Page 98 of False Comeback

He was hurriedly leaning over the desk and sticking out his hand. Still confused, I automatically shook it before taking a tiny step back.

“I’m fanboying so hard right now,” he gushed, splaying his hands flat on the desk after releasing me. “Huge fan of your work. Like, huge.”

“Oh.” I blinked in surprise. “You’ve been to watch the wrestling?”

“Oh fuck, you’re a wrestler?” He slumped back in his seat and fanned his face. “Is the other guy too? I can’t handle it.”

“I… What?” My brows pinched.

“The sexy ghoul,” he said eagerly. My spine snapped straight. “The one you made wild, passionate love to all night. Twice.”

“Excuse me?” I said stiffly.

“I’d recognise that voice anywhere, even when you’re not moaning and sobbing in pleasure.” He leaned forward in his seat, his gaze roaming over me again. “Fuck. Me. Look at you. Let me guess—fae? That bone structure. Fuck. Those eyes.”

Heat rushed up my neck. I wasn’t sure whether I was embarrassed or wanted to preen, but I forced myself to say, “This is highly inappropriate.”

“I know, right?” He gripped the edge of the desk. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Can I please get the key for room fifteen,” I said stiffly.

“Fuck yes, you can.” He spun and fumbled for the correct key hanging with the others behind him, practically bouncing in his seat. “I am so glad I’m working tonight.”

I quickly paid for the room and snatched the key when he dangled it from his finger with a smirk.

“Appreciate it,” I said coolly, turning and striding for the door.

“Wait,” he blurted desperately as I pushed it open. I paused, glancing back. He batted his eyelashes at me. “Will you at least tell me which of you is the top?”

My nostrils flared. I couldn’t decide whether I was outraged or flattered by the inappropriate question, but then something wicked streaked through me, making me toss back my hair as the incubus practically panted with lust behind the front desk.

“I’m the bottom,” I drawled, fighting back a smirk when he groaned and flopped limply into his chair, then slithered to the floor and out of sight.

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At 7.58 p.m., there was a knock at the door of room 15.

I stood quickly from the edge of the bed, my heart shooting into my throat. Smoothing down my shirt, I crossed the room to open the door and found myself grinning when I saw Vince standing there, looking so handsome in jeans and a tight grey sweater.

He grinned back, stepping inside and kicking the door shut with his boot as he cupped my face with both hands and tugged me down for a deep kiss. His tongue plunged hungrily into my mouth, fingers already trailing over my sides to tug my shirt up. We undressed each other hurriedly, only breaking the kiss when we absolutely had to, and stumbled across the room to fall onto the bed.

It felt less furious and uncontrolled than the other times, but still urgent, tinged with desperation after going a week with nothing. I was already shivering with pleasure as he loomed over me on the bed, his hips nestled between my thighs and his hard cock brushing mine as he groaned and kissed me feverishly.

One of his hands trailed down my stomach to wrap around my cock, stroking it loosely as I gasped and strained my hips up. He ended the kiss to nuzzle my mouth, breathing fast against my lips.

“Did you miss my cock, you little slut?” he rasped, smirking against my mouth as I moaned, my prick throbbing in his fist.

“Yes,” I breathed, capturing his top lip between mine for a soft kiss, which made him shudder and let out a tiny groan as he kissed me back.

“You want to be my cumdump again tonight?” he asked, breathing faster as he gazed down at me with a hint of teasing amusement in his dark eyes.

I grinned, sliding my hands over his narrow hips to splay my fingers over his ass and squeeze. “Yes. Please.”

He smiled down at me and dropped a soft kiss on my cheek, then lowered his head to press another to my neck. I was still grinning as I tilted my head, my insides swelling with happiness. Vince trailed seeking kisses down my chest and scraped his teeth over a nipple before sucking on it softly. My breath escaped me in a rush as I smoothed my hands up his back to his shoulders, my legs shifting against his hips.

“Turn over,” he rasped, running a hand down the back of my thigh to cup the back of my knee and lift it. Breaths shallowing, I hurriedly obeyed, twisting onto my stomach and settling my cheek on my crossed arms. My hips automatically lifted off the bed as if to tempt him, and Vince chuckled as he smoothed his palms over my ass and shifted lower between my legs.

His hands roamed over them as he pressed a kiss to the back of my knee, making me shiver. His tongue brushed my skin with each slow kiss along the back of my thigh, before he licked the crease of my ass cheek. Then he started again on the other leg, taking his time until I was trembling and rocking my hips in tiny thrusts to rub my straining cock against the mattress.