More time and more lust.
Kellen instinctively knew how to hit the right spots, angling his cock so it rubbed against my g-spot. He was going to make me come again. I leveraged off the couch, thrusting back onto him until he shifted me again. He leaned me forward and pinned his full weight on me, his hips moving hypnotically as he thrust.
“I’m in control here,” he muttered in my ear. “I want to feel you shudder around me again, like you did before. But I want it to be because I’m inside you and I’m making it happen. Do you understand?”
I moaned softly, nodding as he continued to fuck me. My lungs burned as I took shallow breaths, oxygen forced out by his brutal movements. This wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t making love. It was desperation. Kellen was consuming me, forcing every part of me to recognize it was him, not anyone else bringing me this pleasure. If that helped him to own his own pleasure, I would do anything.
“Give it to me,” he whispered fiercely. “I feel it under my skin, like fireworks and I’m ravenous for it. You’re so hot. I can feel it sucking me in deeper.”
My pussy was choking his cock. I could feel ridges inside of me, as if he was wearing a ribbed condom. The feeling intensified. Pleasure coasted through my body in waves, building and building.
“What the--?” I heard him mutter, he pulled back slightly, and I whined, disobeying him, and slamming back so he filled me again. He tried to pull away, but I forced him inside me again until he resumed fucking me, the slap of our skin in the room intensifying.
“I can feel it, I’m going to—” he made a choked sound “Give me what I want, Allera. Give it to me.”
He wanted me to come with him.
“Hard Kellen. Go hard,” I groaned, and he slammed back into me “Again!”
“I can’t. I can’t hold it back,” he pled, and his hips met mine with a wet smack. But it was enough. His hot seed fill my insides and I choked, slamming my fist in my mouth as I orgasmed. My pussy pulsed around his cock, and he groaned into my skin. His full weight was on me still, but I reveled in it, the feeling of his skin on mine. Lust drenched the room. So much of it that I could fill my stores, completely replenished from when I had to flee Reeve.
“There is something wrong,” Kellen whispered, pulling out of me slowly. I sighed, turning over when he moved. He was looking down at his cock with wide eyes, chewing his lip. I looked at down and was grateful to see there wasn’t anything wrong at all. He was an incubus, not a human.
Incubi had ridged cocks. They appeared during sex.
“There isn’t anything wrong with that honey. It’s perfect. It’s different from others you’ve seen, but that’s because you’re different too.”
I stretched, languid with the sex and the injection of lust.
“I-I’m glad we just did that.” He looked shy again. “But I need some answers. I need you to tell me what I am.”
Chapter 8
Icouldn’texplainitto Kellen because we heard thumping on the locked door and muttered voices. It seemed Christabel’s announcement wasn’t enough to distract Trent, who had noticed my absence. He called through the door.
“Allera? Are you in there?”
I put my finger to my mouth as Kellen’s eyes widened comically large. We stayed frozen as he tapped again. The doorknob jiggling.
“It’s locked, she’s not here,” Trent complained, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke to someone else, likely Tate. We waited until there were no more sounds before I quickly threw on my clothes, wishing I could enjoy the feeling of his cum between my legs.
“What are we going to do?” Kellen hissed softly. His hands shook as he did his belt up.
“I’m going to go into the bathroom down the hall and you’re going to sneak into the room where Christabel is and pretend you’ve been there the entire time. If you see Trent, do not mention that you’ve seen me. I’m going to pretend I got my period, and that I didn’t have the products I needed, so I hid out there because I was embarrassed.”
Kellen paled. He predictably proved my point that this excuse would throw Trent off. He certainly wouldn’t ask for proof of my bloody underwear. Kellan nodded jerkily, looking like he was going to throw up. I reached over and squeezed his arm, trying to cut off the brewing panic that he was drowning in.
“Breathe,” I reminded him, and he sucked in a quick breath. “I will explain everything to you soon, but we better get out of here. It reeks like sex, and I guess if Trent isn’t as innocent as I thought he was, he’s going to realize what we’ve been up to as soon as he walks in.”
“Alright,” Kellen agreed and reached over to tidy my hair. “I mussed this up.”
“You were quite determined.” I winked at him and smiled as his cheeks colored.
“Can I get your phone number?” I asked, but he shook his head.
“My parents monitor our phones. We’re only supposed to use them for family.”
I hummed quietly.