Page 37 of Demon
Demon’s head moved closer, his lips brushing over my ear. A gentle kiss, his fingers contrasting, moving in and out, fast, and hard, forcing pressure through my veins, to my heart and to my brain, cutting off any common sense, any notion of my surroundings. I heard the whimper leave my lips; I felt it tumbling forwards, begging to escape, and I could do nothing to stop it.
“Shsssh,” Demon whispered against my neck, the feel of his lips and the hot breath of his words whooshing out sending a whole new pulse of tingles coursing over my body, meeting the vibrations from where he worked my pussy and rebounding twice as hard.
I bit down on my lip, looking for the little prick of pain, but all it did was rack my body in another wave as my control was finger fucked from me.
“Shssh, Ciara,” his breath swiped across my cheek again, the soothing sound of his voice doing absolutely nothing to help.
“Fuck, Demon,” I breathed. “Oh. God.”
My insides clenched, my pussy straining around his fingers and my hips rocked into him as I rode out the orgasm on his hand, every muscle in my body shaking, every nerve ending on fire, and all I could do was whisper the words I needed to scream. And as my heart rate raced against my ribs, the orgasm fading, his lips smoothed over my neck, the raging beat pulsing against him. He kissed the spot gently, just the brush of lips, the feel of warmth and the slight scratching of teeth.
His hand slipped from me, tugging at the lacy material, pushing my knickers down over my hips, over my thighs, and without thinking, my eyes still closed, my breath ragged, I kicked them off.
Something pushed against me, hard, determined, taking the place of Demon’s fingers. And even in my breathlessness, my state of confused come down, I tensed.
“I need you quiet, Ciara.” Demon’s voice vibrated across my neck.
I nodded, and he pushed against me again, my wetness guiding him in. But even the slick pooling from me, it felt like my flesh was being torn open, burning and dragged up into my stomach. My body tightened around him, his arm moving over the top of me, encircling my waist, holding me still as he thrust slowly inside.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my neck, stopping a moment.
I wriggled, the burning fullness igniting the same feverish heat in my stomach, wetness rushing to meet him. His teeth scraped the skin of my neck, his breath ragged, just for a moment, but as we lay still, his breathing returned to the deep, strained rhythm of before.
Demon twisted an arm under my neck, moving round me and clamping his hand over my mouth, pushing against my lips. And then he thrust his hips, forcing the rest of his cock inside me, and for a moment there was a prick of pain. My voice muffled against the palm of his hand, his hips moving against me. No time for my pussy to adjust to the size of him.
He pulled me in closer, like we were spooning, but with his dick straining my insides, buried to the hilt. And with each pump of those hips, he pulled me back onto him, the tip of his cock pummelling somewhere deep within me, bolts of lightning shooting through my cervix. Soft grunts fell from his lips in time to the rhythm of his thrusts, and he pushed his face into my neck to muffle the sound.
I didn’t move his hand from across my mouth. It was the only thing keeping me from waking the rest of the room, of alerting the other Northern Kings members that I was getting railed why they slept. My pussy clenched again, the thought of us being discovered, of them watching, increasing the furnace in my stomach. Demon groaned in response.
“Fuck, Ciara. Don’t do that. OrI’llnot be able to stay quiet,” he said against me, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my stomach.
He pushed hard again, hitting my cervix, and sending me whimpering against his hand, filling me with all of him, every long, thick millimetre, moving in and out with shallow thrusts. The hand on my stomach moved down between my legs, feeling its way to my clit, and the lightest of touches of his fingers sent my eyes rolling back into my head. The fever between my legs was at critical levels now, the pressure building to unbearable. Demon’s hips rocked hard, any sense of trying to keep me quiet gone. And now he punished and challenged me, hard and long thrusts, his fingers working me from the outside, his cock dominating me from within.
My cries were muffled against his palm, forced against my mouth, to absorbing the noise I was making. Demon buried his face deeper in my neck, hiding the guttural sounds of his own voice in my flesh. And the fire burned through me, pulsing in my veins, flushing through every nerve ending, hot, burning, ecstasy racing through every part of my being. Demon didn’t stop. His hips moved faster, deeper, forcing me forward towards the wall until I couldn’t go any further, couldn’t escape him. And then with my face pushed into the wallpaper, and his cock forced deep inside of me, he came, grunting and swearing against my neck, the hand round my mouth pulling tighter, fingertips buried into the flesh just above my battered pussy.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his chest pulsing against my back. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
He dropped the hand clamped around my mouth, moving his arm into the space just under my head, his other hand roaming back over my stomach, fingers caressing in little circles. We lay like that for a while, our hearts beating together, fast and furious, our breaths ragged, our bodies still joined.
Demon’s lips teased my neck. Gentle kisses, moving over the skin, calming the pulse that raged inside me, distracting the ache in my pussy, from the delicious torture of his cock, from being stretched and filled and used. And in the quiet of the room, I felt tired. Blissfully exhausted. Demon’s breathing slowed, his lips stilling, and he wriggled away slightly, pulling his dick from me, the movement chaffing my battered internal flesh.
*****
The rhythmical smattering of rain punishing the windows of theDog on the Tynedragged me from my sleep. The room was dull, a dim grey light permeating the thin curtains, and the soft snores of the men I shared the space with, rumbling gently in the dank dawn. Demon’s arm was still wrapped tightly round me, in the same place where we’d fallen asleep. Whether it had moved off me in the night, I wasn’t sure, but the ache in my right shoulder suggested I’d not moved all night. I wriggled under the weight of his arm, my stomach growling loudly against him.
Lips brushed my neck, skirting over the skin. A gentle, sleepy kiss. Warmth swelled in my stomach, the surreal feeling of contentment creeping into my body. Demon’s breaths were still slow and steady, still half asleep, even though he tightened his grip on my stomach, scooping me into him, his legs pushing up behind mine.
The rain still clattered the windows. The second day of almost consistent rain. I needed to get up. To get home and shower and then get to work. I couldn’t lie here all day in Demon’s arms. Although the thought of a freezing cold shower when I got back home was not helping peel myself from the thick arms that surrounded me. Five more minutes. I let my heavy, tired lids fall, snuggling back under the duvet, back into the cosy warmth of Demon’s embrace.
“Fuck’s sake! What the fuck is that!” someone shouted in the darkness, a voice I didn’t recognise, deep and gruff.
A voice I didn’t recognise. My heart jolted, beating so hard I thought it was going to jump right through my rib cage and my stomach disappeared, dropping right out of me as if I’d just been chucked off a cliff. Something beeped shrilly. Incessantly. I should recognise it. I did recognise it. But fear clogged my head, heavy on my brain, squashing any sensible thought till I couldn’t grasp at it.
I rolled onto my left-hand side, stopped suddenly by the warm hot wall of flesh, panic flooding through me. Another voice. Familiar. Slow. Soft. Calm.
“Ciara. Ciara. You’re alright. Wake up. You’re alright.”
“What the fuck is that noise, Demon?” the other voice rumbled again.