Page 23 of Love Triangle
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“You even say please. So polite. Good. Now you can come on my fingers. Maybe next time you can come on my cock.”Fuck fuck fuck fuck please.
“Yes yes yes please yes,” she whines.
I move one of her legs over just slightly to make room for my hand. When I slip my middle and ring finger inside her, facing downward so that my thumb can press against her clit, I find that she’s absolutely drenched.
“So wet for me.” I pump my fingers in and out a few times, searching for her special spot, and when she gasps I know I’ve found it. I begin to rub her clit along with my massaging. “Such a perfect cunt. Do you think about me inside you, Crystal?”
Running my other palm along her stretched-out throat, I wonder what it would be like to squeeze it as I fuck her, if she’d enjoy it. Perhaps another time.
“Yes, sir. Oh, that feels so good.” She shivers and I watch as her skin turns red and blotchy. Such a beautiful sight. I move my fingers quicker, keeping my motions smooth and watching her breathing and twitching for signs of when to further increase my pace.
“I’m so glad to hear that. Now, I’m going to need you to come for me very soon.” I feel her pulse race in her throat as she moans, lost to the throes of passion, and I make my final push. “Come now.”
Within a few seconds Crystal stiffens, a single shout leaving her frozen body, before she collapses loosely over me, still gyrating slowly against my hand. She lets out a soft, pathetic mewl as I remove my fingers from her and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty more of those for my good girl soon enough. Now lick them clean for me.” She eagerly sucks her fluids from off of my fingers as soon as I put them into her mouth. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but nothing strange happened like you said. Though I’m still not sure what you were expecting.”
I lift her up, intending to hold her against me, but instead release her in shock. I barely catch her before she hits the floor, though I have no idea what to do when she’s in my arms.
“It appears I spoke too soon.”
Chapter Twenty-Two-Crystal
From the chin to the coochie I’m invisible. On one side anyway. Got a nice glowing layer in between, like a radioactive sandwich cookie.
Cliff sits on my sofa, back straight, hands on his knees. I stand before him, still nude, letting him look me up and down. He sure looks for an awful long time before finally he clears his throat and pats the seat next to him.
“Sit. Put on your dress. We clearly have some things to discuss.”
When I’m dressed and sat next to him, he does the one thing I really wouldn’t have expected from him: he takes my hand in his. I look into his eyes and see amusement there, not fear or judgment like I worried. Shoot, I don’t know why I worried so much more with Cliff than I did with Trig. Maybe because he’s so serious. But now I feel kind of guilty about making assumptions about him.
“Here I thought I’d tried everything. Never been with an invisible woman, though.” He grins and strokes my cheek. “Why did only some of you turn out like this? And how long does it last?”
“I’m not really sure why only some does, or why it never happened before I met you and Trig. It seems to last anywhere from a few seconds to about ten minutes as far as I can tell. It’s real finicky, it seems.”
“Never happened before Trig and me? What’s different now?”
He combs his fingers through my hair as we speak, making me feel like melted butter. This man really knows how to use his hands.
“Well, there’s this curse…”
A little bit later, when I’m done explaining the whole curse thing, Cliff is back to sitting the way he was, hands to himself. He suddenly looks a little green and I know it’s not from me because I’m back to normal now.
“Cliff? Are you okay?” I touch his elbow carefully so as not to freak him out.
“You said you turn into a pyramid of some sort at night? In the clearing behind this house?” he asks in a faraway voice. “The clearing not far from my very own property?”
“Yes, the pyramid is some kind of glass or gem or-“
“Fluorite. It’s fluorite.” He cuts me off before swallowing hard. He looks at me and I notice the strangest thing on his tanned cheeks. He’s blushing! “I’ve seen the pyramid, or you I suppose, there before.”
I think back to the last couple nights when I’d had a…visitor and I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks as well.
“I don’t suppose you were there last night, were you?” I ask, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Yes, I was. My apologies. You must understand that I couldn’t–You see, I–” The normally stoic man stumbles over his words.
