“Is this the lady you’ve been stuck on?” my dad asks.
I flush and nod, rubbing a hand against the back of my neck.
“A corn maze wouldn’t be my first choice, but to each their own,” my mom interjects.
“It’s not a corn?—”
“I hope you brought protection, dear. We can tell you’re smitten, so you better be treating her right. Don’t forget that aftercare is important, even if you are in a corn maze.”
“We’re not?—”
“Your mother’s right,” Dad interrupts, but then my mom cuts him off, pushing further into the frame.
“We’ll let you get back to it!” she says with a wild cackle, then turns to my dad. He immediately crashes his lips to hers, and she drops the phone. I hang up before I get an eyeful of something I don’t want to see.
“Wow,” Lor says from right behind me, making me jump. “Your parents are a trip. I can see where you get it from.”
“Ah, yeah,” I say, a rueful tilt to my lips as I wonder how much to say, and what all she heard. I ruffle my hand through the back of my perpetually messy hair as I continue. “They’re both demons too, but, uh..”
Lor cocks her head, her eyebrows raised. She’s actually interested? My heart skips and I dive in.
“Yeah, they’re sex demons.”
Lor blinks once, twice, then stares at me.
“Sex demons.” Her voice is skeptical, so I continue before she decides to write me off as a liar or something. Stealing, yes. Fires, sure. Lying? Not if I can help it.
“Yeah, but I’m not. A sex demon, that is. I didn’t inherit those particular urges. Not that I don’t like sex! Obviously, I mean, of course I like sex,” I say, my entire face and neck flushing. I try to pass it off as heat from the sun by fanning my face with my hand, but I don’t think it works. I have never been this flustered around someone before; normally, I’m a pretty smooth talker.
A slow, devious smile blooms across Lor’s lips, and I back away from her a couple steps. At the same time, my dick starts to lengthen. I hope she doesn’t notice the half-chub in my pants, but her eyes are darting between mine, so I think it’s safe for now.
“You’re nervous.”
“I—no,” I stammer.
“You are. Why are you nervous talking about sex?”
“I’m not! I love se—talking!Talking… about sex. Why—why wouldn’t I?”
Lor is nodding, sinful smile nowhere to be seen, and taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. My eyes widen with each step.
She drops her bag to the ground and raises one hand, reaching out to place her pointer and middle finger in the center of my chest. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape. Her nails are painted a deep, rich purple, almost black, and she walks her fingers up my chest to the hollow of my throat as she speaks, her voice low and seductive.
“You need to get it out of your system again?” she asks.
My now fully hard dick twitches in my pants and I gulp, my chin tilted up to get away from her dangerous fingers. But all she does is scratch them lightly along my jaw before threading them through my hair at the nape of my neck and tilting her head.
Waiting for an answer, I realize.
I jerk my head in a nod, and one corner of her lips turns up.
“Use your words,” she practically purrs, and my cock gives another valiant attempt to free itself.
“Yes,” I rasp, “Yes, I want you. I need you, Lor.”
She hums low in her throat, then the hand in my hair fists and pulls my mouth down to hers. I meet her readily, my lips already parted, tongue ready to dance with hers as she pulls me closer. I drop my phone to the dirt and my hands find her hips, then the bare skin of her waist. How is she so fucking silky?
Lor nips my bottom lip and then soothes it with her tongue. I groan into her mouth, pulling her tighter against me and shoving one thigh between her legs. Soft and warm, her tongue slicks against mine and I lose myself to her drugging kiss.
