Past Due, page 51
part #4 of Good Intentions Series
Molly regarded Alex with an arched eyebrow and a grin. "I’m not passing on my turn, but we already hooked up once this weekend."
"No, she’s got a point," said Alex. "You should lie down."
She knew he had a plan. Molly took his suggestion without argument, though lying beside Onyx turned to laying against her in another kiss and another brush of roaming hands. Legs intertwined, with Onyx raising one smooth thigh up between Molly’s. Alex needed only to gently nudge to get her where he wanted her. Passion did the rest.
Onyx rolled over onto Molly in loving aggression without even thinking twice. The grind of her thigh against Molly’s sex kept them both distracted. At first, Molly tried to reciprocate, but it didn’t last. Her leg fell back onto the bed. Onyx slid one hand between them to work Molly with a little more care, drawing a groan with the mere stroke of her thumb. She was eager to give Molly her undivided attention.
Then she felt Alex move into place behind her. His arms slid around Onyx, bracing himself with his hands on the bed at Molly’s sides. He had a plan.
The first brush of his cock escalated everything he’d already done to her. Hardened flesh sent her arousal to new heights with just a tease. Once again, her lovers had her shaking, though this time she was propped up on her hands and knees. Onyx leaned forward into Molly, kissing her with abandon while she raised her hips.
Faint colors burst against her eyelids in a rush when he pushed into her. A long and heavy breath escaped her mouth as if forced from her body by sheer pleasure. She couldn’t continue her kiss with Molly in these first moments. It didn’t bother her lover in the slightest. Molly held her and caressed her until Onyx was less overwhelmed. Sooner or later she’d fall right back into that same rapture as the sensations built, but until then Onyx would be more than attentive.
That was her plan, anyway. Things took a new turn when Alex pulled back on her shoulders while Molly pushed. Deft hands unclasped her bra and cast it aside. Molly’s hands returned to her breasts, along with her mouth. Upright on her knees and deeply penetrated, Onyx finally got that rush of dirty excitement she craved tonight.
* * *
The demon’s tail around Rachel’s neck caressed rather than choked. She got hot from the statement it made more than anything else. More comprehensive restraint and far more indulgent touch came from the rest of the demon lying on top of her. Red thighs spread around Rachel’s face to invite intimate service. Rachel kissed and licked at Lorelei’s sex with little gasps and moans as she received the same.
Lorelei could reach deeper. Her tongue could do things that weren’t fair. Rachel gave back all the same moves that drove her nuts. She knew what Lorelei liked. Her lover purred whenever Rachel followed a feather-light lick with a slower and wider touch. She knew when to focus in on the right spot and keep going steadily, steadily, making Lorelei tremble and tense and groan...except Lorelei did all the same but better.
She kept doing it, too. That swirl. The touch of her hands on Rachel’s thighs, keeping them apart when Rachel shook. That damn tongue worked her and fucked her, pushing Rachel so close to orgasm she couldn’t reciprocate anymore. Rachel gave up with a gasp.
The tail around her neck gently tightened and kept her from rallying for another go. The tongue laved and assaulted her past the point of no return. "Fuck," Rachel whimpered. "You’re so…evil…fuck!"
Every other word in her mouth collapsed into sharp gasps. Her body throbbed in blissful release. Lorelei eased her attention but didn’t stop. She never did. Along with getting Rachel off seemingly whenever she wanted, the succubus always lovingly kept her climax going longer than should have been possible. Every time.
When the tremors subsided and her lover relaxed, Lorelei straightened up and slipped her tail free. Skin slid against skin with every move. Lorelei turned and laid back down to face Rachel, her demon features fading away. A deep, smooth, and entirely possessive kiss punctuated her performance.
"Shacking up with the enemy fucking rocks," Rachel exhaled.
"Oh? Is that what you wanted?" Lorelei taunted. "I know how it thrills when I make love to you as an enemy, but I thought this was something else."
"No. No roleplay fucks tonight. Feeling a little overpowered here is all."
"Changes in station aside, you are still much stronger than I." Lorelei favored her with a wicked grin. Her caress between Rachel’s breasts and down her belly made the angel shiver. "This has never been about power."
