Page 25 of The Nephilim's Touch
I lick and slurp, mimicking what Van’s doing to my own dick.
“Not gonna last,” I pant out. My balls draw up and my orgasm builds, but he pulls away and kisses the length of me before going back to the delectable sucking.
“Come for me, Gabe. Don’t hold back.” Van’s tail seems to thicken between my lips and I continue to follow his lead. His hand jerks himself and I want it to be mine, but I don’t say anything. Next time. I’ll taste him next time.
“Fuck. Coming. Fuck.” Van curses and his mouth falls away from my cock just as I cry out. My orgasm blows through me, shooting cum across Van’s face. And why the fuck is the surprise facial so hot to me? “Didn’t mean to come first, babes, but you’re just so hot.” He rubs his finger through a rope of cum and pushes it into his mouth. “And so damn delicious.”
Fuck. I drop back on the bed and stare at the ceiling while my breathing calms. Van leaves momentarily, probably to clean his face, then the bed moves beside me as he joins me. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and I curl into him. Warm. No, hot. So so damn hot, but it doesn’t bother me.
“You okay, Gabe?” Van’s tail pokes me gently in the stomach a few times and I grin.
“You kinda just blew my mind. I’ve never sucked a tail before. And that mouth of yours…” Fuck.
“I’m basically a god in bed.” Van nuzzles closer and throws his leg over mine.
“I believe it.” A yawn escapes and I can barely keep my eyes open. We’re cuddled together. There’s no use trying to come up with other sleeping arrangements, so I don’t bother bringing it up.
“For the first time in a long time, my brain is calm,” Van says.
“I don’t have some magical calming cum.” At least not that I know of.
Van laughs into my neck. “It’s not your cum. It’s you. Something about you calms the beast inside. I felt it earlier and Ifeel it now. Maybe it’s fate. The veil opened and sent me right to exactly who I need to help me.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “That’s what the cards said, too.”
“It is.”
“But no more thinking, it’s time for sleeps.” I yawn again and wiggle, just to make sure I’m comfortable. I haven’t been this comfortable in years.
10
VAN
How issomeone so adorable even in sleep? How, I ask? How? Gabe scrunches his nose and I have to bite back a laugh because it’s just so fucking cute.
“No, I don’t want cabbage soup. It gives me gas,” he says matter-of-factly with his eyes closed and now I know what the scrunched nose was for. Sweet Gabe talks in his sleep. “Yes. I love cabbage soup, but I don’t want to have… issues in front of my date.”
I wait to see if he continues this conversation and am not disappointed.
“Chicken noodle soup? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just make…”
This time I can’t help it and laugh a little too loud.
“Mmmm?” Gabe asks as his eyes flutter open. “Are you okay?” He lifts his head as if to get up and I pull him back down.
“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
“Yes.” He groans and flops to his back. “How embarrassing.” He covers his face with his hands. “What did I say?”
“Oh, apparently cabbage soup gives you gas.”
“No.”
“Yes.” I rub his rumbling stomach. “Maybe you need cabbage soup right now. You’re hungry.”
“No cabbage soup. Takes too long.” He rolls out of bed. “What time is it?”
Sun peeks out from the bottom of the light blocking curtains over the windows. “Dunno, but daylight.”
