“Can I touch your horns? Or is that bad manners in Hell?”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s Hell, Elsie. There’s no such thing as manners in Hell.” He tipped his head forward, and I stroked my hand up the long curve of his horns. They were both smooth and textured, and I stroked back down. Uko’s whole body shivered. They were perfect.
“You know, when I’m standing naked in front of a female, they usually are stroking lower,” he said in a low, amused voice.
You know when you tell yourself not to think of the color red? Or not to stare? Well, I was trying not to think of the word dick, and stare at the aforementioned appendage, but it was impossible when he mentioned it. My eyes dipped down between our bodies, and there it was. The dreaded D. Was it just my imagination, or did it look bigger? Harder?
I swallowed hard and convinced myself that it was just the angle. My cheeks were burning as I took a step back.
“We should get going,” I squeaked.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between us again. His eyes dropped to my lips, his dark eyes looking molten. “I do not think we need to leave this room.”
“Oh?” I squeaked again. It was like my voice had risen an octave all on its own. It couldn’t possibly go any higher without summoning a flock of bats.
He nodded slowly. “I think we should try that big water pit in the bathroom.”
“The hot tub?” I’d been wrong. Apparently, my voice could go up another octave without shattering glass and making dogs howl.
He nodded, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
I swallowed hard and got my wild libido under control. “Okay. I’m sure you must be exhausted after today. We’ll stay in. Watch some Pay-Per-View. Order room service. Use the… hot tub.” I only stumbled a little.
He clapped his hands once, spinning away, his naked ass heading for the bathroom. When he was out of sight, I flopped on the bed and fanned my heated face. Oh god. Shit, I can’t say oh god when I wanted to fuck a demon. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh fuck.
I wasn’t delusional. That was definitely sexual. He was flirting with me. There should be a guide somewhere, in Cosmo or something, for idiots like me who accidentally summon hot demons. In big bold letters, it should say “Do Not Flirt With Demons.”
I could hear the running water as I ordered room service. I just ordered everything that was deep-fried. It was probably lucky Uko was only here for a couple of days, otherwise, they might have to wedge me out the door of my apartment using a boat paddle like a shoehorn.
There was a splash as I assumed the fire demon jumped into the hot tub. You think they’d be more like cats, and have an aversion to water, because they are made of fire, obviously.
But apparently, I was wrong, because when I poked my head around the bathroom door, he was almost fully submerged in the hot tub. I didn’t feel like I was invading his privacy because I’d officially seen his dick for the majority of our acquaintance. “I ordered food.”
“Are you getting in the hot tub?” he asked, sinking down into the water until his dark hair floated around his face.
“Uh, sure, maybe after the food arrives?” I stammered.
He raised his head a little, the tips of his horns glistening. “Get in the tub, Elsie.”
I folded my arms over my chest, so he couldn’t see me all but panting at his naked and wet form. “Hey, who summoned whom here? Besides, I didn’t bring my swimwear. I’ll just hop in after you’re done.”
I squeaked as a huge wave of water hit me. The bastard had splashed me! I dripped onto the floor, the front of my clothes completely drenched. “Oh no. You’re all wet now. May as well get in.”
I bared my teeth at him, and he bared his right back and grinned. Fine. You know what? I wasn’t ashamed of what I had going on. Not anymore. Fuck Cade. I peeled off my wet shirt and jeans, which is way harder to do gracefully when they are soaked. The whole time Uko watched me like he wanted to eat me, which is super hot except that I wasn’t sure if he’d actually eat me eventually. “You know, you could at least pretend to be a gentleman and avert your eyes.”
He gave me a sexy half-smirk. “Being a gentleman in Hell is like being a murderer on Earth. A sure way to get yourself killed.”
I rolled my eyes. I briefly thought of removing my underwear but I wasn’t that brave. I climbed into the warm water, fluffy bubbles hiding everything beneath the surface. The jets weren’t going, and I wondered if Uko didn’t understand between a bathtub and a hot tub.
