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Jinx knew about sex. Of course she did. Who in the Undercity didn’t? Okay, maybe most three year olds, but yeah.
What she didn’t know was why being around Silco now made her burn in between her legs, made her breaths heavy, made her mouth dry, made her gut seem to ache with want.
She tried to relieve the feelings at night, but some nights were almost entirely sleepless, and she’d lie there, sweaty, wet, and somehow wanting more and more. She wanted to feel his lips against hers, feel him touching her, filling her, to know his weight on top of hers. She wanted to know what this all felt like. Lately she seemed to need it like she needed air.
Some nights she just lay there, not doing a thing because she wanted Claggor and Mylo to stop fucking spying on her!
“They’re not there, they’re not there,” she would tell herself, holding the sides of her face as if that would make their dead bodies stop looking at her.
She’d gotten used to them, to the angry, sharp faces, could take her clothes off in front of them, bathe, but this felt different, and deeply personal.
Sometimes this all made Jinx more violent. She wished she could shoot them to make them leave, she wished that somebody (no, not someone—Silco ) could just touch her already! Agh!
Maybe she could shoot him.
No, no, no, no no.
The odd, traitorous thought left her in tears, and pulling at her braids.
It never came back, but… she thought maybe she still felt it there, like this whisper in her ear along with the sharp faces.
Now Silco was at some meeting or other, and Jinx was painting his desk. Mostly as an outlet, maybe as a kindness, maybe as a way to get his attention. Sure, he gave her plenty of attention, and sometimes she found she didn’t have enough alone time thanks to him. But she wanted—needed—a different kind of attention.
Jinx worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she painted and thought of looks from him she had probably imagined. Lingering gazes and touches, the way she was still allowed in his lap despite now being in her teen years, the way he hadn’t seemed fazed from where she had wanted her tattoo, and when she had decided she liked showing most of the skin on her torso. (No, he wasn’t fazed. He looked. He stared.)
Jinx had made sure to take the boring, important stuff off Silco’s desk before she started her current art project. She was mostly just painting whatever struck her in the moment: lines, hearts, clouds, a glowing eye. The lines were mostly smooth, though her want translated into jagged teeth at the corners of the desk.
Floorboards creaked, a doorknob rattled as a key was turned.
The door opened.
Jinx puffed out a breath, trying to get her bangs out of her face so she could see Silco.
His hand tightened on the doorknob, but then he released it, entering with slow, deliberate steps. His eyes darted to the mess of his things on the floor for a moment, but then were back on the desk, on her.
“Jinx.”
She started humming, and added a slashing line to a heart as her gut clenched and something hot seemed to flutter inside her. She pulsed in between her legs.
“Jinx.”
She finally turned to him. He came closer, and looked at his desk, the bright paint everywhere—even on her.
“What are you doing?”
She got up on her knees.
“Hmm, and here I thought those stupid treatments for your eye were working. Are you due for a little more stabby time?”
Silco sighed, but surprised her by coming forward and gripping her face in one hand. A whimper accidentally left her as his rough, warm grip was a touch that worked its way through her body. All of her was desperate, ready. She even felt her nipples harden.
“Why did you paint my desk?”
She tried to shrug, but was too captivated by his touch.
His eyes darted to the paintings, eyes seeming to soften at the hearts and swirls, but then focusing on the jagged corners.
His touch turned achingly sweet and gentle, hand caressing her jaw, the side of her neck. She dropped her paintbrush, splattering blue on her leg, and held his hand to her, nuzzling against it.
Silco came in so close she could smell his cologne, the cigar he’d most likely smoked at the meeting, and an underlying musk. These smells meant love, comfort, a home. And now… want.
He ran his other hand down one of her braids. Her bottom lip quivered as she yearned for him to tug on her hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Jinx leaned in, and kissed him, grabbing at his shirt to pull him to her.
She’d never kissed anyone before.
Or been kissed.
He kissed back, breathing her in, as she did so with him.
Their teeth clacked together for a jarring second, but Jinx didn’t care because they were touching, they were together.
