Page 16 of Demon (Mystic Guardians #3)

Chapter Sixteen

C allan

Lonnie beat him to the punch. He grabbed Callan by the back of the neck, then crawled up his body to wrap his arms and legs around him. Callan filled his palms with Lonnie’s plump ass, holding him up as Lonnie attacked his mouth. His sweet tongue slid in to stroke Callan’s, his moves almost desperate. Endorphins flooded Callan’s entire body, and he quickly carried Lonnie into the hall toward the bedroom but didn’t make it there because Lonnie’s tongue felt too good. He pressed Lonnie into the wall in the hall, deepening the kiss, licking Lonnie’s parted lips before sending his tongue deep into his mouth.

Callan was desperate to get inside this man. “Want you so fucking much,” he murmured against Lonnie’s lips. “I’m burning for you.”

“Me too. Fuck, you can kiss.”

Callan speared in his tongue again in response, loving the sensual slide of Lonnie’s tongue meeting his. He tasted wonderful, a flavor so unique it ramped up Callan’s lust. He could easily become addicted to that taste, and he delved into Lonnie’s mouth for every bit of it.

Callan reveled in the feel of Lonnie’s soft belly against him, kneading his delicious ass. Everything about him was just perfect, especially the fit of his body against Callan’s.

And oh, he kissed with an abandon that made Callan dizzy. His hands clutching Callan’s biceps with tight fingers. When he ran his hands up to link them around Callan’s neck and pressed even closer, Callan growled into his mouth before carrying him into the bedroom.

He set Lonnie on his feet so he could start on the buttons of his shirt. Lonnie, flushed and lust-drunk, looked down at what he was doing, but something in his expression gave Callan pause. He stopped halfway down and lifted Lonnie’s chin with one finger. “You want this?”

Lonnie nodded. “I do. I’m just a little shy.”

“Love your body. Want to see it.”

His little professor was silent a few moments as he met Callan’s gaze. Then he raised his hands to finish unbuttoning his shirt. “I just don’t think I could handle it if you’re disappointed.”

“That’s not possible,” Callan whispered as he leaned down to kiss Lonnie. He said against his lips, “To me, you are beautiful. I’ve told you this. I don’t lie.”

“You’re beautiful, too.”

Callan smirked. “Now I know you lie. I have a face only a mother could love.”

“That’s not true and I’m going to prove it to you. Show you how much I like your face. I like you. Period. Your grumpy expressions and the sweet gifts. You’re special, Callan. And then there’s your body. God, Callan, your body is amazing.” He tugged at the hem of Callan’s T-shirt. “Show it to me.”

Callan lifted his shirt over his head, giving a full body shudder when Lonnie’s mouth dropped open and his hands instantly went to Callan’s belly.

“Fuck, you’re ripped. And big.” He stroked his palms up Callan’s pecs, brushing over his nipples. He stopped to trace several scars that Callan wore proudly, testaments to his many years filled with battles. A very sultry smile curved Lonnie’s sexy wide mouth. “Are you big everywhere?”

Chuckling, Callan opened his jeans and slid them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang free, and Lonnie’s eyes shot open wide as he immediately reached down to wrap his fingers around it. His hand felt good as he squeezed. Callan sucked in a sharp breath.

“I knew you would be this gorgeous, and this is the nicest dick I’ve ever seen.” His cheeks were flushed red, pupils dilated as he looked back up at Callan without letting go. “What do you like? Are you a top or bottom?”

“Mainly top, but I like bottom as well.” He liked that Lonnie didn’t assume his preference because of his size. A lot of people still did that—assigned roles based on appearance—and to him, that was just plain nonsense. Pleasure was pleasure, and as far as he was concerned, it all felt good.

“I’m going to tell you something,” Lonnie whispered as he stroked his hand up and down Callan’s cock. “I was hoping we’d get together tonight, and I had a very thorough shower.” He grinned. “Very thorough.”

