Ben’s next thrust is harsher, his body thudding against mine and making us both moan.
“Better,” Stoneheart growls, pulling me into a kiss as Ben starts to fuck me in earnest.
“Gods, Stella.” Ben’s teeth rake over the skin of my neck, and I make a surprised noise into Stoneheart’s mouth when he scrapes over my mating mark. It’s sensitive in a way I didn’t anticipate, and my whole body lights up.
“Slower,” Stoneheart breaks our kiss to coax, but Ben doesn’t listen, and I fall into the dual sensations of Ben moving inside of me and the grip Stoneheart has on the back of my neck.
Stoneheart mock sighs. “You’re only making it worse for yourself when you don’t listen to me.”
Before I can wonder what he means, he releases the grip he has on me and drops his hand to where Ben’s body meets mine, rubbing circles over my clit and causing me to arch as the beginning waves of climax start to gather.
Ben grunts and Stoneheart nips his earlobe, tutting.
Something moves between us, and Ben cries out, his face twists in agony. I lean back and see the end of Stoneheart’s tail wrapped tightly around the base of Ben’s cock.Fuck, the pain of it must be keeping him from climax.
“I said, slower,” the gargoyle murmurs. “Watch her break for us. Feel her milk your cock.”
Is that me he’s talking about? It must be because both of their gazes are on me now. Stoneheart’s is full of hunger and Ben’s a tormented awe. The sensations build and layer under their attention.
Each stroke and touch expands the lava in my belly that all at once wants this to go on forever but greedily wants completion. I tilt back against the piano as Stoneheart’s slippery thumb coaxes me past the point of no return. I come.
My lips part, and Ben’s palm covers my mouth to keep in my scream from echoing against the glass ceiling.
Wave after wave of pleasure moves through me, and I gush around the demon inside of me.
“Fuck!” Ben shouts.
I blink, starting to come back to myself. I don’t know why he muffled me if he’s going to be as loud.
“A dream, isn’t she?” Stoneheart asks.
Ben’s body caves forward, shaking. I’d be worried about the torture he’s going through, except his cock is hard, and he’s not pulling away. He can disappear on a whim. This is where he wants to be.
Now that Ben can’t race toward orgasm, he tries to slow his pace, but Stoneheart presses his hips into Ben’s to keep each move inside me even. Each thrust sounds wet, and my cheeks burn. Fuck, he’s making me make a mess.
Ben swears in rapid succession the words I’m usually saying.
“I can feel how badly you want to come,” Stoneheart taunts. “Is it just to chase the physical sensation or do you want to paint her insides with your seed? Is that your secret desire? To show me how to mark up what’s mine?”
Ben’s eyes slam shut, and Stoneheart thankfully stops stimulating my clit to pull Ben’s suit jacket and shirt away from his throat. Buttons pop but the demon doesn’t seem to notice. Stoneheart’s teeth scrape against the skin exposed, and I watch with fascination as he mouths the spot where he’d left a claiming mark on me.
“I’ll let you come for a price,” the Devil says.
What’s happening clicks.
Stoneheart wants to give Ben a claiming mark. My eyes widen in surprise, but my pussy tightens around Ben causing the demon to make another pained sound.
“Anything,” Ben rasps.
Stoneheart’s mouth opens to give him a proposition, but he straightens as if he’s heard a sound, a look of annoyancecrossing his face. He pulls Ben back against him. Ben lets out a desperate sound as his cock slides wetly from me.
“Fly away, shadow walker, before someone sees something that you’ll regret.” Stoneheart is all business now.
It takes Ben a moment to understand, but when he does, his gaze meets mine, and he disappears.
I try to move off the piano, but my limbs are noodles.
“Easy now, firefly,” Stoneheart says, stepping into the space that Ben vacated. His hands stroke my arms in comfort. “They’re at the end of the hall. I don’t know if they plan on coming in here. We have time.”