Pocket Dungeon 4, page 9
But for now, I really couldn’t care about something like that.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Elaene shifted closer in my lap. I brought my lips up to hers in a far less chaste kiss than the one we’d just shared moments before, and it felt like the two of us were practically melting into one another.
The Atlantean reached up and threaded her fingers through my hair at the back of my head as we kissed, and my tongue slipped into her mouth to deepen the gesture.
She let out a soft sigh against my lips, and her hips shifted.
The movement made my dick twitch, and I had no doubts she could feel me pressing up against her through the flimsy material of her clothing.
I knew from looking at her that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt. I slid one of my hands from her hips to brush it over her scaled thigh before I slid it between her legs.
Heat radiated from the apex of her thighs, and as soon as the tips of my fingers brushed against her pussy, I could already feel just how wet the Atlantean woman was.
She shuddered at the light, delicate touch, and slowly, I slipped two fingers inside of her like we had all the time in the world.
Elaene gasped and tilted her head back with a soft sigh falling from her lips as I pressed my fingers in deeper until I was pressed inside her as much as I could go from the angle.
My thumb brushed against her clit as I fell into a soft, languid pace. I didn’t feel any need to rush, and the soft, pleased little sounds coming from Elaene’s lips were enough to tell me she was on the same page.
“Wes,” she sighed my name like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever said. “It feels so nice.”
“Yeah?” I murmured and leaned down to press a kiss to her jaw. “Tell me what else you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Keep touching me, just like that,” Elaene said in the same breathless tone as before. “Please, I don’t want it to stop.”
Her voice hitched at the end of her sentence as a little moan of pleasure spilled from her lips as I twisted my fingers just right and slipped another inside of her tight, wet pussy.
Her hips rolled against my hand as I fucked her on my fingers, and each time her body moved in that mesmerizing way, I felt myself growing harder and harder in my jeans. It was impossible not to with the way she threw her head back and sighed my name.
“Wessssss,” she sighed again, and this time, I felt her entire body clench as I brushed my thumb over her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
It was getting nearly impossible to think as Elaene continued to squirm in my lap. I could have spent all day just getting her off like that and been satisfied, but I had a feeling she wanted a little more, too.
“Can I fuck you?” I rasped.
“Yes,” Elaene gasped. Her response was immediate, and even the question had her pussy dripping down my fingers. “Yes, I want to feel you inside of me, please.”
“I can do that,” I mumbled and slowly pulled my hand from between her thighs.
The Atlantean gave a low whimper as I pulled my fingers free, but she shifted in my lap just enough so I could actually unzip my jeans.
Her hands joined mine, and the two of us quickly pulled my dick free from the confines of my pants, and before I could even be relieved to not be grinding up against a zipper anymore, Elaene rocked forward in my lap so the head of my cock brushed along her wet slit.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned at the slight touch. “More, Wes, please.”
She moved her hips again like she was desperate for contact, and each time she did, I felt like I was going to cum then and there.
She looked so unbelievably sexy in my lap asking me to fuck her, and I wasn’t the sort of man who wouldn’t give a woman what she wanted.
It took only a little adjustment before my dick slipped right into her hot, wet, entrance.
I stifled a low groan at the back of my throat as she sank all the way down onto me until I was buried inside of her completely.
She reached up to snake her arms around my neck and pulled herself even tighter against me as the two of us fell into a slow, luxuriant rhythm. There was no need to rush, and it was clear we were both enjoying the way the other’s body felt as it rubbed against our own.
“That’s it,” I urged as she buried her face in the crook of my neck. “You’re doing so well. Does it feel good like that?”
“Yes,” Elaene mumbled into my skin. “Yes, it feels so good. I can feel you so deep inside of me.”
“You’re doing so good for me,” I continued to praise her as the two of us began to move just a little faster. I wanted more than anything to see this beautiful, clever woman come undone for me, and I wanted it to be the first of many times we did it in this bed.
“Wesssss,” she whined my name again as I bucked my hips a little harder than before to press into her impossibly deeper. “I feel my own orgasm nearing.”
“Good,” I said. “I want you to feel good. Do you want to feel good?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “It is so near.”
I leaned down to catch her lips with mine again just as she began to cry out in utter ecstasy. I felt her pussy as it spasmed around my aching cock and milked my own orgasm out of me.
I spilled my seed deep inside of Elaene as she continued to writhe against my chest. The movement and the feeling of her pussy spasming again and again as she rode out her impossibly long orgasm was enough to push me over the edge once again.
I clung to the Atlantean woman as she gasped and whimpered as I came inside of her until there was nothing left for either of us to give, and it was only when I felt her starting to go limp that I finally lifted her off of my lap and set her gently on the bed next to me.
Her face was flushed and bright with happiness as she looked up at me with a grin spreading across her plush lips.
“I don’t really know if we tested the bed,” I joked as I tried to catch my breath. “More like the edge of the bed.”
“It was a very good edge of the bed,” she said with a little laugh.
