Day 27-Bo's POV
I can't believe how much this feels like a time out. I've been bad and now I'm sentenced to sitting in some crappy motel room all night by myself while Lauren is out there risking her life and worse-on a date. Sure she can say it's not a date but I know what a date is and this is one. She can say she is only on this because Hale the new whooptido Ash is ordering it but all I hear is blind date set up by none other than one of my closest friends.
Sure I did lose my temper with this Ravenger or whatever the hell goofy ass name he has but I still could have pulled it off, after all it wasn't rocket science and even if it was I have Lauren here with me to figure it out. Honestly I could care less about this stupid case what I really cared about was the fact that I had hurt Lauren's feelings-and now she was on a date—with a water Fae, whatever the hell that was.
I know I had been an ass about the whole situation and yes I was completely aware I had acted like a child over the whole sandwich incident. I may not have technically realized it at the moment but I did the second after my big mouth got me in trouble.
Of course I remember she is human and that she is owned—God I hate that word. But sometimes it's hard to remember it every second. When I'm with her I don't feel like I'm Fae and she is human and this is some big forbidden love-I just feel like it's an unspoken one. When I think of her belonging to someone I think of it as being to me. Not in the creepy I'm going to tell you what you can and can't do way but in the way that she is mine and no one elses. That I have a hold of her heart the way she has mine.
I wanted to explain that too her, that when I see her I don't see all the shitty politics of a secret species ironically, I just see this beautiful, brilliant woman who I'm head over heels for. That I don't see some weak woman owned by a collective group of asshats I just see her as this unbelievably strong and confident woman.
But none of that came out.
No, I gave up a half-assed apology and let her get ready for her date. I'm a freaking succubus dammit and I'm here handing off my woman to a water Fae—that doesn't even sound sexy-or scary.
Pushing myself off the bed I begin pacing around the small room, and here I thought my crappy apartment was crappy. Looking out the window I stare at the slowing drizzle, and feel a chill the memory of earlier coming back—who am I kidding it's been on replay since she left.
I know I hurt her, really hurt her—it was hard to miss, impossible to ignore. The second the words left my mouth her big beautiful eyes filled with pain that quickly spread over her exquisite features. I was just so jealous, so angry about everything and tired-God was I tired.
I loved being here with her, loved helping people but I had barely seen my bed in weeks. I missed Kenz and Hale and Trick and Dyson. I missed my life but I also remembered that when we went back my Lauren time would be significantly cut shorter. I wanted us to be able to go back to our life and keep this up. Keep up the sharing and the talking and the flirting and the sex-yes God the sex. I don't pray very often, maybe three times in my whole life but I would definitely pray for that to continue if I knew it'd work.
Sure I had sex quite a bit well actually I had foreplay quite a bit, I hit all the bases except for home most times. Dyson was really the only person I consistently went around all the bases with. Him and Lauren. But they were so different, with him it was rough and rugged and passionate and crazy and I could feed and be abrasive when and if I wanted too. With her though it wasn't rough and certainly not abrasive. I remember seeing in a few old shows where the guy would justify cheating on his wife because the things he wanted to have done he would never make his wife do, I always thought it was a cop out but I sorta get it now. Things I've done with—to Dyson I'd never do to her. She's on this pedestal and will never come down from it. Don't get me wrong she can go pretty rough to the point where it's not considered just sex or making love but it's just different. And there is passion, passion like I've never felt before it's just not the type that makes me want to hurt her-maybe what I had with him isn't passion. Maybe with him it's just lust—opportunity.
I know it's passion with her—it's love.
I can't believe how big of an ass I was, honestly I think I broke my own heart the moment I said those words or maybe it was the moment I realized I had hurt her that bad. I'd seen her upset, irritated, frustrated, tired-but this was a new level of hurt like I had hit a nerve she had tired so hard to hide.
I look around the room searching for something, some reason I can interrupt her date with that's better than complaining about Hale but what did I have? I'm being attacked by some crazy Fae? Well I'm the succubus who is supposed to be a bad ass and she was fifteen minutes away so that wouldn't be smart. I could say I got sick and was in need of medical attention but once again I'm a succubus, one chi-sucking kiss and I would be good, kinda wipes out the need for a doctor visit. Dammit sometimes being a succubus sucks.
"Son of a bitch," I mumble aloud to myself pulling my phone from my pocket. If this man kept this up I would be taking him off my Christmas list. Eight texts all about how I can't be there and how I was a bad girl for making him have to send out what's her name.
