My hand found Bob and I slid him between my breasts which I pushed together. I licked the tip imagining it was a real pulsing rod, Drake’s rod.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a gravelly voice.
“I’ve got my dildo between my tits and I’m sucking it,” I answered honestly.
“Fuck.” The expletive was followed by some heavy breathing. “You’re going to make me lose control, babe. Put your dildo between your legs. I want you to rub it against your clit. It’s what I intended to do to you tonight. I was going to rub your little nubbin with my cock ‘til you squirmed and juiced yourself.”
His words painted a vivid picture and I almost came, especially when I rubbed my rubber toy against my clit. I closed my eyes and pictured Drake above me, his thick prick poking at me as I arched my hips, begging for him to fuck me. Faster, I frictioned my swollen nub, my breathe coming fast.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. “Slide your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m inside your sweet pussy now. Can you feel me, pounding you?”
I slammed my dildo in and pumped myself hard. “Yes,” I cried. “Harder.” He didn’t speak, just grunted and I mewled, as I slammed my phallus in and out.
“Come for me,” he said in a strained voice.
And I did, keening as my channel, with a mighty quiver, finally crossed the edge into pleasure. Blissful waves made my sex contract hard and I cried out with each pulse. I heard Drake shout, as he found his own release.
Finally sated, I slid my dildo out of my happily throbbing pussy and grabbed the phone. “Thank you for calling Sally’s phone sex service,” I said in a sultry tone. “Expect a bill for thirty nine ninety five. Bye.”
Then I hung up. Great phone sex didn’t mean I forgave him his laughter. He’d have to work harder to gain my forgiveness. On his knees, sucking my pussy for starters.
With a smile, I went to sleep.
Drake grinned as he hung up the phone. Talking to Sally—and masturbating together—was well worth the favor he’d cashed in with his buddy over at HOE. He’d also used another IOU to dig up all the information available about the woman he’d soon take as mate.
Their eventual joining was just a matter of time. Fighting it would just delay the inevitable, and besides, it looked like his beast had chosen well. She embodied everything he loved in a woman from her long dark hair, perfect for pulling on, to her luscious, curvy frame made to cushion a man’s body. Correction, his body. He got the impression life would never be boring with Sally around—and the sex? Cataclysmic. Drake’s cock stirred.
As a shifter, part of his heritage included the fact that when he least expected, he’d encounter his mate, the one who would complement him and his beast. Drake never imagined he’d find his so soon, but having met the sexy Sally, he couldn’t wait to make her his, a sentiment his beast growlingly echoed.
He’d found the background info on her very interesting, especially the parts blacked out with ”Classified” stamped over them. From the sounds of the sections he could read, she was one tough bitch capable of dishing it out. She also harbored a naughty streak judging by some of her escapades which hadn’t been censored. He—and his beast—
really liked her naughty side and he looked forward to tasting it firsthand.
Flipping on the television to distract him before he called her again for another round of phone sex, he first checked out the human channels, but other than infomercials and the weather network, there wasn’t much to watch. He hit the special button on his remote and tuned to HBC. To his disbelieving eyes, the object of his lust appeared. Muttering to his beast to shut up, he turned up the volume.
“…Do you have what it takes to become this stunning lady’s sidekick? Imagine working daily in close proximity to this goddess of latex, her every wish your desire.
Only the strongest, brightest and slyest need apply. First round in the elimination is…” Drake listened to the rest of the broadcast before he turned off the television. He got up and paced. When he’d heard about the Hellbook posting of Sally looking for a superhero name and sidekick, he’d easily laughed it off; after all, new groups popped up daily on HB and never went anywhere. But someone had latched onto Sally and her quest, pushing her into the spotlight where males of all kinds could drool and compete to work closely with her. Not to mention, whoever wanted her hurt or out of the soul retrieval game would not be happy at her newfound fame, probably painfully so. Drake growled even before his beast had a chance too.
She’s mine. I must protect her, even from herself. What to do though? She’d probably signed contracts to abide by the terms of the contest, and knowing Hell’s lawyers, the consequences of breaking them would be severe. Which left only one alternative.
He’d have to compete. And win.
Chapter Three
When I finally dragged my ass out of bed at the indecent hour of two pm, it was to discover Jezzie had turned our living room into a war zone. I rubbed bleary eyes and looked again. Nope still a fucking war zone.
“What’s with all this?” I asked Jezzie as she bustled from the laptop to the large whiteboards all over the place covered in scrawls.
“This board,” she said pointing,” is name suggestions. And this one sidekick applications.”
The scrolling amount of names applying for the job of my minion was staggering. “I can’t screen all those guys. They are guys right? I don’t want any girls trying to steal my limelight.”
Jezzie snapped her fingers and a quarter of the names on the board disappeared.
“Done. I’ll adjust the online application. As for the rest, I’ve got the first round of eliminations scheduled for this afternoon.”
“So soon?” I squeaked. My innocent statement of needing a minion had taken a life of its own and was now barreling like a giant snowball down a steep hill. I felt like holding up a Wile E. Coyote sign which read “Help!”
“Don’t worry all you need to do is show up. I’ve got everything else under control.”
“Exactly what I’m afraid of,” I muttered as I went in search of caffeine. After having slept on it, I wasn’t so sure I wanted a minion anymore. Actually, I found myself in the mood for one shirtless and shoeless man instead. He had a pair of low hipped pants just begging for a pair scissors so I could see if he wore boxers, briefs, or even better, nothing at all.
While a happy Jezzie went completely overboard in her quest to help me, I showered and dressed for a visit to Hell. First stop, the HOE’s offices and Medusa—my fist really wanted to chat with her mouth.
I strutted into the HOE office building like I owned it, my indecently high heels clacking loudly on the polished floor. I knew I looked hot, having dressed in a red leather mini with a jet colored blouse tied off just underneath my boobs while an elastic held my hair up in a high ponytail which tickled my waist. I called that hairstyle the Tomb Raider for it was just like the one Angelina Jolie wore in the movie. I just wished I had her cock sucking lips—and Brad Pitt.
Sigh
.
Back to business. I made my way up to the dispatch office to have a few friendly words with my nemesis, Medusa. I wouldn’t tolerate the crap she’d pulled on me the day before. I intended to make very clear the future consequences should she decide to repeat her unprofessional behavior.
What I hadn’t expected to find was Drake already perched on Medusa’s desk, his head bent low as he whispered something to her which made her blush and laugh. I scowled, not because I was jealous, or because he wore a shirt over his magnificent bod, but because I could see my threats about to fall on deaf ears. I’d take bodily harm over pleasing the hot guy any day and I figured Muddie, who didn’t get many chances at a hottie of his caliber, wouldn’t even bat an eye. I restrained myself from kicking things in frustration.