Chapter 44
Lionel
I watched as Lucifer came closer. And closer. Fuck, but he had nice eyes, so bright and blue…and he smelled good, like fire in a cold night. “Let’s find out what keeps you going,” he’d said, which had to be hyperbole because…because…
I mostly hoped it was hyperbole, but a small part of me wished it wasn’t. Heat pooled in my belly as he stopped, looming over me now, with eyes like twin moons, hair like fluffy night clouds, and a mouth like…I wasn’t sure, but he was getting closer, and his lips looked really soft.
“Be good for me, Nelly.”
I opened my mouth to protest, to inform him that I had no intention of, a) being good, or b) being good for him, but that turned out to be a tactical mistake.
His lips connected with mine, and there was a kiss.
I was kissing the Devil while naked in his bed, and by sheer accident, I ended up sort of moaning into his mouth.
And then, given that accidents happened in pairs, he accidentally took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, which was exactly what he did, and that was really bad. Because it was really fucking good.
I may possibly have passed out at some point. Well, I didn’t, but you know that moment after taking a bite of something so delicious that it just about gives your mouth an orgasm and you think you did? That was what happened.
Yeah, Lucifer the fucking Devil his own damn self had given me a mouth orgasm. He loomed over me once more, a satisfied expression plastered on his handsome face as if he knew exactly what he’d done. He was the worst.
“Look at you, babe.”
“Huh?” I said, my brain still focused on the mouth orgasm.
By the time I realized that probably needed a follow-up, he’d already scrambled off the bed and started stretching, fucking stretching and rolling his shoulders as if he were about to go on a run. He walked around the bed until he was at the foot of it, right across from me.
“Lose the sheet. I want to see you.”
“I-is that really necessary?”
He cocked his head. “Is it necessary for me to see you while we make love?”
I snorted. Make love? That was immortals for you, never quite picking the right words because the way language changed around them escaped them.
“Well, we’re just going to… I mean, under the covers is fine, right?”
He looked like he’d discovered maggots in his mascarpone. “Nelly, you’re going to want to see this.”
He pulled his shirt off, then let his hand hover around the waistband of his pants and, yeah, okay, he looked all right. Alabaster skin. Very hot. Defined. Ready to be cast in bronze.
“Erm…”
“Babe, lose the sheet.”
He didn’t get to boss me around, not after leaving me up here to wait for him, but fuck, I couldn’t say that. It sounded like something a boyfriend would say, and I would not let him pressure me into this damn charade again.
Since I couldn’t think of what else to do and I still wanted this to end, I did as ordered, attempting a big reveal with the sheet, which got caught on my right foot. Oh well.
After that stunt with the kissing, I was well on my way to being very hard again, and that made the Devil smile. He was the worst. Underneath that smooth, perfect alabaster skin, he was the absolute worst.
“Happy now?” I’d meant the words to come out biting, but I sounded like some shy vir—like I’d never done this before.
“You’re very pretty, babe. And don’t worry, you’ll get to touch all you want soon enough.” He started on his pants.
“Touch?”
“Yeah.” He pulled down the zipper. “You’ve been staring like you’ve never seen a real man before.”
“That’s not—” And down came his pants. And my jaw. Well, okay. He was…sizable. And not even fully hard yet. “Uhh…”
His legs, suited to all manner of strenuous exercise, plus the slim waist completed a very sexy package, and I realized how foolish all this was.
The Devil could have anyone. He was a Greek statue of a man, magical, powerful, presumably able to be charming if he wanted to be. I had no idea what I had done to end up in his bed now, but maybe it was a game his kind played with the likes of me, with humans who were not like them.
My chest squeezed tight. This was all this was.
A game. Entertainment. And I couldn’t even really fault him for it.
After all, I’d been to zoos, had saved Soul from going the way of all dangerous evidence, and had reanimated the odd dead crow.
How was what he was doing any different, really?
All I could do was enjoy this taste of something grander than myself.
Naked, Lucifer climbed onto the bed on all fours, heading straight toward me all over again.
I gasped as he put his hands on either side of my knees and went up farther.
My cock was dripping, and if he wanted to flip me over right now and pound into me, I was okay with that. But that wasn’t what Lucifer was after.
“Sweet Nelly,” he said in a low voice, our eyes a mere handspan apart.
