Page 30 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
His hole twitches against my tongue and I lap at his entrance. Spit drips from my mouth and I smear it over his pretty purple pucker, pushing it inside with my finger. His tight channelsqueezes around me and I press deeper, adding more saliva, and I twist it inside him.
His body chokes around my finger as I dart in and out, getting him so soaked with my mouth I’m able to add another. “So much tastier than any candy I’ve had,” I say, pulling out my fingers to spread his cheeks apart before burying my face in his ass. I feast on him like he’s my last meal, burying my tongue between his velvety walls as far as it’ll go.
His body tenses, and when he reaches for his cock, I slap his hand away, needing to be the only reason he comes. Arching his back, he rocks against my face, pressing his ass harder to my mouth as he cries out. “More. I need more.”
Wrapping my fingers around his base, I continue licking and pleasuring his hole with my mouth as I palm him to completion. Arms and legs thrashing, he comes all over his stomach and my hand. I give him a few more kisses on his hole before pressing one to his softening cock, and I lick up the mess he left behind on his smooth, pretty skin.
“Oh Elias. That was . . . I really liked that.”
“I noticed.” I quirk a brow. “You’re so damn responsive to everything I do to you. I feel like I’m going to be the one who’s winning the most every time I have you beneath me.”
“Every time?” He breathes out.
“Yes. What, did you think this was going to be a one and done? Far from it. I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
“You don’t know that,” he says in a whisper.
“I do. And I’ll be thinking about the next time I get to have you again every time you leave.” I crawl up his body, allowing only part of my weight to fall on him.
“If only I didn’t have to.” His lips turn down and I press a kiss to that cute, pouty mouth.
“Yeah, if only. Don’t worry. I’ll think of ways to have you here more. I can visit you on the other side, too, if you want.”
“On base?” His eyes sparkle.
“Yeah. Do you have your own place there?”
“I do,” he says, voice going higher. “I have a duplex with two rooms.”
“I can guarantee we’ll only need one.” I grin, stroking a thumb down his cheek. “Want to watch that movie now?”
“Sure.” He adjusts his clothes while I browse through the different streaming apps, but he ends up choosing a movie before I can . . . and I agree, not caring what we end up watching. I’m more focused on the wiggling, warm body in my arms, and I don’t even remember how it ends because Arien spends the last ten minutes between my legs with my cock in his mouth. Since I’m able to move this time, he asks me to be the only one who does, while he holds still being the perfect cock sleeve. The perfect everything.
After spending more time wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing lazy kisses, I get up and make us dinner. We eat at the table and Arien names some more movies he thinks might be my favorites. As I’m about I give in and tell him the answer, he gets it right.
“Edward Scissorhands,” he says, stabbing a fork into his food.
“You didn’t cheat, did you?”
He laughs, swallowing down another bite. “Anyone who cheats would get the right answer on like the fiftieth try,” he muses.
“It’s been that many, huh?” I cock my head.
“Sure felt like it.” He licks sauce from the corner of his lips, and I wipe the corner he misses with my finger.
“Should we watch it before you have to leave?”
“I’m not sure I did any actual work today.”
“I feel like you still got the outcome you wanted, though.” I kick his foot with mine and he giggles.
“Yeah, except I can’t use that form of therapy on all my patients.”
“No,” I say, rubbing the bottom of my foot over the top of his. “Only the special ones.”
His lips curve. “Yeah, only the special ones.”
Arien helps me clear the table, looking like he’s always belonged in my kitchen in nothing but his lace panties. His purple skin glows under the bright lights as he puts the dishes in the cabinets, and I reach the ones he can’t, sneaking in some kisses. He joins me in the shower, and as we clean one another, we spend extra time in some areas more than others. Shivering as he exits the shower first, I wrap a large towel around him and walk him into the bedroom where I lend him one of my shirts.