I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and she eagerly leaned into the touch with a soft sigh.
“I mean, we’ve got plenty of time,” I said with a wiggle of my eyebrows. “And plenty of bed left to test.”
“You make a wonderful point,” Elaene said before crashing into my arms once again.
The rest of the night passed in a very, very pleasant blur of sex in just about every position conceivable until we had christened the entire master bedroom. By the time Yasha and Iris had slipped into the room for the night, I’d almost been too tired to give them attention, too.
Almost.
I passed out and slept harder than I had in a good long time after that, but even that wasn’t enough to deafen my ears to the unfortunately familiar sound of my cell phone ringing at what I assumed to be the butt crack of dawn.
I blinked blearily and took a few seconds to let my eyes adjust to the dim light of the bedroom. For a moment, I nearly forgot where I was, but then it all came back to me in a rush.
We’d just had our first official night in the new penthouse, and what a fucking night it had been.
The three women were all sprawled out across the oversized bed, but despite the fact we all actually had room for the first time, somehow, Yasha’s tail was still in Iris’ mouth.
I was sure the blonde woman would be thrilled to wake up to that.
I carefully inched my way to the edge of the bed while making sure I didn’t wake up any of the sleeping women and found my phone tucked into the pocket of the jeans I’d kicked off the night before.
Sure enough, I’d been right and it was only seven in the morning, which was firmly in the butt-crack o’clock portion of the clock.
“Hey, Monty,” I mumbled with a yawn trailing the words. “I hope you’re not about to die, because I don’t know where any clean pants are right now.”
“What?” Monty sounded taken aback for a moment before he spoke up again. “Oh, you moved yesterday. I’m touched that you’d put on clean pants to save me, but thankfully, neither of those things are necessary right now.”
“Sick.” I was sitting on the ground a few feet from the bed, buck-ass naked, with my phone pressed to my ear, and a charley horse working its way up my left foot and into my calf.
Which all that was to say, I was really, really glad I wasn’t about to have to jump into action to save Monty’s life for the second time.
“You’re so not awake,” he pointed out.
“No one should be awake right now,” I said and fought another yawn.
“Juliet likes to get up early,” Monty informed me, and he sounded more than a little pleased to mention his girlfriend.
“Have you considered there’s something wrong with your girlfriend?” I asked.
“Yes,” Monty said bluntly. “Because she’s dating me, but I think the only thing wrong with her is that she’s got bad taste, and I’m totally cool with that.”
“You’re calling me for a reason,” I said. “And that reason is…?”
“I found the guy,” Monty said.
And just like that, I was far more awake than I had been only seconds before.
I pushed myself up to my feet, charley horse be damned, and quickly made my way into the en suite bathroom and pulled the door closed so I could speak a little louder without worrying about waking my sleeping women up.
“Black’s guy?” I asked. “The one who ratted us out?”
“The very same.” Monty didn’t even hide the fact he sounded pleased with himself. “The few contacts I have left in Harper’s circle are handier than I thought. Who knew that these goons all seemed to float between bosses?”
“I mean, makes sense, I guess?” I said as I leaned up against the counter. “It’s a pretty specific resume, I’d imagine.”
“Yeah, like two years spent threatening dudes, one year being the manager of acting like a raging asshole,” Monty rambled.
“And extra experience being a fucking blabbermouth,” I added. “Who is he? Where is he?”
I was practically buzzing as I pressed the phone tighter against my ear. Sure, I definitely had it out for this guy after he, you know, literally ratted us out to Black after he said he wouldn’t, but it was more than that.
This guy was going to be our in into figuring out just how Black’s system worked. The man himself was dead, but that definitely didn’t mean his organization was, and I needed to get a handle on things before someone else tried to jump in and take that place.
“His name is Regis,” Monty said. “Which is a pretty lame name. I was expecting something cooler, like Blade or Alejandro?”
“Your cool names are Blade and Alejandro?” I asked dubiously. “Actually, I don’t want to know more, I think it would make me think less of you. So, Regis.”
“Fair,” Monty agreed. “Regis Jenkins, which really, he could totally change it to something more threatening, but I guess he isn’t into that sort of thing. Like, he’s a bad guy! Bad guys always get to have the cool names. You never meet a good guy who goes around introducing himself as Machine Gun or Viper.”
“I think Blade is a good guy, the vampire hunter in the comics?” I suggested, because if you can’t beat them, join them.
“I would say he’s an anti-hero, probably?” Monty mused. “Or at the very least, not a great dude. I mean, he wears a lot of leather. I don’t trust men who wear that much leather, but he’s not evil evil. So maybe sometimes good guys can have evil-sounding names and evil guys can have totally normal names. Like Stormfront from The Boys.”
I paused and cocked my head to the side.
“She’s literally named after a neo-Nazi website,” I said.
“What?!”
“Dude.” I shook my head, and even though there was no way Monty could see it, I hoped he picked up on the vibe I was sending through the phone.
