Sex is a Job Description? Ch. 05

Tom was going to be naked. In her shower. And he most certainly wouldn't reject a kind offer from a demon to alleviate his frustration, especially not when he was feeling nice and warm in the shower.

And looking herself over, Veronica admitted that she needed a shower anyway...so...

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Tom groaned as the warm water hit his cold body. It felt amazing. He let the water run through his hair and down over his entire body, relishing the goosebumps that rose all over him from the feeling. God, he couldn't remember a shower that started this good in a long time. He put his hand on the wall and leaned forward, relaxing in the water.

"Room for one more?" he heard from behind him. Tom looked back and saw Veronica step into the shower with a grin on her face.

"I guess so," he replied, stepping aside to make room for her in the jet of water. She stepped into it, with her clothes on and basked in the warm water for a little while. Then, she gave Tom a knowing grin that he knew could only mean one thing.

"You know, I think it's about time we had another one of 'those encounters', don't you?" she suggested, trailing a finger down the midline of his chest. The demon turned to face him, biting her bottom lip enticingly. Her dirty shirt was soaked and her breasts clearly visible through it, making it hard for Tom to focus on her eyes.

Tom nodded slowly. "What's it been, three months?"

"Almost," replied the demon as she reached Tom's growing arousal with her fingers. Tom wrapped his arms around her back and their fronts met. They shared a moment where their eyes said everything that needed to be voiced about the matter. Tom leaned in and they kissed hungrily, untamed desire keeping them from exploring further right now.

Tom pushed his tongue past the demon's teeth and she put her hands on either side of his head, locking his face against hers as she thrust her tongue against his. They fought for control of the conjoined space, tongues wrestling each other for dominance. Tom had more to do than just kiss, and slid one hand up Veronica's back, hooking the bottom of her shirt with his thumb.

Their bodies parted for a few moments as he hiked her shirt up and she raised her arms, breaking their kiss only long enough to get her shirt over her head.

"Just throw it anywhere," she breathed, smothering his mouth again with a growl. It took Tom a little while to finally get her to let him have a little air, and their lips parted after she'd bitten his bottom lip in sexy protest.

Tom leaned down and kissed the base of the demon's neck, giving her a little nibble. She put her arms around his shoulders gently, but he started to kiss down her body. He moved to the dip in her throat, between her breasts, down the center of her toned, sun-tanned body. The water running over her in warm streams made her shine like a goddess, though she didn't need to shine to look the part.

He stuck his tongue into the dip of her navel and her skin rose immediately, tiny bumps all over her body standing at attention from the feeling. Tom let out a chuckle and then continued down to the rim of her panties.

He took the wet garment with four fingers and started to slide it down her sleek hips, continuing to kiss down to his goal. The demon put her hands against the wall behind her and allowed Tom to gently take one of her thighs and lift it so he could get her panties off completely. He raised her knee and kissed down her shin slowly, all the way down the top of her foot to her toes.

He lowered her leg and then repeated the process with its twin, tossing Veronica's panties against the shower door after he was through. He looked up at the demon for approval, and she smiled knowingly.

"Some day, human women will realize that not all mortal men with a silver tongue understand what it means to be suave. Suave is more than words."

Tom grinned. "This silver tongue has never visited a treasure vault before. The suaveness may diminish some."

"Wait," Veronica said, taking on an almost incredulous look. "You've never performed cunnilingus before? Not even on Ceria?"

Tom nodded. "There's no point. I want to finish with her quick, so there's no foreplay. Except for her making fun of me or telling me what she wants." He kissed up her inner thighs slowly. "But now I can take my time and do what I want."

Tom reached the cleft of her thighs and spread her legs a little more to gain access to her. She obliged without question and watched him intently as he ran one finger up the entire length of her labia to her clitoris. He bit her bottom lip and Tom delved into her core with his tongue.

He'd heard that it was supposed to be sour or feel like licking the end of a battery, a number of different negative things about it. But Veronica wasn't like that at all. It might've been because she was a demon, or that she had something special in her diet, but all Tom could taste was sweet, warm nectar. His tongue slid easily through to the depths of her sex and Veronica let out a long sigh in satisfaction. Tom's tongue ran loops in long, slow circles as he tried to get a feel for what he was doing.

It wasn't that he didn't understand what he was feeling, but he'd never done this before, and it felt strange. It was a brand new sensation, to have someone's wet, wanton heat right in front of his face. The smell was almost tangible. The air he was breathing was thick and moist, making his cock throb harder than before just from the realization that he was eating out one of the hottest women he'd ever been with.