Boo-Hoo. I'm the one stuck in here like a caged beast whose mate is being pawed all over. Damn I really have to get a control over this jealousy shit. Sitting on the corner of the wobbling desk my eyes run over the paint pealing walls until they finally reach the bathroom and I can't help but chuckle. When in doubt—flirt.
Me: I'm think going to take a shower. (11:30 p.m.)
Me: In case you come back and find me not here not being a pervert (11:43 p.m.)
Me: Unless you are feeling like naughty Dr. Lewis in which case I'll wait to shower ;p (11:48 p.m.)
Me: Consider the little face a hint. (11:59 p.m.)
Sighing to myself finally giving up after the fourth text in thirty minutes I toss the phone onto the bed and head for the bathroom. If she wanted to be left alone on this date of hers then fine I would go on about my day and leave her be.
Looking myself in the mirror as I think this I can't help but laugh and think Yeah Right. Like I was actually ever going to be okay with her being on a date without me. I mean when Nadia came back I lived in a constant state of jealousy and now here I was—Hm I wonder if this is what she feels like with me and Dyson?
Shaking off the thought I walk back into the room shedding my shirt as I do, I would get around to the shower eventually just hopefully she would be jumping at the thought of joining.
Kenz: Bo she is working it leave her alone. (12:32 a.m.)
Me: Working it? (12:33 a.m.)
Kenz: LMAO I meant she is working although she may be working it. Never know. Here nickname is Dr. Hotpants for a reason after all. (12:33 a.m.)
Me: Thanks for that. (12:34 a.m.)
Kenz: No problem babes. (12:34 a.m.)
Me: Really though what do you think I should say? I think I pushed a little far with something. (12:37 a.m.)
Kenz: I think you should leave her ALONE. (12:37 a.m.)
Me: You're no help. (12:37 a.m.)
Kenz: You haven't stopped texting her have you? (12:38 a.m.)
Me: Nope. (12:38 a.m.)
Kenz: STOP ALREADY. This is moving into creepy stalker Vex territory. (12:40 a.m.)
Me: Awe I know what this is about you, miss me cause I've been gone so much. You're jealous (12:41 a.m.)
Kenz: Sure. (12:42 a.m.)
Me: Sure? (12:43 a.m.)
Kenz: Well every time you and Dr. HotPants go on one of these little missions of yours Trick allows me a free tab on the good stuff. And Hale lets me take field trips with him to some every interesting places ;) (12:44 a.m.)
Me: Really feeling the love tonight thanks. (12:45 a.m.)
"Ass," I chuckled kicking my pants off and scooting up the bed may as well get comfortable since apparently I won't be sharing the bed tonight.
Mentally growling at the thought I drop the phone down beside me and stare up at the ceiling, feet idly fidgeting with the comforter. It was odd for such a cheep, crappy room the bed was beyond comfortable. Sighing I tear my eyes from the cloud shaped spot on the ceiling down to my body, I really will get around to showering.
Feeling the vibration of the phone I quickly pick it up expecting Kenzi's smart ass comment which was about the only things making me laugh tonight.
Lauren: I'm on my way back now. (12:48 a.m.)
Lauren: Not mad or bothered just was unable to answer the phone. (12:48 a.m.)
I can't help the smile taking over my face not only did she FINALLY respond but she wasn't mad about my flirting and she was actually on her way back to me. HA! In yo face water chick-yeah really need to get this competitive jealousy thing under wraps I seem like a crazy woman.
Me: Finally. I'm starving are you bringing me something? (12:49 a.m.)
Lauren: You could say that, it depends though. (12:49 a.m.)
Me: On what? :( (12:49 a.m.)
Lauren: One what exactly you are starving for. (12:49 a.m.)
One what exactly I'm starving for? What does that mean? Wait, did she mean on what exactly I'm starving for? I reread the text six times three using ONE and three using ON—yep I definitely think one was a typo but did she really mean that suggestively or was it like she knows what places are on the way back here and that is what she is willing to stop for?
Hm. Well I've already made an ass of myself, whats once more right?
Me: My, my Dr. Lewis are you attempting to talk dirty to me? (12:50 a.m.)
Lauren: Talk dirty? No. Speak suggestively...possibly. (12:50 a.m.)
Me: Well in that case please do continue. (12:50 a.m.)
