Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

The house was gorgeous, and sure, they had alarms, but with time paused, the alarms weren’t going to be working any time soon.

He checked the office, and no one was there. After going through the many rooms, it was clear no one was there, so grabbing a wallet was out of the question. He checked where most people kept money—various drawers, the freezer, and, yes, there was a safe in the closet, but it was locked, and he couldn’t magic it open.

Jack could’ve stolen some of the electronics, or the art, but he wasn’t about to deal with fencing shit. This was turning out to be a waste of time, which was ironic for a guy who could stop time.

Besides, someone like Preston Tarrington might not be liquid. He might have every nickel of his money either in the bank, in stocks, or in land.

Jack thought of the angel again, and how she’d come to stop him. He pinched his eyes close. Fuck. All this shit wasn’t feeling right. His moral compass wasn’t happy about the breaking and entering.

“Jack!” Bailey’s voice came from upstairs. He stopped in the kitchen and picked up her dress. The house smelled like rich people—there was a definite smell. Did the wealthy hire the same cleaning staff for everyone?

He went upstairs to find Bailey squatting naked beside a chest at the foot of a massive king-sized bed. She’d showered, her hair was wet, and her makeup was even more smeared. He liked the wet, slutty look.

“How did you shower?” he asked. The water would’ve been stuck in time.

The demon gave him a withering look. “If I can pull hot volleyball out of the timestream, I can fucking take a shower.”

“Good point. Find anything valuable?”

Baiely turned with a huge black dildo, one with a suction cup at the bottom. “Only Vicky Tarrington’s sex toys. Vicky likes ’em big and thick, Jack. It seems Preston has a little dick, but he likes to use it. A lot. He has a thing for prostitutes...I mean, he literally likes to pay for pussy. The wife kinda knows, but they don’t talk much. Besides, she’s screwing the pool boy. Cliché much? Talk about eternal truths. And if thee ignores thine wife, she shall sucketh the pool boy’s cock. So say we all.” She shook the fake dick at him. Then she showed him a few other toys in there: butt plugs, vibrators, a whole treasure trove of sex toys.

“You wouldn’t happen to know the combination of the safe downstairs, would you?”

She shook her head. “I just get their sex life and their kinks. No numbers. No other information. Like I’ve been telling you, I’m pretty focused on one thing, and one thing only.” She knee-walked over to him. “Smelling the Tarringtons, taking a peek into their lives, has me all horny, Jack. How about you and I seal the deal? We both know it’s going to happen. We both want it. And it’s not like you and Annie have exchanged rings, or vows, or whatever. Humans still marry, I know that, but I don’t know much about the ritual. Is the chicken dance still a thing?”

“Still a thing.” Jack stared down at the naked woman squatting in front of him, gazing up at him with her strange eyes, and that smoky makeup, smeared from her shower. It was all just a part of her getting used to having a body again. His head was hurting a bit, but it wasn’t bad.

She set the dildo on the floor next to her. “What do you say, Jack?”

Seeing her tits out, her nipples tightening, had him hard. “Why are you doing this? To snack on my Ijjinaya?”

“A little. Mostly, I like you, and I want you to like me.” She reached out to caress his bulge. Her touch was electric.

Having sex with the succubus probably wasn’t a good idea, and yet, a little blow job probably wouldn’t hurt him. It was a risk he couldn’t help but take.

And the idea that he was doing it in this stranger’s house? It turned Jack on.

Chapter Thirteen

STANDING IN PRESTON Tarrington’s bedroom, with time firmly stopped, Jack unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

Kneeling in front of him, Bailey pulled down his pants. His cock snapped out, a hard shaft with a bulbous head.

Bailey circled her fingers around it. “It’s so big and hard. And I like how it smells. I wonder how it tastes.”

Hadn’t she said something similar to Wanda? Then Jack realized that angel looked a lot like Wanda, though the two of them were completely different.

Then he couldn’t think. Bailey had her soft hands on his hips, caressing his skin.

She gazed at his naked sex. “My senses are alive and tingling. I have a nose, skin, a mouth, and while I can drink in your lust, I want to experience you in other ways.”

She leaned forward and opened her mouth. Her nostrils flared. Then her wet mouth covered the helmet of his dick. She took him deep before easing her head back.

She kept her hands on his hips as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on his dick, caressing it with her tongue, and then once again taking it deep. She choked a bit and came off it. “I like how your cock is so hot and alive. I like how I feel so overwhelmed by it. No wonder Wanda liked it so much.”

Bailey took her left hand and cupped his balls. She let her spit slide down his cock. She used that lube to grip him, and she started jerking him off while sucking on the head. Jack glanced around at the master bedroom and wondered how many times the wife had men up, men with big cocks to fuck her pussy while her husband was away.

And did Preston bring his whores here? Probably not. He probably took them to hotels, paid them cash, and made up some bullshit excuse so it was tax