Page 45 of Dead End

“Get the fuck out of here, Damon,” I panted, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. “Bring him back!” I begged.

I felt him laugh, his breath wafting over me and making me shiver. “I thought you liked it on the kinky side, luv,” he purred. Those yellow eyes were practically glowing in the darkness of my bedroom. “And you taste delectable; can’t I stay a while?” he purred.

His words sent something hot and wild through my body, and it only prompted him to lick me faster with the flat of his long as hell tongue. My hands grasped my sheets, balling them up and twisting just to contain the pleasure. “Jason…” I panted again. I didn’t have it in me to say much more than that.

Damon clicked his tongue. “You’re no fun.” He smiled. “Jason’s right here, baby girl, and he’s quite enjoying himself.”

My eyes widened at the thought. Could he be telling the truth? Was Jason conscious of what was going on? Was he letting Damon take control? I looked back down in time to see his eyes flicker back to gray, and Jason smiled. “Are you afraid of my demon?” he asked with a devilish grin.

I was about to say something clever, but all thoughts flew from my brain as he slipped two fingers inside of me, curling them at the knuckles and sucking my clit between his lips. That was it for me. I sailed right over the edge of the horizon, pulling my pillow over my face so that I could scream into it and not wake up the entire house. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and my hips bucked against his mouth repeatedly.

It took a few long minutes for me to come back down from my high. Jason licked me leisurely a few more times, drawing out the last remnants of tingling pleasure. He lingered as if he were savoring the taste of me, and I couldn’t even find it in myself to feel embarrassed about it. When he stopped licking, it was only to slide his palms back up the length of my bare thighs.

“Fucking hell, you taste like heaven,” he murmured in a rumbling, edgy voice. I could tell he was holding back because his fingers began to shake from restraint.

When he was fully hovering over my body, he peeled my oversized shirt off and threw it on the floor before letting his steely eyes rove my body. I’d been a little bit self-conscious about how pale I’d become this past year. Since I was in middle school, I’d been self-tanning with my friends on the cheer team, and I’d always had a polished and plucked Barbie look about me. Now, I was bare before this hot as fuck guy in all my pale glory, but it looked as though he was loving and savoring every fucking inch of me. I suddenly got hot all over again.

I felt Jason harden even more against my thigh, contained in his sweats, so I bucked my hips a little, letting him feel my pussy drag over his thick cock. I was suddenly salivating. I needed to feel him as completely as he felt me, but it seemed like Jason already had a plan.

I watched as he took his gray sweatpants off, and honestly, I was sad to see them go. Something about a man in a pair of gray sweats really did something for me; it really got those engines revving. He held himself aloft with one arm. His muscles were strained, and as soon as they were off, I forced his shirt over his head with fast fingers until it was lying with mine on the floor.

Holy mother of pumpkins, he was jacked. I never knew how utterly cut Jason’s body is. He had abs for days; his olive skin had just a few beauty marks scattered here and there, and the way his pecs and muscles flexed had me moaning. Christ, nobody had the right to look like that. Before I could stop myself, I was running my greedy fingers over those muscles, and he watched as they trailed down and down and down until they stopped at his pelvic bone.

Oh, Lord, have mercy. His cock was thick and beautiful, like silk-covered steel, and I immediately gripped it, prompting him to close his eyes tight and groan. I gave him a soft stroke, just one time, my fingers squeezing just right. His eyes popped open, and he bucked in my grip. “If you ever questioned whether or not I was attracted to your new look,” he glanced down at his cock with his brow raised, “you have your fucking answer.”

I smiled wickedly and gave him another squeeze. “Prove it.”

Jason groaned but then bent over, capturing my lips with his. I was already wet and ready for him, so when I felt the tip of that glorious dick at my entrance, my thighs fell open even wider. He ran his length down my wetness and dropped his face into my shoulder, moaning against my bare skin. I felt him bite down lightly on my shoulder, but not enough to hurt. He was trying to contain a feral growl, it seemed, and it only made me want to see what other noises I could get this man to make.

