by Jill Knowles
She nodded, the scent of her arousal coming off her in a rush of apples and musk.
Dax pulled up the hem of her dress, taking his time and making each touch against her skin a caress. He pushed the clingy velvet up over her hips, a hum of appreciation leaving him when he encountered smooth satin. Maggie raised her arms over her head, inviting him to remove the dress completely. He did, turning away briefly to toss it onto the table where it wouldn’t get damaged. Turning around, he drew in a deep breath when he saw the vision standing before him.
Maggie stood, loose limbed and graceful, wearing only a lacy burgundy teddy and her sandals. He started forward, intent on the feast before him, but she held up her hand.
“Now you.”
“All right.” Dax toed off his boots, glad he’d forgone socks, then pulled off his shirt.
“Wait,” she said, her gaze traveling over his chest. He could feel her eyes linger on his pierced nipples before drifting down to the faint treasure trail on his abs.
“Very nice.” She winked at him. “Please, continue.”
Chuckling, he undid his belt and the catch on his pants, then pushed them down and stood before her in just his tented boxer briefs.
“You know, I never thought those were sexy before. I was wrong.”
Warmth bloomed low in his belly at the approval in her voice. “I’m glad you like them.” He stepped forward, sliding his hands around her hips and locking them at the small of her back before pulling her against him. As her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, he captured her mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside in blatant mimicry of fucking. Her palms rubbed his shoulders and down his back to caress his butt in firm, sure strokes. Dax growled into her mouth as she rubbed the spot just above the crack of his ass where his tail sprouted when he wore his true form.
“Found a hot spot,” she said, breaking the kiss to gaze playfully at him. She rubbed her thumbs in the area again, teasing another low growl from him, before continuing back down to cup his cheeks. “You have the most fabulous ass I’ve ever seen, let alone had the pleasure of fondling.”
“You say the nicest things,” he said, tightening his cheeks beneath her hands. “Shall I remove my underwear?”
“Shush, I’m enjoying.” The elastic in his boxer briefs was pulled back and lightly snapped against his skin.
“My bad, shutting up now.”
“Ummm. Good.” She slid her hands beneath the waistband of his underwear, kneading his ass with warm palms. “This is a thing of beauty and a wonder to behold. And be held.”
“Are you punishing me?”
“Only if you ask nicely.” She gave him a firm squeeze, then sank down on the end of the bed. “My legs are getting wobbly.”
Dax knelt on the floor in front of her, between her open thighs. The position put his mouth at the same height as her breasts. He held her gaze as he trailed his fingertips over the swell of her breasts, grazing the line between dainty lace and creamy skin. Dipping his thumbs into the crease of her cleavage, he let his fingertips glide down and skim across her nipples. She gasped, and he felt the tender peaks tighten. Abandoning his playful torment, he cupped her breasts, pressing his thumbs in firm circles over her nipples. Maggie’s hands tightened on his shoulders, and she bent down for a long, deep kiss. He lazily dueled with her for a bit, then ran his tongue across her lower lip, making her giggle.
“Sorry,” she said, looking not sorry at all. “It tickled.”
He licked her lip again, grinning as he was rewarded with another giggle. Before she could respond further, he leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, the lace of her teddy rough against his tongue. She moaned, her right hand caressing the short hair at the nape of his neck, her left rubbing up and down his arm. Dax suckled at her, the contrast between the lace and her soft, hot skin causing his penis to harden even further. The taste of apples was stronger here. He let her nipple go, nosing down into the valley between her breasts, inhaling the ineffable scent of tits and musk. At her slight sound of protest, he kissed his way up to lick at her other nipple.
His erection throbbed in time with her soft moans as he suckled her. The sound, scent, and taste of her pleasure nourished him, sweeter and more filling than any mere meal could ever be. Dax’s control slipped, and he nipped at her, making her squeak and then giggle again. The very human sound of her laughter reminded him he was with a precious, fragile human, making it easier to push back his Incubus nature. Redoubling his torment of her nipples, he soon had her writhing as she pressed her heated center against his belly.