Lauren: It doesn't work that way. See you'd have to say something and then I'd have to say something suggestive to follow it up. Told you it's not me talking dirty. (12:50 a.m.)
Me: Well that case let me think of something to good to say.... (12:51 a.m.)
I start to type but find myself deleting the text after all what was I going to say? I mean this wasn't like her—sure she had said some pretty non-Lauren expected, extremely blush worthy things when we've had sex before but this was different. This was a whole new level and I didn't want to scare her off.
Me: If I was to say that I have this very explicit fantasy of you giving me a lap dance...you would say...? (12:51 a.m.)
Lauren: I'd say...you switch our positions in this fantasy and I wouldn't be opposed. (12:52 a.m.)
Me: Hmm. Okay...so if I was to say I was laying here wanting you...you'd say...? (12:52 a.m.)
Lauren: I'd say that you are censoring yourself and not saying what you really want to. (12:52 a.m.)
I can't help but grin with giddiness. This was beyond hot, this was uncensored Lauren without being in the middle of making her cum. Not that I'm complaining about that just to be clear. But wow. Hm okay.
Okay Doctor Lewis we'll play your game. I smirk as I begin retyping.
Me: Okay. What would you say if I told you I was laying here on the bed in nothing more than that matching set of red bra and panties you like so much desperately waiting for you to get here. (12:53 a.m.)
Lauren: I'd ask why you were desperately waiting for me when I know you're skilled enough to take care of yourself. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: Because the feel of your mouth on me has no comparison. (12:53 a.m.)
Lauren: I can make an argument against that. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: You could try but you'd lose. (12:53 a.m.)
Me: The softness of your lips, the warmth of you breath, the skill of your tongue. It's incomparable. Indescribable. (12:54 a.m.)
Me: I could let my idly wandering hand find a home between my thighs and give me the sweet release my body is aching for...but I think there is a chance that you want to be the one to bring me over the edge. To be the one to make me cum for you. (12:54 a.m.)
I take a deep breath and listen to the sound of my heart in my ears. I can't help the way my arched legs are shifting back and forth with an enormous amount of built up tension, with anticipation—with worry. I can't help but worry I went to far.
Lauren: You're right.(12:55 a.m.)
My breath hitches and I have to reread the last series of texts to make sure I read it right and then I wait nervously for the text that says her last one wasn't meant for me but after five minutes of staring at the screen there is nothing.
Why wasn't she writing anything? Oh yeah she was on her way back here...oh boy.
I feel heat flushing in my cheeks, in the pit of my stomach rushing in between my thighs. What had just happened? What was about to happen? What was I supposed to do just lay here and wait for her? Was I supposed to like jump her when she walked in? Was this all just a flirting banter that was supposed to mean nothing when she arrived? Was I supposed to pretend it didn't happen?
God, you're a succubus get it together.
Chuckling at myself I scoot up the bed just a little so my head is propped up on the two fluffy pillows and I keep my legs arched rocking back and forth—it's more of a reaction to the building tension than a ploy to look seductive.
The sound of the keys in the door startle me and I know that for damn sure wasn't fifteen minutes—was it? Well if I was going to shrug this off it was a little late. I give a smirk as she walks in and pauses giving me that once over she has a habit of doing.
"You weren't kidding," she smiles as she says softly while setting down her hand bag and for a moment I feel my heart drop. What had I done?
"Um—I-were you?" I ask slightly fearful scooting up the bed a tad more.
"Kidding no but I was just being," she pauses and I feel my cheeks beginning to burn as I scoot off the mattress realizing my pants were at the edge of the bed near her along with my shirt. How could I be so stupid.
"Right. Right well so was I-I just um, I was going to shower and-" I trail off trying to keep a forced smile while making my way to the edge of the bed.
"Bo," she whispers my name and reaches out, her hand resting on my forearm but I keep my eyes on my pile of clothes. "I was kidding,"
"I know. You said," my words catch on themselves and all I can think about is making it into the bathroom to hide for the rest of the night.
"No Bo," she tightens her grip and takes a step into me causing me to look up. "I was kidding when I walked in."