He kissed me again, starting slow, his tongue tracing my lips and lingering on the spot I’d worried to the point of bleeding.
He was especially gentle there, and somehow, having him so close and naked and on top of me made me breathe out a small, needy noise.
Lucifer, in turn, held my neck in his hand and gently tilted my head back farther as his tongue started dipping into my mouth, tasting, testing, and lingering.
This was worthy of another mouth-gasm.
This time, he really took his time, exploring and savoring, and before long, I relaxed.
I reached out and buried a hand in his kitty-cat hair, and he growled, barely giving me time to match his enthusiasm as he deepened the kiss.
He nibbled and sucked my lips, and his body dipped to press against mine.
I clenched my muscles and felt the fullness of the plug inside me.
Moans escaped me, and Lucifer used the opening to fill my mouth with his breath. He was showing no signs of tiring of the kiss and no sign of stopping.
Stars danced in front of my eyes, and I tightened my hold on his hair, which finally made him pull back.
I was still under him, and somehow, his other hand had found mine, and his fingers were interlaced with my own.
It wasn’t right how good that felt. I didn’t want it to feel so good, because then I’d miss it once it ended.
“You look breathless,” he said.
He was so close, his voice rumbling through me, and all I could see of him were his eyes, now dark as polished lapis and framed by his thick lashes. But I felt him. Sweet gods, I felt his heat, his smooth skin, his fingers cupping my neck, and his thumb stroking along the side of my hand.
My lips had to look puffy. It felt as if he had kissed me raw, but…it had been so good. I’d never been kissed like that before.
I sighed, knowing I should respond to him, but it was just a long “Aaaah.”
With a pleased expression on his face, Lucifer descended again. This time, he went for the side of my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. I tilted my head back to give him more access; an involuntary reaction.
His hand wandered south soon after his soft lips and lapping tongue started stroking and caressing my neck, leaving trails of fire on my skin. I curled my fingers in his hair, and he growled, nipping the side of my neck.
“Go harder if you want,” he breathed into my ear. “But know that I like it. A lot.”
I needed a moment to process that, but damn, his other hand was roaming along my side and going down.
He was so close to my cock now, my cock, which was caught between our bodies, much like his own.
I wanted him to touch me, and warmth spread through my abdomen at the thought.
He was…yes, his own cock was pressed against my belly.
I wouldn’t have minded feeling his length against mine, wouldn’t have minded some friction.
“Your heart is beating fast, my sweet,” Lucifer whispered in between kisses. “Do you enjoy this?”
“Y-y-yes,” I managed.
In the next moment, his mouth was on mine again and his hand had slithered between my legs to my ass.
I felt him stroking over the plug and I groaned in pleasure.
I was so ready to come. I knew the smallest touch would do it, and then whatever happened after—whatever he wanted—could just happen, and I wouldn’t care.
I felt a small pinch of magic as his fingers brushed the plug again, and Lucifer broke the kiss.
“Is it too much already? It’s fine, Nelly. I have you.”
There was something in Lucifer’s voice that just…
I wasn’t sure. I’d accidentally raised a dead cat as a kid, and I’d talked to him with that voice when I’d told him he was dead, and that I needed to let him go.
This was too much. Why was he like this, all soft and careful and caring?
Where was the asshole ready to just fuck me senseless?
I wanted to ask—no, tell him to cut it out. I opened my mouth, but instead of clarifying where I stood, all that came out was “Lucy.”
I was so fucked.
“I’m here. Relax.”
His voice was a fire and my will bone-dry kindling. I obeyed.
Lucifer pulled the plug out slowly. It didn’t hurt at all, it felt good.
“Faster,” I said, my voice small and needy. I wanted to come. All day, I’d been hard on and off, and I needed that release finally.
“No. This time, you’ll only come when I’m inside you.”
He brushed a kiss over my cheek. I gasped, not from the kiss, but because he’d pulled the plug out, and I was left with that emptiness and my aching erection caught between our bodies.
I heard the desperate noises I was making. Lucifer had reduced me to a whimpering mess. He squeezed my hand—oh, he was still holding my hand, apparently hadn’t let go—while the fingers of his other hand spread lube around my hole.
“Nelly,” he said, tempting me to look into his eyes. “What do you want right now?”