by Changelings
I pressed against him, trying to nudge him to life. “Come on, Jere. See how fucking turned on you got me?”
The thin line of his pressed lips -- no, the flare of his nostrils as he exhaled loudly promised the same stubbornness I read in his eyes. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object… Goddamn him. I looked away first, gave up, and stretched out on my back beside him on the bed. “I’m --”
“Don’t,” Jeremy whispered, as he, with one finger to my chin, brought me to face him. “Trust me. That’s all I’m asking.”
Fuck. Was I so fixated on money and bills and work that I couldn’t even relax? “I love you.”
“I know you do.” His kiss was soft and sweet…
Until he deepened it, carrying me to a new level of ecstasy. And I let him take me there, waiting, holding out until I could hold on no longer. I pulled back, gulped in air. He touched one finger to my lips before I could form a sound. “Shh…”
I offered understanding with my eyes. He returned it with a smile, tracing my lips and pressing the tip of his finger between them. I swirled my tongue around that finger wrapped tightly between my lips, sucked, and pulled it deeper inside. His eyes grew wide as I teased his flesh, tasted the salt, the… oregano? Yeah, that’s what I’d smelled earlier. But had he made spaghetti or lasagna? Whichever, it had to be better than soggy Chinese. I met his gaze.
His voice came no louder than a whisper as he said, “I took it off the heat. Don’t worry, baby.” He kissed the tip of my nose, rolled onto one elbow, and stared down at me with a smile…
… while he trailed his fingers over my chest to my stomach.
And lower.
I sucked in a rush of air and held it, as Jeremy let his lips follow his fingers’ tried and true path. My dick rallied the idea with a “Whoop,” and a “Hell, yeah,” as my head cried satisfaction.
He kissed his way back to my lips, and I tasted myself on his tongue. God, I loved this man. “What’d you learn?” he asked, pulling away. “Just now.”
What did I learn? Was this a lesson? Are you my fucking professor now? I noted the smugness in Jeremy’s face. Confucius say, “I’m a fool for thinking you come with good intentions.”
Okay. I admit, I didn’t say that, but I thought those exact words as I continued to stare, my voice lost in the hollowness of my gut. I shied away from the hard-on brushing my thigh while Jeremy’s returned expression cemented the “cease and desist” on approach number two. He rolled away and faced the wall.
Our ceiling fan blades made twenty revolutions on low before I forced myself to say something. “I’d apologize,” I said, “but I don’t know what I’m supposed to be sorry for.”
Jeremy exhaled. Loud. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” He rolled toward me.
Damned right, he shouldn’t have --”Maybe you should’ve followed your own rules.” His gaze flicked to mine, and I could tell he worked hard not to grin. I slugged him in the arm --”you prick” -- and then cupped his nut sac. “You knew I’d fall for it, didn’t you?” With the tips of my fingers, I teased the soft skin just behind his balls.
Jeremy licked his lips, looking from my face to my hand and back again. I dipped my chin, smiled… took his hard dick in my hand and gave a tentative pull. He sucked air through his clenched teeth. He shook, attempting to let the breath out slowly. I licked my lips to wet them before attacking one of his nipples. He stiffened; his entire body did and lifted from the bed in a mad rush to show my hand exactly how he wanted me to use it.
I let him go, pulled my hand away, and smiled bigger when his eyes widened.
“Shh…” I said, pressing a finger to his parted lips and shaking my head. I leaned in until our noses touched before sticking out my tongue enough to tease his upper lip between each word. “Don’t worry, baby.” I winked. “I think I got it.”
Chapter Three
At nine in the morning, Jeremy kissed me goodbye at the door. “Go, or you’ll be late,” he said, prying himself loose from my embrace.
I stumbled, a happy sort of stumble, backward down our step. “I love you, you know.”
“I know,” he said, matching my smile as he released my hand. “Now, go!”
I went. Even skipped to my car, crawled behind the wheel and fastened my seatbelt, fully aware I was headed to work. Key in the ignition, I turned over the engine. Last night was one for the books.
Meeting my eyes in my rearview mirror, I laughed. “Yeah, you,” I said and couldn’t help but wink before backing out of our driveway.
