Page 10 of My Saintly Demon

CHAPTERSIX

DAVE

Charles’s words don’t shock me. After what I saw last night, his boldness is not unexpected. However, my reaction isn’t one he will like.

Should I take advantage and use this man who is supposed to be of higher moral values than me in the kitchen of the church basement while a portrait of Jesus watches?

I should.

It would be very demon-like if I did.

I mean, I want to, but… I need to slow his roll.

But maybe only a little.

“So, this is one of those awkward moments where I say yes, but tack on too many conditions for the sake of propriety.”

His brow furrows as he pins me with those gorgeous green eyes. The annoyed flush to his cheeks is quite appealing. It really draws attention to his pretty eyes.

“You’re gonna have to explain because I don’t know if you picked up on my channel,” he uses finger quotes like I did and it’s super cute, “but I’m about to be anex-priest and I have roughly twelve hours to pack my shit and get out of here thanks to my asshole ex, and you’re the guy I fantasized about last night and this morning. I’m literally hard just standing in the room with you. It would be nice to deal with it and forget my issues for a short time.”

I flick my eyes to the tent in his pants. Huh, he’s not lying, and that’s a decent package he’s hiding. For a human, anyway. Talk about flattering.

“Do we need to negotiate?”

“Negotiate? It’s not a hostage situation. I’m literally asking you to use me so I can get off. What do you want to negotiate?”

“Remember the bit about me being a demon and not that good at it?” He motions for me to continue. “Well, this is one of those times.”

“So, you don’t want to put your dick in my mouth because what? Because you have issues with casual sex?”

I take another coconut ball and chew to buy some time to reply. It’s not just that, but I’ve had no one question me like this before. I’ve never had to explain it out loud.

“I can’t just have my way with you.”

“Why not!?”

He stomps his foot like an angry toddler, and it’s adorable.

“Because I have to like, know something about you first. Safe sex talk, define the relationship, you know… that stuff.”

He mutters under his breath.

“This is why people choose dildos. No negotiating and defining. Down for a fuck whenever you need. Zero drama.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve been there too. But I can’t just randomly tell this person I’m a cuddleslut, and fuck and run isn’t my style. Even though he’s as tempting as this tray of baked goods. I’d love to devour him like all these treats I can’t seem to get enough of.

Turning to the counter, I lift a chocolate chip cookie off a tray. “If you don’t want to at least talk some first, and need to come so badly, why don’t you do it yourself? Just like you did last night.”

His eyes darken. “Are you into voyeurism or is this just you being nice?”

I tilt my hand back and forth. “Both?”

With a smug grin, he unzips and lets his pants fall to the floor and my sensitive nose picks up the scent of his pre-cum. I pretend not to care and munch on my cookie. He steps out his underwear, then his shirt and collar, and stands there butt fucking naked with his cock jutting out, proud as can be. He’s stunning. And I want to backtrack on my earlier words and bend him over the table. However, I want to know what he’s going to do next even more.

His gaze darts to my head, and I know he’s noticed my horns popping out. They aren’t enormous, but when I’m turned on or angry, I sometimes can’t keep them locked down. For any normal human, it’s scary, but the heat in Charles’s eyes makes me think he likes it.

Propping a foot on the chair next to him, his defiant gaze never leaves my face as he strokes himself for me. I want to do the same, but I’m enjoying this too much, so I settle for rearranging myself instead. He pops an eyebrow, clearly noticing I’m enjoying the show. When he sucks his finger into his mouth, making it all spit slick, I know what he intends. His fantasy from last night where he wished that finger was my dick. My breath hitches as he shows himself no mercy. Plunging his digit in so fast it has to be painful. I can’t bear to watch him continue.

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