So cocky, and yet well deserved. Especially after that demonstration on the dance floor. God, Balthazar had lit her on fire like no one else ever had. Leela had expected it after witnessing the male in action on several occasions, but to experience it was an entirely different entity.
An inferno climaxed inside of her just at the sight of him lounging lazily before her, fully erect. Leela had seen thousands of naked males in her life, but none were quite as exquisite as this one. He truly was perfect in every way.
Not that she would admit it out loud. Balthazar was arrogant enough.
She drew her nails up and down his jean-covered thighs, causing his gaze to smolder.
Sexy. That was the best way to describe him in that moment with those hooded chocolate eyes, slight quirk of his mouth, and obvious interest only inches from her hand.
They could be interrupted at any second, which only further spurred her on. So few partners possessed the confidence and stamina for an act like this, but she knew without a doubt that Balthazar would be up to the task.
Leela grabbed the counter on either side of him to stabilize herself as she stepped onto the wooden struts of his stool and straddled him.
“I like where this is going,” he said, not moving as she requested.
She thought he might, because she did too. Very much so.
Her mouth hovered over his as she slowly and expertly lowered herself onto his gorgeous cock. He filled her deliciously, inch by inch, until she seated herself on him completely. All without using her hands. And she’d managed to keep it mostly hidden from their audience by using her dress. Of course, they all knew what they were up to. The collective arousal of their audience rolled over her skin, heightening and intensifying everything. She could elicit orgasms from all of them with a switch of her mind, send everyone into a fit of pleasure-filled screams, but she reserved her strength for Balthazar.
Not for their first time, though. She wanted to feel every move without provocation. Very few could please her without a little mental foreplay, marking this a unique experience for her. And she intended to drink her fill of him first.
“You feel amazing,” she whispered as she allowed herself a subtle thrust to deepen the physical connection between them.
He merely smiled, waiting.
Leela released the counter and dug her nails into his shoulders instead. He didn’t even flinch or shift an inch, still abiding by her request.
Such restraint.
She could feel him pulsing inside of her. So hot and ready, and very, very intimate. Her body responded in kind, sending a flood of heat to her core. This man evoked an almost foreign reaction in her. She was ready to come again without any real foreplay, merely because he sat beneath her.
Her nipples chaffed against her dress, begging to meet his mouth, his hands, anything, and fuck, every other part of her body desired him too.
It had to be because she knew what he could do, that he possessed more talent and experience than everyone else in existence except her.
Oh, how she longed to master the master, to teach him something new when no one else could. And maybe a tiny part of her hoped he might show her a new trick or two as well. Immortality was a long, long time. Boredom threatened them all, insanity too. Leela wanted to live, to feel, to be. Could Balthazar aid her in that pursuit? Even if just for the weekend?
Only one way to find out.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair and pulled him impossibly closer.
“Touch me,” she demanded against his mouth. “I want to know what you can do. What you can really do.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” His tongue parted her lips in a domineering way that set her blood on fire just as his arm came around her lower back to force her into a different angle. The head of his cock hit her insides in the most delicious way, causing her to rock back on him with a groan that he promptly swallowed.
Oh God.
He could move.
Really, really, move.
Even seated on a stool, he still managed to pound into her with a force that stoked her inner flames. She gave up trying to analyze it and gave in to the power of him. Of Balthazar, and the way he dominated her body with knowing strokes inside her.
And oh, yes, his palm, exploring her breast, pinching her nipple, and squeezing at precisely the right moment. Yes, yes, just like that.
The arm around her lower back kept her from falling as he fucked her blind. She was on top, but there was no mistaking who was in charge here. And she allowed it. Accepted it. Loved it.
As did the crowd.
Oh Christ, she could feel all their admiring gazes and lust-filled desires. It intoxicated her senses, pushing her closer to the edge of infinite pleasure.
Balthazar had to feel it too, with his gifts, yet control radiated from him. Despite all her expectations, he yet again proved her wrong.
The perfect mate, she thought blindly. He truly would be her ideal, if love existed for someone like her.
Not now. Not with him driving into her so hard, so incredibly… Fuck.
She clung to his biceps, her world splintering as his mouth swallowed her screams. The orgasm had hit her out of nowhere, fracturing her insides and sending her spiraling into the clouds.
Misting, she realized. Shit. She stopped, but, holy hell, that had taken her to a new plane of existence. Grounded again, she returned in time to watch Balthazar come undone inside her. He’d still been able to feel her, even when she’d gone ethereal. That shouldn’t have been possible, though she’d not done that before during sex.
Something new.
Oh, and the man even came beautifully.
