“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to come all over your cock and then lick our juices off of you,” I whisper into his ear, hand cupping his member through his pants. The elevator up to our private suite is taking a wonderfully long time and I don’t mind starting my feast early.
After what happened in the office, Asher and I have doubled our efforts. With only one week left now, we are almost through with this trial period. If they were threatened by us before, they have to be salivating now. Asher and I deserve some time to ourselves, so we took the family money and are going to have a great time on a staycation in the swankiest hotel nearby. We have some ideas for how to cause chaos with the hotel guests, but our first focus is some TLC between us and relaxation.
And lots of sex, naturally.
“I want every part of you, anything you’ll give me. I want your moans, your satisfaction, your joy,” Asher replies breathily as I nibble on his neck.
“I’m going to spoil you, Asher. Take all their blood money, fuck you on top of it, and leave chaos in our wake. Then do it again and again until they regret crossing you.”
“Well, fuck,” he groans and turns his face to mine. He leans down and catches my lips, kissing me deeply and slowly. His arms grip tighter and turn me so I’m against the elevator. He hikes my leg up around his waist and slips a tongue in my mouth. I hum into him, taking in his appreciation and shivering.
“Asher, I need you inside me right now,” I say, pulling away from his lips, the sentence leaving me as if my life depended on it. I want someone to hold me and care if I am around. I haven’t ever wanted this before him. My eyes are wide as I stare into his, hoping he understands that I mean more than what I’m saying, for I’m scared to death to say any of it aloud. I twirl the engagement ring with my thumb, the one I took from him with the intention of harming his family.
I’m hard to love. Hard to see more than once, even. This is already the longest relationship I’ve been in since high school and I almost said no to it. No to him and his pain. He could have been dead by now if I had let my fears get in the way. I’m too scared to say aloud what I feel, what I’ve felt for weeks now, but I hope he feels it. I hope he knows what I’m offering and what I want.
We exit the elevator and get into the suite. The staff carried our bags up while we were at the breakfast buffet, giving us more arms to touch each other on the way up. He carries me into the room and over to the king-sized bed. He drops me down and gets to work, taking off my clothes piece by piece. I want to go fast, to feel every inch of him now, but Asher slows us down.
“Be patient, my cute duck,” he says to me with a peppering of kisses on every exposed body part. I complain, never one to be silent when he uses a pet name on me, and he rewards my patience. He disrobes as I watch, my eyes snagging as they usually do on the scars and his rose-covered sleeve. The hard parts of him mold every quiet whisper in his heart.
As he positions himself above me, I grip his hair and pull to bring his mouth back, granting me a bruising kiss. He fully inserts himself and I gasp into his mouth, accommodating myself to his length and wanting more.
“Are you okay?” Asher asks between kisses and nuzzles my face. His horns graze me, texture across my skin, a reminder of what an odd fit we are.
“I have never been more okay than I am right now,” I tell him, lifting my hips up into his thrusts. He moves in and out at a steady rate, angling up in the last moment to push to the end of me. I pant against him and lick the column of his neck, savoring his trust. Something sweet lingers in the taste, something I’m scared to name. “Don’t ever stop,” I say, arching into him, fearfully happy and begging for more orgasms.
“Turn over,” I demand, wanting to take him into my own hands. He lets go, unsheathing himself, and lays on the bed. I pull him down so his legs are braced on the floor, his torso on the bed, and I sit on his lap, rubbing my cunt up and down his cock before impaling myself on it.
“Kiera… Oh, Kiera,” he says in reverence as I dip myself up and down on his long range.
I lean forward and kiss the scars along his chest as I shake around his cock. “Mine,” I say softly. “All mine.”
“Kiera, I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that,” he says with gasping breaths.
“I’m ready for you,” I say and reach my hand down to rub against my clit, body up and down, kissing his chest of ruin. I’m so close, so enamored, and my whimpers grow with each of his gasps.
“Mine,” I say again and come on his cock, clenching around him as I release every pent-up feeling trapped in me.
“Yes, Kiera. I’m yours,” he says, hands coming up to hold me as I grin out the last seconds of my orgasm. He maneuvers me, pushing up and up until I feel him let go, too.
