Page 49 of Higher Demon

His hands pause momentarily on his waistband, and I glance up at the incredulous expression on his face. “That’s a no, then?”

“Definitely no,” he confirms.

“That’s great!” I grab my cock and squeeze the base as he steps neatly out of his pants and lays them over the coffee table. I might be developing a fetish for Marc’s clothes fetish. “What about lube?”

He pauses. “I forgot you humans need that.”

“Not always,” I admit honestly. “But it’s been a while”—too long—“so yeah, it’s probably a?—”

Marc drops his underwear, and my jaw joins it on the floor.

“It’s essential,” I finish breathlessly.

“There’s some in the bathroom.” A moment later, the bottle is in his hand, and I swallow. Right. The guy I’m about to hook up with can do things like that. It’s fine. He won’t hurt me.

He’s watching me guardedly, waiting for me to make the next move. He won’t do anything I’m not comfortable with.

“Flip fuck?” I suggest, pushing aside my last doubts. “I’ll do you first, and then after I’ve come, I’ll be loose enough to take that pylon you’re disguising as a dick.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

Grinning, I loop my arms around his neck and press my body to his. We both gasp—it’s like being set on fire. His skin is hot against me, slightly roughened with hair, and even though we’re about the same height, I feel surrounded by him.

Marc leans in, and I take the kiss eagerly, wanting the lightning again. I don’t know if it’s a demon thing or just that the chemistry between us isthatgood, but I’ve never been this consumed by kissing before. It was always just a warm-up to the main act.

Our cocks rub together, begging for attention, and I slide my hand between us and grab them both. Marc’s little groan vibrates into my mouth as I begin pumping, and I don’t object when he breaks the kiss to nip along the sensitive tendons in my throat. Precum makes the glide that much easier, and I give one last thrust before taking a step back. I don’t want to come so soon.

“On your knees on the couch,” I demand. He smirks.

“Whatever you say.”

My dick gets even harder, and then I watch as he turns away from me and kneels on the couch, his arms resting on the back, ass thrust in my direction. My throat goes dry. “Fuck,” I croak.

Marc glances over his shoulder. “Yes. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”

“I hate you.” I give his ass—that delicious,perfectass—a slap, and he pushes it back into my hand.

“That just makes it better, grubby human,” he purrs, and I nearly come on the spot.

“Lube,” I mutter, trying to think.

“I don’t need it. Or stretching.”

That’s all I need to hear. I move up behind him, pausing to run my hand down the long, smooth line of his spine before lining the head of my cock up with his hole. I hesitate.

He looks over his shoulder again. “Now, Ian. I need you.”

A shudder racks through me, and I push forward. True to his word, his muscles relax and let me in without prep, yet somehow still grip me tighter than any glove could hope to. The sound I make as I seat myself fully would be embarrassing if not for the matching one coming from him.

“Yessssss,” he mutters. “Come on, Ian. Move!”

“You’re so fucking bossy,” I complain, pulling halfway out and then thrusting back in. He throws his ass back toward me, and I catch hold of his hips. I’m in charge right now, whether he likes it or not.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d just—ah!”

Smug satisfaction fills me. So he wants it hard and fast? I can do that.

The sounds he makes as I drive into him, over and over, feed my lust. I cling desperately to control even as rational thought fades into a haze of desperate longing to come. Sweat breaks out on my face and down my back, heat prickling over my skin.Not yet… I can’t… I?—

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