Silco pulled back, tugging on that braid now. She placed her thumb along the hollow of his throat, aggravation making her dig in.
“Jinx,” he got out, voice all growly from her thumb pressing on him. And yet, her name sounded so good whenever he said it.
She kissed him again, her lips hungry for his. The short kiss before had done almost nothing for her, her hunger seemingly endless.
His lips were like home, safety, and the taste of him was enough to nearly drive her insane (or… more insane, at least). She couldn’t believe this was happening, that he felt so good against her.
She grinned after he kissed back again, and pulled his face into hers, getting flecks of paint on his skin, his scarring.
But now he really tugged on her hair.
She couldn’t help the delighted laugh she let out at the rough handling.
“Jinx!”
“What, silly?”
“I…”
He was breathing heavy, leaning in, their eyes meeting.
He didn’t say what he’d been thinking, now cradling her head to pull her towards him. Fireworks seemed to explode as their lips met. Silco kissed her hard, and Jinx did the same. She pressed her body against him, chest heaving.
Silco slammed her to the desk with a hand on her hip. Paint, cold and wet, touched her burning skin.
Silco’s breath was hot as he started to kiss along her jaw, and then down her neck. The sensation had her toes curling, hips pressing up into him. Silco forced her legs apart, and fit himself in between them. She almost melted at that manhandling.
He was hardening now as he gasped and undulated against her. She squirmed, a bit surprised at her vulnerability like this, at the want pressing against her, the fluttering in her gut. This was real. That part of Silco’s body being all deliciously hard meant he wanted to be inside her.
Jinx pulsed in between her legs, and whined at the feeling of him through their clothes.
“Oh, I have been wanting to do this,” he breathed.
“Then why now?” she gasped out as he licked her neck.
She ran her hands over his face, through his hair, oh so careful with his beautiful scars.
“Why not earlier?”
Silco looked up, chest heaving against her, his left eye aflame.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Jinx laughed as she reached between them, grabbing at his cock over his pants.
“What, with this?” A rough groan left him, and a hand spasmed around her neck. She panted, licking her deliciously kiss-swollen lips. “It’s not even that—”
He put a hand over her mouth before she could finish teasing him.
Oh, this was too easy.
Jinx grinned, and bit his fingers.
Silco grunted, and Jinx could have sworn he’d pulsed against her hand. She ran her thumb along him, making him pant hard.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked, nose brushing hers.
She licked his fingers as he let her go, and he winced, hips slamming against her. The desk screeched as it moved across the floor from the force.
“I—”
“No joking.”
She nodded, not entirely sure why. But their eyes met, and for some reason she felt tears well up in hers. Silco leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, then her nose, her lips. He licked his tongue into her, gently, like tasting a new drink. His tongue licked her lips, and all she could do was pant, and hold him, and let him do this. Something felt so vulnerable about all this, not just physically. She couldn’t explain it.
When Silco pulled back, hearts were over his eyes, a glowing smile carved onto his face.
Silco kissed her forehead again. He murmured, “Are you okay?”
She paused.
“It’s okay if you aren’t. Jinx, I don’t want to force you. Ever.”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“You’re fine?”
“I’m fine.”
She was. Wasn’t she? She wanted this. She was losing sleep over it, she was burning for it, it was all she was these days. She needed him, on her, in her, in her, please.
A small growl left her and she tilted her head up, grabbing his bottom lip in between her teeth.
Silco growled in response, grabbing her chin when she let go. A slow grin alit his face. “Oh, dear, the things I have to show you. I can unmake you.”
Jinx felt like she could hardly breathe, and pressed herself up, up…
His other hand supported her, feeling her back, seemingly forgetting about the paint, or simply not caring. Jinx loved how her work was morphing. Art was in everything. It lived, and breathed. Evolved.
Silco’s lips found hers again. Slowly, he kissed his way down her jaw, her neck, reaching for her groping hand, and pinning it above her head.
His hands then worked over her bare waist, fire running along her. At being released, she touched him—his face, his hair, his shoulders.