"Not that kind of power." Rachel swallowed. "I wanted to get you off."
"You did, in many ways."
"Yeah, but the other one, too. Don’t tell me I got you off. I know when you come and when you really fucking lose it. I wanted to give you that."
"Sex does not always require a full climax to be satisfying, my love," said Lorelei.
"You say that, and then sometimes you don’t let me out of a casual hug until you make me climax."
"Hm. Yes," Lorelei conceded. "Demon."
"Fucking smug, too."
"You love it. I will not change, and I am not going anywhere. You’ve been here longer than I am accustomed," she noted.
"Yeah, it’s easier with everyone under one roof," said Rachel. Then she groaned and put her hands over her face. "Aw fuck me, I’m not supposed to say that. You really are fucking my brains out here."
"I already knew from George," Lorelei assured her. "And I will say nothing."
"Now, but you’ll think about it and figure out a—ffh!" Rachel shivered again. Lorelei turned Rachel’s head with one hand to plant a searing kiss on her neck. Her free hand slid across wet flesh between her legs and threatened to renew their carnal needs all over again. "Wow."
"I will say nothing to anyone," Lorelei repeated. "I respect your devotion and your discretion. This is who you are. I may not share your allegiances, but I love you, and you may trust me as much as you have ever trusted Heaven."
Rachel let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah. About that." Physical arousal wasn’t going to help with this topic. "They didn’t tell me about Joel. You went to confront the angels about it while I was hurt. They told me that much."
"Yes." Lorelei’s brow knit with concern. "The angel in Dominion rejected my every word. He sent angels to scout the mansion after our fight. They reported nothing but disgruntled guests on their way home. Whether Joel was moved or concealed from their sight, the Dominion dismissed everything I said with contempt."
"Fucking…" Rachel pulled a pillow into her face and screamed into it. "Fucking chickencock asshole moron!" She shoved the pillow aside again to find Lorelei leaning back patiently waiting for more. "I’m done," Rachel grumbled. "He’s just… such an asshole."
"You’ve dealt with him before?"
"Neighboring Dominion, so we’ve met." Rachel shrugged. "It’s not that. It’s you, and it’s you and me and Alex. All the good we’ve done and we’re still getting this shit. More of this shit."
"You went straight to Joel’s prison when you arrived on the ship, didn’t you? How did you know?"
"The others knew the plan. The moment you all popped out of Katerina’s ship of dead fuckers was kind of a wake-up call for me. That’s when I came running. You know how I am. I can’t read minds wholesale but I pick on shit with a glance. Especially immediate, important shit.
"George wouldn’t help us with a whole supernatural fucknut convention on his own lawn. He wouldn’t believe you about a captive angel. Donald is back in circulation even after all of the fucked-up shit he did to Alex and to Hauser with the FBI nonsense." Rachel shook her head. "If it was any of this on its own, I’d think it’s Heaven being Heaven. Sometimes angels have their heads up their asses. All of it together makes me wonder if something is going on."
"What of the new angel in Dominion of Seattle?" asked Lorelei.
"Oh, he’s probably fine," said Rachel. "If something is up, he probably doesn’t know."
"That seems like a significant assumption. You haven’t known him long, have you?"
"No, but he’s real friendly and he treats me better than most. Angels suck at bullshitting."
"Deception is a skill like any other. It can be learned with practice."
"We don’t get a lot of practice at it because we’re angels. Getting caught in one lie is a big-ass shitstorm by our standards. Angels stonewall and they can hide shit, but we’re not good at all the deceiving stuff. I dunno. Maybe it’s a big deal, maybe it’s just us. Maybe I’m jumping up my own ass."
"Perhaps they foresee something," said Lorelei. "Lilith confronted Alex at the party."
"Yeah, I could see he had a run-in. Wanted to ask him once we were alone. What’d she say?"
"He’ll tell you everything when he returns to us." Lorelei looked away in thought. "We tend to consider our crises in their effect on us personally, or on the grandest scale we think of our city or the groups involved. We are used to the tensions between Heaven and Hell. Changes come and go but the world spins on.