Raising his head, he caught and held her gaze while he pulled the cups of her teddy down to rest underneath her breasts, lifting and framing them for his heated gaze. “Lean back and rest on your elbows.”
She quirked a brow at him, but did as he asked. Dax used a fingertip to trace her lower lip, and then, barely brushing her sweat-sheened skin, he trailed his finger over her throat, breasts, belly, and mound before finally coming to a stop over her center. She shivered as he pressed gently, moving his finger in tiny circles. Still holding her gaze, he slid his fingers underneath her teddy and deftly unsnapped the crotch. She raised her hips a bit so he could push the satin material up to her waist. He leaned down, inhaled the heady fragrance of her arousal, and then lapped at her pussy, his tongue making quick, light strokes on her labia. With a soft “Mmmmmm...” of satisfaction, Maggie opened her legs wider, giving him full access to her body. Dax licked harder, and spread the folds of her labia with his tongue to find her swollen clit. He closed his mouth over the sweet bud and suckled gently, making her cry out with a first, tiny orgasm. She tasted heavenly -- the musk of her arousal, the faint hint of the lavender soap she used, and the wonderful, crisp apple taste that was all her own intoxicated him. Again, his Incubus nature tried to come forward, and this time it took a sharp bite to his lower lip to push it back.
Needing some distance, he pulled away and gazed down at her. She looked like a debauched goddess. She displayed her tits proudly, their peaks swollen and hard from his mouth. She gazed at him with heavily lidded eyes, the rosy blush of arousal making her creamy skin glow. Only his quick grab and tug on his testicles stopped him from coming on the spot.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, dropping his mouth back down to her core. He drew her most tender flesh into his mouth and sucked greedily; his tongue stabbed at her clit over and over, until she stiffened and cried out beneath him. Her cries of satiation, her sweet taste, and the scent of her juices drove him to keep suckling at her, until the only sounds in the room were the wet noises of his mouth and tongue and her soft keens of pleasure.
“Enough,” she gasped, tugging at his short hair with one hand. “I need you inside.”
Giving her pussy one last, fond lick, he sat back.
Panting and moaning with each breath, she held a hand out to him. “Inside, now.”
He stood, shucked out of his underwear, and retrieved a condom from the stash under his pillow. He rolled it onto his aching shaft with unsteady hands and then crawled up over her, pulling her trembling body into his arms. “Okay?”
“Inside, now,” she repeated, tugging at his arm.
Shuddering, desperate to keep his true form under control, he moved between her legs and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself. She purred her satisfaction, suckling his tongue like he’d just sucked her clit. He held her still with his hands in her hair while he devoured her mouth. He nudged the tip of his cock against her opening, pushing just the head inside her. Not content to wait for him, she bucked up against him, impaling herself on his shaft.
Maggie was thrilled to discover that Dax’s cock was just as surprisingly well built as the rest of him. He filled her wonderfully, not quite as long as “David,” but wider, almost as wide as burnished silver “Goliath,” her largest toy.
And Dax knew how to move. His hips undulated as his penis glided in and out of her with long, languid motions. Each thrust and withdrawal pressed
the head of his cock against her sweet spot, a place James, her ex-lover of two years, had never managed to find other than by accident. Dax had not only found it, but seemed to instinctively know how much pressure she needed to fully enjoy herself.
“Deeper,” she murmured, clamping her hands to his exquisite ass to guide him. Dax obliged, increasing both the speed and power of his thrusts. Maggie felt her body tighten, felt the tingling in her core that told her to brace herself, and shuddered into another climax. Dax stilled, the head of his cock pressed against her sweet spot as he held her through the pinnacle; then he resumed his lazy strokes. He nuzzled at her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw. Maggie kneaded his butt, loving the feel of his powerful muscles under her hands.
This was wonderful, but she wanted him deeper. “Let’s change positions.”