"Oh,"
"I was definitely not kidding about what we had said in the texts," she takes a breath and her features relax slightly as she sees I'm not trying to run away any longer. "The whole way here I was thinking about you just lying here all lonely in the bed," she leans in softly nipping at my earlobe sending a shiver down my spine. "Waiting on me,"
"Lauren," I sigh out and I'm sure I had something to say beyond that but I find her delicate lips covering mine. Her skillful tongue immersing itself between my welcoming lips, tasting the luscious heat of her mouth, instantly stoking an equal heat between my thighs. The kiss is practically over before it even starts much to my disappointment.
"Honestly I was fantasizing about the plenty of ways of finding out for myself exactly how serious you were."
"V-very serious," I say helpless under her intense stare.
"Do you know how many times within the past month that we've slept in adjoining rooms, that I've found myself wide awake long into the night, thinking about you. Listening to the rustle of the sheets when you moved, hearing you breathe, your moans wondering if you were thinking about me as you fell asleep?"
"I-" I swallow hard catching myself from answering the question. This was something we didn't talk about. We didn't talk about our feelings, we didn't say what we wanted-those things were left unspoken between us. Weren't they supposed to remain that way?
"Wondering if it was me or him you were thinking about," she whispers into my ear as she bites my earlobe again sending another shiver rushing over me.
"It's you," I breathe out against her neck hesitantly. "It's you I'm thinking about," she pulls back and stares me down with an intensity I've never seen in her eyes before. I know she's drank tonight but I know she isn't drunk. I know she is aroused far more than I had ever seen her, her aura a different type of burning that was intoxicating and intimidating all at the same time.
"Is it?" her whisper is husky, laced with lust but there is a sincerity, a vulnerability I can hear underneath it all.
"Yes," I nod slightly as she lets go of my arm and for a moment I stand perfectly still careful not to scare her off. I wasn't going to lie the things I wanted to do to her were screaming in the back of my mind wrecking havoc on my body but she wasn't Dyson, she wasn't some late night snack—if she needed to stop—if she wanted to stop then all she had to do was let me know. She wouldn't even have to speak, just give me a look or step away and I'd know.
She doesn't though, no instead she leans in catching me by surprise. It's a subtle brush of her velvet lips against mine but it's enough to wake parts of my body I wasn't aware I had. It's innocent and tender yet far more intimate and passionate than any other kiss I've experienced in my life. It's gentle but there is more passion in this little heavenly action than an entire night with-anyone. This isn't the kiss of friends or friends with benefits, no this is a kiss of lovers. A kiss filled with so many unspoken words on both parts that the feelings it arise come crashing into me like a tidal wave.
Was this really happening?
Something about this was just too good to be true, but the sound of my moan against her teasing lips tells me it is. It isn't until after the fifth or sixth closed lip kisses I realize it's more about permission rather than teasing any longer. Her hand at some point moving to my hips, gripping me so tightly it almost hurts-almost. It's like she is trying to keep me from slipping away from her but God, doesn't this woman know by now running away from her is the last thing I'd ever want to do.
My hands slide across her sides to meet at the small of her back, idly they curl up gripping a hold of her shirt pulling her closer to myself needing to feel her near me and at this point any amount of distance was too much.
Letting out a little whimper she tilts her head to the left, lips no longer pulling away from mine. My eyes closing on instinct as my body becomes fully awake. Every part of me yearning to touch her, feel her, taste her, love her. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure she can hear but my worry is only a moments worth as my mind registers the fact that her lips are on mine. They really are always so warm and welcoming, she didn't have Angelina Jolie type of lips but that was more than fine with me. Lauren's were delicious, they were just the right size to be seductive to the imagination and perfect for long, long, long rounds of kiss—amongst other things.
She keeps this slow as I know she is weighting the ups and downs of going through with this once more. She is making sure to keep a steady pace but being sure not to rush this until she makes up her mind—I wish she would though.
Every little movement earns a reaction from me silent or not and her lips are enough to satisfy my hunger—momentarily. The problem with Lauren was that everything about her left me staving for more. Every look, every touch, every sound-this woman was like a drug to me, one that I'd perfectly be fine with overdosing in tonight.
Acting on my impatiences my lips part at just the right moment to part her own, my tongue daring out slowly, teasingly. First just a flick over her top lip and then another moving a little slower, until the third attempt when her lips part further all on their own. Her acceptance just another dose of my drug of choice.
The heat mixed with the sweet taste coming from her mouth is intense so much so that it's pulling me, a growl beginning to form deep in my throat as I can feel the succubus within myself starting to awaken further.