Admittedly, Jeremy had taught me many things last night, but like every other time, I’d never let him know it. My confidence soared, as I soared along the freeway. Not until I pulled into the studio lot did it register that I’d forgotten my script. I checked my watch and cursed unfolding from behind the wheel. “You can do this.” In a voice that didn’t sound all that encouraging, I spoke. It was one page. Three lines. No speaking…
How hard could it be? I closed my eyes long enough to visualize Jeremy’s… face. His face, yes. I’d concentrate on his face. Jeremy’s confidence in me boosting my own, I spun around to witness Stubby the director rushing across the lot toward me -- as fast as one who waddles can rush, I guess.
“There you are!” He glanced at his watch before producing a hanky and dabbing the sweat at his temples. “Come on. Come on!” He grabbed me by an arm, teetered around, and dragged me into the studio. “Five minutes. I want you stripped and on that set in four and a half.”
The director’s always right.
I recited the mental chant as I entered the broom closet of a dressing room; as I stripped out of my street wear and into my Speedo; and as I donned a pair of shades and pushed them up and into my hair. “Keep them on. For character,” Stubby had told me yesterday.
Whatever.
Running a finger around the edge of the suit under each cheek and then at my waist, I snapped it into place on my way out.
“Look.”
I spun around to acknowledge the voice only to meet with a reflection of my torso. Not bad. Even at twenty-eight, I’d give any Twink a run for his money. The assistant held the mirror a little lower as I turned to view my Speedo-covered ass. Could’ve done without the Christmassy green, but the package filling it out was perfect if you wanted my opinion. For a brief second, making a living using my best bits crossed my mind, but I was rudely ushered to the side.
“Hold still.”
The mirror disappeared and make-up took priority, nothing special, just enough to work with the lights. Go. Go. Go.
“Ho. Ho. Ho…”
I shuddered at the sound. Pervy Santa had arrived.
“Damn it. Hold still!”
Scolded for an involuntary reaction. So unfair.
“Here.”
A fresh giant-sized candy cane was thrust into my hand, and two pairs of hands shoved me toward the set.
Santa took his position on the cloth-draped chair. I took mine on Santa’s lap. Beneath his fake beard, that damned lecherous smirk leaked out as he placed his gloved hand on my hip to help me get comfortable. With my Cherubim-painted face set in the brightest of smiles, I leaned and whispered. “Fuck with me today, and I’ll shove this thing so far up your ass they’ll haul you out of here on a stretcher.”
Of course, my threat earned me nothing but a more mischievous grin.
I. Hate. You. I mouthed the words at Santa as Stubby hollered to take our places. Did he really think I was sitting here for fun?
Candy cane in position, I turned and gave the director a nod.
“Quite the cocky one this morning, Parker,” he said, giving me a scrutinizing look from over his clipboard.
Not attempting to hide my smile, I rolled my shoulders. “I’m confident I come prepared today, sir.” I was walking out of here with an eight hundred dollar check, come hell or high water.
“Let’s see what you got, then.”
My breath caught as the gloved fingers at my thigh did their best to
relay Santa’s agreement with the director.
Grin and bear it. I inhaled deep and closed my eyes for a moment of contemplation…
Jeremy’s dick fit perfectly in my grasp. His gaze never left mine, and without a word, he showed me his desire.
Our breaths quickened; eyes widened. And as his head fell to the pillow and he arched from the bed, I took him to ecstasy.
I never took my eyes off the man as he ascended, soared higher, and with a violent quake, settled dazedly back to reality. Slowly, he met my gaze. Had I completed the journey to his satisfaction?
He smiled and --
“Cut!”
At once, aware Santa was begging for an elbow to the sternum -- the bridge of his nose if he didn’t move his grubby hand back where it belonged -- I glared at the director.
“I had it that time!” Throwing Santa’s hand off me, I jumped to my feet.
Stubby chuckled. “No. No, you did great, Parker. I’m impressed.”
“Well, then what?”
“Do that last bit one more time.” He motioned for me to resume my spot on Santa’s lap.