"Yet the changes we have wrought do matter. The major players of Hell have been shaken up because of us. We have affected the supernatural communities of Seattle and beyond more than once—and now we have done so again."
"Fuck yeah, we did. Proud of it, too. Just gotta see if anything changes." Rachel’s face softened with a new topic. "One other thing: all of this happened because of Zafirah."
"We are agreed. I believe I share your sense of friendship now." Lorelei grinned. "Yet I will owe her no favors over this or anything else except on my own terms."
"Pff. Right? Fuckin’ obviously."
* * *
Dim lighting greeted him in the hallway. He dreaded something brighter, but maybe the lights were all set to a clock. Alex counted himself lucky as he slipped through the doorway, closing it behind him as gently as he could with only one hand. His other hand gripped his shoes and belt. With only a short hallway and one corner to cover in the middle of the night, Alex skipped the usual shower along with getting fully dressed. A minute to clean up in the bathroom was all he needed. No reason to keep Molly or Onyx awake through a prolonged exit. Who would see him all disheveled out here, anyway?
The latch made only a little noise. He couldn’t complain. Alex padded down the hallway with a smile. He was all alone until he suddenly wasn’t.
"What a life," said Zafirah.
Alex hopped with a half-turn like a startled cat. One shoe slipped from his grasp to the floor, followed promptly by a belt that naturally landed buckle-first with a clatter.
Zafirah’s quiet smile held. It may even have broadened. "From one bed to another. No secrets. No regret. This stealth is mere tact, isn’t it?"
"Attempted tact, maybe," he sighed. "I’m sure my hair looks great right now."
"Better than you might think." She looked him up and down, still grinning. "As I say. This must be a lovely way of life."
"Y’know, I’ve got this whole thing about how you would think all the work and obligations add up in line with the happy bits, but the truth is they multiply," said Alex. "It’s also true that it’s great. I’d be happy with any of them. Turns out we’re all happy with this, too."
"Such joy is priceless, whether it is found between two or between more." She stepped closer. "I think you and I are beyond questions of price now."
Alex said nothing. He didn’t know if this was what he thought, but he hoped—and he had enough tact to shut up.
"You owed me a favor, and you repaid it with so much more. You don’t know how much you may have given me through all this."
"May have?"
"I must follow this journey to one last destination." She caught the twitch of his mouth and smiled. "Are you about to offer your aid?"
He grinned at himself. "I probably shouldn’t offer that on my own."
"A true lover must consider their partners in all things, yes. I understand. The impulse alone means much."
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.
"This will involve considerable sorcery, but no foreseeable danger."
"Okay." He paused. "I’m not sure that answers my question."
"Does it not?"
"This crew doesn’t keep me around because I’m good at stabbing things. Friendship usually isn’t about fighting or magic," said Alex. "You’re amazing, Zafirah. I wonder if, even with all the amazing…if you aren’t a little lonely?"
As if she hadn’t been smiling all along, her face softened and brightened. She brushed his cheek with her fingers. "Much less after all this, I think. Perhaps not at all."
Her hand curled around his neck. Zafirah kissed Alex with open, unguarded desire. Her embrace hid nothing about her urges. She withdrew before going further, but he knew it required an act of will. He shared the same problem, though her decision was more than enough to prompt his sense of self-control.
"Thank you, Alex. I must resolve this without you. I will be fine. Before we part, you will know several ways to reach me in the future. We will meet again." That glint of mischief in her eye carried a new interest. "I look forward to it."
* * *
"Aw, she walked away!" Rachel complained. "Fuck!"
The comment left Alex caught between a scowl and a grin. He hadn’t even shut the door yet. The duvet on the floor and the state of the bed testified to what he’d already missed. Lorelei reclined against several pillows, covered by the top sheet purely by happenstance. Rachel sat up beside her and beckoned. "C’mon, lover. We’ll take care of that boner."
"It’s not a medical problem," he grumbled, but he undressed.
"Agreed," said Lorelei. "What we share is the opposite of a problem."