With redoubled enthusiasm, he searched for the places that would make her breathing rigid and her legs squeeze together. He looked up at Veronica's face and almost stopped what he was doing when he saw her eyes staring down at him in wonderlust. Two purple orbs stared into Tom's eyes with simmering desire and passion.

"You're pretty good at this, Tom," she said, putting a hand down to his head. "Please keep going. I'm almost half way." She closed her eyes and let her head rest against the wall. Her hand pushed Tom's head against her and he quickly resumed the work he hadn't realized he had been neglecting. He delved into her body with long, slow motions and explored her inner workings curiously.

Meanwhile, Veronica had raised one leg up to Tom's shoulder and draped it across his back, holding him to her as her back arched and she trembled. Tom's jaw was starting to get a little tired, so he picked up the pace and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. At that, Veronica's back went as straight as a board and she tightened her grip on his hair, pulling it hard.

Tom continued to rub her clit and hit a spot in her body with the tip of his tongue over and over again. Her breathing heightened in pitch and quickened steadily. Her body unconsciously tightened, her leg pulling harder and harder as the seconds passed.

Then, Veronica shuddered and her breath caught in her throat. Tom felt something slick flow around his tongue and then into his mouth. It went down his throat before he could even react and he had to pry himself away from her body to cough and get enough air to breathe. The demon slowly sank to the floor as Tom sat down and coughed up her cum from his lungs.

"Are you okay?" Veronica asked in a rather pleased and calm voice.

"Went down...the wrong way..." he said, coughing again.

"Sorry. It felt really good though." Veronica put a hand on Tom's back and smiled at him. "So do you think this encounter is over yet or not?"

Tom coughed especially hard and shook his head. "As soon as you're ready, we can get to the rest of me not drowning in a shower," he joked, coughing again.

"Hey, you gave me that look like 'oh my god what?' earlier. Was it because I'm not wearing my contacts? I took them off when you started doing what you're good at." the demon said as she stood back up against the wall.

Tom nodded. "Yeah. You have really stunning eyes, like, photoshopped stunning. I wasn't expecting to see purple eyes when I looked up."

"Were you expecting this?" Veronica crossed her eyes and made a dumb face with her tongue out. Then, she let out a short sigh and smiled. "Anyway, where were we?"

She put her hands on either side of his face and closed the gap between them smoothly, kissing him. Tom put his hands on her hips and stood, pushing his arousal against her stomach. She lowered a hand to his cockhead and rubbed the tip with her finger, toying with it.

Wordlessly, Tom slid his hands up her body and picked her up off the floor. He raised her onto his rigid sex and then lowered her down gently. She let out a moan as he seated her completely on his cock. They adjusted their position a little and then started to rock back and forth against each other. Tom grabbed her thighs and raised both her legs to his hips, holding her up as she hooked her legs around him.

Their thoughts were identical at this point. They kissed and felt each other's forms with familiar wonder. Tom figured she'd been with more skilled and better-looking guys before, but she was very good at making him feel like he was a great deal better than he was. She let little moans escape her lips, gave him sensual looks when her eyes were open, jerked her hips just the right way when he went especially deep.

She was a very skilled lover, to put it lightly. And why shouldn't she be? As they rocked back and forth, rhythmically coming together and parting with ridges of pleasure shooting up and down their bodies, he thought of the years of experience she had.

Lifetimes actually.

He was, what? In his fourth year of sexual encounters? She was a few thousand years old, at least. She must have done this hundreds of thousands of times, this same thing, and gotten so good at it that she could tell what he would like even before they put themselves together.

Tom flexed reflexively at the pinch Veronica gave his nipple.

"Hey, you awake?"

Tom nodded and slammed her against the wall with a grunt. "Yeah, just thinking."

"What about?" she asked, bucking herself off the wall and harder onto his cock in return. They started to take turns ramming each other back and forth as they spoke, goosebumps running up and down their bodies.

"How good you are at this. How many times you've been here doing exactly this. I guess that's why it's so much better than with a normal girl, because you demons have so much experience."

Veronica shrugged, quickening her thrusts down onto him. "Sex works because of the effort each person puts into it. I take it you were doing all the work with your girl?"

Tom sighed, "Well, not really. I mean, she was good, but you're, like, not even comparable. You know exactly what to do. All the time." Tom felt a little twinge run through his cock and Veronica saw the look on his face.

"Getting close?" she asked. He nodded and the demon pushed them a little bit off the wall. She arched her back and Tom slid his right hand up her body to keep her from falling backwards. The demon put a hand under one of her breasts and gave Tom a seductive look. "Care to give it a little suck?"

Tom didn't need to be asked twice, and latched onto her breast, running his tongue across her puffy pink areola. She moaned with a great deal of volume and put her hands on his back, arching further away even as she tried to pull herself toward him.

