by Ever Coming
“Not homeless.”
“Yeah, I kind of am. I appreciate you letting me stay here and all, but this place was never mine. I never even paid fair rent. I worked for my room.” Were they really having this conversation now? She reached for his cock, hoping to change the direction of the conversation quickly. His hand stopped hers and she settled back on her chunk. It looked like this conversation was happening now, like it or not.
“At the natural remedies business.”
“Yes at that.” She looked at his cock and licked her lips. When she looked up to meet his eyes, he gave her a smirk. Bastard knew what she was doing.
“That is yours, you know.” His cock? Goodness she hoped so.
“No, I am pretty sure it is yours,” she licked her lips once again, “but I wouldn’t mind playing with it for a while.”
“Not that, minx.” He waited until she made eye contact before beginning again. As much as he tried to stop her from turning this conversation into sex, she could tell he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. His cock was practically shouting it at her. “I was talking about the business. When I got the call to come settle the estate, I was told there was a parcel of land and a bank account that was mine. It seems that no one knew about the house; she never even mentioned it in her will.”
“Why was that, do you think?” She knew that the towns’ people seemed to not know where her house was, but none of them seemed worried about it so she never paid it too much mind. She knew where it was, and that had been good enough for her at the time.
“Rosemary lost her parents when she was very young. They were killed for their horns. It sort of really shaped who she became. My Aunt Laura told me that Rosemary spent her life trying to stay hidden.” Rosemary never mentioned why she did what she did, and she had never pushed, just like Rosemary never pushed Amber for her history. They had an understanding that way, and now she wondered if they lost out by keeping their relationship superficial when it came to their pasts.
“That is awful. I thought people stopped believing in unicorns and the power of their horns generations ago.” She had not met anyone that was not supernatural who seemed to honestly believe in them. Sure, she met many a woman who wished that shifters existed, especially dragon shifters for some reason. They were more wrapped up in the one and only true love and living forever stuff, and that wasn’t reality even in the supernatural world.
“They did for the most part, but some still remain believers to this day.”
“What is wrong with people?”
“I have no answer to that.” Sadness now filled his eyes where lust had been. She was now her very own cock block. Brilliant. “Now, about the website and herbally stuff.”
“What about it?”
“They told me she left it to her apprentice. It sounds to me like that is you.”
Rosemary had left it to her? That was crazy. She had barely been there half a year. “That doesn’t make sense. She had family. She had you.”
“She did, but she also had you. She also knew I was completely inept at healing.” She found it difficult to believe he was inept at anything.
“So, I have a website and business.” It was finally sinking in. It felt overwhelming, yet comforting at the same time. She would never be as strong a healer as Rosemary, but she had kept things going since the woman’s death. With the knowledge mixed in all the clutter, she could strengthen her skills further. She had a career. A purpose.
“You do.” She liked the sound of that. “Whoa, did your jaguar just pop up and say hello?”
“I don’t think so.” Why would he say that? What had he felt that she missed? She was going to have to pay closer attention to her inner self. If he felt her, chances are she was playing peekaboo and her excitement over the news overshadowed it. “I can stay here?”
“I would honestly prefer it.”
“Because you want my body?” she teased; although, she knew he really did.
“There is no denying I do,” he reached over and ran a finger over her nipple, “but that is not why.”
“Then why?” She shamelessly leaned forward, not so subtly asking him to touch her again.
“Because it feels like you belong here.” This time he ran his finger over her collar bone. She needed him and now.
“It kind of really does.” Her voice came out all husky and deep. Even if her lust didn’t show in her eyes, or the way her body kept leaning into him, her voice would have given it away.
“So, it is decided then?”
“What is decided? “ His hands on her made things fall from her brain.
“You will stay here.” Yes, she wanted to stay here, with him, naked in her bed for the foreseeable future.
“And pay rent, right?” She got up on her knees and inched closer to him.
“Yeah, sure.” She watched his throat swallow. Please let this conversation be just about over. “If you want to.”
“I really do.” She reached for his cock, and this time he let her.
“Then yes, you must pay rent.” She ran her hand up his cock after giving it a quick squeeze. “Lots and lots of rent.”
“Whatever you want.”
He brought his lips to her and gave her a sweet kiss. Amber wrapped her arms around his neck, not forgetting about his glorious cock so much as for fear he would pull away.
Sweet was fine and dandy, but her body need more. It needed raw. It needed passion. It needed hard. She slammed her lips to his, and he immediately took control back. He licked the seam of her lips, and she ignored it momentarily wondering what he would do if she denied him entrance. A quick bite of her bottom lip told her all she needed to know. This man was more than a one trick pony, and she was going to enjoy tonight, immensely.
She granted him entrance which he rewarded her with a tweak of her nipple. The moan that escaped her lips only fueled his passion, and his kisses traveled down her neck as he pushed her back against the bed. His weight was on her; she loved the feel of it. She needed more. She needed everything.
As if hearing her inner prayer, his mouth found her breast, and as he worshiped her left breast with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, as his hand found her mound. This time he didn’t go straight in for the kill. This time her circled around her clit before allowing his fingers to enter her.