Silco let out a small growl of frustration at her top because it covered her breasts.
He forced it aside, Jinx whimpering and biting her bottom lip as he stared. He’d seen her right breast before, had held her hand as she’d gotten her tattoo. But now he was hovering over it with his wanting mouth.
Jinx ran her thumbs along his cheeks.
“Please.”
When he licked her nipple she squirmed, and he demanded, “Don’t move.”
Her muscles shook and she whimpered at restraining herself.
Silco sucked her nipple into his mouth, and her legs tightened around him. He forced her away with a rough push against her hip. And then he was touching her over her pants. She cried out, but then put a hand over her mouth, biting her lip.
“Let them hear,” he breathed against her wanting skin.
She screwed her face up, whimpering as she tried to hold in her voice anyway. His hand massaged her, taking it slow, but nice and forceful. He knew what he was doing. Then he moved his hand up, the heel of his palm pressing oh so gently against her clit.
“Oh, you’re perfect,” he breathed, mouth drifting to her other breast.
Jinx squirmed again, panting hard.
Was he going to…? No, maybe he wouldn’t… Yet Jinx had had many a fantasy lately about his mouth in between her legs.
Colorful lights drifted around him as he massaged her right breast, mouth on her left. His tongue flicked her nipple till it seemed a string was drawn between her nipple and where his hand was, and it was getting plucked with a wet fire.
“Silco…” she gasped.
“It’s okay, Jinx.”
He started to kiss his way lower, Jinx in awe at his lips on such sensitive parts of her.
Silco sucked hard right above her belt, then teeth nipped at her tattoo. She jumped, and let out an accidental squeak at the pain. His tongue soothed the hurt, but angered the want in her.
He pulled back, and grabbed her hips, pulling her paint-streaked pants down. Silco didn’t bother taking her boots off, just grabbed her ass and lifted her legs up and back, getting paint all over her.
A rough groan left him, and she heard him working at his buckle. He hissed, and Jinx tried to see around her legs. He was feeling himself with a bare hand now. Jinx bit her lip at the bit of skin she saw, at the outline of his hard cock, knowing how much he wanted her.
She jumped and let out squeaks as he nipped at the underside of her thighs. Then her ass.
She could hardly breathe being exposed to him like this.
Beautiful lights and colors flashed and swirled, and she breathed them in.
Silco pressed her legs back further, and then moaned “oh, Jinx,” as his mouth landed on her.
He groaned, the vibrations like crackling embers.
A rough cry left her as his tongue licked its way up through her wetness to her clit. The sensations were so intense that she gripped the edge of the desk, squeezing her eyes shut. She fought against Silco. Not for it to stop. Probably not. It was just so much .
“You can take it,” he breathed against her hot, wet flesh. Her clit was swollen and pulsing. “I know you can.”
That was when a finger started slowly slipping into her. It ached , but in such a delicious way.
Jinx exhaled hard, pushing up into that finger so he was buried up to the knuckle. Oh, his fingers reached deeper than her own. She was panting and whimpering at the depth he reached, aching a bit, so sensitive.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “So wet for me.”
“No, no, no,” she cried, as he began to pull his finger out.
Silco stopped everything he was doing.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Jinx growled, lifting her hips up in desperation.
Silco leaned on her, holding her still.
She tried to think of his weaknesses, anything to get him to do what she wanted.
She reached with her feet, and got her boots on his shoulders, pushing against him.
Jinx threw him back, but then felt cold, and like she could barely breathe. And her stupid pants were getting in the way.
Silco was able to recover and held her as she was on her feet, struggling to get her boots, and pants off.
“Jinx!”
She grabbed his jaw.
“Put your mouth back on me,” she demanded. Then grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers, panting. She laughed. “I like these.”
Silco held her wrist, pulling her from him in a near-bruising grip. She almost whimpered, thinking she wouldn’t get what she wanted.
“Get in the chair,” he ordered. “And spread those pretty legs.”
Jinx did so, paint-streaked braids trailing behind her.