Tom bit her nipple and her core tightened around him. He ran circles around her nipple with his tongue, giving it a little nibble every now and again, in rhythm with his thrusts into her body. She flexed her fingers against his skin.

He raised his hand at her thigh to her other breast and began to massage it roughly, first running his thumb across her erect nipple, then pinching it and twisting it back and forth. She enjoyed every second of it and pretty soon was starting to breathe in a higher pitch again. Tom was thankful that she was making herself cum sooner, because he was already at his limits.

He bit down again on her breast and the tightening bind on his orgasm began to take its toll. His hips moved faster, and he stuck his arm out against the wall to support himself as his footing got a little unsteady.

Velvety flesh slickened his erection as he slammed into Veronica's bucking hips without any other thoughts than getting off. Veronica's pitch rose to a high note and then caught in her throat. She ground herself down against him, twisting back and forth as Tom felt a rush of relief and bliss overtake him for a few seconds. He removed himself from her chest for a second, only to curl his head down between her breasts as his orgasm took full effect.

Jets of semen streamed into Veronica's waiting body and she squeezed every last drop of his orgasm out of him, making sure that he was completely spent and empty before putting her hands on his shoulders and pulling herself off of him.

She lowered herself to the floor and Tom's arm against the wall folded. He just hit the shower wall with his shoulder and leaned into the corner of the tiled room, panting like a marathon runner. He saw Veronica looking at him and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Whew! That was awesome!" he managed, waiting for his heart rate to slow down to the pace his brain was working at. He didn't realize he was about to fall down from exhaustion until now. His legs felt like they were matchsticks and his feet like bricks.

"You look absolutely exhausted," Veronica commented, standing to shut off the water.

"I'm a little tired, yeah. I'm gonna sleep like a rock tonight though." Tom followed Veronica out of the shower and she handed him a towel. While he was drying off, she got his clothes out of the dryer and put them on the countertop. She got back into the shower and turned the water on.

"I still need to actually shower, so you can do whatever you want when you're done in here. There are blankets on the couch and a pillow for you. Night Tom."

"Night Veronica. Thank you."

"For what? I enjoyed it as much as you did," the demon replied.

"For being a good friend to me. Not many people stick around like you and Greg and Harvey have."

There was a long silence as Tom finished drying off and put his clothes on.

"Tom?" Veronica said, concerned.

"Wake me up when you get up, alright? Night." He left the bathroom and curled up on the couch under the two blankets and was asleep the second his head hit the cool, soft pillow.

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Veronica sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and stared at Tom while he slept. She didn't know what to make of him. She knew that he'd had a fucked up childhood, and an even worse rude awakening when his good set of foster parents had been diced to ity bity pieces in front of him.

But that wasn't enough to make him like this. He could have as fucked up a life as anyone on earth, and there would be a point where he would just break and cry to somebody he felt comfortable with. But this, he didn't ever cry, or whine, or even seem like he felt his past. Yes, he'd gotten angry at her for reading it off a sheet of paper, but that was understandable. That was his history, and she was just reading it like a storybook.

Anyone could react with anger initially, but Tom, when he'd thrown the folder across the room at their first meeting, she hadn't seen anything in his eyes.

Nothing.

It was just anger, a little flash of retaliation at a rude gesture from her. There was no remorse or heart-felt pain, no nothing. It was like he was numb to it. Not numbed to the pain, numb to the fact that his past was what it was. Something else had to have happened. Something while he had been in the Department.

She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in thought. Thinking of the Department, her mind drifted. She could see tonight why he was the one who'd been chosen to take on three oh one thirty. He was damn good at his job when he was really trying. Veronica's legs were still getting used to being closed when she stood up, which might explain why she was sitting Indian style with her knees as far apart as they could be.

He really was a fast learner. It had only been about four years since he had been taken with more experienced agents to learn the ropes of his job. She tried to imagine a fourteen or fifteen year-old Tom trying to find his way around a grown woman like a little virgin. She smiled, amused at the thought.

That image was nothing like the numb, experienced soldier of a boy sleeping before her.

Veronica pushed the thoughts from her head and decided it was best to get some sleep for the meeting tomorrow morning. Even though she didn't need more than two or three hours, she enjoyed getting a few extra hours of sleep. She got up and went to bed after watching him for a little while longer. No use trying to understand someone who didn't even know something was wrong.

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A/N: After a lazy few months, I've managed to actually give somebody cunnilingus. Sadly, it is VERY romanticized in erotic fiction, not that it's not expected, but still. Anyway, rate, review, make an account on literotica to favorite me. Do as you wish, for this chapter is done.