by Lisa Fox
His eyes instantly locked on to her hand and he watched her touch herself with rapt attentiveness. She could hear his breathing pick up in pace and he met her eyes for a brief second before shrugging out of his jacket and lifting off his shirt. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. His cock stood out large and proud between his legs and he stroked the full length of himself as his gaze returned to her pussy.
She smiled at him, extended her legs out in front of her and slowly slid her panties off. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, offering him everything.
He instantly went to his knees before her and kissed her entrance, gently teasing her with little kisses and licks. Her pussy flooded with heat and warmth and she whimpered as he played. A few more licks and then he stood up, ready to fuck.
She reached over to her nightstand, pulled out a condom and handed it to him. He ripped the package open with his teeth and put it on. He traced her instep, her ankle, then slid his hand up her calf. He pulled her toward him, bringing her right to the edge of the bed, and lifted her leg to his shoulder. His cock touched her entrance and she arched her back, needing him to fill her. He held back, teasing her with the length of his cock, tickling and tormenting her wet folds.
He cupped her breast and then bent his head to take her taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked it hard, his teeth tugging and playing, and Rena writhed in his arms, rocking her hips and grinding her clit against his thick shaft. Her hands gripped his ass, trying to pull him inside. “Trask,” she pleaded. She was burning, being incinerated from the inside and she needed him now.
Without warning, he plunged into her and Rena’s hips met his, taking him all the way inside. Their flesh slapped together, the heat and friction escalating between them as their bodies met and parted and met again. Every thrust took him deeper and Rena panted as he took her higher and higher.
The orgasm built within her and she wrapped her legs around his waist to help him push deeper within her. Her pussy contracted around him, milking and clutching his long shaft, and she pressed her head back into the mattress her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm blasted through her.
The peculiar siphoning sensation whirled around her as she came, a tidal wave of agonizing bliss. The pleasure built, but so did the pain, sharp and piercing. Rena winced as the sweeping, excruciating orgasm overtook her. Tears leaked out her eyes and she cried out, losing her mind to the explosive, unbearable pleasure.
When she came to her senses, Trask was stroking her forehead, gently caressing the line between her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, his touch soothing her, easing the pain. “No more tonight. I promise.”
Before she could ask what that meant, he slid back inside her in one long thrust. Her breath caught as he took her fast and dirty, thrusting into her again and again with savage intensity. He quickly reached his peak, driving into her one last time before empting himself with a long, low groan. He collapsed on top of her, and Rena snuggled under his weight. His arms closed around her, gathering her close. They lay quietly together for a while, slowly coming down from their high.
He nuzzled her cheek, her throat, his nose tracing a path over her skin, his warm breath tickling her flesh. His cock was still semi-hard inside her and Rena squirmed, using her pussy muscles to grip him tightly.
Trask lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Are you sure you can handle another round already?”
Rena smiled back. “Why?” she asked, giving him another squeeze. “Are you tired?”
Trask laughed and moved his hips, his cock growing inside her. “Not yet.”
“Good.” They had gotten off to a nice start and now she wanted him slow and deep and long. She wiggled beneath him, needing him harder, but he pulled out completely and Rena sighed from the loss.
Trask laughed and kissed her lips hard. He removed the condom, tossed it into the trash. “Don’t worry, my darling. You’ll have me back soon enough.”
Rena laughed along with him, but her laughter was cut off with a gasp when he cupped her mound. “You get so wet for me,” he murmured, watching himself run his fingers up and down her slit. He met her eyes again and then pushed two fingers inside her.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, her legs trembling from tension and arousal. Her eyes drifted shut as he fingered her and her hips caught his rhythm. He curled his fingers and found that perfect, sweet spot. She gripped his wrist, her fingernails digging into him as she rode his hand. His mouth closed over one of her nipples and liquid lust flooded her pussy as he suckled her.
She let out a low, inarticulate moan as the tension built within her. Just when she thought she had reached the peak and was ready to give over to another mind-shattering orgasm, he pulled his hand away, leaving her empty, unfulfilled.
She whimpered a denial and grabbed for him, but he easily evaded her. He chuckled darkly and ran his middle finger down the center of her body from her chin to her pussy. “As much as I want to watch you get off on my fingers,” he said, his gaze scorching her, “I’d much rather make you wait to come again.”
Rena smiled, ready for this new, fun game. She reached out and touched his face, dragging her thumb over his lips. He was like a dark god beside her and her eyes greedily traveled over the expanse of his chest, taking in the dark hair dusting his pecs and then moving to his navel, following the path down. His gorgeous cock jutted out between his legs and Rena licked her lips, hoping for another taste.
He noticed her gaze and smiled. “Do you want some of that?” he asked. She nodded eagerly and he shifted beside her, bringing his cock to her lips.
She ran her tongue over his head, savoring the salty taste of him. When she opened her mouth to take him in, he moved away, denying her the rest. She wanted to protest, but her breath stopped when he slid his hand between her thighs and parted her legs. He knelt between her splayed legs and spread her pussy open with his thumbs. A shudder ran over her body when she felt his breath on her hot folds and a deep moan escaped her lips when his tongue flicked her clit.
