Page 26 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
Twelve
Elias
Arien lies beside me on my bed in another skirt and no shirt. My fingers itch with need when he throws his leg over mine, sliding it up my thigh as he turns fully into me. “Hi.”
Staying silent, I move my eyes around as much as I can, watching every move he makes with his hands. At first, they slide up and down my side, over my clothes. Then he drags them down again in a sweeping motion, and this time when they come back up, he shoves them under my shirt.
Tingles cover the skin he touches and it’s like a fire is burning within me when what he’s doing isn’t enough. My eyes are stuck on that sultry mouth slathered in shiny lip gloss.
“You feel this good everywhere?” he asks between pants, as his fingers travel to my stomach and spread along my pecs. “You do here.”
With stuttering breaths, he undoes the tie in front of my pants and slides them halfway down my hips. “Here too.” He grins, pressing his fingers to the tip of my swollen cock head. “Want to see you get wet for me.”
I want him to see me too. As I’m wishing for more light, he reaches behind him to turn on the lamp. “Much better,” he says, returning his fingers to my shaft, sliding them up and down.
A moan escapes my lips. I’ve cried like this before, but never have I made a sound I’ve enjoyed. Shrieks and whimpers yes, but only because I wanted to move . . . to snap out of my torturous trance. I don’t want to now, not if it means he’ll disappear when I do. I want him to keep drawing pleasure and excitement from me. I want him to keep me with him.
Giving me gentle tugs, he kisses my neck and his tongue traces along my pulse point. I don’t deserve this. I really don’t. This is too good for someone like me. He’s too good. My brother is the one who needed the light in the dark. He needed a blessing in disguise. Why in this moment does it feel like it was saved for the wrong person?Wasted.
“I want to kiss your mouth, but I want our first one to be when you can kiss me back. So we’ll save that for later. For when I come over and you can touch me back. I really can’t wait, Elias.”
I can’t either. I’m so greedy for him. Those soft hands exploring random parts of my body while creating so much bursting pleasure inside me, and those soft lips leaving kisses all over my face.
Keeping his eyes lock on mine, he slides down my body and doesn’t move his hand from my cock until he’s able to replace it with his warm, welcoming mouth. He chokes a little, with sloppytongue movements and too many teeth at first. Has he never done this before?
“Sorry. I’ve never done this to someone before.”
My insides light up, my heart smiling at the gift he’s giving me. He has no idea either. I’m not sorry at all.
His light-pink tongue darts out of his mouth, swiping a stripe across my slit, and his eyes widen as he sucks on my precum. He swirls his tongue around my base, working his mouth up and down, using fewer teeth this time. He uses his hand and his mouth to drive me to the edge, sparking life into my body, and I swear I can see those broken pieces I thought I left behind when I lost Brody. They float around me, linking together before finding their way back to me.
He takes me deeper, and I hit the back of his tight throat. He’s like a vise around me, tugging on me every time he swallows me down. Shaking, I come, and he disappears when my body moves too much, my muscles going limp from the exploding orgasm, and I tense all over as I shoot my load down his throat.
Licking and sucking, he gathers as much as he can, returning to me with bloodshot eyes and heavy breaths. Cum drips down his chin and he smiles up at me dreamily. So fucking pretty. Wiping his face and shoving what he missed the first time into his mouth with his fingers, he crawls up my body. He slides my pants back up, tucking me gently back inside, and he kisses my cheek.
“I look forward to doing that again tomorrow. So much yummier than any candy I’ve ever had.”
Humming sweetly, he buries his face in my bare chest and lies with me until I’m able to move again. Once he’s gone, I reach for the notepad on my nightstand and scribble down a few words.
Feel free to taste it anytime you grow bored again.
Dropping the pen, I head for the bathroom and take a quick shower, then I warm up some leftovers and park myself on thecouch with my food in my hands. A movie is already playing when I look at the TV.
The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Shaking my head, I swallow back the laugh threatening to crawl up my throat. They’re easier to deprive myself of when they’re genuine—the fake ones don’t take as much effort after so much practice. But it’s the smiles I still struggle with . . . except for when I see him in my dreams.
Shoving a bite of enchilada in my mouth, I turn up the volume and scoot closer to the edge of the couch. This has to be one of his guesses. At least that’s what I think until I look closer and see a note that says, “This is my favorite.”
My next two hours are spent watching the movie and tidying up my house. Feeling restless afterward, I take down some boxes from the top of my closet and go through some of my brother’s things. So many pictures of him camping and hiking. So many pictures of us in our house.
I trail my fingers over the fishing lures I painted for him. I used to have favorite hobbies, but I buried them with the boxes when I left the town I grew up in. Going through more of his fishing gear, I stumble upon a necklace from a store whose name I’ve seen somewhere before. It’s gold and looks expensive. Was it a gift from someone? Sucking in a breath, I put it back and lift one of his shirts. I bury my nose in the fabric, smelling a hint of him there. His spicy cologne and sunblock.
Tears well in my eyes and I sob into the piece of clothing, folding in on myself. This is all I have left of him. All I’ll ever have left.
Minutes pass with me sitting on the floor surrounded by my brother’s things, and I stare into the void, feeling paralyzed in a different way. My phone rings and I ignore it at first. After stopping, it goes off again, and I peel myself off the floor to grab it from the living room.
“Hello?”