Fuck. I positioned myself on the fat bastard’s leg, wracking my brain. My best acting happened without me here. I was in character doing what he’d asked. What had I done? “Sir. Which part exactly did you want me to do again?”
“That thing where you --” He met my gaze, and from the crook of his brow, it was clear understanding had dawned. “You know, that --”
He pointed, laughing himself breathless, apparently at the look on my face. I’d done exactly as he’d requested. Desire. Ecstasy. Satisfaction. In that order. He’d thrown me off and out of character. My confusion must’ve been evident.
After he caught his breath, he smiled a warm, knowing kind of grin.
“Parker,” he said, “just wink.”
Bryl R. Tyne
Bryl R. Tyne is a wrangler by nature and a writer by choice. Balancing as many pronouns as hats, somewhere between the evil day job, editing, promoting authors, and helping a benevolent Sugar Daddy raise the last few of seven kids, Bryl writes. Homoerotic romance is a favorite, but many of Bryl’s stories cross genres. Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Sci-fi, Horror, even Westerns, Bryl’s tried them all.
Bitsy’s Christmas Demon
Cynthia Sax
Sex with a Christmas Fairy tops this powerful demon’s wish list.
Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders Fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each Fairy is assigned a demon protector. Decimus volunteers to be Bitsy’s protector. He’s lusted after the Christmas Fairy for years. Three days and three nights with Bitsy allows him to satisfy that lust.
Except that three days is not enough, and Bitsy won’t grant him more, not unless he says, “I love you.” That’s a big problem. Demons don’t love. Christmas Fairies won’t accept less. And evil never takes a holiday.
Chapter One
Christmas Fairies were supposed to be nice. They preached endlessly about goodwill on earth and other feel-good shit. Decimus glared at the green-skinned beauty buzzing around the diner, food-laden platters in her small hands. That goodwill clearly didn’t extend to demons. If it did, Bitsy wouldn’t now be torturing the hell out of him.
She brushed against his arm as she passed by. The casual contact made his cock twitch. His cock was already hard. It had been hard for her since he woke up this morning. On any other day of the year, Decimus would have taken care of that problem in the shower, but today was Christmas Eve. Today, his problem belonged to Bitsy.
Not that she cared. She bent over to refill a cup of coffee. Her skirt pulled up, exposing smooth green thigh. Decimus bared his teeth. He wished to bite that soft skin, marking her, declaring to the world that she was his. It didn’t matter that he saw her for only three days out of every year. She belonged to him.
A blond-haired, pink-cheeked elf sitting in a nearby booth stared too intently at Bitsy’s ass. Decimus growled. The elf met his gaze. Decimus allowed his eyes to glow red. The elf stuffed a pancake in his mouth, threw a wad of bills on the table, and ran out the diner door.
Bitsy tossed a frown over her shoulder. Decimus smiled serenely back, giving his best portrayal of innocence. He tapped his watch, and she rolled her emerald eyes. He sniffed the air, and his smile stretched into a demonic grin. She wasn’t as unaffected by his presence as she feigned. He could smell her moist pussy.
She retraced her steps. This time when she brushed against him, he was prepared. He caught her arm. “If I don’t get my order filled soon, Bits, I’ll be taking it to go,” he murmured into that curly green hair. She smelled like mint and Bitsy. Her nostrils flared. Her cheeks flushed a forest green. He was serious about taking action, and Decimus read that realization in her beautiful face.
“Your order is next, sir.” She played waitress with him, her voice high and squeaky. He ran his palm down her arm before reluctantly letting her go.
She hurried to the counter, her hips swinging. “We’re out of cream. I’m going to the storage room to get more,” she informed her employees. She disappeared through a door.
Decimus stood, his body tense with anticipation. The storage room was a favorite rendezvous spot. He let a couple of minutes elapse before following. The employees watched, grins on their faces, but they didn’t stop him. They couldn’t stop him even if they wanted to. He was an ancient and powerful demon. He stomped down the stairs, following his Christmas Fairy’s fresh scent. What he wanted, he got, and he wanted Bitsy, badly.
