by Mia Downing
“Shave?” Eyes wide, he rubbed his slackened, chiseled jaw. “What if I cut myself? Demons don’t bleed per se, but what if…” He shuddered and paled.
“No one has bled out while shaving.” I hoped. I gestured toward his room. “Go get undressed.”
“I can do that here.” The cufflinks came off next, clinking in his palm. “I told you, I’m not sleeping over there.” His head jerked in the direction of my spare room.
“It’s your room now.”
“Why would I sleep there when I can sleep here, with your sweet ass pressed to my cock and my hands cupping your tits? I liked that.”
Leave it to Leo to be romantic. To be honest, I had liked it that one night, too. I’d felt safe, warm, and protected. I’d always had nightmares of my past. People sneaking into my room, me fending them off… A demon in one’s bed was probably the best protection a girl could have.
I sighed in defeat. “We’ll see.”
“Okay.” But the dirty smirk said he’d won.
I made quick work of his clothes, trying hard not to get distracted by six-foot-one of hard, gorgeous male. If I had to sell my soul, at least I’d gotten a handsome devil. And he was definitely hard…all over. So hard, his slacks tented deliciously beneath the expensive fabric. He seemed to like being undressed, especially when my fingertips skimmed that hard-on as I lowered the zipper. I took his boxers and slacks down in one swift yank.
He stepped out of the pants and grinned down at me. “Like what you see?”
“I don’t know.” Shyness took over as I rose, busying myself with placing his pants on the chair. The “no magic” thing had taken the wind out of my bravery. “Give me a moment to take it all in.”
“Olivia. Look at me.”
I met Leo’s smoldering gaze and found the power to take the eye candy journey downward.
Yes, his face was more than model-perfect in a rugged way. One can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, so why would they give me an ugly demon? Gorgeous eyes, firm jaw, perfect nose, dimpled chin. The broad shoulders, firm chest, and nicely defined abs swirled the lust always a zing away from the surface. He wasn’t ripped in a body builder way, either. Just nicely defined and definitely sexy. Maybe the contract had something to do with it, because that’s what I liked.
I made a twirling motion with my finger. His brows flew up and confusion reigned for a moment before he got it. He slowly turned, giving a sexy cock to his hips and a flex to his biceps as he showed off his back and ass.
I shook my head and swallowed the laugh at his boyish antics. And yeah, the rear view was as sweet as the front. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his firm ass topping tight thighs. I loved firm thighs coated with just a bit of hair.
“The good stuff is in the front, you know,” Leo chided over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah. You can turn around.”
“Do I pass muster?”
“You’ll do.” That’s not what my aching girl bits thought, though. They’d be holding posters that screamed, He’s fine and he’s mine. All for the price of one soul.
Leo snorted and turned. “I’d be hurt if I didn’t know better.”
Blushing, I whirled and shucked the rest of my clothes, slapping his roaming hands as they appeared from behind me. Then I fumbled for his hand and hauled him toward the bathroom, sending him down the hall with a slap on the ass as I stopped at the linen closet. “Go turn on the water.”
I grabbed towels, went into the bathroom to deposit them on the rack, and paused to light a few candles on the little wall shelf and the sink counter.
Leo stood in front of the shower, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What?” I burnt my finger and blew on it. “You couldn’t figure out how to turn on the water?”
I shoved him out of the way and reached inside to turn the dials. I loved my shower and it had sold me on the apartment when I’d been looking. While the rest of the place had a long list of complaints, the bathroom had been newly refurbished with updated gray tile, the shower fitted with several jets. The little shower seat at the end could hold me or my shampoo or now a guest as I did dirty things to him. Of course, I’d never contemplated it that way before, but as I stepped back and eyed the horny man at my side, I figured it was fate.
Only the horny man wouldn’t get in.
“Well?” I gestured impatiently. “We can’t have dirty shower sex out here.”
“Will it hurt?” He still wore a look of horror mixed with fascination on his face as he stared at the stream of water and the billowing steam.
