Page 30 of Stealing His Cupcake
I do. I relax as he kneads my tits and kisses my nipples. I cry out when he sucks one into his mouth, softly biting it, then relax again as he resumes the kissing. I even relax as he kisses his way down my stomach that’s too big and too soft to be sexy. My breath catches as he moves between my legs, running his hands up my dreadfully unshaved calves. I’ve been conscious about it before, but now, when I actually want him to like me? It’s a million timesworse. My face flames up with embarrassment so terrible I even manage to speak up. “Wait. I haven’t— I mean, obviously, I haven’t, um, shaved, but I can go now and— It will only take a few minutes.”
Lucifer has never looked less threatening than now as he rolls his eyes. “I don’t care, Amy. If having shaved legs makes you feel better, you can do it tomorrow. Just know that I don’t care either way.”
“Really?”
Straightening up, he presents me with his rock-hard cock. “See that?” With a tormented groan, he gives himself a slow pump, more pre-cum dripping from the tip. “That’s how you affect me, sweetheart. You could have a damned rainforest growing on your legs and I wouldn’t care because you’re mine and you’re perfect just the way you are.” As if to drive home his point, he kisses his way up from my ankle all the way to my inner thigh. By the time he gets there, I’m all wet and squirming with need, but the asshole grabs my other leg and repeats the process before finally nuzzling my pussy.
I’m not shaved there either. I find it impossible to get everywhere with the stupid razor and don’t even get me started on how irritated my skin is afterward, but I trim the hair there quite often, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Not even Craig complained about me not being bare down there. Well, not too hard, anyway. Still, I’m a little anxious about Lucifer’s reaction.
“Perfect,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of my mound. “So fucking perfect.”
Hearing the sincerity in his voice, I relax completely. Against everything, he somehow likes the imperfect me, and what more could I ask for?
He takes his time, kissing along the outside of my pussy before spreading my outer lips and delving in. The first time he runs his tongue all the way up to my clit, I cry out, the sensation unfamiliar and, frankly, overwhelming. Instinctively, I try to move away, but Lucifer pins me down with a ferocious growl that resonates through my core. “Stay.” He explores my pussy with his tongue, slipping inside of me before moving to circle myclit, over and over until I’m moaning with need, moving my hips against his face wantonly.
“More, please.” The words slip out on a moan, surprising me. I’ve never been very vocal during sex, let alone demanding, but right now I feel like I will spontaneously combust if he doesn’t give me what I need.
Chuckling darkly, Lucifer continues tormenting me, his dexterous tongue pushing me closer and closer to my release, but never tipping me over the edge. My inner walls spasm, needing something to clench around, something long and thick like Lucifer’s cock, but the bastard doesn’t give it to me.
“Please. Please, I need to come,” I beg shamelessly. At some point, I’ve wrapped my legs around his shoulders and now I use them as leverage to grind my pussy against his tongue.
“Oh, do you now, cupcake?” he asks, the vibrations from his voice resonating through my core. “Do you need to come? Will you come for me? Will you beg me to give you my cock?”
“Yes! Please, I need your cock.”
Lucifer moans, long and deep, before sucking my clit into his mouth. The pressure is almost, almost enough to send me spiraling, but no, he eases up right before I reach my climax. God, I hate him so much! “You’re not getting my cock tonight, cupcake,” he says and I whine like a kid denied candy.
“Why not? You said you’d ravish me. Please. I’m ready to be ravished.”
“No, you’re not. You don’t trust me yet and our first time won’t be in a motel room. It will be in our bed, in our house.” His words only half register as he keeps teasing me, but did he just sayour house? “But since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you come.” He dips a finger inside of me, then a second one, curling them and moving them around until he finds the spot that makes me moan out loud. My pussy clenches around his fingers, my inner walls fluttering as arousal builds.
“What a hungry cunt you have, cupcake,” Lucifer laughs, licking and sucking on my clit. “Fuck, I can’t wait for it to squeeze my cock like this.”Letting out a breathless moan of his own, he continues moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, each motion pushing me closer and closer and if he stops again, I might actually murder him. “Fuck yes. Come for me, Amy.”
The force of my orgasm slams into me so hard I can’t even scream, my eyes rolling back in my head as my brain temporarily blacks out. Lucifer is the one who shudders and groans, almost as if in pain. His fingers twitch, setting off more ripples of ecstasy through my body. The tightness in my chest reminds me I’ve forgotten to breathe and I suck in a deep gulp of air.
“Fuck…” I don’t normally curse, but I think a monumental orgasm like this warrants it. “I-I don’t even…” What should I say? My mind is blank. “Um. Thank you,” I say, hiding my face in my hands when I realize how stupid that sounded. Stupid good manners.
Chuckling, Lucifer glances up at me. “You’re adorable. And you’re welcome.” His grin is positively roguish as he licks his lips, humming in appreciation. “Just as I thought. Delicious.”
Heat flares in my cheeks again. He can’t possibly be serious, can he? Worry that Lucifer’s only making fun of me niggles at my mind, but I push it away. I doubt he’d bother eating me out just to make a point in some elaborate prank. Plus, so far he’s given me no reason to doubt his sincerity. Then I realize I should probably be hurrying to repay the favor. After all, that’s why people kidnap others, right? To receive sexual services, not give them. I don’t even mind anymore. I’m good at blowjobs, courtesy of Craig’s bossy attitude, and after how generous Lucifer was with me, it’s only fair that I do the same for him.
Pulling myself up to my elbows, I look at him, still nestled comfortably between my thighs. His hair is all messed up now, yet still unfairly good-looking. His mouth glistens with my juices, which makes me blush harder. “I should, um— If you just lie down, I will—” I stutter like an inexperienced schoolgirl. “I’ll repay the favor,” I finally manage, hoping he’s intelligent enough to make sense of my babbling.
Languid smile spreads on his face as he looks up at me. “It was not a favor, sweetheart. It was an honor, and there’s absolutely no need for you to ‘repay’ it.”
“But I—”
“I mean it.” Straightening up, he gestures at his half-hard cock and the mess on the sheets. “See?” He grins again. “No need. And even if there was, this is not a barter, and I didn’t take you so you’d spend your days sucking my cock. I mean, I’m absolutely not going to protest if you choose to do so, but you don’t have to.”
“Oh. Okay.” Why did he take me then? He said something about us being together, but that’s not how it works, is it? I mean, in the normal world. Then again, I’m clearly not in Kansas anymore. Literally.
There’s a beat of slightly awkward silence which neither of us knows how to fill. I reach for my nightgown then pause, cringing a little when I realize it somehow ended up in the “splash zone”.
Lucifer’s smile is a little bashful this time. “Sorry about that. I’ll wash it for you when we get home.” Since it’s already stained, he uses the nightgown to wipe himself clean and dry the sheets somewhat before tossing it away. “I prefer you naked, anyway.” Yawning, he stretches his arms up, all of those gorgeous muscles on display making my mouth water.
Dammit, why am I reacting like this? I should be relieved I wasn’t forced into anything worse. Except, I can’t even say I was forced, because he gave me a choice, and I chose… Some would say I chose the wrong, evil path, but it doesn’t feel that way. After all, didn’t Miranda advise me to let myself feel? She probably didn’t mean letting myself be attracted to a sexy murderer, but whatever. I’m too tired for self-flagellation.
Still naked, Lucifer settles next to me, urging me to roll onto my side so that he can spoon me from behind. “Mmm,” he hums happily. “So soft. So warm. So perfect.”
