Page 139 of The Bonds of Indigo

“I’m fine, really… May I?”

My grip on the steering wheel tightens, and as the enclosed street lined with decaying buildings opens into a highway littered with abandoned cars, I shift.

“May you what?”

She slowly unzips my pants, and I tut. “What would you like?”

The moment her hand slips into my open fly, I grab her wrist and pull her back. I release her only long enough to retake the wheel. With how uneven the road is, I can’t afford to hit a massive pothole and send us careening into a stalled vehicle.

“Let me hear you tell me what you want. May you… what?”

She grumbles, leans down against my chest, and then quite literally bites my nipple through my shirt. My cock jumps in anticipation. When will she learn mine are just as sensitive as hers?

“Don’t make me⁠—”

“Beg? No, little slayer. I just want to know what you want. With that voice that can say the smartest things… and make the most delectable noises I’ve ever heard.”

A soft whimper trembles out of her as she rubs her forehead against my shoulder.

“Kayn.”

Fuck, the way she whines my name sometimes… I want to talk about her past more than anything, but the moment she sounds like this, she’s got me wrapped around her damn finger. And the thought of her mouth on me? I can’t think of anything else.

“Let me suck your cock… please.”

I move my hand from around her shoulder and slide it into her hair. “You ask so nicely, my little slayer. How could I deny you anything? Especially when it comes to what’s yours.”

The way her heart skips does something to mine.

It feels good to make her flustered, happy, frustrated—Gods, just making her feel anything is a hit of pure serotonin. I love it.

“Thank you,” she coos, sliding her hand back to my lap.

The button on my pants pops, and when she tugs them down, I lift my hips for her.

The moment I’m free, she sucks in a sharp breath. She doesn’t speak, but the sound is enough. As her warm fingers wrap around my girth, I lean my head back against the rear window.

I keep my eyes forward. Barely.

The world narrows into a single tunnel, just focused enough that I won’t hit anything… but all I can think about, all I can feel, is her hand beginning to stroke me slowly.

“Gods, you’re so…” She scoots her hips away from mine and leans over me. “Hard, already.”

“I wonder why,” I say through a groan. “Spit on it, little slayer. Make a fucking mess while you stroke my cock.”

She does exactly as I command, and as warm liquid gathers around the head, her hand twists and spreads it down my shaft. A groan rumbles in my chest as she strokes all the way to the hilt before dragging back up for another slow pass.

“That’s it.”

I thread my fingers through her hair, not pushing, just anchoring her. She’s exploring—looking, learning—taking in my cock like I plan to do to every inch of her perfect body.

Her heartbeat kicks into a rapid rhythm, and when she leans forward to drag her tongue across the piercings, I hum my approval. She’s keeping most of her thoughts to herself, but a few threads slip through the bond, mostly her worrying about how she’ll fit me from this angle. Which she won’t. And I don’t expect her to.

Without a word, she wraps her lips around the head of my cock, and sucks.

I have to blink hard to keep my eyes open because godsdamn, her mouth feels incredible. Her tongue and hand working together sends an immediate, electric pleasure straight up my spine.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, and the sound makes her whimper around me.