38 teasing
General Erox from the past:
"Good morning, my lady," I said, my voice soft as Margaret's eyes fluttered open. I'd already prepared breakfast, just waiting for her to wake up.
She gave me a smile, and I thought my day was complete. "How's sleep, love?" I asked, my voice a little rough with sleep.
"Great. I see that all of this wasn't a dream," she said. "We're still in this tiny house, but the good part is that it's pollution-free, no toxic people, and no one tells me what to do. Just a bit sore down there, but overall, I'm fine. Now that I see you, I have the strength to face this world."
I smiled, then leaned closer. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair, it all pulled me in. Our lips met, and the kiss deepened naturally. Her lips were so soft, so inviting, it was impossible to resist.
I started to caress her soft thigh, my hand lingering just above the edge of her bedsheets. "You want me to ease the sore, my love?" I asked, a playful smile on my face. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Is it possible to bring back my v-card that you got last night?" she asked, her voice laced with humor.
I chuckled. "Of course not, my love. I already claimed it, no one could get it back. But as I said, I have a way to lessen the sore you feel," I said, my gaze meeting hers.
"You sure? How?" she asked, a hint of curiosity mixing with apprehension.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Using this," I murmured, my voice husky with intent. I flicked out my tongue, and she narrowed her eyes, her gaze intent on mine. She had no idea what I wanted to do, and I loved the anticipation on her face.
"What could that tongue of yours do to ease the pain, huh?" she challenged, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
I grinned, leaning in closer, my eyes locked on hers. "Well, what do you think my tongue could do to you?" I murmured, the question a playful invitation.
A blush crept up Margaret's cheeks, a delicate pink that made her even more beautiful. She seemed to understand, and that knowledge sparked a thrill in me.
"So what do you think?" I continued, teasingly. "I'm hungry, you know. I want to eat something that you can offer, since I already cooked you something. I guess you have to return the favor?”
My sweet girl playfully swatted my chest. "You're such a tease," she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "How could you even think of that while I'm barely able to stand?"
I chuckled, my grin widening. "Well, you don't have to stand at all," I said, my voice husky with desire. "All you have to do is spread those soft legs of yours and let me see what my tongue can do to your swollen cherry."
"Shut up, Mr. Erox," she said, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. "It's not funny. I'm hungry, too, so let's eat."
I leaned closer, my hand finding hers and gently pulling it towards my hardening form. "Maybe you wanna eat a hotdog? In your world, that's one of the people's favorites. I hope you like it too?" I murmured against her ear, my breath warm against her skin.
I wasn't sure I was ready to surrender to the plan I'd made for this morning. After kissing her, I couldn't seem to get enough. I wanted more.
I pulled the bed sheet to cover her body, then easily reached her standing, pink-tinged peak. My hand cupped her, and I…
"I really admire this highest peek of yours, my love," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "They look so lovely, calling for attention." I gently pinched her nipple, then pulled it a bit, watching as she gasped and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Ahhh, what are you doing, Erox?" she breathed, her voice a mix of protest and excitement. Or maybe she wasn't protesting at all, maybe she was just as eager as I was.
"Okay, fine, you win," I said, grinning, but my eyes never left hers. "But can we at least eat first, before you know..."
She didn't mean every word she said. I could tell by the way her body was trembling, by the way her nipple tightened under my touch. She wanted this, wanted me. She was just too shy to admit it.
"Are you sure, my love?" I asked, my hand reaching for her swollen cherry, slowly caressing it. There was no way I would lose this battle. She would surrender, whether she liked it or not.
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Beta Erox from future:
"Damn it! What the hell is that?" I slammed my fist on the table, my frustration bubbling over. "When did I flirt with another woman? Damn it!"
"Have you seen me flirting with another woman like she said?" I demanded, my voice tight with anger.
Ismael shook his head, his expression sympathetic.
"Relax, sir," he said, his voice a soothing balm. "We still need to follow them. If you don't want to be outrun by some random boy, you can't just give her up. Remember that you've been loving her for almost forever. Are you giving her up now?”
I bit back a curse, realizing Ismael wouldn't understand why I was acting so strangely around Margaret. He was right, of course. I shouldn't give up on her. What if she came back, and Ezekiel had already stolen her heart? It would be a nightmare to see my M trapped in a relationship she didn't want. Damn, why did my life have to be so complicated?
We followed Ezekiel's car as it pulled into a restaurant parking lot. As they emerged, I trailed them like a shadow, my frustration simmering beneath the surface.
Damn it, why am I doing this again?
I caught them chatting while waiting for their table. Ismael and I walked past, making sure they noticed me, and I even snagged a seat near theirs.
Margaret raised an eyebrow at me, a silent challenge in her gaze. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a slap in the face. Then, she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the meal, ignoring me completely.
She seemed genuinely captivated by each new flavor, her smile widening with every bite. But the more she beamed at Ezekiel, the more my frustration burned.
Why did she have to give that man a smile like that, a smile that lit up her entire face, while all I got from her were icy glares and dismissive rolls of her eyes? It was like I was the biggest enemy on the planet. Damn it to hell and back!