Power siphons from my gut, shaking my hands and turning my knees to jelly. I haven’t used this much of my magic in a long time, but I grit my teeth and concentrate.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I ask.
He thrashes his head in a nod as he fists the denim of his pants.
Another deep breath fills my lungs as I force the sultry purr to stay in my voice. “You don’t want this to end, but you can’t hold on any longer. You’ve used me so good. Chapped my lips and left me sloppy. You’re desperate to come down my throat.”
“Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah, I wanna come.”
Sweat beads on my forehead as I fight not to sway on my feet. “Good… that’s good. Stop holding back and give it to me.”
His next moan is lower, more helpless, and his spine arches as he comes. Thick ropes of his release shoot into the grass as his cock pulses with the beat of his orgasm.
My vision goes spotty as I let him go and step back. My skin is clammy as I swipe my hand over my face, and I steady myself with a few deep breaths.
Jacob’s eyes refocus on me with a blissed-out smile. “Godsdamn,pretty,” he mutters as he slumps against the tree trunk. “That might be the best head I’ve ever gotten.”
“I aim to please,” I rasp with a flourish of my hand.
He smirks at the scratch in my voice as if he’s the one that caused it.
”You sure I can’t convince you to stick around?" he asks, still breathing heavily. ”I’d treat you right.”
“Duty calls, I’m afraid,” I say as I take a step back.
A possessive gleam forms in his eyes, but he nods with a deep inhale. He’s putty, in a state of total relaxed bliss as he leans against that tree.
I turn my back to him and walk away before tossing a wave over my shoulder.
“Thanks for the ride,” I call.
He chuckles, but I never look back.
Bash
Four Years Ago
Iwaketoanempty bed and the faint creak of floorboards under quiet footsteps.
The sheets beside me are still warm, rumpled from where Xeni slept, but the air feels cooler without him beside me. I blink against the dim morning light seeping through the curtains.
It’s the kind of gray dawn that reminds me how cramped this base is, making it feel more like a cage without the sunlight to bring some artificial cheer.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I prop myself up on one elbow as the mattress dips under my weight. Xeni is already up, standing by the window with his back to me.
I frown as I realize he’s dressed in his full uniform. The crisp black leathers gleam faintly in the low light, buckled tight and precise.
Everything about it feels off.
Xeni isn't a morning person. Most days when the alarm blares, he groans and pulls me back down for ‘five more minutes’ that turn into twenty, then lounges lazily wearing nothing at all as he stumbles around, searching for coffee.
Seeing him fully geared sends a trickle of unease down my spine.
“Xen?” My voice is thick with sleep, cracking a little as I sit up fully. The sheet slides down my bare chest, and I shiver in the chill. “You’re up early. Is everything okay?”
He turns then, and flashes me a smile. It’s the small one that crinkles the corner of his eyes… the one that makes my heart flip even after all this time.
But today it lands too quick, too practiced, like he’s slipping it on as part of the uniform.
