Again, I want to laugh. Sure, she’s tight, but with a little coaxing and a lot of lube, I doubt there’s a cock she can’t conquer. And even if she couldn’t, I’d do it anyway, just to prove a point to this asshole.
With all that attitude, there’s no way he’s as big as he thinks he is.
“Only one way to find out.” I shove my hips back to encourage him. I’m aching, needy, wanton to be fucked by this demon, but he seems perfectly content taking his precious time.
“Correct. But before you get my cock, let’s see if you can take my tongue.”
He shifts, his fingers still pumping steadily into me, and dips low. Something impossibly long and wet drags over the curve of my asscheek, making me shudder. It doesn’t make sense for his tongue to be so huge, but it can’t be anything else.
He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the absence, rolling my hips.
“For someone who hates me, this greedy little hole can't seem to get enough, can it?” He chuckles behind me before his enormous tongue thrusts inside my pussy, swelling and filling me more than any tongue should be able to…
I gasp as my eyes fly open. Rather than being face down, ass up, I'm lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling of my hotel room. Tobias is nowhere in sight.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
The sensation of Tobias’ determined, slick tongue shoving its way inside hits me again, and I shudder, wiggling out of the blankets. My jaw drops when I find my silk shorts absolutely soaked, like I came several times in my sleep.
Heat scorches my cheeks.
“Oh, hell no.”
There’s no way that fucking dick gave me a wet dream. Even though the proof is in my pants.
Dios mio.
Did he do it on purpose? Is that part of his creepy demon magic too. Sex dreams?
With a groan, I scowl and stomp toward the bathroom. I’m going to need a long, long cold shower.
Chapter 14
Joseline
I considered a lot of things before flying across the country to follow Rhage on tour, but being borderline ill from anxiety was not one of them. After two weeks of watching Niki faint more times than I can count, saving her from cracking her head on the counter when she passed out once, and a million other close calls, I’m exhausted. Stressed to the point of tears, but I do my damndest not to let my best friend know how much it’s affecting me.
She needs me to be strong, so strong I will be, despite my frazzled nervous system.
I want a break.
I want to go somewhere besides my hotel room or Niki’s tour bus.
And wherever I end up, I want to be able to throw my ass in a circle. Preferably after some tequila shots.
When we stop in Denver, I decide to do just that—search for a local club that I won’t mind hitting up alone. It’s not like I can take Niki with me. There’s an EDM show happening a few miles away, and they have a ladies’ night special on drinks.
Music, liquor, and dancing. Sounds like just the thing I need.
After working out the logistics and deciding to take an Uber from the concert venue, I find myself getting ready on Niki and Sebastian’s tour bus. Since I didn’t have time to take my camera back to the hotel, I’ll crash on their couch again, but at least I brought pajamas this time.
When I step out of the bathroom doused in floral body spray, Niki is laying in bed watching TV. I walk to the doorway, my wedges clicking on the floor.
“Hey, I’m about to head out,” I say, peering into her room. “Should I wait for Sebastian?”
“No, that’s okay. He has his phone; I can call him if I need anything.” She lifts her head to look at me and wolf whistles. “Look at you, you sexy bitch! The guys are gonna be tripping over themselves trying to get a piece of that.”
