Her slick hand wraps around my girth and squeezes, and my fucking eyes cross. I’m panting as I force myself to look and type in the code to put a hold on her permit. She strokes me once, twice, andding!Oh, thank fuck.
I turn the phone around to show her. A little growl of protest comes from her lips, but she slowly—oh, so fucking slowly, pulls her hand from my pants. Even with the lack of light, I can see that her hand is glistening with my pre-cum.
I wince and move to take off my jacket for her to clean up with, but she holds eye contact with me as she licks her hand like a fucking cat in heat. I whimper. I can’t help it. I think I’m in love, actually.
She finishes licking her hand and takes a sip of her bubble tea before smiling brightly and leaning up to kiss my cheek.
“You gonna buckle up and lower your shadows so we can go clubbing, or should I put my drink down and take off your pants?” She tilts her head to the side and purses her lips, her eyes dancing as she teases me.
“Sorry! Shit, I’m sorry—just, yeah.” I fumble with my buckle and try to even my breathing as my shadows dissipate around us.
I flush and clear my throat, then offer her my elbow. She smiles again, and my heart thumps heavily against my chest as she slips her arm in mine.
“So, where exactly are you taking me?” Ryn’s voice is lighter than I’ve ever heard it, and I smile with a swell of pride.
I could get used to being the reason she gets all light and bubbly.I’m so fucked.
5
Pixie Sex Rave
Ryn
Shit.Butterflies dance in my stomach as we turn down a dark alley and head toward a sketchy-looking door with a green porch light illuminating an age-worn sign that I can’t make out. This is the kind of situation that would make a human shit their pants, but as I look over at Seth through lowered lashes, all I feel is excitement.I like him.I knew I wanted to fuck him, but now he’s just so sweet and goofy. And he makes me feel safe, which is wild because he’s a literal soul reaper.
My panties are uncomfortably damp after my little game on the way here. Heat curls in my gut as I savor the memory of his response to my advances. He’s so expressive and I adore it. As soon as he cloaked us in shadow—a glimpse at his true nature that sent pangs of lust to my core—I was ready to shimmy out of my shorts and hop on his dick. His reaction proves that he definitely wants me, which is fabulous, but he’s the reason there’s an ache in my core and no dick to fill it. The memory of his hesitation rudely pulls my lips down in a frown, andI slow to a stop beside him. I don’t mind the slow game, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself either.
“Are you seeing someone?” The thought is out of my mouth before I can think better of it.
Seth’s eyes bulge, and he shakes his head quickly, “Uhm, no. We’re on a date.” His brows draw down sharply, and he bites his lip, “…right? I mean, I thought—”
“Yes!” I nod and smile at his look of relief at my confirmation. I hesitate and tuck some loose strands of hair behind my ear before continuing, “It’s just—You are interested in me, right? And single?”
He nods, eyes still huge, and I watch as he swallows nervously.
“Okay, cool.” His vocal reassurance helps to clear the doubt, and I smile. Maybe he just wants to take things slow. I can do that. I have toys. I move to keep walking, but he stays still.
“What about you?” He sounds stiff, and it makes me pause. He hasn’t had that hard edge in his voice since before we cleared the air at the coffee shop. I look up at him, and his beautiful blue eyes are guarded. I fucking hate it.
“Seth, I just licked your jizz off my hand after fondling you on a sidewalk.” My lips roll into my mouth, and I bite down to suppress a smile. His jaw drops open, and I laugh, “Yes, I’m single and interested. You hesitated.” I look away and kick at some loose gravel near my toe. “I was just making sure I didn’t overstep or whatever. I can be a bit forward.”
He looks pained for a minute, and a sinking feeling settles in my stomach.Fuck.Did I push him farther than he wanted?
“I just—” His brows knit, and his eyes dance with some unhappy emotion as he presses on, “You weren’t really touching me.”
I purse my lips and hum, “Pretty sure I was.”
He laughs, and my heart speeds up, “No, I mean—” He huffs out an exasperated breath and gestures to himself. “This is not me, Ryn. You know that, right?” His strong voice cracks, and I want to hug him. So I do, tentatively. I’m not great at the emotional stuff, but his willingness to be vulnerable makes me want to try. He hesitates for only a minute before hugging me back with a bone-popping force that makes those damn winged pests flap around in my stomach again.
My voice comes out as a honeyed whisper in his ear, “I know you’re a psychopomp, Seth. I have seen psychopomps before, you know.”
He pulls back a little and eyes me curiously, “Have you—”
“No.” I laugh, “Don’t worry, Tiger. You’ll be the only one of your kind to get in my pants.”
His whole gorgeously handsome face flushes, and he chuckles, rolling his eyes at me. I can feel his excitement growing against my stomach where we’re still pressed together. I suck my teeth in thought before smiling up at him. He eyes me dubiously as I lace my arms around his neck and kick off the ground to jump up and wrap my long legs around his waist. His arms shoot out to grab my ass and help support me. I roll my hips, and my heat presses into his boner as he lets out a hiss.
“Merciful Darkness, Ryn. We can’t fuck right in front of the entrance to a 3P.” His eyes dart around, and he backs us up, just out of the green light giving eldritch vibes to this HP Lovecraft-looking alley.
