Page 10 of Demon with Benefits (Hell Bent #3)

The hand not covering his hard-on gripped the couch like he was holding on for dear life, and he stared straight ahead, jaw clenched. Why wasn’t she leaving? He could feel her gaze on him, but fuck, if he looked at her he was going to lose it.

And damn it, she was staring at his lap.

He chanced a glance down at it and cursed himself for wearing sweats (like he did every day, but still) because, even with his hand carefully draped, there was a pretty obvious dick outline in the fabric.

And with how closely Iris was watching him, there was no way she was missing it.

He breathed a curse and then finally just looked at her. There was no ignoring the elephant in the room, and he was not some juvenile virgin. So maybe he’d had some hang-ups recently, but that didn’t mean he’d suddenly lost all his game.

The minute his eyes met Iris’s, he knew she was as horny as he was. And fuck if that didn’t make him even hornier.

Amazing. He hadn’t thought that was possible.

He was so indescribably horny, in fact, that he suddenly knew that he wasn’t going to freak out if she touched him like he did with other females. He wanted her so badly that his body was overriding whatever wires were crossed in his brain.

Neither of them spoke, but their faces were getting closer and closer, and their breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and they were both throwing off some serious heat.

There was only so much a man could take.

He shifted his arm, and his cock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. Iris’s gaze flicked to it, and she panted. She honest-to-god panted at the sight of the hard-on tenting his pants, and he’d be damned if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He twisted around on the couch toward her, and she did the same to him, and the sexual tension was so thick in the air he could taste it.

And finally, fina-fucking-lly, their faces were close enough that their mouths kinda brushed. It wasn’t really a kiss. It was more just heavy breathing on each other, which was a bit weird, but man, it was hot as hell the way her breath gusted in and out against his lips.

He bridged the gap a little more, increasing the point of contact. The tiniest gasp escaped her, and his cock jumped at the sound. He could feel pre-cum leaking out already, and she hadn’t even touched him.

He wanted to say something. He was the master at saying dumb kinky shit to make girls hot for him, but right now, he couldn’t think of anything. He couldn’t think, period. He just brushed Iris’s lips again, nearly coming in his pants when another one of those tiny gasps blew against his mouth.

“Last chance to run away,” he croaked.

He’d meant it to sound all ominous and threatening, but it came out breathless because of how stupidly turned on he was.

She didn’t run. She didn’t do anything at all except breathe shakily against his lips, and that sealed her fate.

He finally just went for it. He extracted his hand from its white-knuckled grip on the couch arm, twisted the rest of the way around, and threaded his fingers into her silky blue hair. And then he used that hand to pull her closer, and he kissed her hard.

She moaned against his mouth, and he swore he came a little.

There was too much pent-up tension between them to waste time with teasing, exploratory kisses.

He pried her lips apart and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

She was right there with him, twining her tongue against his, reaching over to clench his shoulders and dig her sharp little fingernails into his skin through his shirt.

Seconds later, he was rubbing her pussy through her pants, and she was digging her fingers into his abs while trying to smother her moans against his mouth.

He wasn’t even sure how things had escalated so quickly.

She was so wet for him, her leggings were damp against his hand, and the way she was panting and writhing told him he could make her come without too much effort.

He twisted further toward her on the couch, pressing her against the cushions and covering her with his bigger body. She spread her legs wider to make room for him, one of them bent up against the back of the couch, and rolled her hips into his hand as if craving more friction.

Happy to fulfill that need, he shoved his hand into her leggings. They were tight and it was awkward as hell, nowhere near enough room for him to maneuver properly, but it didn’t seem to matter. She was soaked, and his fingers slid through the wetness like she was trying to suck him inside her.

They both moaned, but Iris’s was louder.

He worked his hand a little deeper into the tight fabric and managed to get a good angle to rub her clit.

One of her hands was still clenching his shoulder and the other clutching his abs, so close to where he really wanted her hanging on to him.

Somehow, though, he didn’t even care if she touched his cock. He just wanted to make her come.