This wasn’t fair at all.
Ecstasy darkened his eyes to a smolder as his lips parted on her name. His muscles tensed around her, eliciting delicious little spasms down below that sent her spiraling into another haze of arousal.
Intoxicating. That’s what this was. Explosive too.
She kissed him to stop herself from saying something she couldn’t take back. His ego didn’t require stroking. Neither did hers. They both knew this was amazing. She saw it in his eyes right before attacking his mouth.
He returned the kiss while continuing to move inside her, his arm still around her back. They needed to switch locations. Their audience was going to explode in a sexual frenzy if this continued, and Leela knew the local authorities would frown upon that.
Granted, Balthazar could just manipulate their emotions, but alas, no. She wanted him to herself.
At least for the night.
No energy spent anywhere else. Or on anyone else.
Only each other.
She smiled against his lips, an idea forming at the thought. Oh, this would be delicious fun. He introduced her to his prowess, so why not return the favor?
“I like that look, Leela,” he murmured. “What are you thinking?”
“It’s hard not knowing, isn’t it?” She nipped his chin as she found her footing to stand.
His hands went to her hips, holding her to him. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.” She slid upward and paused with her hands on his shoulders. “Want to see what I can do now?”
Surprise briefly flitted through his features. How cute. He thought she’d already demonstrated for him.
“That was just my body, lover,” she whispered while stepping onto the sand-covered concrete. “Spread.” She tapped his thighs and he obliged without question, allowing her to move in between his legs again. “Ready?”
“Always.”
Her heart raced at the unhindered boldness in his voice. It was laced with a demand, as were the hands still grasping her hips. He didn’t seem ready to let go—a feeling they shared. She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and guided his palms upward.
“Feel free to hold on, lover. You might need it.”
Leela didn’t wait for him to reply as she bent her head and took his thick head into her mouth. He hissed out a breath, his fingers going to her hair as her tongue licked the salty essence from the tip.
She adored the taste of uninhibited sex, and it coated his member all the way to the base. Leela sucked him clean, luxuriating in the beauty of their coupling. He fit her in every way. Provocative. Shameless. Perfect.
Her core pulsed with the need to feel him again, even as his warm seed trickled down her own thighs. This could so easily become an addiction.
One weekend, she promised herself. That’s all.
And she had better make it worth her while. Starting with a proper introduction into what she could offer.
Her eyes locked with his as she pulled him deep into her throat. His grip tightened, his body tensing, but she knew he was nowhere near an orgasm, not after just coming inside her. Which was entirely the point.
She flattened her palms on his thighs as she dropped to her knees and held her breath while taking him impossibly deeper.
Then she unleashed her gift.
It hummed from her fingertips, quiet at first, as she pulsed sexual energy into him and infiltrated his very being with so much lust that she knew he wouldn’t be able to see straight. His chocolate gaze widened, the only indication that he felt her intrusion, and then his body came to life beneath her touch.
She could rip the orgasm from him, but no, she wanted him to feel every sensation. Her tongue and mouth worked him while her power slithered through his veins, encouraging his climax to build faster and harder than ever before.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his grip tightening in her hair. “What are you doing to me?”
She increased the intensity in response, causing his head to fall back on a groan. A countdown started in her thoughts. With each passing second, she upped the power a notch and watched him slowly lose his grasp on reality and succumb to overwhelming desire.
His hot seed hit the back of her throat as she reached the final number. It was a true crime for a man to taste this good, not that Leela was surprised. Everything about Balthazar surpassed expectations.
Most Seraphim referred to Ichorians and Hydraians as abominations. While Leela might agree to an extent, there was nothing disgraceful about this particular Hydraian. He resembled a god even when lost to the thrills of ecstasy, and he was staring down at her in complete awe now.
She let him go with a pop of her mouth and slowly stood. His hands went to her hips again, his grip stronger now.
“Worried I might disappear?” she asked coyly while carefully zipping up his pants. “We agreed to a weekend, lover. I’ve only just begun with you. Unless you think that was my best?”
His heated gaze ran over her slowly, thoroughly, cataloging every detail. “My suite has a kitchen.”
“Are you suggesting we might be there a few days?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“What about your challenge?”
“I have a new one.” He smiled. “Want to play?”
She returned the amusement. “You know I do.”
“Then let’s go.”
She stepped backward and held out her hand to help him up. He smirked even as he accepted the gesture, and then he used the link to tug her against his hard body. His lips met her ear. “You may have impressed me with your oral skills, sweetheart, but I’m far from exhausted. I want to see what else you can do.”
“Likewise,” she returned. “Now stop stalling and take me upstairs.”