On Your Sole

by Caitlin Ricci

  He went slowly and I felt each soft sensation of his lips around my shaft and his tongue sliding over my heated skin. Those feelings blended together to give me gentle pleasure that slowly built within me from my groin, spreading out to my fingers as I scratched them into the couch cushions.

  My orgasm rushed through me before I was ready, and took me completely by surprise. I knew that I should have warned him that I was going to come. But I barely had time to register what was happening before I was finishing in his mouth.

  Casey only smiled up at me then quietly cleaned me off with quick, efficient flicks of his tongue. He put my cock away then climbed back up onto my lap with his knees on either side of my hips.

  “Do you want…?” I reached for the front of his pants now, far more confident that he wouldn’t push me away for wanting to please him, too.

  Casey just shook his head, though. “Next time. Give you a reason to go on another date with me for sure.”

  “I was already going to do that before you got on your knees for me.” I hoped that wasn’t the reason he’d just given me a blow job.

  “Good. So, for our next date, you choose where we go and what we do. I like shoes, and animals, and movies as long as the dog doesn’t die. Everyone else can die as long as the dog lives.”

  I hugged him tightly. “I think I can manage that.” I pulled him down so that I was laying on top of him on the couch. My bed would have been more comfortable, but the couch was right there. “Thank you for quitting today. I’ll miss you working there, though.”

  Casey grinned up at me. “I could come back to work for you, you know. I highly doubt you’d be able to find an employee as good as me. And you wouldn’t have to pay me except in shoes. I think a pair a day would do me.”

  I just stared up at him, not believing a word he was saying.

  “I’m fae. Remember? We don’t exactly need money, or at least we’re not hurting for it. My bills are taken care of by a cache of gold my dad has at the local bank that all of us up here get access to. I haven’t cashed any of my paychecks since I started working at the store. Do you seriously not check any of your accounts that closely?” He sighed and I felt really oblivious.

  “So you’ll come back to work tomorrow?” I asked him hopefully.

  He looked instantly ten times happier than he had before. His skin was practically glowing. “Yes. And we’re still dating.”

  “Of course we are.” Since I wasn’t paying him anymore, he wasn’t really my employee, just someone I could spend a lot of time with who would be taking shoes from me. I could definitely work within that gray area. I brought my lips back to his and kissed him as he smiled against my mouth.

  He started moving against me, putting direct contact against my cock, and I groaned and leaned down against the side of his neck. “Stop doing that unless we’re going to have sex,” I grumbled. Even as I said it, my hips began moving against him on their own.

  “Oh! Is that an option? I vote for that.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Casey…”

  But he was already undoing his pants, then working on mine as well. I was naked with him not long after that, and he was still rubbing his ass against my cock as I was quickly coming back to life. “You’re going to kill me,” I muttered as I held his hips firmly to get him to stop.

  He laughed, and I got up to go get what we’d need.

  “If you’re going to get condoms or lube or whatever else you humans use, you don’t need to. We fae are special in lots of ways.” I just stared at him and he rolled over, offering his perfect ass up to me. “Promise. You don’t need them. We don’t get sick and I’ll automatically adjust to you. No pain, no lube needed. C’mon.”

  When I still didn’t move, he pouted. “Please?”

  “Okay, but if you’re lying…”

  Casey rolled his eyes. “Can’t lie. Seriously.”

  I definitely wasn’t sure about this, but if he said this wouldn’t hurt him, I decided to believe him. I put one hand on his hip and the other I used to position myself at his entrance. I gave him an inch or so at first, and waited for him to make some noises like he was in pain or at least in distress, but he just smiled back at me with the smuggest expression on his face. So I pushed myself in a little more, and when he only moaned and leaned his head down, I slid into him all the way to my base. He was tight and incredibly warm, but he wasn’t in any kind of discomfort as he started moving against me too, and we built a rhythm together. Soon we were slapping together and he was moaning loudly.

  I loved having him there on his hands and knees in front of me. His blue shimmer seemed brighter somehow and his back was beautifully curved as I fucked into him. Since he seemed to love it just as much as I did, I didn’t hold back with him. I held onto his hips and I gave him everything I had. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I loved that I didn’t have to worry about doing so, either.

  “Oh God,” he moaned as I stroked one hand down his spine. His ass fit perfectly against my hips and I brought him up with my hand under his chest so that I could kiss his shoulder and groan against the back of his neck. He put one hand behind him on my hip and braced himself with his other. “Fuck, you feel good,” he gasped.

  I smiled. He was so crazy and sweet, but hearing him curse was a special kind of pleasure that went straight to my cock. I bit his ear and kissed the side of his sweaty neck. He was beautifully lean and he tasted delicious, somehow sweet against my lips.