He let out short, satisfied groans as he lapped her, very obviously enjoying himself. His long licks teased her, tormented her, made her moan and writhe and need more, more, more. His thumb pressed against her clit and Rena saw stars. Her hips moved of their own accord, blazing need roiling in her belly.
Again, right when she was on the edge, he stopped. He sat up and his arms went around her waist, flipping her over, face down on the bed. He brought her up on her knees and ran his fingers over her entrance. He plunged into her, gave her a few nice, hard thrusts and then pulled out again.
He repositioned her hips and then nestled himself between her ass cheeks. Rena gasped as he slid the length of his cock over the cleft of her buttocks. His hands gripped her cheeks, digging in as he rocked his hips faster. Rena arched her back, lifting her ass higher for him. Delightful friction built between them, but then he pulled back suddenly, plunging into her pussy. He filled her, giving her every inch of him, but before she could even begin to really enjoy it, he pulled out again, placing his cock between her ass cheeks.
“Rena…” he breathed, the head of his cock pressing against her hole.
Rena’s heart pounded in her chest. She’d only ever had anal sex one time before and nothing about the experience made her want to do it again. The whole thing had been awkward and unrewarding and the only thing she’d felt the entire time, and for days afterward, was sore.
Trask leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of her head, caging her beneath him. She was surrounded by him, engulfed in his scent, his feel, his body. He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot on her skin. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered into her ear. She could feel his lips curl into a wide smile against her throat. “Much.”
His tone was tauntingly sexy and she shifted beneath him to look over her shoulder. He cocked his eyebrow at her, an invitation, but also a challenge. Do you want to play? Are you up for it?
He held her eyes and slid into h
er pussy, letting her appreciate just how vulnerable she was to him, then pulled out, leaving her empty and insanely aroused. His cock pressed back against her hole. Strange, forbidden pleasure washed over her and he smiled darkly.
She licked her lips and smiled back at him. Why not try it twice? It couldn’t be worse than the first time and with Trask… Well, with Trask, lots of things were different. She nodded, her insides bubbling with fear and excitement.
He reached over her to open the nightstand draw where she kept all the condoms and other stuff she inevitably collected at the club and rummaged around until he found a sample bottle of lube. He held it up with a big smile on his face, pleased with his discovery. He opened the bottle and poured a wet stream over the cleft of her buttocks.
She sighed and squirmed as the liquid coated her. She watched him pour some more on his cock and slowly stroke it over his entire length. He smiled as she watched, then he reached out and traced her cleft with his fingertips, smearing the silky liquid around. She jumped when he pushed two fingers inside her tight hole and messaged her from the inside, stretching her out.
“You’re going to like this,” he said, and removed his hand. He gripped her ass cheeks and spread her open. She felt the head of him touch her and then he plunged inside, one long thrust that made her cry out in surprise and pain. He was huge, massive, and it burned like hell. Her breath stopped when he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her.
“Oh, Rena,” he moaned, setting a steady rhythm. “That’s good.”
Rena writhed on the bed as his lube-slickened cock pumped in and out of her. The relentless burning quickly subsided and fiery heat grew in her belly. Never before used nerve endings awoke with erotic intensity, begging for more. Her fingers dug into the mattress and she rolled her hips, pushing back against him.
His hand traced the line of her hip and moved down her thigh. His fingers tickled her lower belly before slipping between her legs. She left out a gasp when he touched her clit. The new sensations assaulted her and her entire body sizzled. He stroked her pussy as his cock dove into her again and again. Tension built within her and Rena moaned mindlessly, trying to drive him deeper.
He chuckled and pushed two fingers into her pussy. “I knew you’d like it.”
His fingers and cock took her higher than she’d ever been. She matched his pace, riding him just as hard as he was riding her. Her release was on the horizon, but when the lights exploded behind her eyes, there was no accompanying sucking sensation, no spiraling, draining stimulation. The orgasm took her breath as it plowed over her, but she missed that strange, wondrous connection with him.
Trask shuddered behind her and groaned, emptying himself into her. He took a deep breath and then slowly, gently stroked her back. With a low grunt, he pulled himself free and lay down beside her.
Rena flopped down on the bed, used and abused and completely content. A small, blissful sigh escaped her lips when he gathered her in his arms, spooning her from behind. He brushed her hair aside to nuzzle the back of her neck and she felt him pause. Her skin tingled as he traced the mark he’d left on her the night before. “This means you’re mine now.”
Shivers ran through her body as he gently explored the bruised skin. He’d said the words lightly, a teasing note in his voice, but there was also something there that was not teasing at all, a dark, serious tone that said he meant every word. It was a little bit scary. And terribly thrilling. “Is that what that means?” she asked playfully. “Who decided that?”
He turned her in his arms so that they were facing one another. “I decided that.”
“Did you?” she asked, charmed and amused with his arrogance. He wasn’t kidding about being confident. “What if I haven’t decided that?”