I reached over and pressed the button to start the jets, and the whooshed to life.
“What in Satan’s fiery ball sack?” he yelled, jumping to his feet. “It’s alive. Quick, Elsie, get out of the water pit!”
He went to grab me, probably to toss me out of the tub until he looked at the expression on my face. My amusement at his response was melting into desire. Because he was standing in front of my face, his rock hard dick literally inches in front of my nose. A dick that had been previously hidden by the bubbles of the tub. A dick that had gotten hard watching me undress to my underwear.
I blinked rapidly, trying to reconnect my synapses. I was so close I could see droplets of water running down his abs, down the hard indents of his obliques, dripping down the length of his cock.
“Elsie.” His voice was rough, and I looked up into his eyes. They were hooded, the black in them swirling with desire.
I tore my gaze away from the power of his stare, but that just meant my eyes went back to his dick. I closed them altogether. “Sorry. It’s just the water jets in the hot tub. It’s meant to relax your muscles. It’s fine. It isn’t alive.”
“Elsie,” he repeated. “Why are your eyes closed?”
I raised my wispy eyebrows without opening my eyes. “Because your cock is in front of my face and I’m embarrassed.”
“Why are you embarrassed?”
His voice sounded closer, but I didn’t open my eyes. I was braver if I didn’t have to look him in the face. “Because I want to taste it.”
A puff of breath against my cheek was all the warning I got before soft lips touched mine. My eyes flew open in surprise as Uko deepened the kiss. I looked straight into his gaze, which was roaming my face as if he was trying to mine it for secrets. When his tongue stroked mine, my eyes drifted closed again and I moaned low in my throat. He floated between my knees and pushed me back against the tub, his hard dick pressed firmly against my center, only my soaked underwear between us. I could say that it wasn’t just bathwater soaking them either.
My hands went up to his hair, curling against his skull as I twisted the wet lengths in my fingers, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist and twisted in the water, so he was sitting on the edge and I was straddling his thighs. When his hands slid down my sides, pressing into the creases of my love handles, I froze.
What the fuck was I doing? Uko was a thousand miles out of my league. Beyond out of my league. I was an amateur and he was the fucking world champion.
His hands stilled at my hesitation, but instead of letting me slink off of his lap, he grabbed my hips, his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks and ground his dick against my core.
Holy hell. I moaned and arched against him, dry humping us both into oblivion.
Uko was making a low, rumbling growl low in his throat as he devoured my lips.
My hands moved up to his horns, and I stroked the smooth underside. His growl morphed into a groan and if it were possible his dick got bigger and harder. His hand slipped between our bodies and moved beneath the waistband of my underwear. His fingers found my clit, and he brushed it with the pad of his finger, making me gasp for air.
“This is what it feels like when you stroke my horns like that,” he growled against my lips, stroking my clit in firm circles.
Bang. Bang. Bang. I startled at a loud thumping on the hotel room door. “Room service!”
Fuck my life.
He nuzzled into my neck, nipping his way up the column of my throat.
More thumping at the door, and he squeezed me tighter. I couldn’t help the girlish giggle that passed my lips as I pulled away. “I’ll be right back,” I said, my voice huskier than normal. I climbed out of the tub and grabbed a robe from the back of the bathroom door. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my lips plump and my cheeks flushed.
I looked sexed up. My cheeks reddened even more as I opened the door to a bored teenage bell-boy, who took one look at me, all mussed and damp from the hot tub, and gave me a knowing look.
He pushed in a cart and spread the dishes across the dining table. I grabbed my purse and handed the kid a twenty as he left. I left the cloches on the plates and went back to the bathroom, suddenly embarrassed. Again. What I’d give to be one of those women who had all the self-confidence, who didn’t overthink every little thing.
I ducked my head back in the bathroom, looking in the direction of Uko but not directly at him. “Food is here. We should eat it while it’s hot.”