The door to the storage room was partially closed. He pushed it open. Bitsy’s head was bowed as she unbuttoned her 50’s style carhop waitress dress. Her apron was folded neatly on the shelf. “You’re not wearing a bra,” he observed. Her small breasts were bare, tipped with forest green nipples.
“I’m not wearing panties either.” She shimmied out of the dress, catching the fabric before it fell to the dusty floor. “I figured there was no point. You’d bring me a pair to wear anyway.”
She was right. The three pairs of enchanted panties, custom made for her, were tucked in his inside pocket. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly on top of a storage rack.
“The door,” she reminded him, one hand placed over her breasts, the other over her green private hair. Her skin sparkled. She took his breath away.
“Right.” He turned then slid the deadbolt across, locking the door. “This is new.” Not many storage rooms had locks on the inside.
“I figured after last year…” She blushed a deep green. Last year, a new employee had caught them in a delicate position. She had been on her knees, giving him the blowjob of all blowjobs, her sweet mouth full of his hard cock. Getting caught had bothered Bitsy. Decimus, being a demon, wouldn’t have cared if the entire planet had watched. She was that gifted.
Turning away from him, Bitsy bent over a giant box of paper serviettes. Decimus dropped his pants, freeing his aching cock. He traced her spine down from the nape of her neck to her pert ass. “Did you miss me, Bitsy?” He didn’t know why he asked that. Emotions, other than rage and hate, had no place in a demon’s world. He stroked her pussy. Lust was allowable also. She was wet for him.
“Very much, Dec. I love you.” She moaned, writhing on the box. He wanted to join her. That was how he felt every time she said those three words. “Did you miss me?”
He missed her every minute of every day they spent apart. “I missed this.” He avoided answering her question, thrusting his cock into her hot pussy. She cried out, her back arching. He gritted his teeth. Her moistness tingled, damn it, and he was one squeeze away from coming. He slowly withdrew, relishing the feel of her. That was why no other being would do. No other being held him like Bitsy.
After three more long, hard pumps, his teeth ached. “Can’t… last.” He huffed. It was a difficult admission for a demon priding himself on his control.
“I think you can.” She turned her head, smiled that I’m-going-to-drive-you-insane smile
of hers. That was his only warning before she clenched down on him with her pussy.
“Fuck!” He came hard. His body jerked with the effort. His demonic Fairy laughed as she milked every last drop of cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of her, pressing her into the cardboard box.
“That was… interesting.” Her voice bubbled with amusement.
That was not interesting. That was damn embarrassing. He hadn’t pleased her at all. “That was an appetizer, Bits,” he assured her. “What you call, at the diner, a starter. Something to take the edge off our hunger.” In a couple of minutes, when his heart restarted, he would see to her needs.
Her shoulders shook with laughter. Her soft curls brushed against his forehead. “Your hunger, perhaps.”
His cheeks heated. “Don’t you bust my balls, Fairy,” he grumbled. “I didn’t have a chance. You were too hot and tight.” It was all her fault.
“Of course I’m tight, demon.” She squirmed underneath him. He wouldn’t let her go, pinning her with his body. “I haven’t had sex in three hundred and sixty-two days.”
She hadn’t fucked anyone else. He’d known that but it pleased him to hear the confirmation. “And whose fault is that?” If it were up to him, they would fuck all year round.
“Yours.” Green eyes flashed. “All you have to do is tell me you love me, and we can fuck whenever we want to.”
If he fucked her whenever he wanted to, she’d never leave this room. “Demons don’t love.” Only a damn Christmas Fairy would put restrictions on great sex. He freed her long enough to flip her over. He preferred to read her expressions while they argued.
Her current expression was of extreme frustration. Her face was screwed up like a volcano about to blow. He kissed her nose. She was adorable. Her plump bottom lip curled in petulance. He chuckled and kissed her mouth also. She clutched the nape of his neck tightly as though she’d never let him go. He deepened the kiss. She opened for him. She tasted of candy canes. She always tasted of candy canes. He twined his tongue around hers. She moaned into his mouth. He swallowed her sound deep within him, capturing it for release during those lonely nights he knew awaited him.