I pushed against his chest, forcing him to sit up, but before he could complain, I followed him up, immediately straddling his waist. His arms wrapped around my torso, clamping down tight. I felt his dick at my entrance and slowly guided him in. My whole body shuddered as I seated myself to the hilt. His breathy moan was like music to my ears. Something about a man’s moan really set me off, and soon I was bouncing up and down, letting him slide in and out slowly, and I enjoyed every fucking inch.

We moved together as if we were made for each other. He had one arm wrapped around me, and the other hand was squeezing my hip, guiding me up and down. The wet slaps of our skin filled my bedroom, and at this point, I didn’t even really care if anyone else heard. I needed him with a feral intensity that I hadn’t felt since the greenhouse with Norman. I felt a connection between us that was finally snapping into place.

We were covered in sweat now, and our breaths were hot and mingled. He started to move faster, fucking me harder as I held on for dear life. Jason maneuvered to where he could grip under my thighs, and then he slammed me to the mattress. When he pulled back to look at me, my breath caught as I was once again staring into a pair of bright yellow slit eyes.

“Damon…” I breathed. He pounded into me even faster than before, hitting me in spots I hadn’t known existed. “Oh, fuck!” I clawed at his back.

Now that I knew Jason was still fully aware of what was going on and actually encouraged it, I was fully on board with this whole demon-familiar thing. Damon’s His forked tongue licked up the side of my neck as he ground his pelvic bone into my clit. His cock thickened, swelling with the power of two men at once. I screamed into his shoulder, biting down into his skin just as he’d done to me.

This only spurred him on. Damon’s strokes were shorter and more rapid. He gripped my thighs and pushed them upward, opening me wider. My eyes were rolling back into my head, but when I met his gaze again, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In rapid succession, his eyes flickered back and forth between yellow and gray. The two of them were one in the same for this brief moment in time, both of them feasting on my body like it was the last meal either of them would ever have.

“Come for us, luv,” Damon groaned. “Come around our cock!” He thrust harder, and black began to creep into the sides of my vision.

“I’m gonna…” I started to moan incoherently. “Oh, shit, I’m—”

“Now, October, come for us right now!” Jason suddenly wrapped his fingers around my throat and applied a tiny bit of pressure.

That did it. I exploded, my muscles twitching as my pussy clamped down on his cock. I came so hard, I could barely see straight, and it was like fire ripping through my veins. Once again, I had to grab a pillow and shove it over my face so that I could scream. I felt him thicken inside of me as my muscles continued to pulse around him.

Throwing the pillow to the side, I watched both Damon and Jason come, their eyes still flickering rapidly back and forth as they fought for control. He moaned, and it was like I could hear two voices overlapping for a second. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up, and he continued to thrust. He slowed down, leisurely fucking me, drawing out the sensation for as long as he could.

I watched him fall into a state of utter bliss, and I marveled at how fucking handsome this man was. How had I ever gotten so lucky to have not one, but four men fall head over heels for me? And one of them with a sexy ass demon inside him. Shit, maybe I wasn’t so prone to bad luck after all.

The moment my eyes opened from a rare dreamless sleep, I knew he would be there. Cracking one eye open, the brightness from the morning twin moons slipped through my deep purple curtains and gave me the perfect view of a sleeping Jason.

A sigh fell from my parted lips. Last night meant everything to me, but at the same time, I didn’t know where it was going to lead us. Did he still resent me? Did he still hate me—the kind of hate that festered until it became unbearable, even though you loved someone? Or did he actually mean every word? Could this mean we could all fix this rift that seemed to swallow us whole? The thought of going back to the way things used to be freaked me out. Internally, I was screaming bloody murder, terrified of breaking again—breaking so deeply this time that there would be nothing left to give or take.

“You could be worth everything, Jason,” I murmured. “As long as you don’t shatter my heart when it’s over.” Reaching out, I stroked the sharp curve of his cheekbone and watched his dark eyelashes flutter against his smooth, whiskey-colored skin.

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