“What did you have in mind?” He eased out of her and sat back on his haunches. His lovely, thick cock jutted up from between his legs like a spear. A dark purple, latex-covered spear.
Kinda silly looking, but yummy, she thought, salivating. She considered leaning down and taking him into her mouth, but she hated the taste of latex. I need to buy some flavored condoms.
“This,” she said, turning over in one fluid move and climbing to her hands and knees, legs spread wide. She heard a strangled sound and turned her head to look at him just in time to see him give his balls a vicious yank.
“Warn a guy before you do something like that!” he said, blue eyes wild.
She smirked up at him, biting back a chuckle. “Are you gonna sit there and complain or are you gonna fuck me?”
Dax laughed, a rich, honeyed sound she wanted to taste “I’m going to fuck you, Maggie mine.” He pressed his shaft into her, sheathing himself in one powerful thrust.
She gasped at the deepened penetration and clenched her vaginal muscles around him in retaliation.
“Wench,” he growled, laughing again. He grasped her buttocks and squeezed them roughly as he fucked her deep and hard.
Maggie moaned as he found her sweet spot again, the angle of penetration giving her more of the delicious pressure. His hands gentled on her ass, fingertips dipping into her crease to brush over her anus. No one had ever touched her there, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. He didn’t try to penetrate her, though, just rubbed his thumb over her pucker with firm, deliberate strokes. It felt good. Odd, but good. Very good. “Oh,” she said, her climax catching her by surprise. She bucked against him, and Dax stiffened, his thick cock jerking inside her as her internal muscles milked him dry. They lay entwined, still connected, until their breathing quieted. Dax eased out of her, shifted to the side to deal with the condom, and then cuddled back up against her. Sated, Maggie gave in to her body’s need for sleep.
* * * * *
Someone was watching her. Maggie opened her eyes and saw Dax lying beside her, his eyes full of raunchy tenderness. “Hey,” she said, smiling at him. The quality of the light told her it was early, just after dawn.
“Hey, yourself.” He leaned forward to brush his lips against hers.
With a hum of pleasure, she snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Good?” he asked, stroking the arm she rested across his belly.
“Let’s just say I won’t be complaining about unreality in romance novels anymore.”
He snickered, his mirth deepening to full-out laughter when she lightly slapped his tight abs. “I was so not going to bring that up.”
“But you were thinking it.”
“Okay, you got me there. The look on your face was priceless.”
She rolled her eyes and simply waited until he stopped shaking, enjoying the visual feast laid out beside her. The silver hoops that pierced his small dark nipples fascinated her. She brushed a fingertip across one, smiling when it tightened. “Did it hurt?”
“Yeah, but it was worth it. It makes them much more sensitive.”
“Hm.” She rubbed her finger over the small peak, the slight increase in his breathing telling her he liked what she was doing.
“Tug, gently.”
She did as he asked, satisfaction coiling through her when he arched against her. She tugged again, a bit harder on the other hoop, feeling herself get wet as he moaned and shifted beneath her hands. Sliding her leg over him, intending to straddle him, she learned the downside of amazing sex. Overused muscles protested at the movement, and she knew she wasn’t up for another round. “Damn.”
“Sore?”
“Very. But it’s a good kind of sore.” She petted his chest, soothing the tender peak she’d just been tormenting.
“Want me to kiss it and make it better?” he asked with a friendly leer.
She moved again, considering. “I don’t think that’s going to work either, darn it.”
He shrugged, nuzzling her hair. “I have nothing against cuddling.”
The hot, heavy erection pressing against her hip seemed to have other ideas.
“Do you have any flavored condoms?” she asked, wishing again that she’d replenished her supply when she’d gone to Klamath Falls the last time.
Dax looked intrigued, then disappointed. “Nope.”
“Then, can I give you a hand with this?” She petted his penis.
He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Please do.”
