Page 30 of Demon with Benefits (Hell Bent #3)

HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER

M EPH’S HANDS SHOOK AS HE LIFTED I RIS AS IF SHE were suddenly made of glass—never mind the way he’d been pounding into her two minutes ago.

He didn’t really get why this moment was so important, but it was. He lifted her as carefully as he could, cradling her in his arms like a princess, and walked down the hall to her bedroom where he laid her on the bed.

His heart seized when she smiled up at him. “C’mere.”

He almost checked over his shoulder to see if there was someone else there—no way was she speaking to him that sweetly. He was torn between being frozen in shock and wanting to throw himself onto the bed beside her as fast as he could.

“Want me to get a cloth and clean you up?” he asked, feeling this bizarre urge to take care of her.

“No.” Her smile turned mischievous. “Because I want to get messy again.”

His brows shot up. Damn. She was almost too good to be true.

He crawled over her, already hard at the thought that she wanted him again. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, but she shook her head, that satisfied smile never leaving her face. “Nuh-uh. This time it’s my turn.”

He narrowed his eyes, not sure he liked the sound of that.

“Lie on your back,” she said.

He tensed. He didn’t take requests when it came to sex.

Ever. He took what he wanted when he wanted it, and he only had partners that were okay with that.

Maybe it was some latent trauma—the amount of shit he’d survived that he hadn’t been in control of made him want to call the shots in this—but he didn’t really care as long as it felt good.

Which it had. Until he’d gotten that weird aversion to touch and been unable to get close to anyone.

Thank fuck Iris had come along and cured him of that.

She was special, no doubt about it, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to go that far.

Her face softened. It wasn’t an expression he’d ever expected to see on her, but he was seeing it now.

He was pretty sure he’d seen glimpses of it before too, but she’d always tried to hide it from him.

Right now, however, she wasn’t hiding. Her green eyes were full of warmth, and he found himself falling into them, losing himself, forgetting all the reasons he shouldn’t automatically give her whatever she wanted.

“If you don’t like anything, just tell me and I’ll stop.” She seemed to get this was hard for him.

It made him embarrassed and angry at the same time.

He wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her.

He still wanted to give her what she wanted, though.

His whole body seized up, torn between the urge to dominate and the urge to please.

It was weird and messed up, and he felt like he was being pulled in half.

“Please?” she asked.

Slowly, he released her wrists. Sat back. He watched her through narrowed eyes as he lowered to the bed and rolled onto his back beside her.

Her eyes lit up and she beamed at him, and he relaxed a little. He wanted to give her this. She was fulfilling all his fantasies and then some. He wanted to fulfill hers too.

She sat up and tugged his T-shirt over her head so she was as naked as he was, and then she leaned back over him, taking his cock in her hand.

His dick apparently hadn’t gotten the message about his sexual hang-ups because it had stayed rock-hard throughout all that, down for whatever as long as it ended in fucking.

Or sucking , he amended as Iris lowered her mouth over him, watching him with those sultry green eyes.

“Iris...”

She smiled as her tongue snaked out and licked the tip over his piercing, and Meph groaned. Knowing she was licking both their orgasms off his cock got him really fired up. Her tongue swirled around the head, and then she slid him between her lips, her mouth stretching obscenely around his girth.

“Fuck.” His fingers threaded through that sexy blue hair, and he tried to push her head down—to force her to take him, to control her movement—but she resisted, her mouth popping off the top.

“Put your hands over your head,” she said.

His hand clenched in her hair. “Iris.” His voice was a growl. Barely leashed restraint.

“Please?”

How could he resist that sugar-sweet tone? His prickly Iris was full of honey all of a sudden, and he was powerless against it. His fist opened, and slowly, he lifted his hands up to grip the pillow on either side of his head.

She stared at him, eyes racing up and down. “Damn, that’s so hot. Look at you stretched out like that while I pleasure you.” She smiled. “Every girl’s dream.”

He didn’t give a fuck about every girl’s dream—just as long as it was it hers.

His cock jerked as if reminding her where he wanted her attention, but he didn’t demand that she suck it. He was... enjoying this. He liked displaying himself to her and knowing she liked what she saw. Knowing she wanted him to just lay back and let her pleasure him.

