth the effort instead of a disappointment, I would’ve known.
Like you said, it was just a bit of fun.
I had no one else with whom to lower my standards. ”
Sorrow sucks in a haunted breath. Those gray lips part in shock, her chin wobbling.
Fuck. That went too far.
To a small degree, they’ve talked about feeling pain. But they haven’t scratched the surface, and they definitely haven’t broached the subject of giving pain.
That’s what this moment is. That’s what turns Envy’s stomach.
This is the pain of hurting someone. And now he knows what that feels like.
In addition to the slap that follows.