Doubull Indemnity

13

This chapter contains sexually explicit content. 

Isla, Is Definitely Getting Another Noise Complaint

"Say that again."

I swallowed.

Greg dragged his still hard length over my chest, leaving me sticky and wet both above and below the waist. That was hot. I'm hot. I mean, yeah, I'm a dish, but I mean hot, hot. Greg was sexy as hell straddling me. Shirt pulled open. Pants discarded I don't even know where on the floor. His hair all disheveled and falling in his face like that. The salty taste of him lingered in my mouth and my raw throat.

And I still felt so empty, damn it.

I've fussed around with these potions before. Let's just say I've never had a bad weekend with one of these babes. Yeah, they give you one heck of a randy boost to your libido but not like this. This... this makes me feel vacant. Like I'm going to freaking die if I don't feel something hard and hot and thick slid deep inside me right. Now. Then again, I've never tried one of these puppies crafted by a certified alchemist. Always just traded favors with my sisters for a homebrewed variety.

My unbridled bucking under Greg's weight did nothing to ease the desperate, yearning, wet ache in my core. I needed friction. I needed to be touched. To feel full. To take the length Greg was rutting between my tits in my hands and hold him. Stroke him. Feel him smooth and firm as I guided him and damn it he was sitting on my arms.

"Greggy, my arms are going numb," I cooed, my voice raspier than I was expecting. "Could you be a good boy and please get off me?"

"Is that all you want?"

Bit of fang poked out over Greg's bottom lip as he smirked, causing a thin ribbon of my blood to dribble down his chin. Fuuuuuck he's sexier than all the ghosts making pottery and shirtless shapeshifters combined.

"Well then I want you to get me off—aah!"

Yeah, I know, I squealed. How schoolgirl of me. But I couldn't help myself! Greggy rolled off me and onto his back with grace. Such grace, that in the same motion he hooked an arm around my waist dragged me over him. On top of him. Straddling him. He sucked in a sharp breath at the rush of wetness suddenly slicking the junction of our hips.

Unable to resist, I ground down along the length of him. Hot and firm and so smooth. He wasn't even inside me and he had me mewling. Panting. Gasping for breath and chasing the pleasure of him rubbing me through my panties. I was almost there. It was almost enough. The friction was almost perfect. And I was almost trembling so hard I could barely sit up straight. When he slipped under the fabric of my soaked thong, Greg grasped my hips with bruising strength. Head thrown back into the pillows. Fangs unashamedly hanging out his gaping mouth. Blue eyes glowing, watching me like a tiger watches a gazelle prance—wait do tigers and gazelles even live in the same place? No, fuck it, doesn't matter. Point is, Greggy staring at me in awe and desire and hunger was the heckin' prettiest I'd ever seen him.

A sweat broke out along my brow as I quickened my pace. Ground him between my slick folds one, two, three times and I was truly shuddering too much to support myself as the orgasm took me. I rode it out atop him. It was good but, no, it wasn't. It wasn't good enough. The bliss faded too quick and I was still too hot and so damn empty.

"And you teased me for being too fast," he said.

He kissed my hand. My wrist. My fingers. Sucked one digit into his mouth. Oh, come on. Now who was being the tease?