Page 55 of A Cursed Heart
“Ry—I need...”
“I’ve got you.” Ryan must have been oversensitive, but he kept pumping his hips until I came over his hand with a shout. “Fuck,” he panted against my ear. “So good.”
The rest of our shower was short, since there was barely enough hot water left for us to clean ourselves before it got too cold to continue. It was tempting to use more magic to heat it, but Ryan wanted to check out the files and build something to delete old ones off Salvatore’s computer. He wanted me to replace all of Salvatore’s files.
Long ago I would have just gone to Salvatore and killed him, perhaps destroyed the building to hide evidence, yet I was more rational these days. Ryan had explained the need to erase all traces of his past in those files and how someone with tech experience could find them if he wasn’t smart about it.
Once Ryan was dressed, I caught up with some chores while he worked. The desire to linger around him was almost impossible to ignore. A few hours had passed with Ryan in his chair working diligently on his computer, when I was done for the day. I lay on the sofa to relax, my feet on the end facing him.
“Could you—?” he began, then paused, a conflicted expression on his handsome face.
“What do you need?”
Ryan hesitated. “You are so distracting right now.” He spun his chair around to face me. I sat up, giving him my full attention.
“What do you mean?” I tried to play innocent.
“Those shorts are criminally tight on you. I can see everything. Why can’t you wear a shirt? And… fuck! I never thought thighs were sexy before, but those markings and the cut of the shorts are really doing something for me.”
“Is that right?” I got off the sofa and sauntered over to him. His gaze was fixed on my body, his pupils blown. I could see the line of his cock in the loose pants he wore. His nipples were hard through the thin material of his shirt.
When I got to him, I went to my knees. Ryan smoothed my hair back before dipping down to kiss me. When he pulled back, I reached for the waistband of his pants. “May I?”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he teased.
I released him and leaned forward to lick a stripe up his cock. There was a bead of moisture at the tip. I sucked on it, moaning at his taste before I took the head into my mouth.
Ryan let out a curse and sank his fingers into my hair. He loved it when I left it loose, and I wanted to do anything to make him happy. His grip was tight as I sank deeper onto him, taking him into my throat. I swallowed around him while he tried desperately to restrain himself. His need to pump up into my mouth was written in every line of his body. He planted his feet wider, making space for me to take him to the root. I licked and sucked on his length, laved his balls and teased his taint while stroking him.
My cock was straining the fabric of the shorts I’d picked to tease him. I used one hand to push them down so I could stroke myself while the other massaged his balls.
“Ah, fuck!” Ryan’s hips jerked, forcing his cock down my throat. I choked and recovered quickly. “Let your horns out. Your tail too.”
The tail I was so proud of gleamed in the late morning light. It snaked between us and wrapped around his wrist, directing it towards my horns.
“They’re sensitive, but my tail is not, though if you wanted to suck the tip, I could just imagine your lips around—”
“Shit, yeah. Fuck!” Ryan cursed when I returned to sucking him in earnest. His fingers stroked my horns, sending shivers down my spine. When his lips met the tip of my tail, I knew I would not last long.
I got lost in the feeling of his hands on my most sensitive area after my dick, and how the heat of his mouth felt around my tail.I took Ryan deeper into my throat until I could barely breathe. With a tug on his balls and a few swallows around him, he came.
When I looked up at him, wrecked, flushed, with my tail between those plush lips, I was done for. I came over my hand and the floor, groaning out his name.
We both took a minute to recover, putting our clothes to rights, then I stood, ready to return to the sofa. Ryan grasped my wrist and pulled me to sit on his lap. His kiss was sweet and full of something I hoped was love, because I knew then I was hopelessly in love with him.
“Alright,” Ryan said a couple of hours later. He had let me return to the sofa after we had cuddled for a while. I had nearly fallen asleep in his lap, even though the chair was not designed for two grown men. The movie I had been watching had just finished.
When I looked up from the screen to my boyfriend, I frowned. “Why are you dressed like that?” Ryan was wearing a pair of dark pants and a smart button-down shirt.
He glanced at himself. “Don’t you like it?”
I studied him. “Of course. You look very sexy like that.”
Ryan grinned. “Good, because I want to take you on a date.”
“A date?” I echoed.
“Yeah. Just lunch because Freya will be back too early for a dinner date, but I thought we could spend time together outside…” he trailed off, and I sensed this was important to him.
