by Marks, Rena
“Why not?”
Roderick stood up and pulled his own pants down, and it was Mike’s turn to watch as he stroked his own cock. Together they glanced toward the bedroom.
As they walked toward the bed, Mike slipped his hand into Roderick’s. Entwined his fingers with his and watched his ass as they moved.
“You first?” Roderick asked.
Mike bent over onto all fours on the mattress, his ass pointed at Rod, while he delved into the nightstand for lube. Roderick couldn’t help but reach out to caress the muscles in that smooth ass.
“Put your head down onto the mattress,” he instructed when Mike handed him the lube.
Mike pressed his cheek to the mattress.
“Spread your legs wider,” Roderick said, his voice thick and husky.
Mike did as requested and Roderick gave him a surprise. A sharp, pointed wet tongue, speared directly into the tight muscles of his anus.
“Oh, fuck,” Mike groaned, gripping the sheets while Rod licked his asshole.
Ever so gently, a slippery finger slid into his rim of muscles, lubricating his passage, preparing it for the hard cock that was coming. That finger felt so good.
“I want you not to thrust, try not to come,” Rod instructed. “After I come deep into your ass, I want you to use mine to come in then, okay?”
“Yeah,” Mike said, his voice muffled by the mattress.
He felt the tip of Rod’s cock head stretching his asshole. More pleasure than pain, but to hold off his orgasm he had to not focus on pain.
When Rod slid all the way in with a wet, squishy slap, he began bucking his hips. “Try not to come,” he panted to Mike as he worked his ass. “Remember, I want you to come in my ass, too.”
Mike was trying hard not to think of the cock pounding into him, trying hard not to reach down and stroke his own cock. Rod was so excited, it didn’t take long for him to groan and begin yelling. “Fuck, I’m coming. Sweet ass you have, God, I have to spread your ass wide…”
Large hands gripped his cheeks and roughly pulled them apart. Mike held still as hot cum filled his ass and a quivering cock pulled out. Rod collapsed on the mattress face down next to him and Mike all but jumped up and reached for the lube.
“Spread ‘em,” he demanded and then got the visual that Rod had been watching. He squirted lube right onto the crack of Rod’s ass and began sliding his fingers up and down the hot flesh, before poking a slippery one into his hole.
Slowly, he stuck the tip of his own cock into Rod’s tight asshole and waited for the other man’s muscles to adjust to the strange feelings.
Rod would have none of that. He shoved his hips backward, taking Mike’s whole cock at once.
“Shit, that feels awesome,” Rod groaned. “And I just came.”
“It feels awesome from here, too,” Mike panted. “So tight and hard, and…”
He pulled out and slid his cock again into the tight chamber, not even going slowly.
“Fuck,” Rod yelled. “Yes, fuck me harder.” Because it was pleasure merging with pain and the pain is what tipped him over the edge. Although usually, it was someone else’s. Never had he imagined it could feel this fucking good for himself.
“Oh, son of a bitch, shove that thick cock up my ass faster,” Rod groaned and reached for his own slippery, cum encased rod. He slid his palm up and down it as Mike fucked him.
“Harder?” Mike asked.
“Yeah,” Rod panted.
Mike groaned long and low as his world erupted. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids as his cock emptied deep inside Rod’s tight ass.
He pulled out and they collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Eyelids heavy.
Neither man noticed the very slight shimmer of a light in the corner. The outline of an invisible shape. An unusual horned shape, silently watching.
Sleep hit fast. Roderick was on his stomach when Mike reached out with a warm palm and ran it over the muscular curve of buttocks. He slid his hand up over his back and then curled his body around Rod’s before he closed his eyes.
“There’s a glow in here,” Rod murmured sleepily.
“Must be the clock,” Mike replied, eyes still shut.
The deep twin glows disappeared as the demon dematerialized from the room. Rod turned over and hugged Mike to him. Slowly, Mike wrapped his own arms around Rod.
Chapter Six
The Bitterness of Reliving
Keara’s bedroom was deliberately decorated black and white. Black curtains, black vases. A white bed with a white canopy. She pulled the soft comforter and climbed into the stark sheets.
To remind her of what she was inside. Black and white. Demon and human.
Someday she might be one or the other.
That was her last thought as she drifted to sleep.
She sat under the old tree facing the school she’d attended as a child. She knew she was dreaming, because she’d burned the original building down years and years ago.
She was in the midst of a nasty dream. Her heart raced, the beat thumping throughout her veins like galloping horses. Did she dare pull Caleb in? Like she used to? He was so sweet, the other day. Holding her while she slept, keeping her safe.
