Page 16 of A Subtle Scar
It would have been nice to cum right when the words were out of my mouth, but it took a few more pumps before I felt myself let go and released inside of him. Neither of us had been interested in the polite use of condoms. There was something to be said for a messy fuck every now and then.
“What the—” Ronny wiggled his ass, but I dug my fingers in deeper. “Can you pull out when you’re done back there? I need to rub one out because you’re an egotistical ass, and I’m still high and dry.”
I pulled his head back a little farther by his long, silky hair. It shimmered faintly, the light of the night visible through the window reflecting off it. “You go ahead and finish. I’ll stay just where I am.”
Ronny glared back at me. “Seriously. I made sure you came when I was fucking you. What is your fucking damage, Hermes?”
“I like you to work for it,” I said and rocked back and forth inside him. “And I like how it feels when you work for it.”
“Unbelievable.” He stared daggers at me for three more seconds, then flopped down on the pillow in front of him and reached underneath himself to stroke his dick.
I watched him move, the muscles of his back falling into a seductive rhythm. Especially with Ronny being so lean, this was a show, and the closer he got, the more I felt his channel squeeze me haphazardly, which got me half-hard again.
Sex with humans was never quite like this, mostly because human men didn’t naturally have it in them to cum as much as we gods did. I supposed I could have changed things up and leaned toward women again, but most women were too soft for me. I liked having someone under me—or on top of me—I knew I couldn’t break.
Ronny’s skin shimmered with perspiration. I licked my lips as he fucked himself on my cock while pumping his own. My fingers were still in his hair, digging in, and when I pulled a little harder, he growled. Then he came, squeezing me, and I hummed out a long sigh.
This time around I let his hips go, and we pulled apart and rolled onto our backs. Neither of us moved in to cuddle, and besides, there was a wet spot on the sheet between us.
“Just so you know,” Ronny said after several minutes. “I’ll go after him. After Chandler. There’s something about him that speaks to me.”
“Something about him that speaks to you?” I aped. “What is he, a piece of furniture?”
“You’re the creepy god who never even asked him his name. What, did you just walk right up to him and ask him to blow you?” he asked as if he thought I’d forgotten he’d suspected it already. As if he could catch me in my lie.
I turned to look at Ronny. “Of course not,” I said like I had never said it before. “That would be so human. So basic. I have style.”
He snorted. “You are so full of it. You totally asked him to blow you, and probably without any preamble at all. That might have worked back when there were still bacchanals, but today’s humans are all about the romance.”
I rolled my eyes and stared at the ceiling. “As if you have any idea what today’s humans want. You spend most of your time in whatever otherrealm strikes your fancy. I live here. I signed actual leases and everything. I did put thought into buying furniture.”
“I always come here to expand my wardrobe. I own a house and a garden, which you are perfectly aware of. And I come for the trains and subways, even the occasional ferry. Now I will be staying here for Chandler. Indefinitely.”
Normally, that wouldn’t have irked me, but after the talk with the Dragon Mother earlier, and after the human had somehow managed to…escape, I had pretty much planned to do the same thing. I simply hadn’t planned on telling Ronny about it, or at least not until after the fact. Until after Vincent had kneeled for me, unzipped my pants, and licked one or two orgasms out of me.
“He won’t be that interested. When he realizes he can have me,” I said.
I heard the pillow when Ronny whipped his head toward me. “You’re an ass. Can you not let me have this human?”
“No, sorry. Saw him first.”
“No, you did not, Hermes. And even if, you just told me ten minutes ago that it isn’t about who gets there first, so back the fuck off.”
I stretched in an attempt to hide my grin. This wasn’t what I’d planned for my brief stay in Brunswick, but it was unsurprisingly more fun. Blue eyes. Such haunting blue eyes. “No can do, Ronny.” I turned around and pulled the comforter over me.
“You…are you staying the night?”
“Bed’s big enough. Just stay over there on your half of it.”
“You’re a teleporter. You can teleport into your own bed instead of invading mine.”
“My bed doesn’t have the sex smell I like because you thwarted me in getting the human in there.”
Ronny snorted. “You’re the only one thwarting you, Hermes. That comforter is mine, you ass. Give it.”
“You can have the sheet.”
“No, I want the comforter because I like being warm and comfortable. Stop—this is not some tug of war! Have you ever heard of basking in sexual afterglow?”