Uko was up and out of the hot tub quicker than my eyes could follow. He had his hands under my ass and pressed against the wall so quickly my brain whirled. He kissed me hard, a burning kind of kiss that lit my body up like a Roman candle. “I can taste your embarrassment, your regret. Do not doubt that I will find my way inside your delectable body. I will taste your pleasure on my tongue. Feel your body on my cock.” He slid me slowly to the floor, my aching core hitting every hard edge on the way down, making me moan a little. He threw me an impish grin. “Now, let’s eat,” he purred, and my stomach clenched with heat.
I didn’t think he was talking about the food.
Chapter 3
Uko didn’t bother to put on clothes after getting out of the hot tub, and I stayed in my bathrobe.
We grabbed the food and put it on the coffee table and I showed Uko how to watch Pay-Per-View. I let him choose the movie, and he deliberated it like I was asking him which limb he’d like to remove.
He finally settled on a movie about a talking cat, of all things, and I decided it was a dessert first kind of night. We ate deep-fried ice cream with caramel sauce, which made Uko’s eyes go wide with delight, and I desperately wanted to put that look on his face over and over again. He basically inhaled dessert, then set about devouring southern fried chicken, samosas, deep-fried cheese toasties, and fried green tomatoes. Honestly, he was a bottomless pit, and I guess demon metabolisms worked differently, because there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his long, lean humanoid body.
I nibbled on my cheese toastie demurely, but there was no way I could have put away that level of food. When he was done, he snuggled closer to me on the couch and watched the movie.
Honestly, snuggling with a naked demon who literally made your vagina weep for mercy was not a relaxing experience. My body was strung so tightly, it was a wonder I wasn’t a pretzel. He chuckled softly at the talking cat’s one-liners, his fingers absently stroking the back of my neck. He gripped one of my thighs and pulled it over his lap, letting his fingers trace up and down the inside of my knee, then the inside of my thigh, then higher. When he reached the barrier of my underwear yet again, he huffed out an annoyed sound. “These are my least favorite human invention,” he grumbled, and then tore them off like they were made of crepe paper.
He turned toward me, pushing me back onto the couch and falling to his knees on the carpet beside us. His mouth followed where his fingers had just brushed, kissing and nipping along my thighs until he reached my dripping core and I was panting. His tongue slid in one long, leisurely stroke, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
I hadn’t gotten much oral in my life; Cade had believed that because men did all the work during actual sex, then women should give back with blow jobs. Oral sex was not a two-way street. I argued that he wouldn’t have to do all the work if he tried a position other than missionary. So Uko’s mouth was a fucking revelation.
Uko sucking on my clit pushed all thoughts of my ex and everyone else right out of my head as I arched towards his mouth. He was eating me out like I was his freaking last meal on earth and it threatened to shatter my brain.
My orgasm came out of nowhere and hit me like a baseball bat. I grabbed his horns and ground myself against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure shook me. He wrung every last ounce of pleasure then looked up at me, grinning. His mouth glistened and he licked his lips and I almost came again. He climbed back up on the couch, yanking open my bathrobe and tearing off my bra until I was naked as he was.
“You make me so fucking hard,” he said in a low, gruff voice. “Like you were made to take my cock.”
Well, I was going to have to pay damages for this couch now because I’m pretty sure I just gushed everywhere.
He sat back on the couch and pulled me onto his lap. The runes on his skin were still shifting around, and I leaned forward chasing them with my tongue. One moved across his chest, one down over his nipple making him groan and press up against my entrance. When all the marks headed toward his dick, I was beginning to wonder if Uko had control over them.
Was I meant to follow them with my tongue?
I went to move down so I could taste his dick, but he grabbed my chin and dragged me back up. “Ignore them.” He kissed me deeply, and his dick found my entrance and we both stilled. He looked me in the eye. “Are you ready?”
