Page 57 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“Ow.Why do I feel like evil elves are tap dancing around in my head?” I groan, too scared to move fearing my head will rupture.
“Are you ready to join the real world?” Flyboy yells in my ear.
I throw my hand out, connecting with what—I don’t know, but dammit why, is he talking so loud?
“You donothave to be so loud. I’m lying right here!” I squeak causing those damn elves to double down on their fucking dance routine in my brain.
The demonic man next to me shouts before chuckling, “Ouch! Fuck woman, that’s my eye. I wasn’t shouting, you’re fucking hungover.”
The insufferable man doubles down on his laughter, now shaking the bed and causing whatever is in my stomach to stir, looking for an exit. I roll over trying to find the edge of the mattress, not wanting to vomit on myself. I fall onto my knees, ignoring the pain that shoots up my leg at the jolting impact.
“Dammit, Riley. What the hell are you doing? Are you fucking okay?” Flyboy sounds completely distraught.
I can’t open my mouth for fear of what might actually come out. Still not opening my eyes, I start crawling toward where I hope the bathroom is, or at the very least, a trash can. I make it about three shuffles when something is dropped right in front of me. I grab ahold of it just as the vomit finds its way out.
“Fuck me, woman. I thought what came out of you last night was all you had in you,” Flyboy grumbles, moving around in the room. “It still fucking smells like whatever the fuck you women were drinking.”
When my stomach finally decides to stop regurgitating what's in it, I lay down on the floor and flip the demon in the room off. He chuckles as he comes back over to me, laying a cool rag on my neck, and then brushing my hair out of my face. The demented elves have slowed their pace as sleep pulls me back under.
Stretching my arms over my head, I start groaning when the memories of last night’s happenings start to slowly make their way into my mind.
“Are you ready to join the land of the living, or are you going back to sleep?” Flyboy whispers, running his thumb across my cheek bone.
“Only if I can have a shower, brush my teeth, and never talk about anything that occurred last night,” I tell the evil man.
“Oh, no, no. We’redefinitelytalking about what happened last night. We’ll also be discussing all the things that you promised me as well.” He kisses my neck and then my cheek.
“No…”I whine like a small child.
“Oh, yes! First though, we’re going to get you showered, teeth brushed, and some food in that stomach. Then we’ll definitely betalking about when you plan to live up to those promises made. Now, get that sexy ass up and moving.” Flyboy slaps me on the ass as he gets up, heading for the bathroom.
I roll off the bed bracing myself on the edge as the world spins beneath my feet. Slowly, I shuffle my feet as I make my way to the bathroom. Entering the bathroom, I pull my clothes off, getting ready to cleanse last night’s escapades from my skin—all while refusing to look at myself in the mirror in the meantime. Turning to the shower, I take in a good look at the man standing under the stream as the bathroom fills with steam. Tattoos cover his body in places that won’t be seen underneath his scrubs.
The pins in his leg don’t take away from the man’s good looks. I run my hands over my own body, noting that I carry extra weight and have womanly curves. Flyboy’s head snaps up looking me over. I watch as his cock grows hard as he scans my body. The storm in his eyes causes them to grow dark with lust, and my body starts to light up as if I’ve been struck by lightning. My nipples become hard points, while at the same time, my pussy clenches with need. He slides his hand down his stomach, taking his long, hard dick in his hand. My knees grow weak as my need grows stronger.
“That look of need in your eyes sets me on fire like nothing ever has.” Flyboys' raspy voice causes me to whimper. His eyes dilate even more. “Riley, get your ass in here now. I need to bury my fingers inside of you and feel for myself if you're as wet as I think you are.”
I don’t move. I just stand there, watching him as he gradually slides his hand up and down his cock. I will my body to move, to follow his command, but I can’t seem to do it. My feet feel cemented to the flooring. Flyboy narrows his eyes.
“Now, Riley,” he demands, the dominate tone in his voice jolting my body into motion.
Stepping through the open shower door, I bring my hands up, running them up his chest and cupping his face between my fingers. He doesn’t move to grab me but watches me with penetrating eyes. I pull his head down so that our lips meet. The kiss starts off slow and sensual, Flyboy letting me control our kiss. I use my tongue to part his lips deepening the kiss. He brings one hand up cupping the back of my head but not taking over. I pull his tongue into my mouth, sucking on it gently.
He groans into my mouth. I make the decision to take this further than I have before. I kiss down his neck, over his chest, slowly lowering myself to my knees. When I’m there, I take his length in my hand before sliding it into my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I start sucking and licking his cock, using everything in my arsenal to erase any memories of anyone before him.
“Shit, baby,” Flyboy says as he leans one hand on the wall and uses his other to subtly guide my head where he wants me.
I double down my efforts, working to bring this man down to his knees.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum in that sweet mouth of yours,” Flyboy rasps.
I moan at his words, wanting nothing more than for him to do just that. It only takes a few short strokes and he does, bellowing out my name. I swallow, consuming every last drop. He tastes nothing like I imagined he would, and truth be told, I don’t hate it.
Flyboy guides me to my feet, the storm brewing in his eyes pulling me in. Shyness starts to swamp me. I go to turn away from him, getting ready to run and hide.
“Oh, no you don’t. Come here.” Flyboy pulls me to him, taking my mouth in a brutal kiss, so deep and unbearably hot, that my knees go weak. We stand there kissing, the water washing over us. I get so lost in the kiss, that when his hand touches my aching pussy, I cry out into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet and needy. I’m going to take care of you, and then when we’re done showering, I’m going to take you to bed and ravish your body like the goddess you are,” he murmurs as he kisses his way across my cheek.
