Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Ten

We enter the festival through a VIP gate and head toward a stage where trees block some of the sun's rays. We find a sofa and sit down. I drape myself over him like an accessory. His phone blows up with apologies from different people in attendance, confirming what we already know. They're in shock and have no manners.

A guy walks up and says, "Hey man, I thought that was you. You guys playing today?"

"Tomorrow."

A look around finds several bar options. I don't want to know these things. He's not ready for me to know. Untangling myself, I ask, "You guys want anything to drink?"

The guy says no, holding up his beer.

He says, "Sure, surprise me." I lean over and kiss his forehead as he does to me, laughing.

I request six shots and two double rum and cokes and a box to carry it in. It's enough for a bit of a buzz.

Whatever happens, tomorrow won't break us. It can't.

I crawl over him and wedge myself into the corner, draping my legs over his. Minutes later the sky lights up with crisp jagged white lines. Giant drops splash us several seconds apart. They plummet faster and get smaller, hitting harder. We get up and hike toward the exit. People around us search bags for plastic wrap raincoats. A woman walking past us passes one to us and laughs, saying, "Here's an extra. Looks like you only need one anyway." We thank her and drape it over us.

We get to the car and drive away as hoards of people run down sidewalks searching for rides and vehicles. Back at the hotel, we stop at the restaurant to order food to be brought up later.

His phone flashes with a call. "Yup," he answers and listens for a few seconds before turning to me to ask, "Do we want anything from the liquor store?"

"Hmm... Something clear and pineapple juice?" I suggest.

"Yes, vodka or rum?" He listens and laughs. "I'll ask."

He walks to the bar and talks to them to finalize drinks. "They'll bring it up for us. It needs a cart."

We walk in and stand staring at the door as it closes slowly. We laugh, remembering when he first knocked on the door. The moment it closes, we merge into hands and lips and teeth.

I jump up and he catches me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He slams me into the wall and I laugh while he kisses down my throat. I yank his head back by his hair, like he does to me sometimes. When his eyes meet mine, I fuse my mouth to his, brushing our lips together at first softly. Our kisses get more insistent, more feral. Growls and bites later, I'm ripping his wet shirt over his head.

He pushes me over the sofa arm, yanking my leggings down. I go for his pants next, but get frustrated with his belt. He's trying to toe his shoes off but we both have strings to contend with. Finally, I give up and say, "Help, shoes. Please." He unties them in record time. His come off next. I pull his arm and he helps me stand. I jerk his pants down his hips, sinking to the floor in front of him.

I push him down on the sofa and crawl across the floor to him. He makes a strangled noise in his throat that fuels my ego. When I'm close enough, I rub my hands up his legs to his knees. They glide up his inner thighs as I raise up on my knees and rub the sides of my face against his groin.

He asks, "What are you doing?"

"Thinking about giving you a blowjob. Any requests?"

"That about sums it up."

"Put your hands on the back of the sofa. If they come down, I stop."

"Yes, ma'am."

"None of your mommy stuff, incubus."

He grins at me. "If they knock on the door—"

"They'll leave it outside, stop worrying, love."

"Yes, Dea."

Straightening up, I say, "Kiss me." And he does. I slide my hands down his throat, over his shoulders to his chest. Nails graze lightly down his chest to his hips and thighs. My face rubs each side of him, kissing and licking. One by one, I take his balls into my mouth, rolling them around. My tongue laps at the base of his cock. I know he's wishing I'd use my hands, but that's part of my payback.

Nuzzling his cock with my lips and tongue, then my cheek and nose. "Give me your hands," I say. And he does. I use them to take away the temptation to do it the easy way. My tongue laps up the pearly moisture seeping out of the head of his cock. He sees it on my tongue and watches me lick my lips and go back for more.

His hands squeeze mine and I use him to steady myself. I come at it from the other side and capture the head in my mouth. He slides deeper into my mouth. His breathing staggers. I swirl my tongue around the head with every upstroke. Realizing I need my hands, I let go of one of his to guide him into my mouth easier. When I let go of the other, I open my throat and swallow around him. "For the love of all that's unholy, what was that? Do it again, please."

I laugh around him and breathe through my nose. Because he asked though, I do it again. He full-body shivers, so I do it again and again. "Fuck me. I want to kiss you, fuck you, and murder whoever taught you that. I can't think straight. It's too much. Come here." He pulls me up, ruining my fun.

"I'm not done," I protest.

He cups my face, "Why do you always surprise me? How are you this perfect, stunning, amazing creature that's interested in me? You could do anything, be with anyone. How do I deserve you?"

"Uh-uh. We're not doing that. Whatever this is, you shut it down. You call me a goddess, but you're a god among men. I see it. Everyone at lunch sees it. I don't know who you are or why everyone is so worked up. You and me, we belong together and that's not going to change. I just found you. I'm never letting go."

I continue, "They're right that I don't know you. But I know you. The same way you know me. The chemistry we have, that's real. Don't you feel it?" I search his eyes.

I finish, "Quit worrying about tomorrow or tell me tonight and let's get it over with. I'm in. I promise you. Whatever, wherever, whenever."

He drags me closer. "I'm already falling for you." A knock sounds at the door.

I don't let go. "Good. Because I've been falling for you for months."