Page 53 of Howl for the Gargoyle

"But I fucking want it so bad," she added with a toothy smile

My wings spread and beat in the air, and I was soaring with both feet on the ground. Hannah moaned and her eyes fell shut, head knocking against the door lightly as I scraped my teeth over the flesh of her breast.

"So do I," I said, and she sighed, a silky smile stretching over her lips. "Watching you sing made me hard, Hannah."

The flush on her cheeks spread down to her throat, and I stood straight, pushing the proof of my statement against her, rewarded with a strangled whimper.

I kept one thumb teasing that nipple, swirling in a circle around it, tugging it side to side so gently. I'd memorized her responses already, and I knew how wet that simple touch would make her. She'd be soaked by the time I shimmied her jeans down her hips and…

I glanced over my shoulder and grinned at the reflection of us in the mirror over the bathroom sink. She liked to watch me in mirrors. It was my turn.

"Your voice when you sing reminds me of the sounds you make when I'm inside of you," I said, pressing my chest to hers, rubbing my half-hard cock between her legs, grinning as she started to grind against me.

"Are you—are you sure?" Her eyes flew open to clash against mine, and her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip, the gesture snaring my attention. "You should… Oh, Rafe! You should be sure."

"Good point," I said, nodding. I stepped back, and Hannah's brow furrowed so adorably that I had to return again, cupping her jaw in my hand to draw her mouth to mine. She tasted sweet and bright, like soda, and I recalled the clear bubbly drink I'd seen in her hand, an easy disguise for a cocktail to keep others from offering her drinks.

I sucked on her tongue as she thrust it into my mouth, and she whined and squirmed against me, tearing away for a gasping breath.

"Fuck, why am I so close?"

I stepped back, fighting a triumphant smile and releasing the breast I'd tortured, taking her hands in mine. She stumbled as I guided her, spinning her away from me to face the mirror. Her palms slapped against the counter and she stared back at herself, startled and dazed, as I pulled her shirt loose from the waist of her pants.

Our hands tangled as we both reached for her waistband, fumbling at the buttons before I opened one and Hannah shoved the jeans roughly down. I covered her sex with my hand, rubbing immediately at her clit, as I unfastened my own pants. Hannah arched, breasts thrust forward, sinking her weight onto my fingers.

Her legs were trapped by her jeans, but it just made her squeeze incredibly around me as I nudged my cock between her thighs, the urgent need to be inside of her leaving me clumsy until I found her soaked core. We groaned together as I pushed in, Hannah's head falling forward, curtaining her face and the picture of her breasts in the mirror.

I paused inside of her, staring down at her back, watching the rise and fall of her unsteady breath. I tugged her shirt back to slide it down her arms just enough to show me more skin. The scars on her back were red and bright in the bathroom light, framed by the thin black straps of her bra. I reached for her hair next, pulling it back from her face, aside from the shortest layered strands. Her gaze met mine in the mirror, dark and startled and hungry. I twisted the thick locks in my grip, drawing her head back and her chin high, and she gasped.

We weren't supposed to do this.

"Fuck me," she breathed.

This wasn't an appointment. This was, if anything, outstandingly selfish of me. But Hannah was still giving orders, and they weren't ones I had the willpower to resist.

I pulled slowly out, but my hand on her sex just guided her back with me, keeping the connection, pulling her into a deeper bend. Her breasts were small, but they still bounced as I slammed back in, and Hannah's sharp cry was every bit the note of a song. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she kept them open, kept watching me as I fucked her. If there was anyone in the hall, anyone in the nearby bathrooms, they would hear her. My fingers tangled out of her hair and then gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place. I rubbed at her slick clit, fucked her hard and quick, and wished I had a dozen more hands. I wanted to be touching those open lips, playing with her tits, stroking her hips, and tracing the line of her spine.

"I take it back," I gasped, slowing down as she started to clutch and quake around me. "You sound even better like this."

And then Hannah came, laughing and gasping and sobbing with relief, her arms wobbling as they braced against the marble countertop.

It wasn't enough. Once wasn't enough. I didn't like to be cheap. I released her hair and the nape of her neck, wrapping my arm around her chest, pushing the bra up so I could cup her breast and draw her closer to my chest, tip the angle where I struck inside of her.

"More!" Hannah growled, the sound hiccuping as my cock hit true. "Oh, fuck."

"More," I agreed, muttering the word into her ear.

My wings were stretched, hiding everything in the mirror but us. Had we locked the door? I didn't care. Sweat was glittering golden on Hannah's chest, and her hands lifted to cover mine, not guiding, just gripping me. She was still squeezing, slicking my cock as I stayed buried inside of her, just stroking her core at the right angle to make her legs go weak. They could give out completely, and I would hold her against me, fuck her as she went limp with pleasure, cunt filled, wide mouth whimpering and sighing and singing sweetly in response.

"I want you to come," she whispered. "I want to watch you."

We'd only been alone here for a handful of minutes, and no matter what Elias knew and how smug it would make him, I didn't think we'd be able to steal that much time together. Someone would come to collect her. Her band. My friends. But I wasn't going to refuse her, and it was more likely that she'd beg off before I could come, so I just…didn't stop.

Hannah came again, her hand over her breast flying back to grab onto my left wing root. I grunted as she squeezed and bit her scream off behind flat pressed lips. Her jeans were sliding down her thighs the longer we fucked, and it gave her room to spread, to let me sink in deeper, her body clasping around me.

Maybe I could…maybe if I just—

"Stone," Hannah gasped.

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