She meets my tongue with a hesitant brush over mine, but just as quickly as hesitance came into play it was gone. It a mere heartbeat before her tongue is matching every single one of my movements, stroke for stroke. Each one lowering her restraint a little more, something I was all too aware of—but I had a while before I had to worry about holding the succubus back.
Maybe.
The sounds of her subtle, little moans reaching my ears with building speed. Her hands tightening her grip, man she has a grip and had I not already been half gone with indulgence in her I'm sure it would hurt but now all it was, was a turn on.
But I find her pulling away and what little control I have left I use to pull back myself which may actually be the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. Over dramatic? Maybe a little but in this moment it certainly feels like it is. Dazed eyes try and focus in on her face with a difficulty I'm trying to down play, but the hint of vulnerability and pain I'm ninety percent sure is there makes my control grow a little. My dazed mind rushes to try and place this look of hers but I can't. I'm usually so good at knowing her looks, her expressions, her touches—that's why this unspoken thing of ours works so well but right now I couldn't tell you what she was feeling, thinking to save my life.
"Do you really mean it?"
"Mean what?" I whisper not completely registering what she is asking me.
"What you said or is that your way of saying what I need to hear. Like when you go to pick someone up from a bar to bring them home,"
"What?" my head tilts back slightly more than a little taken back at her words, a little hurt.
How dare she stand here in the middle of kissing me and imply I think of her as nothing more than some booty call which in actuality can't be compared to a booty call considering I don't ever round home plate. How can she stand in front of me and dare ask me that like she doesn't mean the world to me. Like she isn't the woman who broke my heart when I found out she slept with me because of orders. Like she isn't the woman who showed me I wasn't a monster, that I had the self control to control myself meaning I could have a chance at a life. Like she isn't the woman I stepped away from so she could be happy. Like she isn't the woman I killed someone for because she begged me too. Like she isn't the woman I try to tell I love everyday. Like she isn't the woman who can send the woman and succubus inside into a tail spin alike but if she asked I would walk away without so much as a drop of anger.
How dare she not realize what she means to me by now.
How dare she thinks that with her it's just sex—it's never been JUST sex with her not even the first time. How dare she compare herself to random meaningless people that are a necessity to stay alive when she is the necessity for me to live. How dare she be so damn smart about science and everything else but when it comes to this she can't understand.
How dare she not understand what my unspoken words mean anymore.
That is how we communicate, our bond is supposed to be strong enough to understand everything that goes unsaid. All those times when what I said fell short of what I really wanted to say. All those actions that were for her despite what I wanted-didn't she understand them?
"Do you really have to ask me that?" I asked hands unclenching her shirt and sliding onto her hips.
"Can't you for once just say it aloud,"
No Lauren I can't because that defeats the whole purpose of our relationship! We aren't supposed to say these things aloud—are we?"
"Lauren you aren't some woman I just picked up in a bar, you aren't just some woman to me."
"For how long though," I inhale sharply as she deals the most unexpected blow of the night. "Until we're back home? When you get to be around him again," my jaw clenches as my eyes narrow and I know exactly who the him is.
"Don't bring him into this because you're scared," I didn't mean to say it but it came out.
"Excuse me?"
"You're trying to push me away because you're scared Lauren. You want to get all judgy about me well what about you," I pull back scowling at her, my hurt building. "You can't play the innocent victim here because the reason he gets more time with me is because he tries."
"What does that mean?"
"It means he pushes the issue. It means he starts things and you—you fall back and wait for things to happen or for me to push it and you know what Lauren sometimes it would be nice for you to push it. You know why I was so excited about your little texts? Yeah because they turned me on that's no secret but because it made me think that you really wanted me. Like wanted me to the point where you'd step out of your comfort zone. Where you-where you-"
"Dammit Bo. I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I've had to constantly step back and allow you to be with other men—women. Don't stand here and say that the only reason Dyson gets more time with you is because he tries. I remember plenty of times when you weren't thinking about me unless he was away or had upset you. I remember plenty of times when I was your second choice. I'm standing here on some bullshit case of God knows how many because I want to spend time with you. I'm here because of you. Not some need to help these people or get away, sure they're nice bonuses but it's you I'm here for. It's you that I'm even still here in the Fae world for," she pauses running her hand through her hair. "Did he tell you he suggested I leave—that I run."
"Well why didn't you then?!"
"Because of you!"
