His jaw lined tensed up. “I got tested before they let me out of prison, and I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
I shook my head in small ‘no’s.’ “Creatures like us can’t get diseases, and, even if Ethel’s spell is no longer working, I am really only fertile during the solstice or the hunt. It is not that at all.”
He pushed my knees on the bed, but I wasn’t making it easy on him.
“I lost a bet, okay.”
He raised both eyebrows.
I closed my eyes. “Fine. Take off my panties, but please don’t laugh.”
He didn’t waste time. The second I gave him permission, I felt my panties being pulled down. I knew I looked ridiculous and blushing so bad I was sure I could glow in the dark. I peeked one eye open. He was looking down at my wax job, but not did not say one word.
“I lost a bet, and this is what Ethel made me do.”
He finally looked me in the eyes. “I never thought waxing the shape of a heart would be so sexy.” He opened my knees and settled between my legs, his mouth just inches away from the heart. “Glad to know you’re a natural redhead.”
He ran a finger in between my wet folds. Still looking me in the eyes, he said, “For not trusting how I would react, we are going to play a game. Guess what letter I am spelling, and I will reward you. I will take something away if you are wrong.”
I forgot what he was talking about when his mouth and tongue moved over my clit. He stopped moving and looked up at me. “If you don’t answer at all, I will stop and we go pick up Ethel.”
He moved again. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel the sensation. I got it.
“A.”
I guess I was correct because he slid one finger into me, twisting my natural fluids all around.
He moved his tongue again.
“B.”
He slid a second finger in, spreading me out a little farther.
This time he hit me with multiple letters.
“V. I. O.” I stopped talking for a second on the ‘O,’ because that one almost did me in. “L. E. T.”
“Violet.” I somehow managed to say as my toes were curling up.
He curled his two fingers up and began using a come here motion. He was hitting me deep, warming my body from the inside out. Since my hands were still tangled on the bedpost, I couldn’t grab his hair. Instead, I curled my fingers into my palm, probably making myself bled.
He circled his tongue again in rhythm to his fingers.
“O.”
He took his other hand and slid it under my bra. He managed to both massage my breast and pinch my nipple at the same time.
“O.” I screamed this time. I was almost there.
“O.”
He managed to rip the most intense spasms out of me physically possible. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I could only lay there and feel my muscles contracting. I was always an active participant, but I could tell by the smile on James’ face as he climbed up my body, he enjoyed that as much as I did.
He slowly pushed himself in while my body was still twitching. I was more preoccupied with the pleasure of the orgasm than tensing for the sheer size of him.
“You ready?” he asked once he was all the way seated in me.
Ready for what?
Chapter Seventeen
James
I almost wanted to laugh as her purple eyes grew wide with anticipation. I knew I’d always been a good lay. It was one area I’d never lacked confidence in. But there was something vulnerable about her too that’d I’d never seen in dozens of lovers. The word ‘creature’ and then the words ‘like us’ fucked with my head as I pushed into her, refusing to give it more thought. If this chick was going to call me an animal, I was determined to show her one.
I held nothing back as I thrust into her, even bending into her to bite her nipples as she came in long, shaky waves.
“Oh, Honey! James!” she squealed as she tried to clench her legs and use the force of her thighs to knock me back.
“J.T.,” I growled into her ear, bearing down harder and stopping only to give myself better traction.
With one hand on the hotel headboard and the other bent to keep my weight off her, I breathed in a long breath of her – lavender and Ivory soap. As her screams turned to moans and legs began to quiver, I finally pulled back, but not off. Instead, I moved slowly down her body, stopping first to kiss her throat, and finally pulled out of her.
“Jesus.”
I had no interest either a conversation nor a review. Violet might have thought it was over but I’d only just begun. Kneeling between her thighs, I looked down at her, pressing my index finger to my lips and grinning. Then, before she could do much more than try to prop herself up on the pillows, I grabbed her with each hand by the hips, pulling her body tight to my own.
With my left hand, I untangled her hands from the headboard and bent her leg and quickly flipped her over. With a grip on her hips, I pulled her up to me before finally landing a—smack!—on her ass.
It was show time. And in spite of her protests, the way she waved her ass at me told me all I needed to know. It was no longer time for alphabet soup or making love. If I was a creature and she was too, it was time to figure the fuck out what we were made of.
I gave myself—or my dick really—the usual pep talk. The fuck I’d let prison and being away from women this long fuck me up. Sexual confidence was never something I’d lacked. Even with Jenn, who I’d at some point grown bored with, I could always perform. Violet would be no different.
As I started right back in on her, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. With her cheeks flushed and makeup smudged across the white pillow case, she finally looked like the girl next door. It only made me want her more.
My breaths came in quick spurts. Her moans came quicker. But she’d finally stopped protesting and had found a way to manage to meet my rhythm. It felt amazing to be inside of her and took everything in me not to lose it too fast. The perfect, heart-shaped silhouette of her ass, the way her long strawberry blond hair stuck to her back, the way her tits bounced with each stroke: all of it was just – meant to be I guess.
It was in that moment I realized Mistress Pain might have gotten something right. I’d been with my share of women but nothing was like the fit of Violet beneath me and, frankly, fucking right back. At least in this way, we had been created for each other.
My cock throbbed inside her, threatening to go over the edge. I slowed my pace and reached around to play with her pussy. Quickly moving to her clit, I used three fingers to make firm circles as she tried to pull away again.
Oh hell no. Not so fast. You’ve been teasing me too long now. It’s my turn now, Honey.
When her yelps turned to long, deep moans, I knew I had her again and rammed into her harder, deeper.
“Oh. My. God. Jamessssss,” she purred.
Now who’s the cat?
Her whimpers only drove me deeper.
“Here’s to us!”
“What the fuck?”
“Sorry, that’s my phone, ignore it. Keep going...” Violet panted.
Only Violet would have a Halestorm ringtone. In a way, I was proud of her. I’d pictured her as a Katy Perry fan. I could see her dancing around in some purple tutu with matching glitter singing about how she was a firework and how she wanted to light the sky or some shit.