He kissed her, a slow, thorough kiss that melted everything inside her. She was breathless when he finally released her and his smile said he knew exactly how much he affected her. “I think you have.”
She opened her mouth to deliver a witty retort, but nothing came. He was right.
* * * * *
Rena drifted awake sometime later, warm and cozy and safe. Trask’s strong arms cradled her, holding her gently, and she snuggled into his embrace.
His hold tightened around her and Rena sighed contently. She felt at peace. Happy. This was where she belonged, here in his arms. She rolled over and nuzzled his chest, her lips brushing over his nipple. She lazily opened one eye and gasped, her whole body going rigid in shock. Darkness embraced her, a figure made of a black so black it swallowed the light. It was a mass of raw, sexual energy and her heart pounded in fear even as her pussy moistened in fierce arousal. It stole her breath and she recoiled from its dark power.
“Rena,” it said, and she blinked away the apparition to find a worried Trask beside her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, and scrubbed her hand over her face. “I—it—whoa.” She shook her head. “I must have been dreaming.”
He gripped her biceps tightly, capturing her full attention. “What happened?”
She shook her head again, still trying to make sense of what she saw. “I was dreaming. You were there, next to me. But you weren’t you. Or I guess maybe you were you, but you were more, something else. Different. I don’t know. You were…” She grasped for the right word, couldn’t find it. “Darkness.”
Trask bowed his head and was silent for a long moment. When he met her eyes again, she saw determination in their dark depths. “What you saw was real. I am darkness.”
Rena tried to laugh, but she wasn’t quite in the mood for jokes just yet. Her heart was still hammering a little too hard in her chest. She swatted his arm. “Don’t be silly.”
He caught her hand, held it against his chest, over his heart. “No, you don’t understand.” He met her eyes, imploring her to listen. “Rena, I’m a lust demon.”
“You’re a lust demon?” she asked, unable to keep the incredulousness out of her voice. Why was she only attracted to the weirdos, the insane, the assholes? Why couldn’t she find just one, single, decent, normal man? Was that really so much to ask? “What does that mean?”
He looked at her as though she were the one who was crazy. “It means exactly that. I’m a lust demon.”
Rena sighed. She supposed it could be worse. At least he wasn’t some kind of vampire wannabe. She took a deep breath, ready to tell him to give it up, but something in his eyes stopped her. The words died in her mouth. He was serious.
“This is nuts,” she whispered, and even as her logical, rational mind denied it, a deeper part of her pointed out just how intense he was. How extreme her attraction was to him. There was definitely something different about him. Something darker. Powerful. Her thoughts whirled as indecision warred in her belly. She couldn’t possibly be buying into this. Could she? She glanced over at him. A lust demon? Really? She didn’t think he was lying. Every instinct she had told her that he was telling the truth, that the evidence was right there in his dark gaze. Still, she couldn’t go on instinct alone. She met his eyes. “Prove it.”
He touched his fingertips to her forehead and she gasped as sharp arousal swirled within her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she arched on the bed. She felt the bone-melting delight of a hard cock sliding inside her, the rhythmic pleasure of being fucked. Her pussy was wet, her juices slick on her thighs. Images flooded her mind, her body assaulted by pleasure. Trask on top of her, Trask licking her, Trask deep inside her. The mindless, trembling need for release swelled within her, threatening to wash her away in its fury and then the sucking sensation came, the draining, dreadful pleasure that hurt and felt so good. This time she felt a real and vital connection with him, felt him tugging on her insides, taking her lust and replacing it with total, carnal pleasure. Low, guttural grunts escaped her lips and her hips bucked, needing to relieve the incredible, unbearable tension.
And then it was gone and she was left sweating and panting on the bed.
Rena stared up at t
he ceiling, trying to catch her breath as her body recovered. Her mind was officially blown. He was a lust demon. A demon. Being a demon probably wasn’t a good thing. He looked at her so tenderly. Surely he couldn’t be evil. She hoped not. “So, a demon, huh? Does that mean you’re…bad?”
He brushed her damp hair off her forehead, smoothing it down around her face. “I can be.”
Not exactly the answer she wanted to hear, but it was hardly surprising. She swallowed hard. She had to know. “How?”
“I am lust,” he said, running his fingers over her, lighting a fire in her core. “And lust can be playful and fun.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze and lightly tweaked her nipple. “But it also has a darker side.” He slid his hand down her body, over her ass. With one, hard push, he forced his fingers inside her tender hole, deliberately mixing pain with the pleasure he gave her.
She enjoyed his fingers for a full minute before touching his hand, letting him know it was enough. Any more of that and there would be no more thinking for quite a while. And she wanted to think. She curled into him and rested her head against his shoulder. This beautiful man was a demon. A lust demon. He could make her feel things beyond her wildest imagination. Things like… She stopped as a new thought occurred to her, one that made her a bit giddy. “That feeling. When I come. You’re…” She sought for the word. “Feeding on me.”
“Yes,” he said, running his fingers up and down her spine. His lips brushed her ear and delightful goose bumps formed on her skin. “I love the way you taste.”