I just stare at her for a moment registering what she had just said. My lips part to say something—anything that would hopefully make this better or possibly worse but instead I find myself closing the unnoticed growing distance between us. My arms wrapping around her waist pulling her into a rough embrace.
The kiss which follows that either one of us—maybe both of us instigates is wild and mindless, consuming in it's intensity, it's passion, it's need. It's far rougher than any kiss we've shared before and for the first time I can barely manage to keep up with her passion, her need that has caught us both by sunrise but it's fine I can catch up. Her grip on me returns to it's painful hold and I feel it for a moment but only a moment as my hands reach up into her silky hair which looked so good I almost feel bad about messing it up—almost.
I wanted her, I need her, I had to have her in every way possible. In the unspoken and the spoken ways. I wanted to cross those lines we had drawn in the sand long ago. I wanted to walk the line of the boundaries I had set up for her, I wanted to show her just how much I wanted her. Wanted to show her that human or not it didn't matter to me. Wanted to show her that she could get the same parts of me that he did—more than he did.
"It's you," I moan out as I pull back. "It was you before him," I whisper out in an oddly heavy admittance.
It was true yeah I saw him first so naturally I was attracted to him first but when I saw her it was breath taking. It was her I loved first. Her who I wanted with a relationship with first. Her who I wanted to be a better person for first. Her who I wanted to lose myself completely in first. And had she not spy-banged me than maybe everything that happened with Dyson wouldn't have happened. Maybe my and his relationship would have never reached the shit storm it is now. Maybe we wouldn't have to depend on an unspoken relationship because I wouldn't be so scared to say things aloud to her.
Maybe then I wouldn't be so afraid of having my heart broke again.
Mentally I smile sadly to myself remembering that was the last time I really said aloud how I felt about her. The first and last time I let her see just how much she meant to me. And God help me, that is something that has only grown since then.
Breaking apart for the unfortunate need for air I smile at her softly which quickly turns twice as genuine. Her once flawless hair now tussled from one-too-many touches of mine, if hairporn was a thing then this woman would have it down pact. The tops of her cheeks slightly flushed, her lips slightly swollen from our growing lack of tenderness. It's odd but I can swear she had never looked more beautiful than in this exact moment-until the next moment of course.
She smiles shyly at me which is more sexy than anything as her hands leave my hips and begin moving up the buttons of her blouse until she frees the last one. Before I have the opportunity to help it's already drifting to the floor. Smirking I take her momentarily pause to slide my hands under her white, tiny undershirt and pull it over her head earning a giggle from her as it almost gets stuck on her arms. She is only about a half of inch taller but for some reason I always have this problem. She has amazing reach which is actually beneficial in some situations. She giggles again and I'm sure it's at my smile, I can't help it I've always loved undressing her, it's like a kid on Christmas, the best part is the ripping off the wrapping paper to see what was underneath.
My eyes trace over her features, down her collarbone, down the curve of her breast and I find myself barely being able to swallow over the knot in my throat—maybe its a growl. Having the right to touch her was sending my body back into a tail spin. She is waiting for me to do something but I can't seem to tear my eyes away long enough to move.
"Baby," it's a whisper that suddenly I'm wishing was a moan.
Looking back up I meet her glossed gaze. Grinning I don't bother to say anything rather I lazily let my hands run down the sides of her arms till they reach her hands and my grin turns to a smirk feeling her hands are no more steady than my own. Licking my lips my hands glide back over to the curve of her hips sliding up her delicate skin until they reach the under-wire of her black, cotton bra. Breath hitching as I push the material up shoving the fabric as far away as I could allowing the weight of her breasts to fill my palms.
"It's not a sports bra," she softly chuckles nervously and clears her throat. I just continue to smirk waiting for her to understand, luckily not everything about our unspoken communication has been lost since with a sheepish smile she reaches around undoing it herself. My thumbs rub in slow circles over her nipples, drawing an exquisite little moan out of her mouth.
"You like that?" I ask teasingly and she scowls at me despite the soft whimper that escapes her. "Hm?"
"Ye-yes,"
"Doesn't sound very convincing,"
"Bo," she almost growls her words and I love it.
"Do you want more?" she just scowls at me with an intensity that is exhilarating to see coming from her, wolfy has nothing on this. "I'm going to need to hear an answer,"
"Yes,"
"Yes what?" Oh payback was sweet Dr. Lauren Naughty Lewis.
"Yes Bo, I want more." her voice tries to remain even but her body is giving her away more and more with every passing second.
