Page 39 of Lucky or Knot
Since I’d come here to talk to him, that took most of the wind out of my sails.
What I had left, anyway, after sitting here across from a fairy probably-not-really-massage joint for hours, facing up to the fact that I’d landed myself on the wrong side of doomed, unrequited feelings.
“Maybe I am here to fuck you,” I said, since he’d left me without a next scripted line.I want more than your body, Raven. I don’t want to own you. I want to help you. We need to talk.Not so much, damn it. “Or maybe you could tell me what really goes on in there, since no one else has been in and out all afternoon and it smells like fairy magic.”
He lifted a hand, fingers spread, and waggled it a few inches from my face. “Endless Sky doesn’t take many appointments, because the clientele is exclusive. And as you see, my nails are now purple. Completely different from the last time you saw me. They take time to dry perfectly, and my toes must match, so of course I was there for a while.”
Raven tried to drop his hand back to his lap, but Christ, I had to touch him or I’d explode, so I caught his wrist before he could get away. His pulse jackrabbited under my fingers, and when I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand, a faint shiver ran through his arm.
“Purple” apparently meant super pale purply iridescent, in this case. Last time it’d been more of a creamy silver, I was pretty sure, although I never would’ve noticed if he hadn’t pointed out how “completely different” they were.
“I’ve never noticed your nails,” I lied through my teeth. “But it looks nice.”
He tried, without success, to pull his wrist away. I leaned in and kissed his knuckles, flicking my tongue, a wave of helplesswant rolling through me all the way down to my balls as I tasted the faintly salted-honey warmth of his skin.
The hitch in his breath mimicked my own when I’d caught sight of him.
Encouraged, and dizzy with all the blood rushing to my suddenly rock-hard cock, I kissed up his hand and sucked his index finger into my mouth. He didn’t taste or smell like nail polish chemicals, surprisingly—score one for fairy salons. Only, and intoxicatingly, like him.
Raven’s gasp turned into a low moan, quickly cut off. A glance up showed me his teeth digging ferociously into his lower lip, and he’d half-closed his eyelids. Sultry. I’d never used that word before, didn’t even realize I’d known it, but nothing else captured the way he eyed me as if he wanted me to eat him—but not until he’d driven me insane first.
Redundant effort, you already got there without even trying, I could’ve said, if I hadn’t had two fingers in my mouth now, rough-textured tongue prodding and teasing at the juncture between them.
His scent intensified, now tinged with arousal, musky and tart and absolutely unmistakable.
Maybe I should fuck him after all. My shitty old sedan had plenty of room in the back seat compared to a similar model. He could probably ride me if I slid down as far as I could go, and maybe cut off my feet.
The base of my cock throbbed, right where my knot would swell inside the wet, hot grasp of his pretty little hole.
And my own groan echoed in the car, half muffled by his fingers and all the more obscene for it. His cock down my throat, my tongue driving him crazy…I’d love that too. Although given the space constraints of the front seat, it might make more sense to have his soft lips wrapped around my cock, head bobbing up and down in my lap as I wrapped my hands in his hair…
“Stop imagining all the things you want to do to me with that ridiculous tongue of yours,” he complained. “And stop, oh, Tony, you…oh.” I captured a third finger and sucked like I meant it. “Oh.” He’d started squirming in his seat, the car jouncing lightly. Shit, maybe my shocks couldn’t take fucking in the back after all.
Plus we were in public. But yeah, professional stripper. My fucks given were zero on that particular issue.
Deep-throating his fingers would make me come in my jeans, so I pulled off and kissed the tips of them. Raven had blushed velvety, rosy red, eyes glittering and lips parted. More hair tumbled down from his messy updo.
“If you’d answer any of my questions, maybe I’d be paying attention to that instead of thinking about fucking your mouth. Or doing more with my tongue, you aren’t wrong,” I admitted, in the spirit of fairness.
Not that he ever bothered with fairness. Maybe I could set a good example.
“I’m not wrong about anything, oh, don’t—” I bit his fingers, and Raven broke off in a whimper, swaying toward me as if the gravity well between us had suddenly doubled in magnitude.
I dropped his hand in favor of wrapping my arms around him and hauling him halfway over the center console, my mouth finding his unerringly. Soft lips, a wet, flicking tongue, the smoothness of his teeth and the hot roof of his mouth, and I explored it all, devouring him, swallowing his little moans and clutching him close as he writhed in my grasp. Too possessive, and too desperate, but his efforts weren’t directed at escaping from me. He seemed to be trying to climb me, to press himself against me until not even our clothes would fit in the space between us.
Fuck it, I didn’t need the back seat. With a good yank, Igot him out of the passenger seat and almost into my lap.
With a wrench and a shove, he broke the kiss and pushed away with both hands flat on my chest.
“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” he demanded, and his breath against my face had me shuddering with the need to do it some more. He evaded my lunge for his shiny, kiss-swollen lips by tilting his head all the way back.
That exposed the line of his throat.
My low, rumbling growl vibrated the air between us.
Strong, slim fingers caught a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up and back. The console under him eliminated our height difference, and I found myself eye to eye with a furiously glaring fairy.
“Yes, eyes up here, please,” he snapped. “I can’t even imagine the complications of that on top of everything else. I hate alphas!”