As if pleased by his acceptance, she bent down and sucked his cock back into her mouth. All the way into her mouth.

“Fucking fuck the goddamn fuck,” he groaned as her lips stretched and her cheeks hollowed, and she sank as far down on him as she could get. He cursed again when he hit the back of her throat. And then she swallowed.

“Motherfucker—Iris, fuck —”

She hummed around his dick, taking him deeper. The urge to grab her head and fuck into her mouth was nearly overwhelming, but he clenched the pillow as hard as he could, determined to play her game now. He’d do whatever the fuck she wanted as long as she kept—

“Yes, baby, swallow me down your throat...” His voice was nearly unrecognizable, nothing but a hoarse growl. “Fuck, you look so sexy with your lips stretched around me.”

Her blue hair tickled his thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, and he was pretty sure he was going to sprout angel wings and fly to Heaven.

“You keep sucking me like that, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned, unable to stop his hips flexing up.

His abs clenched, and his arms were gripping the pillow with enough force to bench press a train.

A sheen of sweat was slicked all over his body like he was coming out of a brutal workout.

He kind of was. Holding back probably took more effort than anything he’d ever done at the gym.

Iris popped off the top with a suction sound, and he just lay there panting, so close to coming his brain wasn’t really working anymore.

Sitting up, she swung a leg over his hips, gripping his cock in one hand, and then eased down onto him. She moaned as he filled her, and it was so hot he nearly died.

Her palms landed on his pecs, and she started to ride him. Nice and easy. He wanted to grab her, hold her still while he drove into her from below, but instead, he kept on clenching that fucking pillow.

The butterflies tattooed on her ribs and stomach seemed to flutter with her rolling hips, and he suddenly knew those colorful little bugs would forever remind him of her—vibrant, precious, and beautiful.

Her breasts bounced with her movement, and he watched them, his gaze roving up and down her body so he wouldn’t miss a single detail. The sight of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips was the most glorious thing he’d ever seen.

“Touch yourself,” he growled. “I want to see you come while you ride me.”

She sat up, sliding a hand down her body to her clit, which she started to rub eagerly. He nearly died again watching her pleasure herself on his cock.

“Fucking hell, Iris, that’s so sexy.”

“God, I love watching you,” she moaned, still rubbing herself. “The way your body moves. Watching you try to hold back.” She moaned again as her free hand ran up and down his abs, which clenched as he bucked his hips every time she sank down onto him.

“Your arms are so sexy over your head like that,” she purred. “I just want to lick and bite you everywhere and fuck you into oblivion until you forget your own name.”

He moaned, totally lost to her words, his hips rolling helplessly. “Fuck, baby, what are you doing do me?”

“Making you as crazy as you make me.” She rubbed faster. Rode him harder. His head spun. “I’m so close.”

“I want you to come all over me.”

“Meph...”

“Come for me, Iris. I need it. I fucking need to see you come.”

Her fingers rubbed faster, and her hips slammed down on him until her thighs were shaking from the effort, and he saw frustration bloom in her gaze. She was so close, hovering on the brink, but she couldn’t quite get there on her own.

It was all the permission he needed. Finally—fucking finally—he let go of the pillow, gripped her hips and held her still, and then proceeded to hammer into her from below.

He fucked her as hard as he’d fucked her on the table.

No, harder. He drove into her so hard, her entire bed frame lifted off the floor and slammed back down, over and over.

And then she cried out and started to come, and so did he at the sight of her above him, lost to her ecstasy.

While he was coming, something weird happened.

He looked at her—pleasuring herself, her head thrown back, blue hair tossing across her back, her pierced nipples begging to be sucked as her breasts bounced—and something awakened in his chest. It was an intense, all-consuming sensation that burned and ached and was simultaneously agonizing and the most amazing thing he’d ever felt.

It was her .

He wanted to lift her up like the monkey dude did to the baby lion in that Disney movie and revel in her glory.

He wanted to lay her down on a bed of fucking flowers and just look at her.

He wanted to pet her hair and smell her skin and bring her chocolate and whatever she wanted.

He wanted to carry her around so she didn’t have to walk.

He wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile and know that he was the cause of her happiness.

He just wanted her.