Page 36 of By the Fae

“Yes, but you can keep it on for now if you feel more comfortable.”Because I’ll pop off if you remove it now.

“What about my glasses?”

“Can you see without them?”

“Not well.”

“Then leave them on. I want your eyes on me.”

She nodded, glancing over my entirely naked body once again.

“Let’s make a deal,” I said. “Another deal. I know this thing between us — not a thing, but you know what I mean — is only going to last for a few weeks, but when you’re here in my bedroom, you’ll be treated like a fucking goddess. Okay? Nothing less. You do what I tell you to, and I will worship you in return.”

Her tongue dipped out of her mouth to wet her lips. “And . . . at work, will you still be a jerk to me?”

“Of course. And in my living room when you’re shit talking my game.”

Holly laughed. “Deal, then.”

“Shake on it?”

She held out a flattened palm, which I seized, brought to my mouth, spat on, then closed around my cock. She gasped, her mouth staying open long after the sound had stopped. The contact of our skin had me sucking my breath in through gritted teeth. Gods, I wouldn’t last long.

“Make me come, Holly. Stroke me until I’m spraying all over the bed. And watch me come.”

“But, I don’t—What if I—”

I took her other hand and placed it against my chest. “Listen to me. Watch me. Feel me.” I moved her hand, the one wrapped around my length, up, up, and down, stroking soft, languid pumps.

“That’s it, stroke me like this. Squeeze when you reach here. Fuck, baby girl, that already feels amazing. You done this before?”

“A little,” Holly said, not disrupting her rhythm. “Not often.”

I let my hand drop from hers and placed it on her shoulder as she continued to pump me by herself. I felt like I needed grounding. I wove my other hand into her hair and cradled the back of her head. Mostly because I wanted to hold it there, to force her to see the effect she had on me, to watch what she was doing to me.

“Fae, humans, incubi, vampires, satyrs, fuck, literally anyone with a dick, more or less works the same. It’s only the dragons and the werewolves, those types, that have different anatomies. But you can still get them where they need to be by doing what you’re doing now. Like, fuck, exactly like that.”

But how? How was it possible someone with so little experience could be doing everything just right? The right amount of pressure, the right pace. I couldn’t help the needy moans that escaped my throat.

Holly watched her hand bobbing up and down on my cock with slightly unfocused eyes. Her bottom lip, which had been trapped between her teeth, popped free, pink, and wet and begging for me to suck it. Damn, this no mouth kissing might be harder than I imagined.

“Does this feel good?” she said.

“It feels . . . so good, baby girl. So . . . fucking good,” I said between heavy breaths.

Two days ago, I was fucking the mouth of a succubus, and nothing. It hadn’t worked for me. And now, this infuriating human barely grazes me with her naive touch, and I was already about to explode. What was happening?

“Touch me,” Holly whimpered, sending my resolve into a tailspin. “I need you to touch me.” Her thighs were clamped so tightly together they were dimpling in the centre.

“If I touch you, I’ll go off.”

“Do it,” she said. “Please.”

I shook my head, closed my eyes for just a beat.

Note to self, Holly begging is a dangerous thing.

Fuck it, I was already near the peak. “I’m there. You’re gonna watch me as I come.”

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