Page 4 of Demon Next Door

The head of my cock popped out of my boxers, all flushed and demanding, and the elastic band pressing on my shaft had me writhing and toppling onto my back again, my arms giving out.

Okay, no more questions and no more worrying. Maybe I’d meet some horrible fate later tonight, and maybe this wouldn’t do anything about the headaches. Maybe I’d die at the big, powerful hands of this demon I’d summoned, with orange logos flickering in my vision at the last.

But I no longer cared. I needed his touch like I needed air. Either from some demonic magic, or simple sexual deprivation, or some combination…but the heavy ache between my legs encompassed my cock, my balls, my clenching hole. Gods, he’d probably ruin me.

My fingers twitched with the desire to open the straining front of those leather pants, pull out his cock, lick it, suck it, spread my legs and let him destroy me with it.

Before I could try, Xan bent down and opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out, the end curling toward my cock.

My heart thudded and raced, and gods, that couldn’t possibly be good for my blood pressure, and I’d never seen anything like that tongue, and nobody had so much as touched my cock with a normal human tongue in years, and—

His tongue wrapped around just below my cockhead, lightning-fast, the forked tip flicking my glans like a whip.

A very wet, very hot whip, with a slight sting of pain behind the unbelievable perfection of it.

I choked, moaned, arched up, and almost came all over his face.

“Mmm,” he hummed, and lifted his head, his tongue whipping away again and leaving me blinking up at him, panting. “You really are sweet everywhere. Aroused, and hard, and wanting.” He stroked his hands up my thighs and curled them around my hips. “But soft in all the right places.”

Soft in all the right places nearly undid all the hard and wanting right then and there, and I froze, staring at him.

I was soft in a lot of places. Like my hips, where his fingers were teasing the little curve of chub that stuck out below the slight dip of my waist, and he hadn’t even gotten to my ass yet, which was definitely soft and round…

but the right places? He had to be making fun of me.

Kenny hadn’t wanted to fuck me that often because my ass and thighs jiggled, and it was such a turn-off for him.

No matter how much I tried to get more exercise it never seemed to help.

“Stop,” I said, or kind of squeaked. I cleared my throat.

“Don’t!” Because Xan had started pushing his hands higher, rucking up my shirt and exposing my stomach and more of my sides.

Fuck, I didn’t want him to change his mind.

I grabbed at my T-shirt hem, trying to pull it down again.

“You can leave my shirt on, that’s fine. You don’t want—”

I stuttered into silence as he shifted his grip to wrap my hands with his, fingers pressing in between mine in a way that mimicked how he was pressing my legs open with the breadth of his huge body.

“What don’t I want?” he asked, and raked me over with his glowing gaze, up and down, lingering on my cock.

That heated look was almost tangible, my skin tingling in its wake.

“I think I want everything. I told you. All of you. You summoned me to possess you, and now you think that doesn’t include your upper body? ”

Well, okay, when he put it that way, but…

“I’m not sure what you mean by the right places. But I’m not, you know. I don’t look like you.”

Xan’s hands tightened around my own so hard and so suddenly that it hurt, and I cried out, struggling, as his eyes blazed.

The pressure lightened instantly, but the glow didn’t. His eyes burned like coals.

“Forgive me,” he said, voice an even rougher growl. “I know how fragile you humans are. Did I injure you?”

“No,” I whispered. He’d started stroking my hands with his fingertips, little gentle trails of his burning heat along my skin. Everywhere he touched me instantly became an erogenous zone.

How would those fingers feel inside me? As hot as they did on the outside?

“Good,” he said, but he didn’t stop stroking, and every motion felt like he was doing it to my cock, which stood up painfully hard, the head swollen, my balls tight.

Xan leaned down, eyes glowing red and lips parted enough to show me a glimpse of his flicking tongue. My own eyes were sliding shut, tremors along every one of my nerves making me weak. I was melting into the bed and strung taut with tension at the same time, my whole body trembling.

“There’s nothing soft where I come from,” he went on.

“Nothing sweet. Nothing—delicate.” My fingers had unclenched from around the hem of my shirt under his gentle assault, and he carefully pulled my hands away, laying them at my sides.

I watched through my lashes, breathing like I’d been running a marathon, the tightness between my legs gathering almost to the point of pain, as he took hold of my T-shirt again. “Nothing like you.”

He pulled the fabric up slowly. Even though I had to bite my lip and clench my fists again, this time in the bedding, I didn’t try to stop him.

I closed my eyes. I knew what he’d see. Only a faint trail of hair, because I was pretty smooth all over and my pale blond hair didn’t show much in the first place.

Chub on my hips. Maybe even a slight red mark from where the waistband of my jeans had dug in a bit.

The convex curve of my belly, not an abdominal muscle to be seen.

They were there, of course. Just invisible.

The slight indent at my waist, between the chub and my ribs.

And then my chest, as he pushed the cotton up almost to my collarbones.

More smooth softness there. I had muscle underneath that, too, quite a bit, and strong shoulders.

I lifted a lot of boxes of books at work. But it didn’t particularly show.

Most of the time I’d waited to undress until Kenny left the room, because he’d made this sort of groaning, sighing sound whenever he saw me with my shirt off. Luckily for both of us, I could leave it on to blow him.

So the last time someone had seen me like this had been—well, a while.

But the sound Xan let out didn’t seem to indicate disappointment. It could’ve been the purr of a terrifyingly large cat.

Instead, it was the purr of a terrifyingly large demon, a low, rumbling vibration pitched perfectly to set off whatever part of my lizard brain wanted to whimper and put my ass in the air and hope for the best.

