"Where did you get this?" I asked. "Did you steal it?"
He scoffed. "Figures. I do something nice, and you have to question it."
"Sorry," I said, feeling a tiny bit bad. That had been pretty ungrateful of me. "But you can't tell me this is part of your normal budget, not with the business you get."
"I told you, I had a good streak last night. And since you weren't around for a night on the town, I figured I'd show you my undying affection some other way. Now, are you going to say thank you, or are you going to keep bitching me out?"
"Thank you," I said. I fastened the watch onto my wrist and admired the way it looked against my tanned skin.
"Maybe you'll be easier to find now-or at least be on time."
I grinned. "Oh, this wasn't affection. This was pragmatism."
"Nah. A little of both. I wanted to get you jewelry, but necklaces and rings are too sappy." He held up his own wrist. "Only thing that didn't make me want to throw up."
"And they say there's no romance left in this world," I laughed.
He gently reached out and touched the watch, tracing a circle around my wrist. Then, his hand trailed up my arm and along the edge of my blouse's V-neck, letting him slip his fingers underneath it. Slowly, carefully, he moved over to one of my br**sts, his fingertips dancing around the edges of my nipple, which already stood up hard under the thin fabric. He circled the nipple, pressure increasing, until he finally pinched it between his fingers, squeezing it so unexpectedly hard that I gave a small gasp of surprise.
"Whoa, you don't waste any time," I said. "You give a gift, and thirty seconds later, it's a free-for-all?"
His eyes were hungry and intense now, reminding me of storm clouds. "I've missed you," he said. "I keep thinking I'll get used to you...that you'll stop being so sexy. But it never happens."
Impromptu or not, I felt my own lust stirring. We hadn't been together in a while, and there was a big difference between sleeping with strangers and with those you were close to. He wrapped one hand in my hair, holding it tight, not caring if it hurt me or not. Domination and power, the ability to inflict pain if he wanted, always turned him on, and I had gotten used to this game. He jerked me to him and pressed his lips against my neck as I tilted my head back. His breath was hot against my skin as his teeth grazed me. Meanwhile his hands reached out and grasped the sides of my blouse, ripping it open. A couple of buttons scattered across the floor.
Heat was building between my legs, and I moved closer as his hands closed around the cups of my black satin bra. He pushed the edges of it down so that my br**sts spilled over the tip, then pinched both ni**les down, nails digging in. I moaned again, and while I really wasn't into pain, I always liked the way he mingled it with pleasure. Satisfied at my reaction, he moved his hands down to his jeans and unfastened them, pulling them and his boxers down partway, revealing the erection that had been straining against the fabric.
He gripped my shoulders and shoved me down to the floor, needing no words to make his wishes apparent.
I didn't hesitate. He leaned back against the couch, and I took him into my mouth, letting him fill it up and nearly touch the back of my throat. My lips slid back and forth on him as his hands tangled in my hair, pulling hard. I sucked more urgently, letting my tongue dance and tease as I moved. He'd been hard when I started, but he swelled even more as I brought him in and out of me.
"Harder," he grunted.
I met his eyes, which were filled with a primal desire that exalted in putting me in such a submissive role. I sucked him harder and faster, my lips hitting his body over and over as they glided along that hard length. His breathing became heavier, his moans louder. I felt him grow in my mouth until it seemed like I couldn't take anymore. He suddenly shifted forward to the edge of the couch, letting him thrust his hips forward and take control. Still holding my shoulders, he shoved himself into me, f**king my mouth as hard as he could. I gave a surprised muffled grunt that seemed to turn him on further.
Then, with a great groan, he gave one last hard thrust and abruptly pulled out so that he came half in me and half on me. It left my skin and br**sts warm and sticky. Still gasping, he pulled me up and ran his hands all over my body, uncaring of the increasing mess. His fingertip traced the edges of my lips, and I kissed it.
A look of supreme satisfaction crossed his features. Still keeping me standing, he slid a hand between my thighs and up my skirt. His fingers slipped under my panties, thrusting deep within me. He exhaled with pleasure.
"God, you're wet. Kind of wish I'd f**ked you now."
I kind of wished that too, but his fingers were going a long way to make up for that. I burned and ached for his touch, having grown more aroused than I'd expected to. He slid his fingers out of me, then moved them up to my clit and the center of my desire. He stroked and encircled, and I felt heat build up, ready to explode. I leaned forward, resting my hands on his shoulders where he sat. This put my br**sts right in his face, and he leaned forward, sucking hard on one of them, teeth nipping at that sensitive skin. It wasn't going to take much to make me come.
He pulled his mouth and fingers back at the same time. I whimpered, wanting-needing-him to touch me again.
"You want that? You want me to get you off?" His voice was soft and menacing.
"Beg me," he said menacingly. "Beg me to."
"Please," I begged, my body arching back, straining to get closer to him. "Please..."
His fingers and mouth returned, and like that, I exploded. The orgasm made my body spasm as I struggled to stay upright. My knees and legs were weak, but I knew if I collapsed, he wouldn't be able to touch me anymore, and I wanted his fingers to keep stroking me as I came, bringing me to further and further heights of ecstasy.
Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I gave in to my trembling muscles. I sank to the ground and rested my head against his knee. His hand found my hair, stroking it gently this time. The couch made for an uncomfortable respite, so we retired to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.
Sighing, Dante lay back against the covers and half-pulled the sheet over him. I hadn't taken up much energy from him, but he still wore the exhausted, blissfully lethargic look of so many men after sex. I didn't feel particularly wiped out, and upon realizing I'd left my cigarettes in the other room, I promptly climbed out of bed to retrieve them.
"I almost believed it this time," he said when I reached the doorway.
"Hmm?" I asked, pausing and glancing back.
"That you were into it," he explained. "I almost believed you were."
I narrowed my eyes. "Are you accusing me of faking?"
"No, you never fake. But that doesn't mean you're always into it either. Sometimes I get the feeling you sleep with me simply because you've got nothing else better to do."
"That's not true," I said. "There are plenty of guys better than you."
He crooked me a smile. "But none who are as convenient or who can provide the illusion of a regular partner and bed warmer."
"Man, you sure do know how to ruin the afterglow."
"Nah, I'm just being realistic, that's all. I don't mind you using me." His joking aside, I could see the underlying affection. Bitter and cynical he might be, but the look he gave me was filled with sincere caring.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not using you." But as I walked off to the living room, I wasn't sure if I believed that myself.
I shook my head for the third time. If I'd learned anything about the Satanists-excuse me, the Army of Darkness-in my breakfast meeting with them two days later, it was that they really liked donuts. A lot. They kept trying to force food on me and seemed particularly fond of the aforementioned Timbits, which were like donut holes except with a cuter name.
After the donuts, a large part of the meeting focused on me. They all wanted to know who I was, where I'd come from, how my own group operated, etc. I spun lies out as fast as I could, rapidly building up a backstory for my Seattle Satanist group. The Army listened eagerly, and I hoped I'd be able to remember everything I was saying if quizzed afterward.
"You'll just have to come visit us sometime," I said, hoping to allay the questions. "That's the only way you'll really understand. For now, I mean, Kristin wanted me to come here to talk about you guys."