It gave her the strength to face Enishka, knowing she’d return to find Caleb in her bed.
So why not? It was the tiniest want, the smallest wish…and then he was magically there. Support during the night tremors.
“You’ve finally contacted me,” the dream-Caleb said with a satisfied tone as he sat beside her.
She shrugged. “Oh, well, I think we both need to admit that I am…well, sort of a psychic who is able to dream of others. You saw my parents, you know I’m not fully human. And you were my friend while I was growing up and the best counselor I’ve ever had.”
“I missed the power you gave me when we visited in dreams.”
“Then welcome back to it, Caleb.”
He reached out and took her small hand in his much larger one. “It’s good to be back. Now, let’s go visit a certain spot in your life, shall we?”
She protested to no avail. He controlled her dreams. She’d allowed it by giving him the power long ago as a child. To keep her from the nightmares and taunts of the other children in the prestigious all-girl school, Luciekynokus.
Immediately, Caleb’s physical body shimmered until he was an invisible hue she could sense but not see. Her counseling force that she could relive memories with, even though she was alone the first time she’d experienced the trauma.
Had she known which memories her dream Caleb was going to pull from her subconscious, she would have woken herself immediately. Instead she walked with him, enjoying the comfortable warmth of his hand in hers, watching as her dream physically clouded and then cleared.
Slowly, her feet dragged her into the childhood boarding school where she used to live. She pushed open the heavy door.
And she stood in her living room with Dean.
“No,” she said in a panicked voice. “Not this.”
Caleb’s voice was light as a whisper, his body immaterial. “Yes, baby. You need to face it and learn a valuable lesson.”
“No?” Dean’s voice responded in the dream as if she’d spoken to him. His smile was tender. “Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?”
“Of course. I mean, oh, hell I don’t know what I meant. Of course I’ll come with you.”
Dean had been heading out of town that weekend, away from his wife and small daughter. He’d just asked Keara to come along with him.
It wasn’t unusual. He had no real relationship with his wife, just two virtual strangers who lived together for the sake of the legalities of a Chinese adoption. According to him, his wife was having a female mid-life crisis and to keep her happy, he’d agreed to the adoption of one-year old Carissa. Once the adoption was final they’d part as friends and he’d get visitation rights.
Carissa was a sweet baby that he frequently brought over to get to know his fiancée. After all, when he an
d Keara were married, she’d be Rissa’s stepmother.
Caleb’s voice was a whisper again. “What do you see this second time around, Keara?”
Keara stared hard at Dean, trying to physically see him through enlightened eyes. He was frozen, returning her gaze. Caleb must have paused the dream like some modern day movie being watched.
Dean was as handsome as he ever was. Blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes, twinkling happily, peered back at her. A sensuous bottom lip curled, begging for her kisses. Her match made in heaven. The perfect mate for her.
An angelic image to balance her demonic looks.
“I don’t see anything negative in the situation.”
“Think, Keara. Look to see his true selfishness.”
“I don’t see it. He was sincere at this point, wanting me to get to know Carissa so she wouldn’t be traumatized by a new stepmother when he left Annie. That’s not selfish.”
“Okay, baby. Did he want you to get to know Carissa? Or was he stuck watching her while Annie was having spa days and he brought her over for visits so you could baby-sit instead? For him?”
“Oh, crap,” Keara said aloud as realization dawned. How many times had he set Rissa down to wander off, leaving Keara to chase after the toddler? Assuming it was more natural for a female to nurture his child?
“See?”
“Okay.”
She conceded to his argument and the dream resumed. Dean leaned in to kiss her. Her heart clenched, thrust right back into the love that they’d shared for so long. As if it had never left.
“I love you, sexy girl,” Dean whispered against her lips. He kissed her again. “My soul mate. My best friend.”
God, she missed him. For this small moment in time she could pretend the love was still real. Back before reality had stepped in to awaken her harshly, like a newborn ripped from the womb and thrust into the cold world.
She smiled slowly, as she had back then during the reality of the situation. “I love you too, baby.”
His lips descended and she tasted the sweet familiarity of the man she missed. Before the bitter hatred had consumed her senses. His tongue met hers in the perfect duel.
Her moan was soft and he pulled away to trail a loving smattering of kisses along her sensitive neck. The usual demon heat raged through her body like an ignition. Sensing her mood, Dean pulled her to him and kissed her deeply to inflame her desire rather than quench it. Odd that he could sense her non-human needs.
His kisses smoldered. They always did between the two of them. The chemistry had definitely been there.
She slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath. A ringing was faint in her ears, growing consistently louder with each passing second. Pulling at her and refusing to let go.
