‘He stole from me!’
Whack.
Oh damn. One guy just punched the other right in the face. Teeth and blood go flying and Gray and I watch intently. Gray pushes his rum drink to me, so I take it and sip whilst we watch this play out. The other guy regains his balance and swings for the man who hit him. There’s blood everywhere. They battle and have it out right in front of everyone, the bar staff yelling at them to leave and take it outside, but they eventually give up, pour themselves a drink and watch the fight happen.
I like this.
My body starts to squirm on the chair, and I feel desire running through me. Gray touched my nose and now I'm watching a bloody fight.
I sit back in my chair and take another sip of my drink.
Gray lowers his voice to barely a whisper. “Open your legs, let me try something.” I nearly choke on the fluid in my mouth. I look at him and his eyes are pure gold; he’s not watching the fight, he’s watchingme. I open my legs and wait to see what he has planned. He looks down to my spread legs and groans.
“I know how turned on you get when something bloody like this happens, so let me see if I can help,” he whispers. My heart thumps wildly as he slowly,ever so slowly, places a hand on my thigh. I feel it. Not a lot of weight, but his hand is on me. He doesn't go through me.
“Gray,” I moan as his grip on my thigh softly tightens. I wish I could feel all of it. I need more souls.
Fuck.
Gray moves his hands in between my legs and presses against me. I can’t feel it that much.
“Take off your trousers and drape them across your legs. No one can see us right now, but I don’t want to run the risk of someone looking. If they do, I’ll have to kill them for gazing upon what ismine.”
I quickly shuffle on the chair to get rid of the trousers and drape them over my legs to hide myself. The table is made of thick wood and there are chairs opposite where we sit but he’s right, someonecouldsee.
“Watch the fight, my beloved.”
Obediently, I turn to face the fight again. Both men are bloody but still going, more men are joining in and it's such a bloodbath.
Gray places his hand under my trousers and onto my bare thigh. I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting as he slowly moves up between my legs and cups me. I let out a breath and look at Gray. I can feel it, not much, but he’s there. He motions his head towards the fight so I look back, trying to watch but I can't now he's touching me. I can’t concentrate on anything other than his hand, willing it to be a complete form so I can feel everything he has to offer.
He rubs his fingers down to my entrance, gathering my wetness and using it to swirl a finger on my clit.
Fuck.
Its ever so slight touches. So soft and barely there. I normally don’t do gentle, but this is working. I instantly get wetter, arching my hips more into his touch. I reach out to place a hand on his thigh, and I can just feel him; if I use too much pressure, my hand starts to go through his leg. I try to reach his cock, but he tuts at me.
“I want to wait for that, Evelyn. For now, let me try this for you.”
I pull back my hand and continue watching the fight.
Gray is working me so softly and slowly, but it heightens everything. The men are brawling still and another few have joined them on the floor, but I can’t really focus enough to count right now. Gray pushes a finger inside me. I clench at the touch as he moves in and out of me, adding more fingers and more force, curling to hit a deep wonderful place inside me. He presses his thumb to my clit to give me as much pleasure as he can in this form, seemingly unaware that he’s holding the most sensitive part of my body in his hand.
I'm so close; my back arches, my hips thrust along with him and my breaths are uneven, almost gasping. His touch is starting to fade, I can barely feel him at all anymore and I panic, looking at him.
“Just wait,” he growls in my ear as he leans close to me. I look to the fight and see three little balls of blue light floating towards me.Souls.
The lifeforces drift to me, my pendant absorbing them as Gray sucks in a deep breath and thrusts hard with his fingers. I clamp a hand over my own mouth to stop my moan, feeling so full right now.
It worked; I feel him more than ever before. He works me so quickly to an orgasm that I almost feel robbed of this first experience with him, but I don’t complain. I float there in a colourful haze of pleasure for a moment, before coming back down from my high, my thighs shaking and my throat dry.
I look at Gray, his eyes are so gold, and he looks hungry for more. I want more. I try to reach for him, to kiss him, but I can’t move. Gray pushes the table away from me and helps me put my trousers back on, passing me his rum which I down.
“We need to leave,” he says abruptly.
Is…is he okay? Did I do something wrong?
I try to grab him, but my hand goes straight through his.No. No, no, no!We were right there, touching. What happened?