When I cracked my eyes open, I found his hungry, glowing gaze fixed on my body, and I squirmed uncomfortably, my face going hot and my head light and floaty.

“You’re perfect,” he said. “If I’d wanted someone like me, I’d have stayed at home. Everything’s a fight with my kind. Rough. I’m tired of it.”

He bent his head down until all I could see was the curling flame-like tendrils of his hair, and pressed his lips just above my navel.

I tried desperately to suck it all in, but I was breathing too hard, and I only managed to quiver my stomach against his mouth in a way that showed off exactly how not-firm it was.

And that pushed me over the edge, making me writhe under him, desperate to get away from this—from this—gods, from the most affectionate touch I’d had in years. Because I’d summoned him .

“You couldn’t stay home,” I gasped, trying to shove at him and get him up, but accomplishing exactly nothing, my fingers scrabbling against firm, hot skin wrapped around muscles like granite. “My spell brought you here—”

“Your spell opened a door,” he said, and bit me, a stinging nip that made me yelp and arch up.

“I walked through it voluntarily. Because I wanted to fuck your pretty soft body until you’re drenched in sweat and soaked with my come.

And smiling,” he added, and lifted his head, a smile of his own teasing the corners of his lips in a breathtakingly charming way, even though his sharp fangs peeked out at me.

Maybe even because of the fangs. “I like your smile.”

If I hadn’t been desperately aroused and flustered and embarrassed and confused, I might not have said, in a bizarrely formal tone, “I like your smile too. Thank you for coming,” and then stopped, biting my lip and horrified.

Silence echoed around us for a long moment.

His mouth fell open a little, and he stared at me. I couldn’t read the look in Xan’s flame-glowing eyes.

Finally he shifted his weight, moving up, carefully lowering himself down between my legs and sliding his hands off of my shoulders so he could prop himself to either side of me.

“I haven’t come yet,” he said. “Thank me after I’ve filled you. I think you’re going to like it.”

Before I could even begin to think of an answer, he ducked his head down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, pricking it with his fangs, lashing it with his tongue, tugging on my flesh like he meant to consume me.

My cock throbbed in rhythm with the pulses of his mouth, and one of his hands trailed down my side and then slid under my ass, fingers teasing into the crease, squeezing and kneading me.

Everything went sparkly gray, confusing, overwhelming.

His mouth on me, moving to the other nipple, leaving the first stinging and swollen and begging for more.

His hands, everywhere, the strain in my thighs as he shoved them as wide as they could go with his leather-clad knees.

Where the fuck had my jeans and boxers gone?

He’d pulled them the rest of the way off, and pushed my shirt over my head and tossed that aside too, and then he was growling against the tender skin of my inner thigh, tongue snaking behind my balls and curling in toward the center of me.

Xan’s tongue flickered against my rim as he wrapped one huge hand around my balls, lifting them and squeezing them against my aching cock.

He wasn’t going to…but he was going to, gods, he was really going to—his tongue pressed inside me, flicking my rim as he forced his way past the tight little ring of muscle that hadn’t been touched, opened like this, in so fucking long.

I shuddered and moaned, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling in shock as Xan’s tongue wriggled deeper, stretching me, thicker than I’d thought a tongue would be. The forked tip fluttered deep inside my body.

So close, I’d come any second, arching up, wailing, truly possessed in a way I never had been, and gods, my whole body hurt with how much I needed—his hand tightened, forcing my orgasm back down, and I collapsed, sobbing in frustration.

The sensation of his tongue sliding out of me probably should’ve been disgusting. I probably should’ve been horrified by having a demon’s tongue burrowing into my body in the first place.

I wasn’t.

As he withdrew his tongue, every inch lit me up from the inside, rubbing over parts of me that hadn’t been stimulated in so damn long. And he left me wet and slick, as prepped as I’d ever been in my life.

When he knelt up over me, eyes blazing and the tip of his tongue disappearing between his lips again, I was ready to beg.

Ready, but not able, because my dry throat wouldn’t let the words come out. I gazed up at him mutely, wide-eyed and flushed and damp with sweat, too desperate to even be self-conscious anymore.

He’d fucked me with his tongue. I really didn’t think a guy would do that if he didn’t like me, right?

Soft in all the right places . On the inside, certainly.

My eyes dropped to the front of his pants. The bulge there had grown from large and noticeable to enormous and intimidating, the leather showing the strain.

He was hard in all the right places.

Xan kept his hand wrapped around my cock and balls, pinning me like a butterfly, thumb gently rubbing circles on the sensitive skin between my balls and my hole.

He laid his other hand over the ridge of his own erection, letting out a low groan as he stroked all the way to the top and did something deft to the waistband that I didn’t quite see.

His pants opened, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of more coppery skin and a trail of crimson hair.

And then he slid his hand down, pushing the front of his pants all the way open.

If I’d thought the rest of him was impressive, well.

The rest of him had nothing on his cock, which stood up and out as if relieved to be free of his pants.

It was darker bronzy-red, flushed and thick and with a rough-looking texture like the bark of an oak tree.

The head wasn’t the size of my fist, or anything…

probably. I swallowed hard. I mean, definitely not quite that big.

But the whole thing looked like it’d make you feel every fucking inch and then some.

Make me feel.

That was going up my ass, which hadn’t had any action in so long I might as well have been a virgin again—unless you counted Xan’s tongue.

Gods, I was so far out of my league.

Xan smiled down at me, showing all his pointier-than-human teeth for the first time, his two longer-than-human canines gleaming, and ran his index finger up his cock, lingering on the ridge of the glans.

“Turn over or spread your legs the rest of the way, David,” he said. “Time to be possessed. And I need enough room to work.”