I'll need seconds
935 Words
Chapter Four
“I’ll need seconds”
Lacey POV
After our small argument I went to take a shower. When I came out, clad only in a towel, Sam couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“Hey, dipshit! I need clothes.” I snap at him.
“Watch your attitude, Lacey. I have no issue spanking you until you can’t sit for a week.”
I examine my nails. “Uhuh, sure. Can I get clothing now?”
He stands and opens a door, revealing a walk- in closet.
Oh, s**t. One half is all women’s clothes.
All my size.
All my favorite style.
“f*****g pervert” I mutter under my breath.
“I’ll let you change” Sam says, walking out. I look around to find the least revealing pair of pajamas, and settle on a lacey two- piece. It’s still revealing and sexy as hell, but it’s the most modest thing lying around.
I decide that, being in a teasing mood, I might as well have some fun with Sam. He wants to keep me locked up? I’ll f*****g torture him.
I have a pretty hot body, like all Faye.
I opt for a sexier lingerie set. It’s a lacey crop top and thong, leaving little to the imagination.
A great thing with Faye’s is that we’re very comfortable with our bodies and nudity. I don’t mind wearing next to nothing for the sake of torturing someone.
Once I have on my pajamas I let my hair down from the bun I had it in, and allow it to cascade down my body in the loose curls the bun created. Looking in the full body mirror I smile at my appearance, and step out of the closet.
Sam looks up from his laptop, and his mouth drops.
“Holy sh-“
“Problem?” I ask innocently.
“Two can play this game” he mutters, and proceeds to take off his shirt- leaving him in just boxer briefs. I lick my lips and gulp. His abs are… f**k, his abs. Incredible. Gorgeous rippling muscles that I would love to trail my tongue down…
“See something you like?” he questions. If he thinks that this little stunt will make me back down, he’s absolutely wrong. I lean against the wall and stroke my cleavage, bringing his eyes down to my breasts.
Before I can blink my hands are pinned against my head and his body’s pressing mine into the wall. His touch ignites something incredible in me, and I let out a sigh of need and contentment at the same time. His lips crash down on mine and I moan into his talented kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth. Tasting, devouring, devastating. It’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
“f**k, I can’t wait” he growls, hoisting me up and carrying me to bed.
My initial game of seduction has turned into a very real situation, in which I’m absolutely ready to let Sam f**k my brains out.
I really hope he doesn’t get attached, though. Although I’m down for a good f**k right now, I am not down to deal with any mate bullshit.
I have heard that demons are one hell of a ride, and I’m looking forward to finding out if it’s true.
Sam manages to surprise me with his speed, yet again, because my hands are suddenly tied to the headboard.
“Hey! What the f-“ my swear is cut off with another kiss.
“You really thought your attitude wouldn’t get punished?” He whispers, pulling away from the addictive kiss.
“Sam, you’re seriously tying me up our first time f*****g?”
“Yes. And don’t pretend you don’t like it. Because your body says otherwise.”
He’s right. I haven’t ever been more turned on than I am now. Although I’m not admitting it, the feeling of being trapped is exhilarating. Giving up control to someone you trust.
And for some reason, I trust Sam.
He starts ripping off my outfit and I growl.
“Watch it” he warns before ripping off the rest, and settling his head between my thighs.
It only takes one lick for me to start going insane.
“OHMYFUCK!” I scream out. His tongue is an expert, and finds the exact way to play with me that makes me shake, even before an orgasm. I can’t seem to stop the feeling of bliss going through me. And when I finally reach an orgasm?
I let out a scream that cracks the mirror on the vanity in the corner of the room. I’m guessing that I’m currently tied with enchanted rope, which should suppress my powers.
But s**t!
But Sam doesn’t stop. No, I come again, and again, and again, until I’m practically sobbing from ecstasy. Then, before I can comprehend what’s happening, he’s inside of me. His pace is feral and he’s the definition of a s*x master. He hooks my legs under his arms to get an angle where he goes even deeper.
I swear to f**k, he’s in my womb. He has to be with how long her is. I can’t help the constant moans and screams escaping me, as we both come over and over again.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come, and everything seems to disappear other than our bodies, and the incredible pleasure I’m experiencing.
I think I come literally so hard that I pass out, because when I open my eyes again- my hands are free and I’m curled into his body.
“Waking up, baby?” he asks, stroking my shoulder. I nod and turn to face him.
“Did I come so hard I passed out?” I ask, puzzled. He nods.
“Haven’t you heard that demons are one hell of a ride?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth” I say, pressing my lips to his.
With s*x skills like that, I’m going to be coming back for seconds very soon.
- Writer
