Page 90 of The Fallen
"That's it," I found myself whispering.
So cringe. This was a fucking demon. He didn't need words of encouragement. But when I said it, he traced the length of my dick, making it twitch. This time, he didn't immediately run away. He pulled his hand back for a moment and then set it back down, feeling my length, touching the tip, rubbing his fingers over the wet spot as it soaked through the fabric.
I pushed my hips up for more, unable to help myself, feeling like I was going a little crazy.
"More," I gasped. "Grab it."
He did as I instructed, wrapping his hand around my shaft. When his fingers slid through the slit of my boxers, I moaned and reached up, gripping the pillow under my head to keep from bucking into his hand or grabbing it and showing him how I wanted him to do it.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Stroke me. Please."
He did, dragging his fist all the way up and down the length until I was practically arching off the bed.
When I opened my eyes, he was facing me, watching my expressions as I pumped my hips up to meet his hand, unsuccessfully biting back moans.
I sounded loud in the silence of my apartment and the stroking sounded loud too, the swish of fabric and his hand sliding up and down.
I looked up into his face--or where it was if I could make it out, suddenly overcome with how crazy this was. He was still in a fucking cloak. He'd appeared out ofnowhereand I hadn't batted an eye at the opportunity to get felt up by him, yet here we were, and I didn't give a damn because it felt so fucking good.
With a heady gasp, I reached down, not thinking as I caught his hand, clutching his fist tight around my cock while the otherheld his wrist still and cum erupted from my tip, soaking our entwined fingers.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, squeezing tight around the contractions, eyes shut as I rode through the pleasure.
When I finally collapsed back, limp and gasping, I realized that I was still holding onto him.
He hadn't disappeared. He had let me and when I opened my eyes, he was still watching me so closely.
Slowly, I forced myself to release him.
"Sorry," I muttered.
He didn't say anything until I looked up into his shadowy hood.
"Thank you," he whispered.
I blinked.
Before I could joke about how that was my line, he was gone.
Damn. I'd gotten off, but I hadn't gotten his name or why he'd been coming to me specifically.
Oh well, I would have to ask tomorrow.
"Is therea reason you come to me?" I asked in the quiet of night. "Or do you visit other people too?"
"Just you," he whispered back.
I was curled up on my side in bed, watching him. He was standing by the window, the same spot where he always first appeared. The creepy shadow of a guy in a hooded robe. Although, it almost seemed like more of a costume now than something to be afraid of. Funny how getting a hand job from your stalker demon could make them seem less ominous.
"But why?" I asked, eager to make sure I didn't waste another night without getting some answers.
"You can be awake and asleep at the same time. It is a doorway."
"A doorway?" I repeated, chilled. That was one of the most unnerving things I'd heard. "What do you mean? Are there other demons coming through it? Into my home?"
He shook his head.
"At first, it was like a window, but the more I looked inside, the thinner the glass became."