I lean in closer and closer watching her eyes flutter shut. My breath moving across her skin earning a shiver. Unable to handle the obstruction any longer I place soft open mouthed kisses along her shoulder as I pulled the bar from her body dropping it along with a growing pile of clothes which honestly shouldn't be on this floor but I could care less, this was well worth having to buy new clothes over. Kissing downward her hands find a home in my hair as they tend to do.
A soft kiss to the underside of her breast causes her to tighten her hold demanding more. The feel of my tongue against her hot skin is beyond delectable, beyond delicious. I trace the tip of my tongue around the slope of her breast, dancing back and forth against the plump surface before finally gliding around her nipple. Grabbing a hold of her hips I manage to keep my mouth on her as I maneuver myself down onto the bed sliding up just enough for her to get onto my lap. I bite down harder than intended as she is maneuvering along with me but doesn't pull away, no she just begins to squirm in my lap, hips slowly rocking back and forth against my leg which I arch up harder against her.
Her eyes fly open as she looks down at me, a seductively delicious smirk pulling at the corner of her glistening lips. She doesn't speak as I'm expecting her too but rather rolls her hips again, and again and again once harder the next slower. If I wasn't in love with her already I would have been falling head over heels with her in this moment.
Her breathing a nearly panting now but she continues to stare down at me with this intensity as I continue to kiss and lick her. When I finally take her tender nipple back between my lips, sucking roughly she pulls my hair harder than she ever had before earning a moan from me against her skin, guess I'm doing something right.
Pulling my mouth away despite her whimper and less than gentle grip in my hair I reach up cupping her face and pulled her down the small distance. Lips covering hers once more, she responds with this ravenous hunger all the while her hips never break rhythm.
All of these months, week, days, night of longing, yearning, wishing—of looking but never really being able to touch, of hoping and praying but never receiving an answer suddenly worth it.
Lips remaining firmly on hers my hands quickly travel down her quivering body stopping only when I reach her jeans. With speed that impresses even myself I have them unbutton, unzipped and pulled open in a matter of a second. My hand slipping inside as I relax my leg allow me the space needed to caress her over the dampened fabric making her nearly scream into my mouth.
The kiss deepens too new levels and I have to remind myself not to feed—not to cum. She's rocking against my hand with her body near dead weighting, my fingers teasing her over the material which I can't wait to rip off of her, every moan and gasp that escapes her shredding myself control.
It's several more heartbeats of this sweet torture before I feel a new wave of wetness coating my hand, her rhythm faltering slightly as her moans turn into another scream, this one coming as she tears herself away from my mouth and buries her face in the crook of my neck, her moans muffling against my skin.
"You okay?" I whisper kissing her shoulder, her neck but instead of another moan at the continued teasing my fingers are doing she practically jumps off me.
"Stop," Looking up at her wide eyed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Cheeks a bright red, her eyes glossed over to the point I might have thought she was crying. "Enough," she breathes out and it's harsh enough to wipe the smirk right off my face. "Enough," she repeats softly while pulling down her jeans and panties in one swift movement, her feet giving a little kick as she frees herself from them.
"Oh," I let out stupidly as I begin to realize she meant stop the teasing and not stop entirely. At least I think that's what's happening my mind is still fuzzy. "Oh," I repeat as she step in between my thighs, hands reaching around ripping the clasp of my bra before pulling it off of me. Her hands going to my shoulders before giving a rough push causing me to fall onto the bed. Wasting no time her hands fly to the material on my hips and starts ripping them down giving me no choice but to lift my hips enough to allow her 'request'.
"I want you," she pants out staring down at me and I know, I can feel my eyes transitioning but oddly enough she doesn't turn away, doesn't make a face she just stares down at me with the slightly intimidating intensity and suddenly I'm not so worried about hiding myself from her.
"My, my Doctor Lewis—this is a side I can get behind,"
"Behind—atop-under-just do something," For a second I stare dumbfounded at her, her hands gripping my thighs.
"Not a problem," I growl sitting up, grabbing by the hips and throwing her down on the bed. Sliding up her body I stay posed there for a moment using my free leg to push hers further apart.
Teaching her a lesson I don't kiss her lips this time, or tease her instead I nip my way down her neck back to her breasts. My hand cupping the right while my mouth attacked the left mercilessly. If she didn't want teasing, if she didn't want tenderness then I could do that too. Instead of gentle, lingering licks they were rough and long. There was no kisses or playful nips instead they were replaced with hard bites, and abrasive sucks. Instead of giving her gentle touches it was one tight grip, while my thumb rubbed her nipple occasionally giving a rough pinch.