He lifted his head from her breast and moved it to the other. “You are so wet for me. Do you know what that does to me?” He pumped his finger into her a couple of times before adding a second.
“What?”
“It makes me crave you even more.” He bit her nipple before kissing his way down her stomach. “It makes me crave a taste of you. You know we really didn’t get in a good lunch. I’m rather hungry.” He continued his decent. She was a huge one for giving oral pleasure, but never found a man who was worth anything giving it. She was pretty confident that was about to change. “Mind if I break for a small snack?” he asked as he stared at his fingers, still fucking her slowly. My word it felt good.
“It is only fair since I am the reason you are still hungry,” she bantered back. At that, he pulled his fingers from her and put them in his mouth one after another, sucking her juices from them. It was freaking hot.
“Delicious.” He barely got the word out before his mouth began its feast. He began with one long lick that ended with him sucking her clit into his mouth. She almost came with that one little move. She was in for a treat tonight if the preview was this amazing.
“More” she begged. She had never fancied herself a begger, but with him all of her past rules of engagement were just that, the past. They seemed to be writing the rules as they went along and begging just became an acceptable tool.
“Oh, you will be getting more, have no fear of that. You will be getting plenty more. I have it in my mind to have you coming at least three more times before we rest.” She was on board with that plan.
He repeated his long lick followed by the clit suck move, only this time he sank his finger b
ack into her as her clit was pulled in his mouth. A small shutter ran through her body, and he took that as a sign. Repeat. The next time her small shutter grew, felling her orgasm building. By the fourth rendition of his dance, she was exploding around his fingers and screaming his name. That didn’t stop him from continuing on and he kept his fingers and mouth moving as she rode out her orgasm. She had never come so hard in her life, and she was not a starry eyed girl impressed with a first real orgasm after years of “I think I came.” This orgasm belong in the record books as best orgasm ever.
She looked up to see him once again licking his fingers, his chin glistening with her juices. Sexy. As. Fuck.
“That was …” She was too out of breath to finish her thoughts. What she needed was a quick nap.
“Oh no, beautiful. It is not nap time. I owe you two more orgasms before then.”
“This one counted as at least four.” She struggled to keep her eyes open. He had worn her out.
“What that was, was orgasm one.” His hands were back on her, this time sitting on her hips. “I owe you two more before naptime.”
“Sleepies now. Orgasms later,” she mumbled, now half a sleep. “Oh fuck.” She opened her eyes, to see him staring at her with a goofy grin on his face. Darn man was proud of wearing her out. He should be. That was some grade A work on his part. “You didn’t have your turn. Sorry.” She scrambled to sit. “I didn’t mean to … I mean, of course I wasn’t going to forget—”
“Whoa there, this is not about me.” He helped lean her back against the bed. “That is not completely true. It is about me in that I have this compulsion to make you come repeatedly, but it is not about you making sure I get my turn. You more than took care of my needs at the rocks.”
“I’m not going to argue that that was a super yummy time, but I think your glorious peen, that is angrily staring at me right now would disagree with your assessment.” She reached over and wiped the pre-cum off with her finger and brought it to her mouth. “He looks …” she popped her finger in her mouth, slowly removing it in what she hoped was a sensual way, “and tastes like he needs to be taken care of again.”
She could see the moment she won her case. She should have been a flipping lawyer. He covered her body with his and began kissing her as if he couldn’t get enough. Heck, she probably couldn’t, so it made sense he might feel the same. His erection was hard against her body. She couldn’t wait for him to sink into her.
He ran his hand down her side and reached between them to find her clit. He was nothing if not determined. She was so hyper sensitive from her last orgasm that she was almost there with the first touch. Exploring his mouth, she held back her orgasm as long as she could. She wanted this to last; her need for a nap was gone.
He moved his kisses from her lips to her neck. He slowly moved down her neck as his hand kept working her bud. She wasn’t going to last long at this rate. As he worked his way back up her neck and reached the sensitive area just below her ear, she gave up and let the sensations take her away. This orgasm didn’t crash into her like the previous two he had given her did. This time it slowly built up until she was sure should couldn’t come any more. It was glorious.
“Best. Orgasm. Ever.”
“I bet you say that about all your orgasms,” he teased, moving his mouth to her breasts once again. The man was on a mission.
“Honestly, today I have.” He looked up at her, and the goofy grin returned. “Now get inside me. If I am only getting three orgasms today, I want at least one of them to be with you inside of me.”
“For the record, I never said three today. I said three more before resting.” She playfully smacked his shoulder. “That said, I am down with having the next one occurring with me inside of you. Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Condoms? Don’t you have one?” He shook his head. “Not in your wallet?” He shook his head again. “Don’t all guys keep condoms in their wallets?”
He rolled off of her. “Fuck, of course you don’t have condoms. You live in an invisible house. Not like you could bring boyfriends home.”
“So, that is a no on the wallet.” It was fact, no use hiding it in the guise of a question.
“That would be more of an ‘I can’t believe I am such an idiot and never put a fucking condom in my wallet.’ ” He pulled her closer and she snuggled into his side.
“So you’re not a player, I take it.” She absentmindedly ran her fingers over his tattoo.
