How to Kill an Incubus: A Rae Erickson Story (15 page)

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

“Cock,” I panted, the word effortlessly rolling out of my mouth. “I want your cock.”

“Too fucking bad,” he spat, withdrawing his fingers from both my openings.

I collapsed onto my stomach, gasping for breath as hot anger enveloped me. I hadn’t come yet. The letdown brought tears of frustration to my eyes. I felt Andrei’s pressure on the mattress disappear and I bit back a scream. I needed to climax.

His husky voice came from somewhere above me. “Get yourself off.”

I rolled onto my back, expecting to find him fully clothed. Instead, the sight of his powerful, hulking body was the one that greeted me. My throat went dry and everything else became wet.

“Okay,” I whispered, knowing that with the visual stimulation his body was providing, I only had to flick my clit and it would be over.

Andrei’s eyes were dark, almost onyx, with desire. His huge erection jutted proudly from the slab of his abdomen, translucent moisture glistening on its large crown. And veins strained along his thick, flush shaft while his testicles hung tight with unreleased liquid pleasure.

I spread my legs, opening myself to him. Glancing down, I examined myself. My sex pulsed with need and my clit stood erect from within its damp folds. I rubbed the swollen bud and moaned, shuddering. My eyes were trained on Andrei, not because he was “visual stimulation”, but because there was no other place I wanted to look. He remained impassive, save for his darkening stare and ever-hardening manhood. When I slipped two fingers into my opening, I imagined it was him, fucking me harder than ever. I imagined the large, bulbous head pressing against my entrance and the throbbing shaft brushing against my inner walls.

“Ah, shit,” I cried out, lifting my ass off the bed as I went deeper. “Ah, yes…”

And with that, I came apart in my own hand. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched Andrei sit on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over.

“Get on the floor.” His voice was little more than a murmur.

I wasn’t in the mood to argue and, quite frankly, I wanted him inside me too much to do so. I slowly rolled off the bed and knelt before him, his cock in my face. I needed it inside me.

“Suck me off.”

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. Fuck, yes!

I wrapped my hand around the thick base, sliding my palm along it. His cock was honestly the biggest I’d ever had and caressing him was like receiving an early Christmas present. Looking up and meeting his sharp eyes, I knew that it felt the same way for him, too.

I licked my lips. “It’s always a surprise when you manage to fit this big, monstrous dick inside my tiny pussy,” I remarked before I swiped my thumb across its glossy head. Desperate need tugged at my lower belly. “Does it surprise you, Andrei? Does it surprise you when my greedy pussy swallows it whole?”

Andrei’s hands were firmly planted on either side of his thighs. “Yes,” he hissed, his eyes momentarily turning crimson.

I stroked him lazily, every single one of his veins imprinting on my slick palm. “I’m going to deep throat you so good, you’ll be fucking my esophagus,” I said huskily, my tongue slipping out to taste the musky tang of his pre-cum.

He groaned, his hands immediately flying to my hair. “Rae.” My name on his tongue sounded like both a curse and a prayer. “Such a fucking dirty mouth.”

I licked my way down his shaft, his musky taste driving me batshit crazy. I could feel my own juices trickling down my thighs before I lowered my tongue to his crown and sucked him in. He drew in a sharp breath, his fingertips digging into my scalp.

“Cock-sucking Jezebel,” he growled, tugging cruelly at my hair.

My ponytail had long come undone and so my hair fell into my face in wild, inky curls. Pain shot through my scalp but I didn’t give a damn. The only thing that mattered was Andrei’s prick in my mouth, hard and pulsing. I took in more of him, my hands circling him, holding him steady. And his filthy talk was only making me wetter.

Andrei jerked into me, and I scraped my teeth against his heated flesh, tugging a curse from his mouth. My cheeks hollowed and I felt him hit the sensitive tissue at the back of my throat. Suppressing my gag reflex, I hummed a tune, the vibrations turning him to a shuddering hulk of need.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, “get off me. Rae, get off!” He pulled at my hair, lifting my mouth off his manhood.

I scowled. “You were just about to come.”

“Inside you,” he countered sharply, standing and pulling me up with him. “I need to come inside you.”

He shoved me onto my bed and I drew myself up on my elbows, regarding him through hazy eyes. The anticipation was practically killing me. If I died right then, they’d put “Death from the female equivalent of blue balls” on my death certificate.

Andrei drawled, “But first, a lesson is in order, don’t you think?”

“You’re not going to spank me, are you?” I snorted.

Reaching out, he massaged my heavy breasts in slow, steady movements… before yanking my nipples toward him. I yelped at the sudden, sharp pain, moisture pooling between my legs.

“What the fuck?” I hissed, the pain dissipating when he gently rubbed my abused nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Contradicting sensations flowed through my responsive body.

“I’m understandably irritated that you sought a witch out,” Andrei said in low, menacing tones. Before I could explain, his hand came down on my entrance, the thwack of his palm against my slippery flesh resonating in the room.

I arched my back, trying to close my legs. He held them apart.

“You like my cock only when it’s in you, on your terms,” Andrei snarled, his big hand connecting with my cunt once again. His middle finger entered me partially, the sensation turning me inside out with ecstasy.

I was so tightly wound I could’ve come right then. “Please,” I begged, shedding my dignity along with my pain threshold. “Damn you, demon! Fuck me!”