Maggie caressed him, exploring the man who’d made her feel so good the previous night. He had a remarkably handsome erection, long and thick, with a slight backward curve to it. And he wasn’t overly hairy; she liked that. His chest was smooth and hairless, with a faint line of short dark hair starting just below his belly button, and continuing in a treasure trail down and around his cock and balls. He was circumcised, which she found a bit surprising, though she wasn’t sure why. Concentrating on the mushroom head, she rubbed her thumb through his piss-slit, smearing pre-come over both their skins. Using the slick fluid to lubricate her hand, she began to stroke him, gripping him firmly and giving her wrist a slight twist to vary the rhythm.
Dax growled low in his throat, a feral sound that made her nipples tighten, his hips moving in counterpoint to her hand. She pressed a kiss to his closest nipple, then caught the silver hoop in her mouth, tugging it with her teeth. He moaned, his free hand sliding between his legs to roll and fondle his testicles.
The sight of her hand moving over his shaft while his hand caressed his balls was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Maggie increased the pressure of her grip slightly and bit down on his nipple.
Dax cried out and stiffened, his body shuddering against her.
She watched, mesmerized, as his cock jerked and pulsed out jet after jet of milky white fluid.
“Wow.” She pressed a kiss to his chest. The temptation to swipe her finger through his come and taste him was strong, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood by having the “Are you clean?” talk.
Chapter Seven
Dax walked Maggie to her car at just after seven a.m.
“I’ll see you tonight,” she said, running her hand down his bare chest before opening the door and climbing inside.
He patted his front pocket, which held her phone number and directions to her house. “I’ll be there.”
She pulled the door closed and started the car, giving him a small wave as she backed away from the curb.
He watched as she drove away, a small smile playing about his lips. Last night had been the most satisfying sex he’d had in years. He went back into his room to change into his hiking gear. The quick, giggly shower he’d shared with Maggie had been fun, though he wasn’t sure how clean either of them had ended up. He contemplated taking a second shower, but decided against it. Now that he had a new direction to take in finding the massacre site, he wanted to get moving.
He stripped out of yesterday’s slacks and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white, long-sleeved t-shirt, then sat on the end of his bed to put on socks and hiking boots. Next, he grabbed his backpack and went to his box of
hiking supplies, packing enough food and drinks for several days. It was more than he needed, but he’d learned the hard way to plan ahead for unexpected delays. He made one more trip into the motel room, picking up his cell phone, wallet, and Leatherman tool. The wallet went into his back pocket, and phone and Leatherman were clipped onto his belt.
That should do it. Back outside, he climbed into the Jeep. He could almost feel the anticipation coming off Bertha. In the fifteen years he’d had her, enough demon blood and stray magic had hit the Jeep to warp an aircraft carrier. In the case of Bertha, he was certain the Jeep had developed a personality. Though he’d never seen any concrete proof of sentience, he was positive that Bertha was much more than an ordinary machine.
“Hey, Lady B,” he said, stroking her dashboard. “You ready to run?” When he turned the key in the ignition, her usual engine growl had a bit more purr in it than usual. His first stop would be the local drugstore, to look for flavored condoms.
* * * * *
Maggie squirmed in the seat of her car, savoring the delicious ache between her legs. Last night and this morning had been amazing. She pulled into her driveway and sauntered into the house, smugness oozing from every pore. As she padded into the bathroom for a quick shower to wash her hair, Rusty and Crank twined around her ankles, demanding attention. She knelt down on the daisy-patterned bathmat to pet both cats. After a minute or so, the steam told her that the crotchety old plumbing had finally coughed up the hot water. Giving Crank one last chin rub, she stood, adjusted the water temperature, and climbed into the shower, pulling the doubled curtain closed behind her. With a brurrt of contentment, Rusty jumped up onto the rim of the tub and padded between the inner and outer shower curtains.
Maggie wetted her hair and then washed it, regretting that the lavender and sandalwood scented shampoo would wash away Dax’s spicy, citrus scent.
What a night. As she dried off, she talked to her cats. “Mommy got thoroughly laid last night, kitty-cats. She’s very happy.”
Rusty and Crank looked up at her, blinking bright golden eyes.