“Not at all. I could never get into that. I am a one woman man.”
That made her cringe. What would he think of her if he knew how many men she had slept with in her past?
“Want me to take care of that?” She pointed to his still very hard penis.
“Actually, not so much.” His face fell. Had she ruined the moment by not telling him to come on in unwrapped? She hadn’t gotten the impression he even wanted to, but maybe she was wrong.
“Excuse me?” The hurt in her voice was undisguisable. Oh well.
“You told me the next time you came you wanted it to be with me inside of you, and since that can’t happen, I say we let Mr. Horny wait it out.”
“Mr. Horny?” She knew some guys named their penis, but she had never expected something as silly as that to come from his mouth.
“Unicorn here.” She gave him a look before sitting up. “Hey, where are you going?”
“I need to put your clothes in the washer, so that I can then dry them and we can go into town. You owe me an orgasm mister, and if it means getting all domestic and shit to collect, so be it.” He laughed and laughed as she walked out of the room buck ass naked, shaking her assets. Thank goodness they had a ten minute wash cycle on the machine. It was not good enough for a heavy load, but should be fine for one set of clothes.
“I’m back,” she announced as she walked back into the room. She was feeling very playful and oddly not overly sleepy. “Miss me?” She climbed into bed beside him. He was now under the covers, and it was oh so warm and snuggly that it had her second guessing her need for a nap.
“Very much.” His words came across as more honest than playful.
“How come you didn’t push me for bare back sex?” The question couldn’t leave her mind, so she might as well throw it out there.
“Because that is a decision to be made when we have choices and not because it is bare back or nothing.” She snuggled in closer. He was so right. It was one thing to throw the condom on the ground and say, “Skip it.” It was another to say, “Crap, we have no condom. Screw it, go in anyway.”
“Most guys would have.” He was not most guys, though, and she hoped her statement didn’t hurt his feelings.
“And what do you say to most guys?” The lightness in his voice felt forced.
“Fuck no.”
“Good answer.” He ran his hand down her arm.
“It was the honest answer. I won’t lie to you and say I’m virginal. I’m twenty-seven and didn’t spend my life making the best relational choices.” Amber already felt better putting it out there, so she decided to go for broke. “I made mistakes, far too many to get into, but I never made the mistake of letting anyone in unwrapped. My life is worth more than that.”
“But you wanted to with me?” His fingers continued to caress her arm, and she could almost feel the tension leave him.
“Yeah, I did.” Amber grasped his hand as it arrived at her wrist and laced her fingers with his. “Or at least I wanted you to want to.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you are different.” He pulled her in even closer. “I can’t explain really explain it. You feel like more, and you trusting me enough to want that … well, it felt like I was that to you too.” She looked up to meet his eyes. “I’m not sure if I’m even making any sense. It’s stupid, I know.”
He brought her hand to his lips. “Not stupid. Honest. Brave. Not stupid.” He accentuated each word with a kiss.
“More like embarrassing.”
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nbsp; He kissed her hand again. “Endearing.” Silence filled the room, and she wasn’t sure if she should break the silence. It was kind of nice simply being, yet there really was more to say. He made the decision for her. “Truth be told, if we had had what we needed and you had wanted to leave it on the nightstand, I probably would have jumped all over that.”
“I heard guys like it better.” She had had enough guys begging her to forgo the condom to know that it must feel freaking fabulous.
“I wouldn’t know.”
Amber loved the sound of that. She. Loved. It. “You never?”
Jason made sure he had eye contact with her before answering. “Never.”
“But you might have with me?” She was more to him, too. Sure he had said the words, but knowing he was willing to follow those words up with actions solidified them in her mind.
“I plan to with you.”
She could not wait. “Not now though?”
He shook his head slightly, his eyes dancing with amusement. Jason seemed to love the way he made her feel just as much as she loved the way she made him feel. This was all so new to her. This was not dating or a casual fling. This was … more.
“No, not now, beautiful.” The loud buzz of the washer timer filled the room. “Now it sounds like I need to switch the wash.”
“Cut that out.” She sat up, still holding his hand. “I will switch it.”
“You are not my maid, you know.” He sat up beside her, pulling her onto his lap. His poor erection was still bobbing between them. It had to be uncomfortable.
“You best remember that.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Next time it is all you, but right now, me doing it is more out of laziness than anything else.”
“You probably should explain that.” He began kissing her neck, and for a moment she had actually forgotten the question. He must have sensed her distraction because he gave her earlobe a quick bite. She knew he was a unicorn, but in many ways he acted more like a feline shifter: all bitey and such.
“The dryer is pretty craptastic …” he began distracting her with his lips again, and Amber had to focus extra hard on forming her thoughts, “and you … don’t know the trick to making … ummm … it work.” He pulled his lips from her neck and gave her the I am a grown ass man and can use a dryer look. “Seriously, after five minutes of me listening to you fiddle around with the darn dryer, I would have to go in there and do it anyway.” He smirked and shook his head slightly before giving up and going back to work driving her crazy. She really needed those clothes dry so they could go and get some stupid condoms. “Me doing it actually saves me a lot of trouble.”