She was hardly settled in before Silco was on his knees before her—Silco, of all people!—and held her legs up and open.
She gripped the arms of the chair, nails digging into the old leather.
A shout left her as his tongue found her clit, and now two fingers were entering her. Two!
She squeezed her eyes shut, squirming.
It felt so odd. Yes, she’d touched herself (a lot), but his fingers stretched her more, reached deeper. She’d already broken her own hymen, but—
Silco’s fingers worked in and out of her experimentally. Her chest heaved at the touch, insides squeezing around him, especially as his tongue worked at her in a brutal rhythm.
“Hmm,” he said, pulling back, looking at her.
For a second Silco’s eyes flicked up, and Jinx felt like she’d been caught spying on something she wasn’t supposed to.
“I see your hymen’s been broken. Anyone I need to slaughter?”
Jinx laughed. “Just me.”
A low groan left Silco, and he started pumping his fingers in and out, getting covered in her wetness.
“That hungry for me?” he asked.
Jinx nodded.
“Good girl.”
He dipped them in deep, then curled them, and her hips went up, her ass leaving the chair.
Silco chuckled, pressing a hand to her pelvis and lower abdomen, holding her still.
“Do you like this?” he asked her.
“It feels weird,” she admitted.
“Good weird?”
“Weird, weird, weird,” she sang. “Weird, bet she disappeared, cheered. Speared.” She laughed about the last word.
A deep moan left her as Silco started to add a third finger. She twisted and squirmed in his chair, leather creaking.
“Don’t move.”
Jinx was accidentally tearing herself away from him, just needing to move .
“Please, please, please,” she begged.
Silco stretched her, touched parts of her that hadn’t been touched before, touched them in new ways. His mouth was on her again, like he was hungry, thirsty.
Jinx could understand that.
As she watched him (when she didn’t have her eyes squeezed shut from bliss), she felt that hunger too. It was stoked by his fingers, his mouth with the moans falling from it like a fountain, but they eased it as well, even as they opened her mind up to him, to so many new things.
Suddenly his fingers were working furiously at her, as was his mouth, and there was too much, and so much, and she felt like everything that a human being could experience was happening to her at once, her mind exploding, her body primed to do the same. It burned like a racing flame, and she wanted more and more, even as she tried to fight him.
But then she couldn’t move, so captured by these feelings. Her clit was on fire, her walls shivering. Every firework to have ever existed lived in her nerves, lights blasting in a perfect way all around her. She could never create an explosive as beautiful and devastating as this, yet she’d never envy a star. Stars were birthed in her, and she knew their magnificence.
Maybe she was sobbing.
Everything came to a brutal crescendo, juices spilling from her, Silco groaning as he worked her through it, beckoning more and more from her body.
Oh, she wanted to do this every second of every day.
Jinx was sweating, chest heaving, trying to come to her senses. Silco’s fingers left her—that yawning, pleading emptiness one of the most profound things she’d ever known—and he was lazily licking and sucking all over her.
“What… what just happened?” she asked.
“You climaxed.”
Jinx sighed, tossing her head back.
“I know that. I’m not five. I meant the—”
Jinx slapped his hand away as he gave a soft laugh, and rubbed at her. “Ah, that.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Yes!”
“Some women release fluids when they climax.”
Jinx wrinkled her nose, and next thing she knew Silco’s face was right in hers.
“I loved it,” he told her, breathing hard. “I… I suppose I had hoped… you’d be like that.”
“Ha, guess you got lucky.”
He looked her over, and Jinx swallowed, eyes widening.
“I did.” His tone was deep, emphatic.
When they kissed it was sweet, but deep. Jinx tasted herself on him, and was surprised she didn’t hate it. She supposed the taste was… sweet, and not what she’d expected.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed, pulling away, a string of saliva connecting them.
He wiped it from her chin with a thumb when it broke and fell on her.
He flashed around her, so perfect pink and blue.
Jinx tried to follow his touch as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
Before she knew it she was climbing out of the chair, and getting on him, shoving him into it.
