Page 20 of Demon with Benefits (Hell Bent #3)

“I’m going to make you come with my fingers, and I’m going to sit back here and watch it happen. And when your cum drips out of you, I’m going to lick it up.”

She moaned. “Meph—”

But he was already fulfilling his promise. One hand moved to keep her spread apart, this time with his forefinger and thumb, and the other went straight to her clit. She moaned again. God, he used just the right amount of pressure in the perfect spot. How did he know to do that?

Little tingles speared her clit as it lit up under his attentions, and her moans got louder and more unrestrained as the pleasure swamped her senses.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

And she did. Her core clenched, and her release soaked his hand as she screamed into the pillows. And then she screamed again when he fixed his mouth over her and sucked like he was drawing the juice out of a ripe fruit.

He stopped rubbing her oversensitive clit and pressed a finger gently against it, and that plus the feel of his tongue lapping up her release was so delicious, another orgasm started on the heels of the first.

This time, before she was past the peak, he pulled back, and his thick cock penetrated her from behind.

Her moan turned into a cry. His hands went back to her ass and spread her wide as he pressed into her core inch by agonizing inch.

The additional sensation of his piercing inside her felt like heaven.

And then he started to fuck her. And it was glorious.

Her fingers dug into the blankets and held on for dear life as his hips smacked against her ass and his balls slapped her clit. One hand fisted her hair, and he pulled her head back almost painfully, but it only made her cry out with pleasure.

He kept up a slew of the dirtiest, raunchiest comments she’d ever heard while he fucked her until her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost all capacity for coherent thought.

And then he gave a hoarse shout and another stream of profanity poured out of him as he started to come. She felt him swell and shoot inside her in hot, scorching jets, and it was the most amazing thing she’d ever experienced.

When he finished, he collapsed on top of her, crushing her flat to the bed like a pancake. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move a muscle. His breath whooshed by her ear, and his hips continued to flex lazily, and she could feel his cum leaking out of her.

Finally, when she started to feel lightheaded from lack of air, she managed to croak, “Meph.”

He grunted.

“Can’t... breathe.”

“Huh? Oh, shit.” He rolled off her and collapsed, and another flood of wetness soaked her as he pulled out.

She turned her head to the other side and their gazes met. He lay on his back, arms and legs spread all over the place, head turned toward her. He was grinning the dopiest, most satisfied grin she had ever seen on a man, but then, of course he was.

“You weigh as much as an elephant,” she told him, and his grin widened.

“My bad,” he said, his sexy, gravelly voice back in place. “I forgot you were such a fragile flower.”

She tried to glare at him but it turned into a laugh.

He blew out a breath. “That was epic.”

“I know.”

“I’m coming over later.”

“I thought you were hanging out with Eva’s mom.”

“Yeah, but I’ll come over after.”

“But—” She was about to make some excuse to put distance between them. They had spent a lot of time together since last night, and she didn’t want him to get the wrong impression about what this was between them.

But then she remembered their conversation last night and his obvious revulsion to the idea of commitment, and she relaxed. They were on the same page. They had some seriously explosive sexual chemistry, but that was as far as it went, and they were both okay with it.

So she smiled and said, “Okay.”

That dopey grin came back full force. “I meant what I said earlier.”

“What?”

“I’ll text you when I’m coming over, and I want to walk in here and find you waiting on the bed for me like I said.”

Her cheeks flamed, but she scoffed. “Keep dreaming.”

His grin flashed teeth, but he didn’t respond.

They stared at each other in silent challenge for another minute or so until Meph suddenly sprang upright. He leapt to his feet with the kind of morning-person energy that had always irritated her. “All right, I’m outtie. The studio calls.”

She sat up too. “What studio?”

His eyes flared briefly, and she knew immediately he hadn’t meant to let that slip. “Nothing. Just hanging with Mom.”

“Mom?”

“Eva’s mom,” he clarified like it was obvious, but she swore he was blushing. He snatched his clothes up from the pile on the floor and then fled to the bathroom.

She sat there while the shower turned on, wondering what he was hiding. Then, she shrugged. Wasn’t that the benefit of this arrangement? That they could fuck like crazy and not have to know everything about each other’s lives?

So he had some weird secret with Eva’s mom. Good for him. She didn’t need to know the details, and she definitely didn’t need to get involved.

She had her own shit to deal with, starting with helping Lily research Mist’s brands at the coven library while simultaneously finding a way to distance herself without arousing suspicion. Oh, and she had to figure out how to train a hellhound puppy that was going to be the size of a pony.

The water turned off, and she heard Meph heading toward the front door. Damn, he was fast. “Uh, Iris?” he called.

“Yeah?”

“I think Faust pissed on the floor.”

She groaned and flopped back on the bed. Great. Just great. She couldn’t even blame Faust for it this time. She’d been too busy getting railed to remember her poor puppy’s bathroom needs.

“And I think he ate the other pillow off your couch.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Later, dollface!” The front door slammed.