Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Eighteen

Without wasting much time, things kick off in the elevator. We strip each other of clothes and boots the moment the door closes. In the bath, we get the water going and stand under it. My hands lock around his neck. I push off with my feet, jumping up and wrapping my legs around him. He slams me into a wall, holding me up by my thighs. I grab hold of the shower heads as he slides me further up the wall. The showerheads are good for holding onto. He slides my thighs over his shoulders, so my pussy is right in his face.

He's strong, but I'm afraid I'm going to fall. Luckily, the ceilings are high enough that it works. Pushing me up a bit more, I manage to get one of the showerheads under my armpit and feel more secure.

He holds me with one hand. The other hand's fingers fill me, sliding in and out. He licks and sucks my clit with such ferocity that I think of nothing else. He wraps his other hand over my thigh and pushes his thumb against my clit while biting the insides of my thighs and squeezing my ass. My body curls into him.

His mouth presses into my core again, nibbling and sucking. He gets his teeth around my clit and I say, "No, no, no, no."

In my head, I can almost hear him smirking or telling me to use colors. "Yellow," I finally gasp out. He starts with gentle pressure as his tongue flicks against and around my clit.

His fingers never stop moving. I tighten around them occasionally, especially when he hits a particularly delicious spot that curls my toes. He scissors or makes the "come here" movement, convincing me he's god.

There's more pressure and I realize he's not letting go. Either I'm acclimating or—. His tongue slides over my clit and I attempt to crawl to the ceiling. He sucks, just slightly, and I lock my ankles behind his head.

More pressure continues with the barest hint of pain, but I've forgotten my name. "Yellow," I think that's my name, so I say it.

Or "red." Definitely not "green."

Pressure halts, but his magical fingers don't. Recreating some of the pressure with his tongue, he tilts his head back to watch me. He presses into me with his thumb and I try climbing the wall again. He laughs, "Where are you going?"

"Don't let me fall."

"You already fell."

"I did?"

"For me."

"I did."

He kisses my clit and tells me, "I won't let you get hurt, love."

There's a warm, heavy feeling building in my body. I feel it every time he pinches and presses into my clit. The alternating sensation, stopping and creating more of it. I can feel my heartbeat in the pulsating rhythm when he releases it from under his thumb. He has me hanging on the edge.

"When I tell you, you're going to let go of the showerhead and slide down to me. Okay?"

"Mmhmm," I say.

"What did I say?"

"Words, let go, okay."

He laughs again. "Count backwards from eight in your head, then let go and slide to me."

"Now?"

"Yes. Start now."

Eight.

He pinches me. I try to scoot up the wall from him. It's not as hard as before, but I feel it.

Seven.

He takes away the sensation, pressing into it, and I relax some. His hands work me faster, picking up momentum. He taps and presses, taps and presses.

Six.

He seals his mouth over my clit and replaces the pressure with his tongue or thumb. Tap, press. Tap, press.

Five.

He does the "come hither" thing and I squeeze the sides of his face with my thighs. My death grip on the showerhead causes my fingers to go numb. Tap, tap, press, tap, tap, press.

Four.

I start thinking of payback. I'm going to—. He adds suction and every thought I have silences. Or maybe my head is empty of everything except the wash of warmth that's crawling up my midsection now. Tap, tap, tap, press. Tap, tap, tap, press with his tongue.

Three.

The first contraction starts and I clamp down on his fingers. He sucks my clit harder but occasionally uses his tongue to slow the sensations. He starts and stops me effortlessly. There are fewer presses now.

Two.

My heartbeat pulsates through my body. It starts in my core and my muscles clench again. My eyes catch his and I feel like I'm falling, but I don't close my eyes.

One.

He sucks my clit back into his mouth while tapping it with his tongue. It's a perfect storm. I come so hard I almost forget to let go, but my body gets lazy and I fall. He doesn't let me get hurt. Instead, he carries me to the bench.

"Fuck me," I manage somehow. And he does.

Crawling over me, he picks my legs up. He slides home, and I buck into him. My legs lock behind his back and I rock into him. My cores clamps around him and I pull his face to mine. His lips meet mine. When I'm nothing but a quivering mess of aftershocks, he wraps me in a robe and carries me to bed.

He doesn't come with me that time, but that's okay.