Kassam crooks his fingers inside me and begins to rub. His mouth latches onto my clit again and I make a squawk that's part distress, part surprised arousal as he starts to work me again.
"You…" I begin, only to lose my train of thought as those fucking glorious fingers rub against my G-spot and my legs jerk in response. I let out a weak little cry, digging my hands into his thick, tangled hair once more and holding on for dear life as he works my pussy again. His fingers move faster, thrumming in and out of me with all the speed of a machine, even as his mouth works magic on my clit. I feel another orgasm tearing its way to the surface, and I let out an ugly little whine. "Need…you…"
Suddenly, Kassam's mouth is gone. I'm panting like I've run a marathon as he sets my leg down and surges to his feet. In the next moment, he has me bent over the counter, my tits pressed to the formica counter. There's nothing for my hands to grip and I flail uselessly as he pushes my thighs apart, his weight resting against the cleft of my backside. I hear the shift of fabric and in the next moment, he's pressing the hard, thick head of his cock into me. I'm so wet that he practically glides into my body, and I want to cry with the sheer relief of it.
Yes. God, yes.
He fucks me hard, grabbing my flailing hands and holding them behind my back with one hand, his other gripping my hip. I lose myself to the sensation as he rails me against the countertop, the wall thumping with the force of his thrusts. My pussy clenches around him over and over again, and I make these awful, squawking noises that I'll probably regret later, but it feels so good that I can't help myself, nor can I stop. I'm lost in the moment, and even though we've fucked a dozen times before now, today feels different. This feels different. The air is charged between us, and there's a strange tension that adds to the moment.
This time, when I come, my entire body seems to bow up, my legs leaving the ground as every muscle contracts. Kassam just fucks me harder, making these animalistic grunts as he uses my body for his own pleasure. I barely have time to catch my breath before he pulls out and rubs the head of his cock over my ass and thighs. Hot seed splashes over my skin in ropes, and I gasp for air, stunned, as he paints my backside with his release.
"Now," he breathes raggedly, rubbing some of the dribbles of cum into my ass as he touches me, "You're my wife."
18
By the time I have the courage to emerge from the back room, I've put everything in order again and done my best to straighten my hair and clothes. Luckily for me, my mother isn't around. She must have hightailed it out the moment she heard us “consummating” our marriage, so there's no walk of shame, at least.
She did leave a note on the counter, along with a stack of twenty-dollar bills.
Lock up when you leave, Carly. Get yourself a cab and call me later tonight to check in. I love you, pipsqueak. XOXO Mom
Thank god. She's the best. I feel better knowing she wasn't listening to me getting nailed for the last half hour. Full of affection, I tuck the note into my pocket, along with the money, and pick up the landline phone she has behind the counter. Then, I hesitate. "If I call a cab, where do we go?"
Kassam pulls his wild hair back into another thick, messy knot atop his head. I must have pulled it all free when he was going down on me, and the realization makes me blush hard. His movements are all satisfied and languid as he moves to my side. "What is a cab?"
Oh, right. "A car that will pick us up and take us somewhere." I shrug. "My question is…where? Where is safe for us?"
"So…I have been thinking this morning."
Great. I can only imagine. While I was whining that he needed to fuck me harder, he was contemplating our situation. I try not to let that hurt my feelings too much. Maybe gods can multitask while screwing. I certainly can't. "Go on."
Kassam moves to stand next to me, and he smells like sex, which makes my body perk up again. It takes everything I have not to lean in and just…rub myself all over him. "If whoever is stalking us is a god, do you truly think that hiding at a candy store—"
"—corner store," I interrupt. "It's a corner store."
He shrugs, and I can't stop tracking his movements with my hungry gaze. I wonder if I knocked a crystal off somewhere. "Regardless, do you think some harsh lighting and a change of scenery will stop a god who wants to confront us?" When I wince, he reaches out and runs his thumb along my jaw. "We have two choices, my little light."
I kinda hate that everything he's saying makes sense. "Go on, I'm listening."
"We can continue to try and run, knowing that the gods will approach us when they please…" His thumb strokes my skin thoughtfully.
"Or?"
"Or we confront them head on. We go back to your dwelling, we greet whoever is waiting, and we see what they want."
I groan, because I know he's right. "And what if they want to kill us and like, obliterate us from existence?"
Kassam's thumb skates across my lower lip, sending heat through my body. "You think they would wait for us to approach, then? Why would they not do it now? I do not think they seek that. I do not know what they seek, but I do not think it is our doom."
"Maybe it's another goddess that wants to marry you," I point out, letting my tongue brush against his fingertip. "And she's going to be pissed to find out I beat her to it."
He laughs at that. "High Father forbid. The last thing I need is females fighting over my carcass. One unnecessary wife is enough."
I bite his thumb.
Kassam doesn't pull away, though. His eyes only grow that smoky, dark silver with arousal, and the look he gives me is even more heated than before. If this continues, we're going to return to that back room and go for round two, and while my thighs quiver with joy at the thought, I know we can't stay here. If something dangerous is following us, I don't want to lead it to my mother.
"You think this is wise, then? To confront whoever—or whatever—this is?"
"Wise?" He chuckles, dropping his hand. "Oh no. We are long past wise options, my little light. We are just going for the ones we have left."
Fair enough. "Let's get it over with, then. But if I die, I'm coming back through time and space to haunt your ass."
Kassam tosses his head back and laughs, delighted at my crankiness.
Our cab driver is so besotted with Kassam that I could pay him nothing and he wouldn't care. Even so, I'm starting to feel like a freeloader, so I make sure he's paid well and apologize a dozen times for the fact that we have no shoes. When we get to my building, I inwardly cringe at the sight of all the overgrown vines crawling up the side of the building directly up to my window. I guess we're not exactly hiding Kassam's location. That's practically a flashing sign right there.
We pause outside the building and I look over at Kassam. He nods at me. "Still there, whoever it is."
A knot of worry forms in my belly. "You can feel it?"
"Oh, yes." He closes his eyes. "Pulsing like a dark heart. You cannot?"
I have to admit, I'm still a little dazzled by Kassam and his nearness. The sex we had a short time ago feels as if it cracked me open. There was something different to our coming together, something a little more raw and needy, a little more intense. I'm still reeling from it, and as he takes my hand in his, I ache with need. "All I feel is you," I say, voice breathless. "You're a little distracting."