“We got off topic again,” he said, which was probably just a way to cover his shame, but he did have a point. “Regis Jenkins. I got his last known address, and I can text it to you. Apparently he didn’t work exclusively for Black, but he wasn’t one of Harper’s main guys, either. He’s got a bit of a reputation where this stuff is concerned, like if you need a guy who isn’t afraid of doing some heinous shit, he’s the one you call.”
“Well, he just sounds delightful,” I said. “That address would be great. I think we might need to stop in to have a little talk about what ‘don’t fucking rat me out’ means.”
“Cool, cool,” Monty said. “How about you don’t tell me anything about that so I can’t be an accessory.”
“I feel like giving me his full name and home address is more likely to make you an accessory than me telling you I plan on killing him,” I pointed out.
There was a long pause, and if it weren’t for the sound of static crackling across the line, I would have thought Monty hung up. Finally though, my weird little business partner spoke.
“So am I like… a purse? Maybe a nice set of earrings? A pocket watch?” he asked.
“Goodbye, Monty,” I snorted. “Unless you have anything else for me?”
“Nope,” he said and popped the ‘p’ in the word for extra emphasis. “Just double-checked that the text with the address sent, which means I’m all out of things to say.”
“I doubt that,” I joked. “But I appreciate the confidence with which you said it. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up, and I’ve got a bunch of stuff from the last dungeon to bring your way soon.”
“Looking forward to it.” And with that, Monty hung up the phone.
I swiped out of the screen now reading CALL ENDED and over to my messages, where lo and behold, just as Monty had promised, one Regis Jenkins’ last known address was waiting for me.
My body already buzzed with anticipation at what was to come and the answers I was determined to get as I slipped back into the master bedroom as softly as I could manage.
Apparently, however, my attempts at keeping the noise down had been fruitless, because all three of the women who’d been asleep only minutes before were now absent from the bed.
The door to the bedroom was propped open, and I quickly pulled on the same clothes I’d worn the day before, as opposed to waltzing out into the living room naked.
I really needed to figure out where my clothes had ended up soon. I was sure Iris knew, considering she’d been the one doing most of the unpacking.
The nearer I moved to the door, the stronger the scent of… well, to be honest, I had no fucking idea what it was I smelled, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore as I shuffled out into the main living area to see where my women had gone.
My brow furrowed in concern as the smell of something definitely burning whacked me in the face once I was fully out of the bedroom.
Even the gorgeous view of all the early morning light streaming in through the open windows wasn’t enough to take away from my general concern.
I turned the corner toward the kitchen, and lo and behold, all four women in the penthouse were gathered there, with Iris attempting to pull something off one of the stove burners, Elaene standing aside looking generally concerned, Yasha turning her focus back toward the massive television in the living room, and Liva looking mildly disappointed that whatever it was she was doing on the stove was being stopped by Iris.
Whatever the fuck was in the pot was smoking, and the reek of burning food was impossible to ignore now as I pulled the collar of my shirt up over my nose.
“What the fuck?” I croaked as I fought back a cough.
It was a miracle the smoke alarms hadn’t started going off yet.
“Liva made… breakfast?” Elaene said, though even she seemed unsure about her use of the word ‘breakfast’ to describe the mess Liva had created.
Not only was there now a smoking pot in the sink, but the entire countertop was covered with what definitely looked like everything we’d had in the fridge and then some.
Despite all of that, I still wasn’t able to figure out what had actually been put in the pot in the first place.
“Cool,” I coughed out the word.
Iris doused the smoking pot in the water and shot me a sheepish grin over her shoulder. Her platinum hair was sticking up in a few places, but it was hard to distinguish those from its usual shaggy style.
“Heard you on the phone with Monty and figured we should get up and start the day,” she said. “Yasha didn’t even threaten to kill me. Your clothes are over there, by the way, haven’t gotten them sorted yet.”
The blonde nodded over toward a box that hadn’t quite made it all the way into the master bedroom, and I flashed her an appreciative smile.
“Thanks,” I said and headed over toward the box.
I grabbed the change of clothes I could find before ducking back into the room to quickly swap out my dirty clothes. I also made a quick trip into the closet to get my gun out of the safe, because I wasn’t about to show up empty-handed to interrogate some asshole.
I felt about a thousand times better when I stepped back out into the main living area and gave a sigh of relief.
My leather jacket was draped over the back of the couch, and I made a beeline for it as well, both because I wanted to wear it, and because it would cover my holster.
Our triple crystal was still inside one of the innermost pockets of the jacket, and I debated putting it back in the safe, but ultimately decided it would be smart to keep it on me.
I didn’t know what this encounter with Regis would entail, but hey, having access to insane weapons at a second’s notice wasn’t a bad incentive to keep it with me.
“Much better,” I said and gestured to my new outfit.
“I’m glad,” Iris said. “I’ll get the rest of the boxes unpacked tonight.”
Iris herself had put on a pair of high-rise jeans that flared out all the way down to her ankles, as well as a small suede top that tied around her neck and left her toned stomach on display.