Instead of pulling away she arched her back and wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist. The scummy little room becoming filled with nothing more than endless moans and pants of my name. I'm sure everyone could hear through the walls but so be it, she was mine let them all know that. It was my name she was moaning, me she was crying out for.
She moans my name once again as my free hand slides down between us, fingers pausing briefly to find the wetness covering her center and I begin stroking her. Tense rigid muscles inside her center tightly holding my gently probing fingers the moment they entered the burning interior of the withering woman beneath me. Unconsciously or consciously I can't tell she begins to rock her hips forward to a slow and steady pace increasing the friction between us.
Moving my mouth over to the slightly neglected counterpart I can't help but moan out as she unwraps her right leg from my waist and slips it in between my own legs. I moan again as I take a page from her play book and begin rocking against her. We are nothing short of a tangled mess that I wasn't aware she had the flexibility or stamina to withstand.
My mouth feverishly kissing every visible piece of skin I could find, my 'lesson teaching' quickly flying out of the window as her leg holds firm against my soaking center and rocking hips. Her hands switching from ripping at my back to pulling my hair. My hand enjoying the depths of her wetness dancing between teasing strokes and sliding inside of her as her hips constantly arch up to meet my movements.
It was by far the most painful position I had gotten myself into yet the most satisfying. Every stroke, every moment, every moan was a new experience. In honesty I had already came twice but in my favor succubi can withstand minor orgasms without faltering—problem was they weren't as minor as I'd like to play them off as.
It's an eternity that we stay like this frantically, feverishly, passionately, hungerly touching, kissing, fucking. But it's not enough. It's never enough. After four times for myself I lost count but I was struggling to keep count of hers until she had managed to pull me up enough to reach my mouth, forcing our mind-blowingly painful position into an even interesting-er one.
I felt my tension building once more and by the way she held onto my body I knew hers was as well. It was several more frantic movements and we were moaning into each others mouths, cries of pleasure growing louder. This time we don't move again but rather lay there together not moving, not speaking hell not even really thinking.
"Don't take this the wrong way," she whispers after a while scaring me considering I listen to her heart slow until it was an even barely audible beat. "but can you please move you hand—I'm just really,"
"Tender?" I giggle into her shoulder as I delicately try to remove my hand from the sweet, sticky mess that was between her legs.
"Sorry," she whispers sheepishly and I just giggle softly again.
"It's okay," I kiss her neck again and smile to myself at how cute she is. I didn't take offense, in the grand scheme of things it must have hurt considering how tight she is, I had actually wanted to ask her before if she had ever been with a man considering that's how tight she was but I never got the courage. Honestly I didn't really want to think about a man with her—anyone with her.
Smiling to myself against her skin I kiss her skin once more before resting my head on her shoulder looking at the window, the sun just beginning to peek.
"You know we should do this in your bed,"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah don't get me wrong this was about a million times over amazing but I'd like to do this in your bed,"
"Okay," she chuckles, her hand idly drawing patterns on my back.
"Really. I mean we've done it in my bed and we've now done it twice in hotel rooms which have all been beyond amazing let me stress but wouldn't you like to do this in the comfort of your house? Your bed?" she doesn't speak and I lazily fix myself in a push up position. "I could fix you dinner while your at work which is really me ordering something and romantically setting it up. And then you'd come home and we could have a nice dinner and we could talk and well if something led to something else well what do you know—we can try out your bed,"
"I lov-" she smiles and her cheeks flush, her eyes leaving mine shooting down to my lips. "I would love that,"
"I love-that idea too," I say with a soft smile which I'm sure is as sheepish as hers.
My heart races wondering if she was going to tell me she loved me. My heart races wondering if she really meant what she had said. Races wondering if she got the unspoken meaning behind my words. Races wondering what would happen in the morning. Races wondering what it would mean to finally be able to call her mine aloud. Races wondering when we got back home tomorrow would this little date fantasy happen. Races with all the hopes of a teenager who is head over heels.
We have an unspoken bond no doubt about it but sometimes I wish it wasn't as silent. And after tonight I really wish I had the courage to move past my hurt, my pride, my fear and be the one to say it aloud.
There was always tomorrow.