CHAPTER 158
Ixion teleported us to a small garden before the parking lot, and I stepped out first, not wanting anyone to have any further strange ideas.
I've given them enough of those for tonight so I turned the other way, holding the book tightly until I got to the car where Ayo was nodding his head to music blasting so loud o could hear it with the windows shut.
Or maybe my ears were becoming more sensitive.
And with the way I was feeling, if I spent one more minute out here, they would be getting more than a show.
I knocked on the windows and he eagerly climbed out, with a smile for me.
“Done with everything you needed to do?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, getting into the back seat, “sorry for the delay.”
“It's fine, where's Ixion?”
“Oh there he is,” I pointed to the god who I still don't know why he stuck around me as he walked towards us, winking at some ladies who were giggling about him.
If only he played for this team, I wouldn't have this problem. It would be comical though, considering how much they hate each other.
Ixion got to us and took the keys while Ayo joined me at the back.
Ixion, probably seeing the fire blazing in my eyes, raised a division between us.
“Oh wow,” Ayo chuckled, “I didn't know it did that. And here I thought I knew a lot about cars.”
I didn't reply, I pulled his lips to mine instead, kissing and pouring lust into his mouth.
“Damn,” he mumbled, “I thought you wanted to wait till–”
“Shut up and kiss me Ayo,” I demanded, arousal stealing oxygen from my lungs.
“At your service Ma'am,” he grinned, and went back to it, savouring, worshiping, and sucking my mouth.
Our hands wandered, mine deep into his chest and his, thankfully down into the slit by the side of my dress.
He parted my legs, and even though the space was small, he made it work and quickly found the hem of my panties.
“Uhh –
“Fuck, you're drenched,” he smouldered against my lips as his fingers dipped into my cunt, and flicked over my swollen clit.
My reactions were hysterical, but I forced myself to contain them by kissing him harder and faster.
Just as his fingers found my pussy opening and he drowned them in my wetness, stroking my walls furiously.
I was at the edge quickly but it just wasn't coming through, and I was close to tears from need and frustration.
What the hell have I done?
He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean, and moved back a bit, and I held myself in place, even though I was close to bursting, into madness or tears, I couldn't tell.
He unzipped his cock quickly and lifted me up and in one go, impaled me with it, our groans echoing in the car.
I absent mindedly noted we weren't moving anymore but his cock had finally started scratching that itch and everything else faded away, only the feeling of his cock rampaging my pussy remaining.
“You're gonna make me addicted to your pussy baby, you're gonna fucking make me your slave, uh fuck uhhh!!” his words lost meaning, and I understood exactly what was happening because I was right there with him, collapsing on his cock over and over again, cumming but still on the edge.
It was pure madness, the urge to drown in him overwhelming.
Every time I came, he would slow down a bit and then begin again, going from fucking me from down to slamming my body on his dick repeatedly.
“Let me ride you Ayo,” I begged, “please let me ride your dick.”
“Whatever you need Love,” he whispered in my ear, nipping at it.
I sighed, ready to let that knot in my stomach explode.
I adjusted my body, and I began to bounce on his tall length, and his groans went an octave higher.
He grabbed my boobs and moaned into them, I couldn't tell if he was crying or slobbering on me.
But soon, we were both falling over that cliff and the tightness in my stomach went wild, sparks racing across our skin as he poured several loops of cum inside me.
I collapsed on him for a bit, taking deep breaths.
“What the fuck was that?” He breathed, "You're something else Miss Celeste.”
I giggled as I got myself in reasonable shape and then stepped out of the car, waving my fingers discreetly to put a glamour in place.
My hair was definitely a mess and there's no way to get these hickeys away from my throat so the best way to avoid the hotel staff from having a quick laugh was to cover up.
I reduced the perfection though when he got out of the car and looked at me in confusion.
“I thought…” he trailed off, changing his mind and grabbing my arm gently.
You'd never guess he'd just rearranged my guts back in the car two minutes ago.
I took the rest of my things and went in with him, seeing Ixion's text about our sleeping arrangements for the night.
It was a large, five-star hotel, one that was quite nice but if I had anticipated my spell not working back in that room and in the car instead, we wouldn't have opted to stay here.
But the room was already paid for, so we might as well just spend the night finishing off what we'd started.
I just needed Reya to come get this book from me, I don't think Tyrone will give up so easily.
He's weaker than me but his cunning ways always find a way to shock me.
We checked into the room we'd been given and I headed to the bathroom instantly.
Not just for the book, but to have a long shower, I looked like a cat rescued from pouring rain.
The moment I closed the bathroom door, she teleported in.
Instantly, I got a déjà vu memory.
No, not the first time we met that I ensured stayed buried at the back of my memories but when Rowan and I hid in the bathroom, while Claire was out in my room.
So far away in time yet I could still taste the intensity of our connection even though he was still invisible.
Simpler times.
I gave her the book wordlessly, she already had her instructions.
But the second she left, so did the lust it had heightened in me, and in its absence, guilt and sadness replaced it all.