She awakened to the ruthless shrill of the phone.
“Hello?”
“I didn’t feel like sitting around watching you make love to him.” Caleb’s voice was short.
She’d forgotten she was even in a dream. She was silent as she slowly processed the information of past and present, reality and dream. What was now and what was once then.
“So you woke me up?” Her voice was thick and she felt groggy.
“Yes.”
“Okay, I’m awake already. Dream’s done. I’m going back to sleep now. Go away.” She set the phone down with a click. Too bad it wasn’t just as easy to disconnect herself from the situation.
* * * * *
Caleb rang her doorbell later that evening. She answered the door but didn’t look all that happy to see him.
Manners prevailed. She invited him in and sat next to him on the sofa. He plunged in with the reason he was there.
“You need more Dean therapy.” He knew what would happen when he forced Keara to face her past. She would resent him for the pain she had to relive. She would fight tooth and nail to keep from going through it again, even if it meant cutting off things with him.
Pain clenched deep inside at the thought, but he had to persevere. If she hated him forever, it was worth losing her to avoid relinquishing her to hell.
“Dammit, Caleb,” she snapped. “I’m sick of revisiting my relationship with Dean. What is the point?”
“The point is this relationship caused your bitterness. You need to be the one to realize that. The bitterness is what will turn you demon.”
“You are making me bitter. I was fine until you came along.”
“You weren’t fine. You were constantly sucking power and never obtaining your own fulfillment.”
“How do you know if I climaxed or not?”
“How can you even pretend otherwise? You’ve never reached for the stars with any of them.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’ve presented you the stars on a platter. Reach out and take them, baby.”
She almost shivered at the hot whispered breath. Heat swept through her body like ignited fuel. But he watched her ignore it and knew he’d have to fight even dirtier.
“If you won’t be honest, I’ll have to show you.”
“If I allow you to show me,” she said, as haughty as ever.
His smile was grim. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her roughly to him and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Let me down,” she demanded from the vicinity of his rear.
“When I’m ready.”
“Dammit, Caleb. I mean it.”
“So do I.”
They’d reached her bedroom where he glanced around before heading to a dresser. Opening the smaller drawers on top, he found what he was looking for.
He dumped her on her bed where she glared up at him with eyes that glowed with fury. Demon eyes.
“How dare you?”
He didn’t respond, but reached for her wrists, deftly binding them and then tying her to her own wrought iron headboard with the scarf he’d grabbed from her drawers.
“What the hell? Let me go, dammit. Now,” she snarled as she jerked at the bars.
He was done talking to her. Towering above her from where he stood near the bed, he began to slowly undress.
His shirt came off first, whipped over and barely pulling without tearing over his muscular biceps. Exposing the tight musculature of his bared chest, he stood before her with his eyes watching her face.
Hers were glued to his chest and he fought not to smile at her dazed expression.
Slowly her small pink tongue wet her lips and gave him a mental image of that sexy little tool caressing his cock.
He unsnapped his jeans, exposing the silky trail of hair that disappeared down below. He was so fucking hard he wondered if he’d be able to pull his pants down over his swollen cock.
God, he wanted to be buried up to his balls in her sweet, juicy pussy.
He whipped his jeans and underwear over his long legs and groaned when his rock-hard erection was freed. On his knees, he leaned over her body. His cock throbbed and ached, and he decided to give himself a break.
He slowly pumped his hand up and down it, imagining her hand replacing his.
She was breathing hard as she watched him and she’d stopped straining against the scarf.
Her nipples were stiff and poked through the thin cotton of her t-shirt.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and brought it up to rub against her cheek. “Lick me,” he demanded.
She did so much more than that. She was greedy, sucking the head of his cock as though she could squeeze more pre-cum from the tip.
He groaned and slowly pumped his hand up and down his organ while she sucked at the head. He knew he couldn’t take much of this. She’d get a shot more than pre-cum, that was for sure.
“Stop, Keara.”
For once, the naughty little demon obeyed. She pulled away and watched his face, waiting for his next instruction.
He took a deep breath, shuddering as he fought for control. The last thing he wanted to do was explode now when they’d just barely started.
When he was ready, h
e reached over and took the hem of her t-shirt, stretching it up over her breasts. He ran one finger over her tight nipple as he trailed that hand down to her skirt and tugged it lower.
It barely covered her pubic hair. He loved the way she shaved her lips bare and smooth while just a tiny patch of hair was left for decoration. He kissed the flat expanse of skin between her belly button and the skirt and licked a path up and around her navel. She squirmed, trying to spread her thighs open.