Page 93 of Secondhand Soul

“You said you had a friend who has friends in the CrossRealms?”

“A guy who knows a guy. Not friends,” I shrug, pulling off my dark shirt full of grease and oil stains, tossing it behind me and prowling up to Victoria.

She slinks farther back, heading to the bathroom door. This is our routine. Mechanics are dirty by the end of the day if they’re doing their jobs right. Victoria typically joins me in the shower, and she genuinely seems to love lathering me up, sinking her hands into my muscles, and letting her fingers find new places to slide in or circle around. I love it, too.

Again. This is a dream. Equal parts sweet and erotic. The nagging voice in my head tells me the nightmare has to happen soon, but Victoria’s talking, even as she’s luring me into the shower.

We shed our clothes together, and she suggests, “Call the guy and ask him to call the other guy. I can’t do it. I’m dead,” she smirks, “at least according to those guys.”

“Pazcuso needs to be gone so you can live again,” I whisper, grabbing hold of her when she’s done wriggling her leggings off.

“If he keeps messing around with magic and bad science, he’s going to get killed. I don’t know much about people like you and Manny—”

“I don’t think there are very many people like me and Manny,” I breathe out, mouth tracing her skin, seizing the spot on her throat that makes her moan, the places on her shoulders that are so perfect and smooth.

“Seems like there’s a history of monsters turning on their makers. Even in my case,” she whispers, voice going breathy as my hands stroke down her back.

“Because people like Pazcuso and Bocella were arrogant. They played with fire, touched the dark, and they got burned,” I whisper back, pulling her into the shower with me.

Lathering starts at once, because I can’t put my grimy hands on the yummiest bits of her until I’m clean. I’m not complaining, because Victoria sinks her chest against my back, her soapy hands stroking my cock until I’m close to firing off my load.

One hand leaves my cock and sneaks back between my cheeks, stroking, circling, finding my anus and sliding in gently, pushing forward like she’s found the release button for my cock. I don’t know where or how she learned it, but I know it makes me whimper in pleasure and clutch the wall. “Oh, you’re so next,” I moan as her finger sinks in and out of me, and her thumb does this magical circle over and under my tip, like she’s milking the cum out of me.

“Remember when I ran to the pharmacy today?”

Where the hell did that come from? “Yeah?” I don’t care, actually. If she suddenly wants to start talking about the migratory patterns of Canadian geese, I would nod along happily while she causes me to turn to solid stone and makes my knees give out.

“See what I got us?”

I pry my eyes open, but it’s hard, since the waves of pleasure have officially reached “blinding” and “spine-buckling.”

There’s a shiny purple bottle in the corner of the tub which wasn’t there before. “What’s that?”

“Water-resistant lubricant. So you can stay slippery when wet.” She braces me while I shudder, my cum shooting out as I huff out a curse into the steam.

“Baby. So good to me,” I rasp and fall to my knees, partly because I need to, and partly because now I can wear Victoria like a facemask, her pussy on my mouth, right where it’s supposed to be.

“Great for shower sex. And for being in new places,” Victoria groans as I grip her hips and keep her pinned in the corner of the tub, her back against the tile, her legs over my shoulders.

I devour her pussy like a starving man, licking her from core to clit, finally getting the sweetness-and-sex taste of her in my mouth after craving it all day. “This is how you can tell I’m bad,” I murmur between long licks.

“Why?” Victoria’s voice is a squeak, and she’s tugging on her nipples again, a sight that makes me wish my mouth could be in two places at once.

“Because I’m eating my dessert before dinner.”

“You can always have seconds,” Victoria whimpers as I worry her clit with my upper lip, feeling it turn harder and fuller from my touch.

“I’m not even done with my firsts, yet.” I let my tongue part her sweet center, feeling her walls clamp down. My fingers grip her thighs, then her cheeks. I want her on her back so I can spread her little pink puzzle wide and learn all the pieces even better than I’ve learned them this past week. I want to know how to make her go weak as easily as she turns me into jelly. For now, I settle for my tongue on her clit and my fingers working inside, trading places, spreading her and stretching her, feeling her answering squeezes.

“How does something so little take such a big cock and still stay so tight?” I marvel. I’m not bragging (well, a little, maybe), but I know I’m bigger than average.

“Love and a good boyfriend.” Victoria’s head lolls, and her toes dig into my sides, tight little points that mean I’m doing something right.

“Are you sure you’re not magical, too?” I tease.

“Nope, just enjoying sex for the first time ever. I love what we do. So much that I want to do more new things.”

My tongue would prefer we keep doing the current thing, but my cock, even though it just emptied, starts to stiffen up with curiosity. “What thing?”