He steps closer, sliding his tongue over his lips. “You sure I can’t fuck you, pretty? I’d treat you right.”
A bulge presses against the front of his pants, and he grunts when he sees me looking.
“Sorry,” he says as he adjusts himself with a sheepish shrug. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone else’s hands on my body.”
I understand that sentiment all too well.
“That wasn’t the deal,” I respond.
He nods with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess not. The good news for you is this won’t take long.” His flirty grin is almost bashful as he waits for me to make the next move.
I force a practiced smile and watch his eyes hood as I approach. Even with the scarring on his face, he’s handsome. Maybe not kind, but not cruel, and in this world, it’s good enough.
I could enjoy this if I wanted to.
Could appreciate the warmth of someone else’s skin on mine, even if it was only transactional.
But as I consider the possibility, bile climbs my throat. My hip aches, rebelling at the thought.
Alone tonight, then.
I should be used to it by now.
“Back against a tree,” I command in a quiet purr, and he groans as he takes a few backward steps and leans against a trunk. “What’s your name?”
His throat dips in a swallow. “Jacob.”
“Well, Jacob, what are you waiting for? Show me what I’m working with here.”
A low groan leaves him as he works his button loose and unzips his jeans. Instead of pushing them down, he pulls his cock from the opening and gives it a slow stroke. He’s so hard his head pushes out from his foreskin, and a vein stands out along his length.
Judging from the way he’s weeping pre-cum, I could finish him in mere minutes.
That’s not how it’s going to happen, though.
Magic swirls in my gut, potent and ready to be unleashed. We’re isolated out here, but I inspect every tree as if someone might be hiding in wait.
Paranoid, perhaps, but I have to make sure there are no witnesses.
Few people know the extent of what I can do.
Even fewer knowwhy.
I take another step closer, and he releases a throaty moan as I dig my fingers into his hair.
“Do you like me on my knees for you?” I ask, and intention oozes from my voice as he whines again, snared in my web like a fly. “Look at me down here. Tongue out. Knees dirty.”
“Oh, shit, that’s nice,” he murmurs as his eyes close.
“My lips are so tight, aren’t they?”
He gasps quietly as he rocks forward, his voice breathy. “Yeah… fuck, yeah.”
“Fuck my mouth, Jacob. Feel my throat open for you.”
“Gods, that’s so good,” he moans.
His hips snap faster, creating a rhythm to match the picture in his head. His dick bounces and bobs as he thrusts into the air, his breathing increasing until he’s panting.
