Page 39 of By the Fae

“Whisper it then,” I said.

Holly closed her eyes. “I want to fu . . . I want to fuck . . . your hand.”

“Good girl.” My cock leapt forward. I rammed it onto her spine again, and drove two fingers into her pussy, the heel of my palm roughly pushing against her most sensitive part.

“Now move your hips,” I commanded.

She did. A whine burst free before she pursed her lips together. I curled my fingers and gently pumped my hand while she began working herself on top of me.

Five-hundred years I’d been fucking anything that would look at me long enough. Succubi, incubi, nymphs, satyrs, and I’d never seen anything hotter than this bloody human braced on her knees, stretched out before me. Holly’s hands reached up and back, frantically gripping at my hair. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Her glorious wet cunt spilled its arousal down my wrist. Her ass and back were soaked in sweat and cum and pre-cum, and fuck, if she didn’t hurry, I was going to go off right there.

She was trembling now, her orgasm building, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “Goldie, I think I’m gonna—Oh my Gods, I’m gonna—”

Too late.Iwas already coming. I buried my face into her neck and screamed out my release while I fired ribbons between our writhing bodies. Her shivering reached a crescendo, her pussy clenched my fingers, her thighs clamped around my hand, and her whole body shook with her climax. I lifted my head in just enough time to watch the tail end of it in the mirror.

Sweet fucking mercy. How? How had she done this to me?

I still hated her. She still annoyed the fuck out of me.

But, shit, Holly was glorious. It was a crime that nobody had bothered to spend the ten seconds it took to learn how she liked to be touched. That nobody had ever seen this before. The sight of her breaking. Breathtaking. I would definitely need to see that more than once this weekend.

I slowed my pumping and watched Holly float back down to me. She stared at me in the mirror for a few minutes, the smile on her lips growing wider before she turned to face me, sitting back on the mattress.

“Oh my Gods,” she said, erupting into laughter. “Oh my Gods. I can’t believe it.”

“That was definitely under five minutes.”

“You’re a good teacher.”

Something in my chest did a little flip. I didn’t let it register on my features.

“I’ll find some other way to convince you to make the game about love,” she said.

I stood abruptly and retrieved a clean towel from a stack on my chair that I had already placed there for this weekend. I motioned for Holly to turn her back on me. She did, and I wiped the cum away.

“You’ll probably want a shower.” I felt like I should apologise for making such a mess on her, but there was no way in a million years I was sorry for what had just happened. Confused as fuck, but not sorry.

I wiped my stomach clean with the same towel and tossed it into the laundry basket, which for the first time in a decade was nearly empty. “There are fresh towels here. Bathroom is across the hall. I share a bathroom with Taur and Sugar Paste, just FYI. She said it’s okay for you to use her products.”

Holly nodded. “Thank you. For—I didn’t think it’d ever—” She gave a shy smile, looking down into her lap.

We were still. She was no longer frantically fucking my fingers. I was no longer slouched over her, humping the small of her back, so why was my heart beating like we were still in the midst of it all?

Holly pushed her hair behind her ears and reached for one of the larger bath towels, still naked except for her glasses.

“I’m going to make a cup of tea. Do you want one?” I said, surprising us both.

“Ooh, yes, please.” She wrapped the towel around her middle. “I won’t be long,” she said, dipping out of the room.

I sat on the bed for ten minutes before I worked up the mental strength to go downstairs and make the tea. What was happening to me? I was a nymph. We didn’t behave like this. Okay, this was exactly how we behaved. But my insides . . . Why were they so wobbly?

I couldn’t let whatever we did in my bedroom affect the type of relationship we had at work. One based on mutual loathing. I couldn’t start to like Holly as a person. She was annoying, intrusive, demanding. Obsessed with love. Just like every other damned human in existence. I cast my eyes down, to the pile of our clothing mixed together next to the bed.

Those gods-damned dungarees.

Discombobulated, that was how I felt.

Pulling grey sweatpants on, I stumbled downstairs. All was quiet, dark, and devoid of my flatmates. Good. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone at that moment. I made tea, peppermint and liquorice, because maybe all the fluttering inside me was, in fact, just a stomach-ache. I could convince myself of that. So long as I didn’t have to say it out loud.

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