He hissed and closed his eyes. “You play too much, Nerd. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this.”
“Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been gallivanting all over, having a good old time, while I was sitting here, all alone, waiting.” I rose until only the tip of his head was still inside me, and then I sank down. He sunk his hands deep into my thighs to still me, and I cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“I’m sure you found ways to keep me fresh in your mind. That picture, I’m sure, had you wet every night,” he growled. He urged me back and took my nipple into his mouth. He bit down, and I yelped. He bucked me, and we found a rhythm again. I shut my brain off and let the hard waves of pleasure crash into me.
Desi worked his hands, hips, and cock as if this was his calling. As if he had been designed to bring me and only me total ecstasy. My breathing began to grow labored as I tried to hold in my orgasm. It felt so good I didn’t want it to stop. I threw my head into his shoulder, and then he crooned into my ear, causing me to slide over the edge, exploding into bits.
“You’re cruel. Not letting me see you come.” He growled.
My back arched, and I cried out as I ground every ounce of my orgasm out of the friction of our hips. His name escaped my lips. I watched his eyes light up, and his entire body stiffened underneath mine. He pumped into me as his own pleasure overwhelmed him over and over.
Finally, we pulled apart. I slid off his lap and onto the couch, clutching onto him as if he’d disappear if I stopped touching him for even a second. We didn’t say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to bask in the afterglow.
I started to close my eyes, and he shifted. I blinked, yawned, and let out a slight moan of complaint when he stood up. Without hesitation, he scooped me up, leaving the towel and my robe behind, and took me to bed.
24
I woke up before Desi did. I remained in bed and watched him sleep for a moment. He rolled over to face me, and I grinned. Even in sleep, he looked grumpy. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his lips were twitching.
I brushed my fingers over his jaw. The slight stubble scratched my skin ever so lightly. His last few days must have been rough. I’d never seen him this rough. It was kind of nice seeing him without the wall he always had up. He started to stir, and his face hardened even more. I could almost hear the silent insult he whispered to whoever was in his dreams. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his jaw, which caused him to relax back into semi-peaceful slumber.
By the time he got up, I was showered, my thirst quenched, and I was working on coloring the first page of my Tarot sketches, The Empress.
“Hey, I missed you in there,” he said as he came into the living room. He had put his dirty clothes back on. I scrunched up my nose at the smell of them. Body odor, dirt, and blood were strong on them.
“I felt inspired. I wanted to work on this.” I waved to the picture. I was lying on the floor, with my legs dangling up in the air like a toddler coloring princess’ in her coloring book.
“Inspired? I can inspire you again if you want. Like, anytime. You just whistle or something, and I’m there. That was—” He licked his lips. “Interesting.”
“Interesting?” I raised my eyebrows and set my red pencil down. “A documentary on sharks isinteresting.” I rolled over and sprung up onto my feet. I brushed my skirt down and padded my way over to him barefoot. “A history museum isinteresting. This—” I used both of my hands to point between my thighs. “Isinteresting? Oh, dear Desi, I think you can find a better word thanthat.”
I raised my arms to wrap around his neck. He leaned in to embrace me, and when our faces grew close, our lips connected. I could feel his lips curving up into a smile, which in turn made my own do the same. He laughed.
“I didn’t think telling you that you have a magic pussy was appropriate.”
“If the shoe fits,” I said, letting him go. He laughed hard and nodded.
“That it does.”
“So what now?” I asked after we stopped laughing.
“What? I need different clothes. I’m covered in—” he grimaced. “I’d rather not say. I should just burn these. Want to come with me to my place?”
“I would, but I’ve got to head to work soon. Are you coming in?”
Desi’s face went blank. It threw me off a little.
“Are you not coming back?” I asked, my voice a little smaller. I couldn’t help the dread from filling it. I’d quit if he wasn’t there anymore. There’s no way I could stay with Aleida and Una driving me nuts every night. I need a buffer.I needed Desi.
He shook his head as if returning from deep thought. “Yeah, of course. I’ll be in a little later, but I’ll be there.” He bent down and gave me a quick peck. “I’ll actually head out now so I can get to the theater quicker. I’ll see you in a bit.” He left before I could argue.
I went to work like usual. Aleida pretended I didn’t exist, and Una stared at me as if I had toilet paper coming from under my skirt. Most days, I didn’t speak to them outside of direct orders. Which was fine to me.
After I realized that Aleida had lied about her and Desi, I knew she couldn’t be trusted. She wanted what I had, and something about her told me that she’d hurt anyone in her path to getting it.
I was in my office, looking at art schools again, when Desi got to work. I’d been doing it more and more now that my curse was close to being broken. Happiness was near, and I needed to prepare for it.
I heard a scream, and I bolted from my chair. I rushed out to the lobby to find Desi staggering backward with Aleida trying to attach herself to him. I watched as he tried to catch himself, only to wrap his arms around her and take them both down.
