Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Twenty-Four. Listen to the audio version at Nobilis Erotica here!
Chapter 24
Tripping over each other in their hurry, Luke and Sally made their way to the couch, the first available horizontal surface that wasn’t made of wood. Sally’s excitement put off great waves of magical energy that ran through Luke like shockwaves, little jolts of electrocution that left his brain happily disjointed in the rush. She lifted his shirt off of him in one smooth motion and pushed him backward onto the threadbare couch. It squeaked as he landed on it; neither of them took much notice.
Luke grinned at her as she straddled him. “You got no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this with you.”
“Hush, satyr-boy.” She silenced him with her mouth, her kisses long and deep. “I’ve wanted you since I knew what wanting was.”
Luke ran his hands up her thighs to her shirt, lifting the cloth to feel the soft skin along her sides, up her spine, pulling the shirt higher–
Luke’s cell phone began to buzz, clattering like a scolding squirrel against the table. He’d left it there when he’d gone walking earlier that morning. Luke scrunched up his nose and reached over to silence the phone. The screen read “Missed Call from August Waterford.”
“Sorry, buddy,” Luke said. “Not today.” He reached up, twisted his fingers into the hair at the nape of Sally’s neck, and pulled back to expose her throat. As he kissed his way from her chin to the hollow between her collarbones, he added, “I’m occupied.” Sally gasped and slid her hips back and forth, rubbing against him so hard it almost hurt, moaning her pleasure in having him between her legs. Luke’s mind reeled. She was so like she had been in his fantasies, unrestrained, fiercely demonstrative in her desire for him.
She pulled down her spaghetti-strap shirt to expose her breasts, and Luke had to hold back from hurting her, so eagerly did he suck and kiss her. He had long admired Sally’s rack, and now, with her so enthusiastic for him to see and touch, he could barely hold back. He unbuttoned his jeans, and she helped him push them down. He was glad to be rid of them–denim was so restrictive. His cock throbbed beneath his boxer shorts, straining against the thin material, and Sally unbuttoned her own jean shorts. He helped her out of those, and then it was just two soft layers of cotton between them. Luke rubbed the length of his cock against her clit, and he could feel through the fabric how wet she was, how much she longed to have his cock in her pussy. She wanted him. Her wanting was charging through him like an electrical storm, almost painful in its intensity. Once wasn’t going to be enough, not to satisfy her. He’d have to–
Now it was Sally’s phone going off, playing the “Macarena.” With a great moan of frustration, she grabbed her shorts off the floor and dug the phone out. She stopped and looked at the screen, her brow furrowing.
“It’s August.”
“Well don’t answer it!”
“It might be important, if he’s trying both of us.”
“Fucking you right now is important!”
“Word,” Sally said, and tossed the phone aside. Luke grabbed her around the middle and lay forward, pressing her against the other half of the couch. She hooked one leg over the back of the couch and spread wide so he could rub against her harder, moaning and bucking against him. Each thrust was a preview of what it would be like inside her. Her breasts quivered with every movement, and Luke fondled them roughly. She gasped at this, in a good way, and he bit and sucked her brown nipples. She reached her hand down his boxers and grasped his cock, chuckling darkly to herself.
“Woman, I know you’re not laughing at my cock,” he said. “‘Cause I take that bit very seriously.”
“Not out of humor, love. Out of sheer joy. Because you have one hell of a piece of equipment here.” She began to stroke him up and down. “And I can’t wait to feel it in me.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
Both phones rang, “Macarena” clashing horribly with the chattering vibration of Luke’s phone on the table. Sally and Luke exchanged a dark look and grabbed their phones. They had twin text messages from August: “GET OUT NOW.”
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About the author: Julie Cox is the author of Chasing Tail and numerous short stories in Circlet Press erotica anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, children, and ever-expanding menagerie of animals on their farm. She runs a small online yarn business and teaches yarn spinning. She has numerous stories published with Circlet Press and elsewhere.
Welcome to Fox Pass, Texas, a small community where the mythical creatures aren’t so mythical after all. Satyr Luke’s comfortable routine is thrown into disarray when he becomes the target of enemies who won’t hesitate to hurt his friends to get to him. Struggling to save his town—and to sort out his feelings for his friend Sally—Luke faces the adventure of a lifetime in Julie Cox’s Capricious.
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