CALLUM
I’m a fucking idiot.Projecting my personal insecurities onto Sheena, I’m lucky she’s even giving me a chance to make it right. Holding her tight, I sink into her warmth, letting her thaw some of the chill I’ve been feeling since hearing about what happened during training.
After I manifested as an incubus, I gave up on finding a long-term partner. As a kid with my world crashing down around me, being single didn’t seem like a big deal. Now, a decade later, I barely stomach the one-night stands.
Most people in our community believe incubi need promiscuity to survive, but that assumption has become a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. We don’t need variety, but being treated like an item on a sexual bucket list is enough to turn anyone into a relationship cynic.
I nuzzle Sheena’s neck, pressing my lips against the soft, sensitive skin there. Moving her hair back to give myself more room, I leave small kisses and licks along her neck, loving the way her breathing picks up as I explore. When I graze my teeth over her earlobe, the energy shifts from cautious and sweet in the wake of our fight and make-up to something more sensual. When I pull back, the look on Sheena’s face is so possessive I nearly drop to my knees.
“I want you,” she says.
“I’m yours.” I press a hungry kiss to her lips.
“Prove it.”
Her taunt lands. I shoot her a dark grin, scooping her up and carrying her to Gideon’s room where all our stuff ended up last night. Hopefully, my best friend won’t mind me burying myself inside our girl on his bed because I can’t wait a moment longer.
I kick the door closed, press Sheena against the wall, and step back to look at her. She leans back, heat simmering in her eyes. Power radiates off her in waves. She’s so beautiful I can barely stand it.
I erase the space between us and nudge her legs apart, not stopping until the denim stretches tight along her hips and thighs. She lets me move her like a doll, but the challenge in her eyes is anything but submissive. Sheena isn’t backing down; she’s daring me to please her.
I trace a finger along the inner seam of her jeans and watch her eyelids flutter.
“It’s the middle of the day,” I whisper. “You’ll have to be quiet or everyone will know what we’re up to.” I plant the idea that someone could catch us in her head. When her pupils dilate, I can tell some primal part of her likes the risk.
Using two fingers, I toy with the button of her jeans, but I don’t open them. She cants her hips toward me, making her desires clear without saying a word. I pull my hand back.
“So demanding,” I scold, watching her eyes spark with indignation.How far I can push her?
“Such a tease,” she grumbles, a hint of a whine in her voice as she rests her head against the wall. “Maybe I should take matters into my own hands.”
Her fingers drift towards the clasp of her jeans, but I stop them before they can reach their destination. Pinning both her wrists above her head with my left hand, I bring my right down to cup her pussy. She grinds down shamelessly.
My dick is hard as a rock, but I don’t want to rush. I want her to remember the first time I fuck her for the rest of our lives.
I manifest a shadow to ease open the button on her jeans and draw her zipper down painfully slowly. It releases, tooth by tooth, until her pale blue panties peek out. I caress the skinbelow her belly button with my fingertips, watching her tremble at my touch.
“I’m going to wreck you,” I promise her, my voice raspy.
Pressing a hard kiss to her mouth, I kick her legs back together and yank her jeans and panties down in two rough movements. Before she can recover her balance, I grab her by the hips and toss her face down on the bed. Displayed like this, she’s almost entirely at my mercy, and I can feel the way her vulnerability feeds her lust. Cradling her hip in my hand, I make a few adjustments, pulling her back gently onto her knees with her cheek pressed into the mattress.
“You don’t move until I tell you to.”
I spread her pussy with my thumbs and admire how wet she is for me. I sink one finger inside her with no warning, loving the sound of her moan. Kneeling with her legs together, face down on the bed—it’s a tight fit even for my fingers.
“I’m going to make you come until you forget how to do anything else. I won’t tease. You won’t have to beg. I’m going to give you as much pleasure as you can take.” I pull my finger out and spread the wetness around her clit, rubbing her in firm, insistent circles with my thumb. “Then, tonight, when you’re sitting at the dinner table surrounded by boring conversation, you’ll only be able to think about how thoroughly I made up for my mistake.”
She moans, pushing her hips back enthusiastically against my hand.
I keep stroking her, closing my eyes to better feel her reactions. She likes this pace, so I slip another finger inside of her, curling them until I find that special spot. I tap gently on the textured area. When she starts to buck away from the intensity of the sensation, I give her a break.
As soon as I feel her completely relax, I go back to that spot with a vengeance while dragging my thumb in lazy circles on herclit. When the first waves of her orgasm crest, energy rushes into me. Sheena turns her face into the covers to mask her scream. I stop putting pressure on her clit as soon as she becomes oversensitive, but I increase the force of my fingers thrusting inside her until she squirts all over my hand.
Giving her pleasure is the most addictive thing I’ve ever done.
I pepper her ass and back with kisses, unable to stop touching her. As her breathing returns to normal, Sheena turns her head to look at me, almost drunk with passion, and I can’t resist sinking two fingers back inside her. She clenches around me like her body is trying to hold me there.
I fucking love it.
