Page 11 of My Saintly Demon

“Stop.”

My voice booms in the small area, and he waits for my instruction. He won’t enjoy it like that and he shouldn’t be so rough with his body. My gaze lands on the little pats of margarine they put on the buffet tables and that will do better than nothing. He remains in place, chest heaving as I first smear the margarine on my fingers and then onto his raw hole.

His body jolts when my fingers skim across the sensitized flesh.

“Go ahead, Charles. Finish yourself. You should enjoy it more like this.”

Good lord, he just goes for it and jacks himself off with his buttered up fingers buried in his ass. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, but the intensity in his eyes pins me in place and does more than just grow my erection.

This is a performance for me. And I’m torn between watching and taking part.

“You’re a dirty little thing aren’t you? Come for me, gorgeous. I want to see you come undone.”

His orgasm hits hard and fast. With a moan, he spills into his fist and I can’t tear my eyes away from the mess of cum on his dick and hand. His chest heaves with short, ragged gasps. Those pretty lips part with every pant and he continues to keep his beautiful green eyes locked on me.

I reach for another cookie to settle my racing heart and give me something to do with my hands that doesn’t involve touching my very hard cock. Or grabbing his head and kissing him until he tells me to stop.

“Charles! Are you down there?”

His eyes widen as he looks to the doorway. I know it shouldn’t matter who it is, because at no point would it ever be good to be caught in the church kitchen naked with cum all over yourself. In no story will that ever end well. But the other man’s voice sets me on edge and I know it means terrible things for Charles if I don’t help.

“Grab your clothes and hide in that pantry. I’ll tell you when to come out.” I whisper as I shove his clothes into his hands.

Thankfully, he does as he’s asked and I watch his ass jiggle as he does this little waddle type walk with his clothes in one hand and cum-filled hand in the other.

Conjuring a quick boner killing scene to tame my erection, and also to help withdraw my horns, I step out of the kitchen and right smack into some pompous-looking clown.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I ask.

He’s not thrilled, that’s for sure. And he’s a small dude. Of course, everyone seems small to me, but he’s titled his head back to make eye contact. He’s shifty. I immediately don’t like him.

“I’m looking for Charles. Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m a friend of his from long ago. He just stepped out. Something about needing more boxes to pack with. I didn’t know he was leaving the church. How terrible.”

I’ve gently steered him to face back where he came and lead him farther from the kitchen. With a look over my shoulder, I watch Charles make a scamper to the door leading back upstairs, and I cough to cover the sound of the door closing behind him.

“Uh yes, it’s terrible. He’ll leave a giant hole in the parish. What did you say your name was?”

“Ah, yes. Holes are hard to climb out of. Especially when you dig it yourself. Am I right?”

We’ve arrived back at the stairs leading him up to the church and I block the doorway so he can’t look behind me. “You have a great day, Matthew. I’ll tell him you dropped by.”

His eyes narrow as he studies me closer.

“I didn’t tell you my name.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Again, he inspects me closer. I’m a nice guy. Too nice. It’s why I’m in this mess, but this man is close to meeting a real demon. The scary kind. I know what he’s thinking and Charles doesn’t need this asshole in his life.

“But I —”

“Toodle loo.”

I push him through the doorway and pull the door closed, fake smiling real big and watching to make sure he heads up the stairs. He does, but not until he takes out his cell phone and places a call.

I wonder if this is one of those times I should have just done the whole blazing eyes routine and fucked with him a bit?

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