I try to speak as I lean against him, but no words come. I lightly kiss his neck and he holds me closer, standing up. I wrap around him and he braces me.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, holding tight. His cock slips out and beads of sperm drip behind us.
“I bought you something, but we got distracted,” he says and drops me on the couch in the suite’s sitting room. He sifts through the bags by the door, finds what he was looking for, and sits on the floor beside me.
“What did you get me?” I ask, aware of the dripping of his seed trailing down my thighs. I spread my legs wider, displaying it.
“It can wait,” he says as he spots the drip. He does what any boyfriend of an energy vampire would do: helps me eat. He uses his finger to swipe it up and brings it to my lips. I take it all in my mouth, drip by drip.
When he’s finished feeding me, I pull his torso to me and wrap my legs back around. He is already half hard despite our earlier activity.
“Now tell me what my present is,” I purr and stroke him.
“There is more than one present for my lady,” he says and his eyes grow heavy at my attention.
“Hey,” I say and slap his cock. His eyes pop open and he grows harder. “Get me my gift,” I demand and grip him again, holding tightly.
He reaches behind him, picks up a black box, and leaves it on the couch. I reward him with continued strokes. “Open it for me?” I ask, hands occupied.
He lifts the lid and pulls out the gift. It’s a black bikini thong and stilettos.
“I thought we could play a game at the hotel pool. It has a water bar in the center,” Asher tells me.
“You’ve earned a reward for this idea, little chaos,” I reply and stroke faster on his cock.
“Put it on,” Asher says and I pause.
“Do you not want your reward?” I ask him, slowing my strokes.
“I want my reward while you use those heels to step on me,” he explains with a blush dusting his beautiful freckles.
“Oh, little chaos, I can do that for you.” I gasp, pushing my clit forward to rub against his cock before I finally release it with two more strong strokes. “Put them on me.” I stretch my body so that my legs are up on his shoulders. He kisses my ankles and slips my feet into the heels. I move out of our current position, point to the other end of the floor where we have more room, and say, “Sit.”
He scrambles up from the floor and walks toward where I point. He sits on his knees, cock flagging up to his belly button. I slip on the bikini, loving the feel of my gift, and strut past him to the windows. I open the curtains, letting all the light into the room. We are too high for anyone but a helicopter to see us, but the thrill is still there.
I place my hands on his shoulders and rub into his muscles. “Have you been a good boy?”
Asher nods his head, his horns brushing against my breasts, now covered in the small triangles of the suit he picked for me.
“Use your words, little chaos,” I remind him and tilt his head up with my index finger.
“Yes, Kiera. I’ve been so good. I promise,” he says, his hands splayed palm up on his knees like the first time we were together.
“Good boy,” I award and back up one step for more room. I tentatively place one leg up and lean the heel on his chest, the point pressing into his skin. He grimaces and initially I worry I’ve applied too much pressure, but then his cock twitches. I tentatively push harder and Asher answers his approval with a moan.
I smile wickedly at him and push. He falls back to the floor.
“Do you like how I look in your gift?” I ask, pulling the hip strings of my bikini up. Good thing I waxed recently.
“Yes,” Asher says in a whimper.
“Do you want to touch your cock?”
“God, yes.” He sounds pained, eager. I push my heel harder on his chest.
“Then please yourself. I give you permission,” I say.
He takes his cock in his hands and pumps it up and down. It’s still slick from my juices. I release my weight from the heel and pull back, turning around and showing him my ass in the thong. He moans loader and the slap of his stroking cock grows faster.
“Is this a sight you like to see?” I ask him and glance over my shoulder, watching his greedy expression with satisfaction. He lasts only a minute and the orgasm burns quickly out of him. He is spent. I kick off the shoes, pad to the bedroom and pick up the blanket. I drag it with me and pull it over to cover Asher. We scooch closer to the window, taking in the view, curled together.
“The sun is a song,” Asher whispers to me.
“What?” I ask with a twinkle of a laugh.
“It has a melody when you listen close enough.”
“You are the only melody I listen to. If it says something important, let me know,” I tell him. We snuggle closer, taking our time before changing and heading to the pool.