  “Do you…? Fuck. Do you sweat sugar by any chance?” I groaned out. I was close and I needed him to be too.

  “Honey, actually,” he said with a breathy laugh. “Or something close to it at least. It’s sweet but it doesn’t get sticky.”

  It was another perk of him being fae. I licked his shoulder and kissed his neck again. I needed him to be right there with me because I was too close to coming to slow down now. So I brought one of my hands to his slender cock and began pumping away at him. My movements were too erratic to give him much of a steady rhythm, but he didn’t push my hand away to take over. He just kept moaning and gasping and pushing himself against me as if he couldn’t get enough of me either.

  He came first, thankfully, but only seconds before I was spilling into him. I let go of Casey and he slumped forward, his skin shimmering and nearly bright blue. I sat down heavily and kept one hand on his hip as he sprawled out across my lap.

  “I still get a second date, though. Right?” Casey asked me breathlessly.

  I laughed. “You can have all the dates you want.”

  “And then marriage!”

  I wasn’t laughing anymore as I looked over to see him grinning at me. “Casey…” I warned him. But he just winked at me, and I decided that was an argument best left for another day.

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  The Interview

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  Mr Sims was much as she had expected—a chef from head to toe, coming into her building’s lobby wearing a neatly pressed black jacket and chef trousers. He looked younger than she’d expected though, his twenty-five years looking more like twenty-one. Even in the grainy black and white security system feed, she knew he was going to be trouble. Jacob, as she fondly remembered calling him back when she’d first met him as a highly strung teenager fighting back against the pressures of living under his parents, had apparently grown up well.

  Anne turned and checked her appearance in her bedroom mirror. Shaking her head, she knew the pretty, pale pink sweater and dark blue jeans wouldn’t do for today. Maybe for meeting anyone else, but not now that she’d seen the all-grown-up version of Jacob Sims. He’d been cute as a teenager but that forbidden image had turned into something greater than simply attractive. She glanced at the security feed again and licked her lips. No, he was much more than what she had anticipated, and the thrill of having the handsome man so close made a shiver run al
ong her spine.

  She stripped quickly then put her jeans and sweater over the back of her cream reading chaise. It wouldn’t take Jacob long to get upstairs, especially if he took the elevator. But she didn’t need a lot of time to step into a short, flowing tan skirt and a button down lace shirt either. She’d been barefoot before, which was comfortable but not exactly sexy. Some strappy heels completed her outfit and she was sitting at her dining room table by the time a loud knock sounded on her front door.

  “Come in,” she called, adding a bit of a sultry edge to her voice. There was no guarantee the wide-shouldered, black-haired man would even be interested, she reminded herself, but it never hurt to try.

  “Chef Mato?” he asked, entering her large apartment with quiet footsteps.

  “Hello, Jacob,” she greeted him, smiling. “Did you bring your knives?” Anne didn’t get up to meet him, instead she crossed one leg over the other, letting her loose skirt slide up her thigh. She watched for any reaction, any telltale sign that he was interested in her. His father had said he’d been available, but parents rarely knew, and if he were seeing someone she’d stop this play. But if he wasn’t, this afternoon was going to get very interesting indeed.

  “Yes, Chef,” he answered automatically. Anne nodded, pleased. He was disciplined and well trained. All of his professors at the culinary institute had said so. He’d probably called his parents ‘Chef’ more often than ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’.

  He stood in her entryway, her beautiful kitchen between them. Though he said nothing, the way his eyes drifted to her double ovens, her gas, six-burner stove and the pristine white granite counter tops told her he was envious of her set up. Good, she’d worked very hard for many years and had given up a great deal personally to be able to have everything she did now.

  “With your knives, you’re all ready for the interview,” she informed him. “Ale is my baby, the first restaurant I opened less than six months after graduating from the culinary institute. I was told that I was crazy for buying a restaurant when I was so young, that I needed more training.” She curled her fingers around the spindled oak back of her chair.

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  About the Author

  Caitlin Ricci

  Caitlin was fortunate growing up to be surrounded by family and teachers that encouraged her love of reading. She has always been a voracious reader and that love of the written word easily morphed into a passion for writing. If she isn’t writing, she can usually be found studying as she works toward her counseling degree. She comes from a military family and the men and women of the armed forces are close to her heart.

  She also enjoys gardening and horseback riding in the Colorado Rockies where she calls home with her wonderful fiance, their dog and Blue Tongue Skink. Her belief that there is no one true path to happily ever after runs deeply through all of her stories.

  Caitlin Ricci loves to hear from readers. You can find contact information, website details and an author profile page at https://www.pride-publishing.com/