“It’s not holy water.” I shoved him, and he didn’t budge.
“Holy water doesn’t burn.” That earned me a chuckle.
“Just stick your hand under there and see. I promise it’s not deadly. The hairless monkeys shower every day.”
He glared but lifted a hand and eased it under the water. A look of wonder morphed into a huge smile. “It feels good.”
“Yes, I told you it would.” I shoved, and this time, he stepped in.
“Oh, sweet Lucifer!” He turned under the stream of warm water, shaking his head as water sprayed him in the face. He turned one more step and settled so the water jetted onto his back, down the rippled muscles. “This is amazing. Tell me why I haven’t tried this.”
“Uh, magic?” I turned another dial and got the side jets going, too.
“Ohh.” He groaned, his eyes closing with ecstasy. I tried to get under the water, and he shooed me away. “Go away. I don’t want to share.”
“Okay, fine, Mr. Greedy Demon. No shower sex.”
He opened one hooded eye, then the other. I never thought I’d see the day someone that sinful would contemplate a shower over sex. “Wait.”
“I thought that would get your attention.” I picked up the bar of soap, lathered my hands, and stepped forward. I ran a soapy hand from his neck downward, massaging his chest, tweaking his nipple. He sucked in a breath, his eyes wide with new appreciation.
“Imagine how fun sharing could be.” I’d never soaped a guy, nor had I ever showered with one. So a sinful thrill washed over me, so to speak, as I stepped under the water and pressed my breasts to his soapy chest, his erection flush against my belly. “My hands all over your slippery body…”
“Mmm.” It came out as a half-growl of appreciation. His arms wrapped around me, pressing me closer as his mouth claimed mine in a hot kiss that skipped “Hello” and went straight to “Let’s fuck.” His tongue swept deep into my mouth, stroking, teasing, and devouring. The desire stole my breath and left me weak-kneed, grasping his biceps to stand. He broke the kiss to nibble my neck, one hand tracing my collarbone.
My soapy hands found his chest, spreading the suds along his pecs as I shoved gently. He stepped back, the water sluicing down his shoulders. I turned the shower head setting to a massaging one.
Leo groaned with joy as he leaned back into the spray. “Sweet woodchucks, that’s good.”
“What’s with the woodchucks?” He’d mentioned them before. I soaped up his nipples, playing with the flat nubs as I made generous circles over his chest, making my way down his abs.
“They’re one of God’s creations that Lucifer wishes he owned. Those fat little things go in the gardens, wreak havoc, and turn people into maniacal killing machines bent on owning a furry pelt over some tomatoes. It’s the perfect weapon on four legs.” Leo shrugged. “It’s the ‘in’ saying in Hell right now.”
Who knew Hell had a hip culture? “The gardener from Caddy Shack would agree with you, but I’d keep the saying to yourself when you’re up here.”
“What’s Caddy Shack?”
“A movie. We’ll watch it sometime. You’ll find perverse pleasure in it.” I crouched and lathered his firm thighs coated in a light dusting of dark hair. His cock bobbed near my cheek, but I ignored it, saving the best for last.
Leo grinned down at me. “While you’re down there…”
“Patience.” I continued soapi
ng his calves, trying hard not to smile. Such a guy.
I stood, rubbing my body up his towering frame, his shaft sliding between my breasts and then along my belly. When I reached the top, I hesitated. The desire pounding through my veins wanted me to kiss him. Willingly. A part of me didn’t like that.
He seemed to sense the battle, because he contemplated me through hooded, amused eyes. I slipped a hand behind his head and guided him down, hoping he’d take the lead. Nope. I tugged harder, rising on my tiptoes to make it easier to meet his lips. I slid mine along his, my tongue darting to lick the seam of his mouth, begging him to open.
A growl rewarded my efforts. I slanted my lips bolder across his, stroking his tongue with mine, exploring his mouth in the way my hands had adventured over his body. Need tingled my nerves and pulsed in my core, and I suddenly wanted him inside me to quench the fire. My hand skimmed between us, and I boldly took his shaft in my hand, squeezing.