“I thought you said Hell didn’t breed gentlemen?” I said as I nodded.
He gave me that lopsided grin. “Don’t tell my boss,” he teased and then impaled me on his huge ass dick.
I let out a weird sound between a moan and a squawk. The stretch walked the perfect line between too much and not enough and I let the sensation wash over me. Then he began to shift my hips, and I rode him in a rhythm that was just perfection. Before I had time to catch my breath, I was coming again, my body clenching tightly around his, making us both moan low and long. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his mouth fucking mine in time with our bodies, and it was all too damn much. He had two handfuls of my ass and it was like he was trying to thrust so far into me that we’d become one.
He twisted on the couch effortlessly so that he was above me, still maintaining the same punishing pace. The change in position meant he was hitting all-new magical places and I was coming again.
“Uko!” I screamed, uncaring who heard this time. I wrapped my body around his like a freaking limpet, my body sweaty and my thighs like jelly. But he kept going.
“Uko, I can’t,” I gasped as he continued, getting wilder and harder.
“You can. One more, Elsie. Satan’s asshole, you feel so damn good.” He lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder, continuing to pound into me. His movements were getting less measured, wilder, and when he turned and bit my inner thigh, piercing the tender flesh, the pleasure-pain made me hit the motherlode of orgasms. I blacked the fuck out. My eyes rolled so far back I saw my brain. He came with me, roaring like an animal as he emptied himself inside me. He fell forward, covering my body with his own, muttering in a language that wasn’t even remotely human.
Finally catching his breath, he pulled out and I gave a sad little mewl at the loss. He flopped down beside me and gathered me to his chest.
“I didn’t realize demons snuggled,” I murmured against his pecs as he chuckled, giving the skin beneath my lips a little nip. All his weird moving ink was settling back around his body, but they were different now. “Uh, Uko. Your ink is now blue?”
He looked down at his chest. “Ah, they do that when they’re happy.”
I stared at the little squiggle near my face. It was blue and kind of fuzzy, a weird little spiral-shape that twisted this way and that. “They? You talk about them like they are alive.”
He stroked his long fingers thr
ough my hair. “They’re parasites. So I guess they kind of are.”
I backed away from the one on his chest. “Parasites?”
He nodded. “Well, kind of. They are the souls of imps. Lesser-lesser demons, I guess you’d say. They don’t get reborn, so to prolong their existence, they bargain to hitch a ride on one of us. They feel our pleasure, pain, happiness, anger, that kind of thing. Which is why they all headed to my dick,” he laughed this time.
I gasped. Those tiny, squiggly little perverts. “Are they sentient?”
He bit his lip. “No, not really. They just kind of feel. They are a soul, not a mind. I guess I am sentient for them. Once their souls attached to me, they became little fragments of my soul. They change color depending on what I feel.”
I grinned. “Aww, like tiny, moving mood rings. I like it.”
He stroked my hair and hugged me tighter. “I’m glad because I accidentally transferred one to you.”
I shot up into the sitting position. “You gave me the demon version of an STD?” I screeched, searching my arms and torso.
“A what? Calm down, Elsie. It’s here.” He lifted my knee, spreading my thighs, exposing my heated flesh to the cool evening air, and I shuddered. Then I saw the little swirl on my inner thigh where he bit me. It moved around sluggishly as if it was as confused as I was. “It won’t affect you at all. You aren’t a demon, you didn’t bind it. It’s still attached to my soul.”
I swallowed hard. “Did you just give me a piece of your soul accidentally?”
He had the good grace to look a little abashed. “Yes. I’m sorry. Well, I am not really sorry, because I like the idea of you having a little piece of me after I’m gone.”
I looked up into his face, seeing the gentleness there. Apparently, demons could be romantic as hell too.
I laid back down on his chest, pushing down the emotions that threatened to rise up and cause a riot. He kissed the top of my head. “Would you like to go and test the giant bed? I think I might be feeling hungry again.”
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