Between Lonnie’s hand on his dick and the images of Lonnie cleaning himself in the shower, lust roared through him. He growled, kicked off his shoes, jeans, and underwear, then raced to get the rest of Lonnie’s clothes off. When his perfect little body was completely naked, Callan paused to look his fill before he picked him up and pressed him into the wall. “Did you look at page one hundred and seven in the book?”

“Callan, I’ve looked at all the pages. Several times over.”

“Good. That page is my favorite.” He ground his hips into Lonnie, who gasped, wrapping his legs around Callan’s waist.

“I don’t know page numbers, couldn’t even read them since the book is in a different language, so you’re going to have to show me.”

“I have to get my condoms.”

“There’s some in my bedside drawer,” Lonnie gasped out again, writhing against Callan. “Oh my god, hurry!”

Callan had no intention of hurrying. He wasn’t a small demon, and he’d be making sure Lonnie was prepped enough. But he was feeling the urgency himself, every muscle in his body tense in anticipation. Lonnie’s condoms wouldn’t be the right size, so he set Lonnie on his feet. “Stay right here.”

He hurried into the room he was using and grabbed his condoms out of his bag, nearly running back into Lonnie’s room. His hurry must have been amusing because Lonnie tilted his head back in one of his bright laughs. The utter joy on his face made Callan’s heart tighten, and he couldn’t help but grin back. Lonnie watched as he donned a condom then started to bend over the bed.

“Wait,” Callan ordered. He strode to the beautiful man and hauled him back into his arms. He wanted to show Lonnie his strength, prove that he was a perfect mate to have. He’d use his body and one arm to hold Lonnie against the wall, leaving his other hand to explore. To stretch. “Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured against Lonnie’s mouth. “We’re doing page one hundred and seven.”

“Oh, fuck.” That soft mutter, fairly dripping with lust, sent a shiver down Callan’s spine. “We have to do all the pages.”

“We will.” He handed the bottle of lube to Lonnie. “Coat my hand.”

“Your entire hand?” Lonnie fairly squeaked the words causing Callan to laugh softly.

“Trust me.”

When his palm was lubricated, he pressed Lonnie’s back harder to the wall. He knew Lonnie expected him to reach for his hole first thing, but Callan wanted his nicely lubed up hand on that pretty dick of Lonnie’s. He wrapped his fingers around it, watching Lonnie’s expression go slack with pleasure.

“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh, that’s good.”

Callan couldn’t look away, mesmerized by his mate’s desire and pleasure. He rubbed his thumb over the tip on every upstroke, keeping his grip firm the way he himself liked it. Soon, Lonnie was panting and squirming against him. Callan’s own dick ached.

“I’m gonna come.” Each word was punctuated with a breath. “Stop or I’ll come.”

Callan slowed his strokes to a stop and held up his fingers for more lube, smiling when Lonnie blinked bemusedly at him. He clued in that he was still holding the lube and he quickly coated Callan’s fingers. He shivered when Callan then reached down to touch his hole. He smoothed the lube all around then slowly pushed one finger inside, moaning at the softness inside, the heat. He fucked Lonnie with it before adding a second finger.

Lonnie was holding tight to him, panting hard and releasing tiny grunts and moans. He was the perfect size for this, fitting against Callan in a way that had his dick throbbing. But more than just his cock was engaged. His whole body and especially his heart had been pulled into the moment. His heart was beating hard, his muscles were taut. He went back to Lonnie’s mouth, sure he’d never get enough of their kisses.

Lonnie gasped out words against his lips, “Can’t believe how strong you are to do it like this. It feels so good.”

A ping of pride ran through him. He was showing his mate his prowess, that he could take care of him, that he was strong enough for whatever Lonnie could need.

He curled his fingers, pegging Lonnie’s prostate, and a strangled cry escaped his mate. He still had his arms wrapped around Callan’s neck, but he began to bounce on Callan’s fingers. It was fucking hot.

“More!” Lonnie yelled.

Callan added a third finger, moving them inside him until Lonnie was open and ready. “Still have the lube?”