He twisted his tongue with hers and rubbed her clit furiously, feeding off the sexy little noises she made against his mouth.

He could hear the others in the kitchen doing whatever, voices buried under the soft bass thump of Eva’s house music, and the chance that they might get interrupted made everything more exciting.

A second later, Iris exploded around his hand.

Her whole body shook around him, and he swallowed her moan of completion with his tongue and lips to keep it from reverberating around the house. He brushed her clit, prolonging her orgasm, and she shook even more.

It was like she melted under his touch. All her abrasiveness simply dissolved, and she became this pliant, soft creature that was the furthest thing from the Iris he knew.

It was simultaneously the sexiest and most precious thing he’d ever witnessed, but he wasn’t sure what that second part meant so he ignored it for now. He just knew making her come was his new favorite hobby, and he wanted it to happen again. Like, now.

“Damn it, Meph,” she panted against his mouth, coming down from her climax.

He sensed instinctively that everything had just changed between them. Somehow, making her come had shifted their dysfunctional relationship to the next level. Whatever that even was. He wasn’t sure yet, but he was keen to find out.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He nipped at her lower lip and brushed her clit again, and she jerked in his arms.

“Sensitive,” she gasped.

He grinned. “Bet I could make you come again.”

“Bet I could make you come faster.”

“Think I’d come if you so much as breathed on me at this point.”

“I don’t wanna breathe on it. I wanna suck it.”

He groaned, unable to keep from thrusting his hips upward into nothing. “Fuck, yes, please.”

And then Raum said, “You guys want a beer or something—Oh.”

Meph whipped his hand out of Iris’s pants and twisted around to find Raum standing in the hall staring at them, the puppy fast asleep in his arms. The broody, sullen asshole who never smiled had the biggest grin overtaking his face.

Meph glared at him harder than he’d ever glared at anyone. If Raum tried to fuck with him right now, he swore by all that was unholy, he would—

“Hey, Meph.” Golden eyes twinkled with mischief. “Come here for a sec.”

Nope. He wasn’t standing up right now. Not with the flagpole flying out the front of him.

His glare intensified.

“Come here, Meph.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Fuck off.”

Raum continued to grin. “Why? Is there some reason you can’t stand up?”

“If I do get up, it’ll be to kill you.”

“Then come here and try. Unless you can’t?”

“What are you bitching about?” Belial demanded from the kitchen, and Meph could hear his heavy footsteps in the hallway heading toward them.

“I’ll be right back,” Iris muttered, and she leapt up from the couch and fled down the hallway to the bathroom, dodging Belial on the way and leaving Meph behind to face his bastard, cock-blocking brother.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he snapped at Raum as Bel came up behind him.

“That was payback,” Raum said. “You know you deserved it.”

“Payback for what?” Bel asked, but they ignored him.

Meph groaned and dropped his head back on the sofa. He had a clear memory of interrupting Raum with a chick the last time they’d gone out together, pulling some asshole shit. Raum had looked him straight in the eye and said, “You will pay for this.”

He had, apparently, just fulfilled his promise.

“We’re even now,” Raum said.

“Fuck you.”

And then he smiled. Not his evil payback smile, but a genuine, utterly nondemonic one. “Glad to see you’re... feeling better.”

He was, of course, referring to the fact that Meph hadn’t been out in months because of his no-touchy issues.

Meph glared at his brother.

Belial looked between them blankly. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” Raum said, and he turned and headed back to the kitchen. Belial shot Meph a look that said he was in trouble for something even if he didn’t know what it was, and then he followed Raum down the hall.

Alone, Meph dropped his head back onto the sofa. He needed to get home and into the shower fast, or he was going to have a serious case of blue balls. He was pretty sure Mist would kill him if he jerked off in Lily’s bathroom, so it was time to disappear.

And so, not two minutes later, he was calling out, “Later, fuckers!” before slamming the front door and hurrying as fast as he could toward home.

Yes, he was running home to jerk off. And yes, he had a hard-on the whole way back through the frigid winter winds. And yes, he felt like an idiot.

But it was totally worth it to have made Iris come. Damn straight.