Page 10 of Tasteful Anarchy and Tangled Auras
“I can think of a few things to do with that, as it happens,” I murmur.
He snaps it shut.
“Oh, can you, little female?” he all but growls. His hand raises, and he pulls my pebbled nipple free of my bra over the top of my dress. His other hand palms my other breast, and his body presses me back harder as he rolls my nipple tightly between his fingers.
A zing goes directly to my clit. “Wait,” I cry breathlessly. He freezes, and I give it a few seconds before I let the smirk hit my face. A frustrated sound comes from him. “I said that you misunderstood,” I start quickly. “I meant that. I was going to propose that you sleep with me. Really sleep.” My voice is breathy.
Bryn cocks his head without releasing my nipple, though his other hand slides down to my ass. “And how would that help with the seed bit of your grandmother’s speech?” I raise a brow and wait for him to work it out.
“No,” he says. “Absolutely not. Not achanceI’m jerking off for you.” His anger hits me at the suggestion, and I can feel my panties get wet. Fuck, I hate being on this end of someone’s temper. My shields, normally very solid, don’t seem to stop his rage from affecting me. My hips rock against his without any conscious thought. He has removed his hands from my ass, and I want to whimper.
I take a deep breath, trying to get my shit together even though my nipple is being rolled and pinched, “Well, actually, I had a solution for that too. I was hoping you were a male who...dripped a bit when excited.”
He suddenly grins flippantly. “You’re going to have to find out for yourself, Adelaide. Cut out the middle man, so to speak.” His hands grip my waist, and he spins us so he is leaning against the wall. He laces his fingers and places his hands on top of his head. “Do your worst, Priestess,” he says with a coy smile.
Smug bastard, I think again, but I let the heat hit my eyes as I take him in. He truly is a gorgeous specimen of a nymph: the classic tall, thin, but strong body structure; his dancing hazel eyes; bowed lips; high cheekbones; and those loose curls that I keep wanting to touch. I drop to my knees in front of him, and he groans at the sight. I smirk as I lean into his pants and sniff. I rub my nose back and forth against his hard cock then look up, locking eyes with him. “I’m going to guess you are,” I sigh as I unbutton his pants. His hands start to lower and I freeze, slightly nervous.
“Just getting more comfortable for this,” he murmurs, eyes half closed, as he unbuttons his vest and pulls his dress shirt out of his pants. I hear a blade hit the floor behind me and turn. Where the hell was he hiding that? Distracted, I turn back to him. Damn, these cut lines could slice an apple. I want to run my tongue along them.
I return to the current matter and reach into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. The second my skin touches his, he groans and I feel his hips press forward. Fuck, he’s so hard.
And so big. Goddess, I’ve missed male nymphs. I pull him free. His length is so impressive that I spare a quick prayer for my kidneys as I purr in appreciation. His foreskin is pulled back, revealing his large, sensitive head. My mouth waters; he smellsdivine. I grin and I can’t help the next words that tumble out of my mouth. “See, you are wet for me.”
Silence, then, “As you are for me, Adelaide.”
“Mm-hmm,” I pant. “Can I have it?”
“Ask nicely, Priestess.”
I can’t decide if that makes me hotter or annoys me. I have a sneaking suspicion I’ll be contemplating that thought a lot if I spend much time with Bryn.
“Please, Bryn,” I whimper softly, deciding to play nice. “Can I stroke your shaft and get your seed upon my hands?”
“Yes, you may.” He tries to grin, but he is struggling for control of himself.
I stroke my hand back and forth without getting to his tip. I bring my other hand up to cup his velvety balls as I spread my legs and sit back further on my hips. He groans. I stroke higher and higher each time, and a fresh drop of his seed comes out and starts to drip down his head.
Fuck. I’ve played myself here. All I want to do in this moment is wrap my lips around him, not let his fluids drip on my hand. He seems to sense my indecision.
“Get it on your skin, Priestess,” he growls.
I slide my hand up and it drips onto my thumb, then I pass my thumb over his head and he inhales sharply. I go to stroke him more, but he lithely pulls away, tucking himself into his pants.
“Good enough for ol’ Gramma, hmm?” he asks. He turns towards my bedroom and pulls off his shirt, leaving me—shocked—on my knees. “I’m exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”
Bryn
FUCK. She is absolutely incredible and enraging at the same time. Upon getting into bed last night, she’d dropped her dressin front of me. I had assumed she was trying to continue teasing me, and I was not in the mood for it. I started to grumble something out but she cut me off. “The bed is spelled. A gift from my grandmother, to all her granddaughters. No clothes allowed.” She demonstrated, freeing her large breasts and tossing her black bra upon the bed. It went up in smoke. I was so damned hard there was no way I could sleep in the same bed as her, naked, and not shame myself. I pulled my gaze from her heavy breasts with their large, dark nipples. I wanted to watch her become undone and needy as I played with them. I wanted to hear her beg me as I touched her, controlled her pleasure.
She smirked as I excused myself to the bathroom. She knew I was going to rub one out real quick so I didn’t make a total idiot of myself that night.
Upon my return to the bed, now naked, her eyes devour me. It feels good to see the lust still there now that she didn’t need my fluids to fulfill a bargain, I think irritably. I climb into the far side of the soft bed, pulling the fluffy covers up, and close my eyes. It is a long time before sleep finds me.
But when I awake in the middle of the night, she is lying against me, her head on my chest, her hair spread out behind her. Against my hip, I feel the soft curls where her thighs meet. Under where her cheek rests, my heart tightens again. I let my fingers stroke her hair, though it feels forbidden. Finally, I doze back off.
I AWAKE TO THE DOORslamming open. In bursts a nymph male. I eye Adelaide, waiting for her to set the tone on this.
“Malcolm,” she says. “Somehow, this is even less refreshing than our last interaction.”