"I’ve been called shameless and sex trash tonight and none of it was a complaint," he replied. Alex climbed onto the bed, welcomed by the casting aside of the top sheet by one lover and the tug of another. The return to such an embrace was a relief even if he’d only left another one mere minutes ago. It wasn’t the worst problem.
"I smell sex but no trash." Rachel pushed him onto his back. "You’re on bottom."
"Okay?" he agreed. Rachel’s touch chased away his weariness as always, but after a day and a night like this he was fine with letting her climb on top of him rather than the other way around.
"Somehow I doubt Zafirah sees you as trash, either." Lorelei slid close to them both. "That kiss led me to believe we wouldn’t see you until morning."
"Yeah, same." By now Alex didn’t worry about anyone feeling like they might be a second choice. No one needed any assurances. He felt a rush of love for this life, and for them. His eyes turned to the one straddling him. "Is she okay?"
"Yes," said Rachel, though as she slid down on his cock her response may have been about something else. "Yesyesyesfuckyeah," she hissed and moaned. In fairness, the sensation left Alex gasping and had his eyes rolling back in his head, too. "Sorry, what?" Rachel breathed. "Did you ask… ask something?"
"Maybe later?" His breath shook. She felt incredible.
She wasn’t the only one. Lorelei writhed against the pair, caressing him with an arm across his chest and her breasts against his side. Her approving grin preceded a deep kiss. "You know how I love these moments."
"Huh?" Alex held Rachel’s hips, grinding deep inside. Words were getting difficult. "Is this different than normal?"
"You abandon other concerns for carnal pleasures," Lorelei taunted. "You don’t even resist."
"There’s… always… oh god."
A finger came to his lips. Rachel’s eyes fluttered only halfway open. "She’s fine," Rachel told him. Her words came out heavy with ecstasy, too. "Talk later. Fuck now."
"Yes." Lorelei pulled away, but only to bring one knee close to his head. The other rose up over his face to settle in on the other side. "Easier if your mouth is preoccupied."
Heat and sin descended. He met it with a kiss.
* * *
Returning to port involved a certain amount of magic and shenanigans. Fortunately, the yacht carried experts in both. Though no sailing master herself, Zafirah knew who to call and what to say to arrange dock space. A little witchcraft eased their way into the harbor without inspections. Katerina’s undead crew steered the ship into place without trouble in the morning.
As it happened, Alex alone knew anything about tying up a ship at dock. Naturally, he got all the grunt work.
Their hotel suites were good for several more days. Katerina was more than happy to hang out with new friends. Spring break would last through the week for most. They were in a great city and even the weather cooperated. Some already had priorities.
"I have been informed it is donut time," Alex told Lorelei once the ship was secure.
She turned from the window of the upper lounge with a skeptical look. "The galley has a full professional kitchen. You all know how to cook."
"I’m not sure that’s entirely true for everyone," said Alex. "Anyway, I mentioned that, and I was told the previous owners did an unsatisfactory job of stocking up."
"They didn’t include donuts?"
"Scandalous, I know," he lamented.
"It’s a fast food chain."
"Yeah, I’m aware."
"I’m not a connoisseur, but doesn’t Seattle have shops of its own with better offerings?"
"Shh shh shh." Alex looked over his shoulder. "We don’t wanna have that discussion. That kind of talk leads to the burger chain argument all over again."
"Ah." Lorelei sighed. "Point."
"Just wanted to let you know the plan. Totally fine if you’re out. No need to come with if you don’t want to."
A sultry smile claimed her lips. "My love, you always say the most arousing things."
"God damn it, now I want to stay here with you," he grumbled.
She stroked his cheek, planted a kiss on his neck, and fixed him with a wicked grin. "Yet you will suffer bravely for the sake of friendship, won’t you?"
"It’s not like I don’t want any," he muttered. "Anyway, that’s the plan. It’s within walking distance, so we might come back first before going to the hotel. I’m not sure what everybody’s doing yet. Might hang out here, might go out on the town. You want me to text whenever there’s a plan?"
"Please. I’d prefer to linger and speak with Zafirah."