This groan, guttural and sexy, reverberated in my mouth and made the ache sweeter. As if unable to control himself, Leo’s shaft jerked in my hand. I liked that, and I smiled under his lips.
His hand dove between my legs and skimmed the wetness to part my slit, delving for that hard nub with skill that had me panting.
Breaking the kiss, he growled, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I didn’t need another invitation. I spun, hands slapping the wet wall, my ass thrust out eagerly. His hands grasped my hips, and the head of his bare cock slid along my folds, gathering moisture. I’d always wished I was dainty and smaller, but now being only a few inches shorter had advantages. He lined up perfectly, with only a tiny bend in his knees and minimal arching on my part.
“Condom,” I reminded.
“Oh, sure. The magic allows for safe sex but not for me to earn a living.”
“If it doesn’t allow for a condom, we’re in trouble.” I made a vow to add them to the grocery list. This questing sweep of the tip along my folds had a different feel. “Things okay back there?”
He ran a hand up my spine as the head teased my entrance. “I had the magic change brands. This is a lambskin condom. It’s supposed to conduct more body heat and feel better.”
I pulled away. “I’m not going to get demon clap, am I?”
“Only humans carry disease.” He punctuated that statement with a huffy sniff that said he was above that sort of nonsense.
I didn’t need more invitation than that. “Then fuck me.”
Within the blink of an eye, his hard shaft filled me in one satisfying thrust. His hand found my clit, and I moaned at the shock of intense pleasure as he circled the nub with precise strokes. The slap of his skin against mine as he surged, his fingers digging into my hips, the harshness of his breath in my ear… All of it took me higher, the orgasm climbing to dizzying heights at a rapid pace.
He pinched my clit—hard—and I sank that basket into one hell of an orgasm.
Thank God his hands supported my hips as my knees quivered on each hard pulse of my core around his shaft. This…I felt like I’d drunk the Kool-Aid and found the rapture. Each ripple of muscle down below sent a shock wave through my body, tingling every nerve from head to toe.
Behind me, Leo stilled and then slammed into me once more, groaning like a mad man as he bent to kiss my back. Finally, he went still, and together we sank to the shower floor in a heap of skin and heavy breathing. Leo’s hands roamed my curves in slow, sensual strokes as the water streamed down.
“I never…” Leo murmured, more under his breath than to me.
“Never what?” I asked anyway, ever nosy and keen to get more dirt to serve my cause.
“I’ve never felt like this.” He kissed my shoulder.
“I can’t compare it, but shower sex is damned good.” I turned on the hard tile to see his face better.
He cradled me closer. “Sex has always been…sex. Good. Satisfying. Sinful. Sex with a demon is always better for the human participant, but…”
I rocked with fresh shock as I traced a water driblet down his chest. “You really enjoyed this.” Probably more than he was willing to admit.
“Yes.” Swallowing, he avoided my gaze by studying my hand, clasped in his.
“Have you ever signed a virgin before?”
Brow furrowing, he thought for a long moment. “No.”
“Well, maybe signing with a virgin’s blood makes the contract…different. In more ways than we’ve discovered.”
“Maybe.” Then his body stiffened, and he frowned. “This doesn’t change anything except the fact that this is proof there’s no need to be enemies. We can work well together.” A heavy but was implied.
“I guess so.” Just like that, any gain I’d held disappeared. I untangled myself from his heated body and stood to turn off the shower. “We need to get up before we turn into wrinkly prunes.”
He grunted and rose. “What are prunes?”
I showed him his water-logged hands, and his eyes widened in horror.
I laughed. “It will return to normal in no time.”
He shook his damp head. “I am not going to like being without magic.”
Inside, I smiled an evil smile that would tarnish my soul whole bunches.
No…you aren’t going to like it at all, Young Grasshopper.
Chapter Fourteen
I jolted awake to someone shaking me. Again. Hard. Sunshine streamed brightly through blinds I’d forgotten to close, hitting me smack in the eyes. The shaking stopped, but the firm hand on my arm could only belong to one demon, since that contact sent a tingle straight to the lady bits.