A rough cry left him, which she smothered with a kiss.
She lowered her hips, apprehensive, but thrilled, somehow wanting him even more now that he’d made her body do what it had done. She was soaked in between her legs, along her thighs, wetness joining paint.
Jinx held his shoulders, a giggle leaving her as her dripping wet and throbbing sex brushed against his cock.
Now it was his turn to squirm.
She poked his shoulder, pouting. “Stay. Put,” she ordered.
Silco didn’t say a thing, but watched her intently as she lowered herself on him.
Mouth suddenly salivating with want once she was on her knees before him, she lowered his pants further, reaching for his cock.
She laughed at the way his erection made him bounce. Jinx snorted, and started tapping him, wiggling him around. Oh, this was funny.
Silco had a white-knuckled grip on the chair.
Experimentally, she put her mouth on him, enjoying how wide she had to open, how he suddenly seemed to be entering all of her, and this part of his body was all she could think about. She couldn’t afford to think about anything else, what with him filling her mouth, her cheeks, in between her teeth. He had a musky taste, and there was wetness leaking from his tip that she found delicious and amusing.
She moved him around her mouth as much as she could, poking along his length, and then at his balls. Her tongue found his slit, and Silco groaned, actually throbbing in her mouth.
Jinx wanted to laugh, but her mouth was full.
Full, full. Hahahaha!
She loved it, and as she licked his slit she realized how intense this was. This was where his orgasm would come out. Flashes of her covered in his cum overlaid everything in glowing gold.
She moaned, deep, and started stroking him, pumping him. She didn’t really know what she was doing, and maybe was even doing it badly, but Silco seemed to be having a good time.
A thought occurred to her, and after sucking on him, then popping him out of her mouth (she couldn’t resist giggling at the sound), she asked, “How many times have you gotten off to thinking about me?”
“As if I could count,” he ground out.
Jinx started muttering random numbers as she tapped along his length, testing what happened, how it felt.
“This is supposed to go in me,” she said, not entirely meaning her mouth, which still tasted of him.
“If you want.”
She grabbed him, and jiggled, and then licked and licked. Oh, mm! Oh, this was fun.
Jinx got distracted by it, and started blowing wherever she licked, enjoying how he squirmed.
Suddenly he grabbed her head, and he was in her mouth again. Silco paused then, and Jinx looked up to meet his eyes.
She stayed still, and he pressed his hips up, in, in, oh, she was gagging now.
He pulled back, but Jinx practically crawled up to him, wanting to gag on him again, enjoying how it made her throb and burn and ache. And the power of him. Oh, the things they could do together. Jinx wondered how many stars they could birth together, touching like this.
They moved in a rough rhythm, Jinx choking him down, Silco easing into it, and groaning, fingers tight against her skull.
She shivered when he started to run his hands up and down her braids. He held her close, fucking her mouth, and Jinx had to start touching herself or else she’d lose it.
Saliva coated her lips as he pulled out to let her gasp for breath.
She fingered herself roughly, touching only her clit, hips dancing from her own fingers. A gentle orgasm rushed through her, seeming to go straight to her head. She sighed loudly from it, relaxing. Silco’s wet, tantalizing cock throbbed, and she breathed him in, letting him fill her mouth, touch her throat.
Her walls closed around nothing.
Oh, that was it!
Jinx pulled free, squeezing hard to keep him still as she climbed into his lap. She knelt on him, and he ran his cock along her folds, making her whimper. They breathed each other in as he he helped her start lowering onto him. His hands were on her ass, squeezing, spanking.
Jinx leaned in, forehead against his shoulder, at the stretch of him, squealing.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, touch turning gentle in an instant.
“I… like it,” she breathed.
“You’ll get used to it. It won’t always hurt.”
“Pfft. That’s too bad.”
She slowly bounced on him, letting him in more and more.
She moaned as he reached deeper, deeper…
Silco grabbed her jaw, making her look up at him as he thrust his hips up, rolling them, burying himself completely. She liked the sound of them joining.
Jinx moaned, and her lips quivered, pleading.
