Page 84 of False Comeback

Not because I was desperate or anything.

Okay, I was.

I needed to fuck him again. Just one more time. Just to purge him from my system for good.

I’d been tense and restless all afternoon, but for a different reason this time. I hadn’t been able to concentrate at all. The hours had passed at an agonising pace. I’d left work at five-thirty on the dot, gone home and wolfed down some food for fuel, then showered and got straight back in my car.

I glanced back again as I opened the door to room 15, just in case he was pulling into the parking lot. He wasn’t. After stepping into the room, I immediately closed the curtains and emptied my pockets onto the dresser, then dropped the bottle of lube on the bed. It had the same leopard print sheets as last time. Jesus, I hoped they’d been washed.

That incubus had probably snuck in here and rolled around on them after we’d left.

I tugged off my boots and socks, then went to remove my sweater because I was hot and flushed and impatient, but decided not to in the end. I didn’t want to appear too eager when he got here.

He hadn’t replied again, but I knew he’d be coming. He had to.

Except what if he didn’t?

I shook out my hands as I paced the room, my cock already stiff and throbbing in my jeans. I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time we were here. I couldn’t stop imagining what I’d do to him this time if he showed up.

He had to show up. I couldn’t take this anymore.

He’d done something to me. Arrogant, pompous Crossbody had gotten into my head, made me fucking desperate for him. I hated it.

I crossed the room again to check the time on my phone. 7.49 p.m.

If he made me wait again, I was going to fuck him so hard he’d be walking funny for a week. My belly dipped in an excited rush at the thought, dick jerking with eagerness. I was probably going to fuck him that hard anyway. Like I was punishing him for making me feel this way.

And I knew he’d love it. He’d just ask for more. Beg me for more.

Perfect little slut.

I sucked in a sharp breath and held it when I heard the faint rumble of an engine outside. It got closer, then cut off. A few seconds later, I heard a car door open and close, the chirp of a lock being engaged, then footsteps approaching.

I was already vibrating with pent-up need. And anger. I was angry at him for doing this to me, messing with my head like this, consuming my thoughts until I kept dreaming about fucking him on the back of a giant leopard in a wrestling singlet fighting an equally giant panther in the Goliaths arena. The dreams had gotten a little weird.

He knocked softly on the door, and I was flinging it open barely two seconds later, breathing fast as I stared at him. His chest was rising quickly too, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he parted them to speak.

I didn’t give him the chance.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yanked him into the room and slammed the door, then shoved him over to the bed until he fell back onto it, long legs splayed and hanging off the edge. After stripping off my sweater in one swift movement, I crouched and attacked his fly, tearing it open and ripping his pants and briefs down his legs.

Crossbody’s breath hitched as he quickly shifted into his true form but kept his wings hidden again, which I was grateful for. I didn’t want to have to worry about injuring them, and I didn’t plan on taking it easy on him.

Fuck him for making me like this. Desperate, mindless, almost feral.

I couldn’t get him naked fast enough. I yanked off his shoes, taking his socks with them, and pulled his pants over his narrow feet as his trembling fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt. His stiff cock jutted below the tails of it, flushed and twitching as it grew even harder.

I was already ripping open my fly as I straightened, almost stumbling when I pushed my pants down my legs and kicked them away. My vision was a little hazy as I shoved him higher on the bed so I could kneel between his legs, my chest heaving and blood pounding in my ears.

Reaching between his thighs, I ran my fingers over his hole to make sure he’d stretched and lubed like I’d told him to. A guttural groan burst from my chest when I felt his slick, softened hole clench against my fingertips, and my cock was already leaking as I clutched the base of it in a quaking hand and shifted closer.

A flush was spreading over his chest and neck as he hurriedly lifted his knees and reached for me, abandoning his half-undone shirt. Long, trembling fingers clutched my shoulders as I notched my cockhead against his hole and pushed, sliding in easily. A shudder ran down my back. It was like his body was eagerly sucking me inside.

Crossbody’s head ground back into the mattress, stretching his slender neck taut as a guttural moan tore from him. Hooking my elbows under his knees, I leaned forward and started pounding into him hard and fast, my hips moving of their own volition. He was tight and hot and fucking perfect.

At once, those desperate moans of his started up, loud and breathless and making me grit my teeth as arousal throbbed through my whole body. My hips were smacking against him at a furious pace, and the bed was creaking non-stop underneath us. I could hear how ragged my breathing was, my skin growing hot and damp with sweat as my hair hung in my face.

Needing to get even deeper, I jacked his hips up higher and leaned forward until I was plastered to his front. I could feel his heart hammering against mine. I could hear those gasping moans in my ear. I could smell his skin as it heated, like expensive soap and something natural and herbal that was just him.