Page 86 of False Comeback

“I’m your little slut,” he breathed, tilting his head for me. “Yours.”

Shuddering with pleasure, I lifted my head and crushed my mouth back to his.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Really Terrible Customer Service

Vince

Sometime around midnight, we finally took a break.

Breathing hard against his sweat-damp shoulder, I eased my softening cock from his ass and rested my forehead against his nape as I caught my breath. Crossbody moaned softly, face down beneath me with his cheek resting on the pillow, eyes heavy and languid with satiation.

My arms were shaking from holding myself up for so long, my elbows threatening to buckle. But instead of collapsing beside him, I found myself nuzzling his nape, nudging strands of hair sticking to his skin out of the way so I could press a soft kiss there. He shivered, moaning again as I trailed my nose and mouth lower, kissing my way down his spine. I bypassed the bunched-up shirt still tangled around him and nuzzled his lower back, then the swell of his ass before kissing him there as well.

I was pretty sure I’d kissed almost every inch of him at this point. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Not those long legs I was worryingly infatuated with yet, but I planned to do that soon. Trail my lips and tongue up one, all the way to the crease of his groin, then start again on the other until he was trembling and pleading with me.

My sensitive cock twitched, but I reluctantly pulled back and sat up, smoothing my hands over the globes of his ass and gently spreading him so I could see his hole. It was stretched and swollen, still slightly open, and my gut throbbed with renewed arousal when Crossbody flexed it, causing a trickle of cum to seep out and run down to his sac.

“Jesus,” I rasped, wanting to plunge my cock straight back inside. Or bury my face between his cheeks and tongue him feverishly, tasting myself on him.

He needed a break, though. He’d deny it, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I shifted off him and stood on wildly unsteady legs, grabbing my pants on the way.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, lazily stretching his long limbs, still sprawled on the bed.

“Just to get us a drink.” I sounded like I’d been eating gravel.

I knew I should’ve been smart and brought some water with me this time, but once again, I hadn’t expected us to stay this long. Which had been really fucking stupid of me.

Once wouldn’t have been enough.

We’d been fucking for hours, and I still hadn’t had enough.

Pulling on my pants, I grabbed my wallet and left the room, shivering from the cool night air against my sweat-damp skin. The incubus behind the desk straightened eagerly when I walked into the front office. There were two bottles already waiting on the counter in front of him.

“Taking a breather?” he asked in sympathy, but a sly grin stretched his mouth. “Me too.”

“Shut up.” I shoved back my messy hair and approached, seeing his eyes flare as they tracked down my bare chest and stomach.

“Will you please tell me who’s in there with you?” he begged. “Just describe him to me. Just so I can picture both of you when I jack off again.”

“This is really fucking terrible customer service,” I told him.

“Because unholy shit,” he continued, undeterred, his eyes briefly closing as he placed a hand on his chest. “The sounds he makes. The way he moans. It’s like… a fucking symphony. It’s perfect.”

It is, I silently agreed, but I huffed and raised an unimpressed brow at him. “There’s no fucking way you can actually hear us from here.”

“I went for a stroll around the parking lot,” he said innocently. “I’m a conscientious employee. It’s my job to make sure everything’s nice and peaceful for our guests.”

I wasn’t sure how much peace any guests in the rooms near ours were getting, but I didn’t give a single shit.

Clearing his throat, the incubus pushed the two water bottles on the counter closer to me and smirked. “On the house.”

“Why?” I asked blankly, but I was already picking them up.

“Just feeling extra incentivised to make sure you have the best stay possible at our fine establishment,” he told me with a bright smile. “So you’re inclined to continue using the Elfknot Motel for all your… needs.”

“Sure,” I deadpanned. “Thanks.”