He set a gentle rhythm, the fullness and stroking inside her almost too much.
She squeezed her eyes shut, leaning against his chest, clawing at his clothes.
“Mmm!”
“That’s it, Jinx. It’s okay.”
Jinx bounced herself on him, hardly able to believe his cock was in her, that they were fucking, but that’s what was happening.
And she remembered her fantasies, remembered wanting it hard, not just wanting his arms around her like now.
Well, she had to start somewhere.
Jinx increased her pace, and his hands went to her hips, making sure she came down forcefully, skin slapping together, even his full balls pressing against her making her need him even more.
She groaned, squeezing her walls around him. She rode him till she had to reach between them to touch her clit. But he grabbed her arm.
“No.”
Jinx spit on him.
Maybe it was touching her throbbing, pleading clit that got her to come again, or maybe it was the fact that he licked up her spit, and then opened his mouth like he wanted more.
“Oh no,” she somehow managed to get out as her walls contracted around him, and that burning ache turned into a release of her juices all over him.
Before Jinx knew what was happening, she was on the desk again, paint still not dry, legs wide open, speared on Silco, and he was taking her roughly as she came, a finger taking care of her clit.
Oh, he was brutal, merciless.
Like Jinx.
She couldn’t stop crying out as he fucked her through her orgasm.
He never stopped, even as she came down from it, even as he had her coming again in less than a minute.
Stars wished they could be them, that they could be this sweaty, paint-streaked, hormonal mess of human beings, bodies that burst and flashed, oh so pretty.
Silco’s pace became uneven, and something in her said to tighten her walls, and she did.
She came again, going limp from it, and Silco pulled out, leaving her empty and cold, like a brand had left her. But then suddenly a rough growl left him, and he was pumping himself hard as hot streaks of liquid fell onto her pelvis, all over her red, swollen sex, already soaked in her own come. It burned for the first second, and she twisted, whimpered, wanting more and more.
She reached down to help, but he grabbed her wrist as she tried to use her fingers to push some inside her aching walls.
Panting, hair a mess like he’d been thoroughly fucked (oh wait, he had!), he said, “Never do that.”
A slash flashed across his throat, and she swallowed roughly, wrist almost hurting in his grip.
“Why not?”
“Are you really ready for a baby?”
“We could always—”
“No. I am not endangering your body like that.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” she complained with a pout. He grabbed her wrists, drawing them up over her head, becoming as paint-flecked as the rest of her sweaty skin.
She tried to have his cock touch her again, but it was no use.
“Yes, I do.”
“But—”
“Jinx.”
She puffed out a breath, then blew again, fascinated with the way his hair blew out of his face.
“Ughhh,” she complained. “Fine.”
He leaned in, kissing her nose, and she nipped at him.
“I do like that you enjoy that… part of me,” he murmured.
“What else do you think love is supposed to mean?” she asked.
His eyes were soft—even the one that looked like it’d need another dose soon—and he kissed her again.
Then he pulled back from her saying, “I don’t really mind the new paint.”
Jinx sat up, exhausted in a pleasant way, and turned to look at the mess they had made.
Instead of a mess she saw the fireworks and stars that had lived in them during their joining.
“Go get cleaned up,” Silco said, voice soft, softer than anything she knew. Once he was tucked away, pants up, he kissed the side of her head, lips lingering. “You’re perfect,” he murmured.
Jinx had heard those words fall from his lips a million times, yet a broken part of her that needed that touch he gave, never tired of it.
Jinx held him close, warmth blossoming from their touch, settling deep in her chest.
“Mm-hmm.”
“We can talk about this later, if you want.”
She nodded, caressing his face as she turned to look up at him. “Yeah.”
“Now, go on. I can’t have you going round covered in… well, that would be entertaining.”
Jinx laughed, and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t tempt me!”
As he left, Jinx sitting there amongst the art, feeling like art herself, she sang, “Tempt me, tempt me.”
She lay back, and hugged herself as she laughed.
She pointed at herself, pulled the trigger.
“Boom.”