Chapter 15 Chase
Chase
You there? Hello?
I kept thinking as loud as I could, fishing for an answer from Faust, but he was quiet again. I hadn’t heard from him since he suggested I return home. At the time, I wasn’t sure if he was bullshitting me or not, but thankfully, he was right.
And now I had Sagitta right where I wanted him—in my apartment, in my arms.
I stopped calling out for Faust. It was easy to forget about him when I was busy making out with Sagitta. Our mutual relief pulled us together like magnets, and once we were tangled in each other, neither of us wanted to part.
Every time his lips brushed me, heat surged down to my core. A tight knot of heat was building there. It felt flammable and explosive, like any stray touch might make it burst. But this felt so good. I wanted it to last.
Sagitta’s hands roamed across my chest. They toyed with the strings of my hoodie, curling around them and pulling them tight like a pair of miniature leashes. My racing heart leapt into my throat.
My hands did some roaming of their own, tracing down Sagitta’s back and resting on his hips. He wasn’t as outwardly muscular as me, but he was no flabby wimp, either. I felt the sinewy muscle beneath his shirt clear as day—firm and subtle, almost feline.
Sagitta pulled away from the kiss, breathless and flushed.
“As much as I love making out in the kitchen, maybe we should take this elsewhere?” he suggested.
I could’ve kept going. Hell, I could’ve boned down right there against the fridge. But I was at Sagitta’s whim.
“You’re the expert,” I teased.
He grunted and tightened his grip on my drawstrings. “Let it be clear that I’ve never fucked a demon out of a client before. So no, I’m not an expert.”
I shuddered. It was wonderfully, unexpectedly hot to hear him talk dirty.
“You’re gonna...?” I was too dazed to say the rest.
His black eyes flashed. “Would you like that?”
I nodded, dizzy with anticipation. With him, I was down for literally anything. I had never felt so open-minded with a partner before. I trusted him. I wanted to please him. Hell, I’d get on all fours and walk around like a dog if he preferred that.
“I do,” I rasped. “I’d like anything you do to me.”
Sagitta huffed. As his hand trailed down my cheek, his thumb brushed against my lips in a way that made my cock ache.
“Are you always this willing to hand over your agency?” he asked. “Maybe that’s why you were an easy target for that demon.”
I arched a brow. “Hey, just because I’m obedient for you doesn’t mean I’m like this for everyone.”
Sagitta’s mouth quirked in amusement. “You weren’t obedient when I told you to grab the black book.”
“You’re really gonna bring that up now?”
His hands slipped beneath my hoodie. “You could’ve avoided possession if you’d listened to me, is all I’m saying.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
I grinned. “How ‘bout you avoid this?”
I dug my fingers into his hips, ready to flip him around so our positions were reversed, but Sagitta was faster. He nimbly ducked away, slipped behind me, and yanked back my hood.
“Ow! Hey!” I cried.
“You were saying?”
I wriggled out of his hold and lunged at him with a playful growl. He ducked and weaved, showing off his fluid agility and years of practical combat experience. He made me feel slow and weak, which was both annoying and impressive.
“Do you want to fight, or do you want to fuck?” Sagitta asked.
“Now that you got me riled up? Kinda both.”
“Then come and get me.”
Sagitta leapt away, showing off that feline grace as he taunted me to hunt him down. My apartment was small, so there wasn’t much space to tussle, but it still kindled a fire in me.
As I ran for him, I heard a flamboyant shriek of delight in my head.
“How sweet. The boys are play-fighting! Oh, I just love to see it!” Faust crooned.
His outburst made me stumble. I tripped over the bag of sex toys I’d left on the floor and fell to the ground. The dildos and I went sprawling over the carpet together.
On the other side of the living room, Sagitta covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter. It wracked his whole frame, making his shoulders quake.
I was in too good of a mood to let Faust’s sudden voice bother me. Plus, I had literally just tripped on a bag of dicks. It was funny. And Sagitta was adorable when he laughed.
“Go ahead. It’s okay.”
“Sorry,” he said, biting his lip. “Was it Faust again?”
It surprised me that he called him by name. Usually, he just said ‘the demon’. But I didn’t think much of it. I figured, like me, Sagitta was in too good of a mood to care.
“Yeah. He’s happy that we’re getting along,” I told him.
He scoffed as a predatory gleam flashed across his face. “I’m sure. I’ll see to it that he won’t be around to surveil us any longer.”
