Page 62 of A Soul's Curse
He chuckled, but leaned back to slip out of his sweatpants and boxers. He then helped me shimmy out of my jeans, my dick springing free as my boxers were tossed onto the floor.
He crawled back on top of me, urgency in his movements as he swiftly grabbed us both in his hands and started pumping. The tension immediately started building, my abs clenching, my legs spread wide and heels digging into the mattress.
“Ren,” I whimpered, and I nearly exploded as his hand began to softly vibrate, an electric buzz that sent me into overdrive. “Oh, fuck. Ren. What are you … what isthat?”
His body twitched and waved as he rocked his hips against mine, his fist gliding faster as he spun his palm up and down both our lengths and a tantalizing vibration tingled across my sensitive skin and grazed my balls. “Just a little magic trick I picked up. You like it?”
“Yes.” More. I needed more. There was a fire spreading through my veins, demanding, desperate. Every touch, every breath, every moment only pulled me deeper, unraveling any restraint I had left. “Can … can you do that with your mouth?”
He let out a shaky laugh, straightening as he tried to speak through his labored breaths. “Oh, you naughty little witch.”
My back arched into the air as Ren’s head lowered between my legs, his lips wrapping around my dick, his tongue swirling around the head with such precise motions that pulsed with electric magic. I could barely hear the slap of his skin over my moans as he jerked himself off while devouring me.
“Ren.” His name was the only word that would pass through my lips. It was the only one that needed to. I stopped whimpering, screaming his name as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Desire spread like an unstoppable wave, my nerves tingling like a taut string about to snap. My muscles tightened, my whole body paralyzed as pressure coiled in my lower abdomen. Ren’s movements quickened, sucking and teasing with the tip of his tongue as he took in every inch of me. I shuddered as I cried out his name, the euphoric feeling flooding through me as my release left my body weightless, trembling, and utterly spent. The entire time, Ren’s mouth never left its place between my legs, his lip ring tickling me with every bob of his head. Hismouth belonged there, savoring every drop of seed that spilled out of me.
He kept going and I didn’t tell him to stop, even as the slightest lingering touch sent an overwhelming shudder through my oversensitive body. It wasn’t long until Ren’s movements became frantic.
I reached out, tangling my fingers through his sweat-damp hair. I mourned the loss of his wet lips when he pulled away, moaning loudly as he spilled into his hand. He came right back for more, licking up the base of my shaft and ensuring no drop was left behind. He searched for something to clean himself up, settling on the bed sheets. I tugged on his arm, longing for our naked bodies to stay wrapped in the quiet comfort warmth, afraid of the moment I’d have to let go.
He lay right beside me, peppering kisses along my face, neck and shoulders. He had one arm cradled under me, the other gently stroking my hair before he brushed a thumb against my flushed cheek. If he kept this up, my dick would be hard again in no time and we’d have to go another round.
“You taste good.” He parted my lips with his tongue to dip it inside. I nipped at the metal piercing, kissing it as I moaned. I couldn’t help but to fondle his nipples, circling my thumbs against the rings. I had never been with a man who had piercings before … and it was so damn sexy.
“Mmm. I’m glad to hear that. I would really liked to have tasted you, though. Maybe next time?” I added, taking his hand and sucking on one of his fingers, chasing the salty taste of him in my mouth.
“I have to go.” A dull numbness crept over me. The mood went from lighthearted to sour in an instant. I knew I wanted something more, eager to jump right into it even after all the shit that went down with Sly, but Ren clearly wasn’t ready to makeany kind of commitment. Maybe he didn’t want it. Maybe he just needed to release some tension.
“What? Ren, please don’t go.” My hand brushed across his skin as he rolled over on the bed and got up. “I’d really like you to stay. You can feed off my magic. How’s your back doing?”
Ren’s jaw dropped, astonishment crossing his face.
“That’s not …” I scrubbed my hands down my cheeks. “That came out wrong. I know you’re not using me. I just haven’t been sleeping well and could really use a comforting, warm body next to me tonight.”
Ren found his clothes on the floor, pulling on his sweatpants and shirt. He leaned forward on the bed, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I really do have to go, Theo. There are clean sheets in the hallway closet. And … thank you for this.”
“Thank you?” I gasped. But when I noticed he was making subtle gestures with his hands, I realized he wasn’t thanking me for the good time. He wanted to leave so he could practice the other gift I had given him—a way to comfortably use his magic without causing harm.
“Okay,” I relented, sinking my head into the fluffy pillow. If I wanted any chance of this to work, I couldn’t rush this or pressure him. “But you’ll be back in the morning?”
Ren's smile lit up the dark room like a flash of lightning, sudden and breathtaking. I doubted I'd ever grow used to it. “Of course. I’ll bring breakfast. Donuts or bagels?”
A smile of my own slipped past my lips. “Maybe a fruit bowl this time. No blueberries, though. Not a fan of blueberries.”
“Of course.” He opened the mysterious closet door, the portal that connected this house in Salem to his other place in Boston. I wondered if he’d ever invite me over to see it.
His body disappeared into the inky black darkness, and the door closed behind him.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, Caspian’s name lighting up the screen.
“Well, there goes my good mood,” I muttered to myself right before I answered the phone.
26
TRUETOHISWORD,Ren had returned in the morning, and I had found him in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I wondered if he came back through the bedroom closet and why I hadn’t heard him arrive. I was usually a light sleeper, but the absolute bliss that swarmed me after the things that demon did to me last night, I could see how I might have slept right through his arrival.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, watching as he stared down at a large bowl of fruit, frowning at it like it had done something to insult him. He then dug a spoon into it, scooping out a small, deep blue ball and tossing it into the sink.