He slapped my pussy again, harder than ever, his fingers taunting my clit in the process.

“Why should I? Why don’t you get your hunter to fuck you?”

My breathing came out in short pants. “No one… no one can make me come like you do,” I confessed, the throbbing in my crotch so intense it brought tears to my eyes. “Only you,” I murmured deliriously. “Only you.”

Andrei’s mouth was suddenly on my opening, his tongue licking along my slit. His fingers parted the tender lips and his tongue plunged into me, furious and intense. I raised my hips to offer myself to him, screaming blue murder when he drew my clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on the swollen nerves until I could feel my orgasm surging up from within me like a bubbling pot of broth.

“I’m gonna… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!” I cried before coming onto his face. My climax went on for what felt like days, and all the while Andrei languidly lapped my release up.

When my breathing returned to normal, his mouth left me and his body came up over me.

A strange look crossed his face before he guided his cock into my soaked entrance. I didn’t have time to analyze his expression when he abruptly plunged into me, to the hilt, before withdrawing and repeating the process.  

My legs wound around his waist as he continued to pummel into me so ferociously that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stand for long periods tomorrow. His teeth nipped at my painful nipples and his hands clasped my sides while he drove himself into me.

“Harder,” I demanded, sinking my nails into the powerful muscles of his back. “Oh, God. Yes!”

He didn’t need any urging because that was exactly what he was doing. Every feral thrust brought me a renewed stab of pain because he was that big. He didn’t care and I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind that he didn’t care.

“Fuck you, Rainelle Erickson,” he bit out, sinking his teeth into the plump flesh of one breast.

I wailed.

“Fuck you for being so obstinate,” he continued as he rotated his hips, his manhood wonderfully hitting the most sensitive spots deep inside me. “Fuck you… for… being so addictive.”

“Ah,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts with the jerks of my hips. “You’re so… so good, Andrei. So good.”

His lips came crashing down against mine and I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck. I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Mm,” I moaned, sucking on his tongue.

He groaned, a low and needy sound, before I released him, allowing him to explore my mouth more thoroughly.

I couldn’t live without this sex. I couldn’t live without him.

Feelings
, my inner voice smugly articulated.

“I’m… coming!” I shrieked, clenching around Andrei’s length buried inside me as an orgasm overtook me.

“Do it for me,” he grunted loudly, his whole body tensing before he spilled his seed into my grasping channel.

My breathing was ragged and my heart beat as if I were running the Olympics. Andrei kissed my nose before easing himself out of me and gracefully flopping down beside me. I felt the emptiness immediately but his arms around me tempered that. He pulled me to him, until my head was on his chest and one leg rested over his. But I stiffened, unsure about this. The last time we’d done anything remotely close to cuddling was back in Vegas when I’d been blissfully ignorant of his name, let alone his species.

Nevertheless, as he stroked my hair, I found myself beginning to relax... and I exhaled.

“
Eşti frumoasă
, Rainelle,” he intoned, in what I assumed was his mother tongue.

I drew circles on his flat stomach. “What does that mean?”

“Simply that you are beautiful, the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on…” His hand trailed down my back and then squeezed one butt cheek. “… in every realm, in every millennia.”

My fingers stilled. “Stop this,” I breathed, hating every minute of this sudden turn of events. I wrenched myself out of his embrace, sitting up and staring straight ahead. “For the record, I didn’t call any witch. Daniel did. Of course, I didn’t mind you beating the shit out of my pussy, but I don’t appreciate the accusations. Even if I did get someone to help me, that’s my prerogative and none of your concern.” I sucked in air. “What does it matter anyway? You can screw me in my dreams.”

Out of my peripheral, I saw him sit up. “Only if you’ve been drinking and your inhibitions are low.”

I laughed, and turned to look at him.
Why the hell did he have to be so sexy?
“So as long as I go cold turkey, you’ll keep your hands off me when I sleep?”

His lips twitched. “Can’t make any promises.”

I laughed again, pecking him chastely on his shoulder. His hands came up to my hair and he jerked my head back before grazing his lips against mine. Kissing turned to something else and all thoughts of what
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said flew out the window.

“Baby Phat, you here?”

Temp’s voice came from my living room. Sighing, I finished up the remains of my breakfast before hollering, “In the kitchen!”

Seconds later, he was striding in, a ridiculous purple fedora perched on his head, which looked completely out of place with his casual white shirt and grey board shorts. And from the few strands peeking out from under the hat, I noticed that his hair was icy blonde again.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said, grinning as he pulled open my refrigerator. He came out with a Coke and stood before the center island, regarding me. “You look nicely fucked. Met someone at the club? Oh, wait… Andrei was here last night.”

“As a matter of fact, yes. He fucked me quite nicely, thank you. Now everything hurts—in a good way, of course.” I flashed Temp a serene smile.

He groaned. “I didn’t ask for details, whore of Satan.”

I shrugged, hopping off the stool and taking my dishes to the sink. “I didn’t ask for any visitors today either. How’d you get in anyway?”

“Oh, I borrowed your iPod.”

With one of my belongings in his possession, Temp could teleport to wherever I was with no hassle. It was how Andrei got to me so easily. Clearly, I need to stop giving demons access to my personal items.