Before I could even get up off the carpet, Sagitta strode over and straddled my waist. Heat rushed to my cheeks and my heart pounded frantically. I wondered if he could feel my dick probing him through my jeans in that position. It thrilled me to think that he could.
Sagitta leaned down and captured my lips again.
A squeak escaped me only to be swallowed up.
Soon the only sounds I was capable of producing were whimpers and moans.
As the wet heat fanned the flames of my arousal, my cock grew harder and more desperate to escape my pants.
My hips started moving on their own. Needy and starving for touch, I grinded against Sagitta as he straddled me.
Soon I felt him doing the same. His mouth and lower half were occupied, but his hands were free to tease me.
His fingers lifted the hems of my hoodie and shirt until my bare skin was exposed.
Every inch of it felt sensitive. Sagitta’s fingertips grazing my belly sent sparks skittering over my body.
It drove me wild. How could such a simple touch feel so fucking good?
“Want you,” I murmured. “All of you.”
Sagitta sucked on my lower lip in response.
Then he sat upright and undid my jeans. His gaze remained focused, even through the haze of arousal.
The angle of his head caused his hair to fall in a sleek black curtain over his forehead.
I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I was too boneless to move—and, on top of that, completely at his mercy.
Sagitta didn’t fumble as he undid my button and zipper. He shuffled my waistband down just enough to expose my boxer briefs, which strained from my erection. He stared at it for a moment, then glanced at me with hungry eyes.
“Do you have lube? Condoms?” he asked in a husky voice.
My head spun.
“Bedroom dresser next to the aquarium, bottom drawer,” I rasped.
Sagitta nodded and vanished into the bedroom. Meanwhile, I lay on my back on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling. My heart felt ready to explode from my chest. My pulse thumped as loud as the bass in a nightclub.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
You still there? I called for Faust.
No reply.
But was he really gone, or had he dipped out? And could penetrative sex really be the cure to my possession?
What if it didn’t work? Then I’d be having sex with Sagitta just for the hell of it. Not a big problem for me, but he took his job seriously. I didn’t want him to lose confidence over another flopped exorcism.
Either way, we’re about to find out.
Sagitta returned carrying a towel, an opaque white bottle, and an entire fistful of condoms. I nearly choked.
“Dude, how many do you need?” I asked.
He blew out a breath as he resumed his position by my legs. He shuffled the towel beneath me so my bare ass wasn’t on the carpet.
“You never know,” he remarked.
I swallowed hard. I’d never lasted more than two or three rounds in a night. What was Sagitta planning? Was he seriously going to fuck the demon out of me?
“Anything’s better than deep-throating one of your holy arrows,” I quipped.
He scoffed, tugging down my underwear. “You just wanted to say deep-throating.”
“Yeah, kinda. By the way, do you think demons consider blowjobs to be sex?”
He undid his own zipper. “Why? Do you want to find out?”
The mental image sent another hot shiver across my skin. “I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”
Sagitta effortlessly slid out of his pants.
Once they were gone, my gaze fell to the bulge stretching his black briefs.
Its thick shape behind the fabric was like a piece of fucking art.
I’d felt him in my hand during our sexy couch moment, but because of our position, I hadn’t actually seen him before.
I was giddy with excitement. I wanted to taste it, see it, smell it—but most of all, I wanted to feel it filling me.
I nearly yelped when Sagitta’s palm cupped my cock. The sound melted into a pleasured groan as he worked me in slow, languid motions. As if I wasn’t fucking horny enough. I melted into a whimpering slut beneath his hand.
“You’re hard,” he murmured.
I steeled my voice so it didn’t come out as a reedy whine. “No shit.”
He chuckled softly—a sound I loved to hear—and gave me a firm stroke, base to tip. I ground my teeth together, but not in time to stop a sharp hiss from leaking out.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I can’t take the teasing anymore.”
A ragged breath in response told me Sagitta was getting desperate, too.
He popped open the cap on the lube and poured a generous amount against my entrance.
The shock of cool liquid made me shudder, but I relaxed as he teased my rim with his index finger.
Pleasure seeped through my body from that spot.
Sagitta let out a small grunt of surprise as his finger slipped easily inside me. “You’re... I don’t want to say loose, but...”
“Open? Greedy?” I suggested, grinning at his flustered expression. I relaxed my muscles further to show off. Thank god I had practice bottoming.