I groaned and slammed a pillow over my head. “Go away, Leo.”
“Olivia.” My name was followed up with some demonic mutterings that sounded a lot like swearing. The bed sagged as Leo shifted around. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get a watch.”
“Olivia.” The shaking grew to earthquake proportions. “For the love of woodchucks, I am late for work.”
The panic in his voice caught my interest, and I rolled onto my side to peer at him from under a corner of the pillow. He stood at the side of the bed, doing something to his clothes still laid neatly over a chair.
I yawned. “I didn’t realize you punched a clock.”
“I do, to some extent. Samuel is going to have my head, and…I have to dress.” He flung his clothes in the air with frustration. “And I have this odd feeling down below.” He gestured to his semi-erect dick. “I have no clue what to do with that.”
I bit back a laugh. “Don’t you remember from when you were human?”
“Just tell me what to do with this.” He’d gripped his cock at the base and angled it my way.
When would I stop blushing when I looked at his junk? “That’s morning wood. And you probably have to pee.”
Oh, the look of horror… His gorgeous eyes couldn’t get any rounder, matching the “O” his perfect lips formed. Then his jaw snapped shut with a loud click. “I don’t…pee,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Magic takes care of that.”
“In this house, you will pee, and fart, and whatever we hairless monkeys do for bodily functions. You get to come.” I sat up, tugging the sheet to cover me as he prowled back and forth, new phone in hand.
“Yes, well, demon cum is special,” he said in a matter of fact tone.
I had to laugh. “Not all humans like the substance.” David had spilled on my hand many a time after I’d jacked him off or blew him. I refused to swallow. And the jerk still hadn’t screwed me.
“You’ll see.” Leo brushed that aside as if it were trivial.
I doubted that, but I wasn’t going to fight him over it. He did this dance that made me think of a pre-schooler in line for the potty, and he looked just as clueless as he did it. “You better get to the bathroom before you have an accident.”
He tore his attention from his phone to glare down at his dick. Then he handed me his new phone with exasperation. “Please tex
t Samuel and let him know I’ll be late. I just can’t do any of this without magic.”
“Mental texting isn’t working?”
“Just do as I ask.”
I guessed not. I sent the text and handed him back his phone. “There you go.”
“You don’t have to...” He gestured toward the bathroom with a smile that bridged on desperate. His skin reddened, the blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.
“I peed in the middle of the night. I’m good for now. I’m not holding your dick for you, so make sure you hit the toilet.”
“Okay.” He swallowed, nodded, and headed to the bathroom with purpose. “I’m going to quickly shower and…you know.”
“I hope it all comes out okay.”
The bathroom door slammed.
I got up and made coffee. And decided that Leo’s humanization should begin with breakfast. I had no clue what he liked besides toast, so I whipped up bacon, toast, and made a cheese omelet.
“What’s this?”
I turned from the stove and my own omelet. Leo stood in the doorway in a dark gray suit. I loved his broad shoulders, and the way his shirt emphasized his neck…and the big hickey right above his shirt. Oops.
“Breakfast.” I gestured to his neck with the spatula. “Um. Is Samuel going to be pissed about the hickey?”
Leo shrugged. “The magic will take care of the imperfection when I depart.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know whether to be sad or happy that Samuel wouldn’t see my mark on his son. “Well, sit. Eat quickly. I wasn’t sure what you liked besides toast.”
“I shouldn’t. I need to go.” His stomach growled loudly, and he sat. I wanted to laugh at the skeptical, suspicious glare he cast his plate, his nose wrinkling. “I haven’t had breakfast in eons. I’ve only had to suffer through lunch or dinner.”
His stomach growled again, protesting the wait.
“Eat.” I pointed to his plate. “It’s not going to bite you. It’s eggs.”
“Eggs.” Leo nodded, and the wrinkle smoothed. He picked up his fork and poked at the fluffy layers. “I’ve had eggs. Centuries ago.”