Lonnie brought his arm back around and immediately lubed Callan’s entire hand, making him chuckle. He got his cock nice and slippery, then gripped Lonnie’s wonderful plump ass with both hands as he angled Lonnie’s hips just right and finally pushed inside him. The absolute pleasure of entering the man meant to be his mate had his eyes rolling back. He pressed Lonnie harder into the wall and began to slowly thrust inside him, a bit at a time. Lonnie buried his face in Callan’s neck, opening his mouth to bite down, the sharp sting making Callan gasp and move his hips faster.

Eager sounds from Lonnie spurred him on, the man’s channel clenching around his cock, his thighs clutched hard to Callan’s sides. Callan undulated his hips, shuddering at the unbelievable pleasure of being inside Lonnie. So snug. So hot. He started to move faster, Lonnie pushing down with each upward thrust.

A ragged moan poured out of Lonnie. He gasped and tilted his head back. Callan couldn’t resist that stretch of smooth throat, that Adam’s apple. He opened his mouth over Lonnie’s neck and sucked, making Lonnie cry out again before he was reduced to small whimpers that slowly grew louder.

Sweat slicked them together, and Callan tightened his grip on Lonnie’s ass, his entire body pressing Lonnie into the wall over and over.

“So. Good.” He grunted the words, licking Lonnie’s salty skin.

“Callan!” Lonnie’s whole body shuddered and jerked and just as Callan was trying to wedge a hand between them to grab Lonnie’s dick, he yelled again and warm ropes of cum splattered Callan’s stomach and chest as his passage clamped around Callan’s cock hard.

Callan fucking lost it, thrusting harder and harder, chasing his orgasm with focused intent. And when it finally hit, he nearly lost his grip on Lonnie’s ass with his too-slick hand. Out-of-this-world pleasure flowed through his entire body as he spilled into the condom, his fingers probably painful on Lonnie’s ass cheek. He couldn’t help it. Everything had gone to his head. The way Lonnie felt, the way their sex smelled, the slick sweat on their bodies. It was all so raw. So real. He smashed his mouth onto Lonnie’s and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it gently. His cock slipped out, and he turned and walked to the bed to lay Lonnie down. He stared at him as he removed the condom, tied it off, and dropped it into the small waste basket by the bed.

He couldn’t stop looking.

Lonnie, fucked out, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Skin flushed and red from friction, his hair a complete mess around his head, lips still open and panting softly. Cum that had smeared between them coated his chest and belly, and Callan growled and bent to lick it up.

“Oh, fuck,” Lonnie breathed, grabbing his horns, which sent another shiver through Callan.

He slowly cleaned Lonnie then moved up his body to kiss him and share the taste. Lonnie’s tongue slid over his, a small, low moan vibrating against Callan’s lips.

Callan pushed himself up on his hands, gaze glued to that pretty, flushed face. Neither of them said a word as Lonnie stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. His heart just…melted. He maneuvered them both until they were lying with their heads on the pillows, careful to keep his horns from hitting the headboard. Then he changed his mind, grunting as he pulled Lonnie all the way on top of him, wrapping his arms tight around him.

Lonnie let out a sweet sigh and rested his cheek on Callan’s chest. They snuggled like that for long moments as they came down together.

“Callan?” Lonnie finally whispered.

“Yeah?”

“That was better than I could have imagined. Is it me or do we just fit?”

“Like puzzle pieces.” He ran his hands up Lonnie’s back to tangle his fingers in all that soft hair.

“I’ve never been taken up against a wall like that. You blew my mind.” He lifted his head. “What page did you say that was again?”

“I forget,” he answered honestly. Everything was a sort of hazy, sated warmth. All he could focus on was the feel of Lonnie over him and their mixed scents.

“Well, we’re going to have to look through more of that book then. Together.” He grinned. “Your strength is fucking hot. I’m going to have to move some shelves so we have more free walls.” He kissed Callan’s collarbone. “Any other favorite pages?”

Chuckling, Callan spread his thighs, so Lonnie fit more snugly between them. “I have a lot of favorite pages.”