Chapter 15 Chase #2
That gave Sagitta the confidence to push his digit deeper. I squirmed as my body adjusted to him. My heart was racing and I was dripping with sweat, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. My whole being seemed to vibrate with anticipation.
Sagitta doused a second finger in lubricant before adding it alongside the first. He was gentle and slow, probably more than he needed to be, but I appreciated his kindness anyway. I arched my lower back, feeling his fingers move inside me with a surge of pleasure.
Once I was comfortably ready, I nodded. “You’re good to go.”
Sagitta swallowed hard, and I watched the movement of his throat. My gaze was glued to him as he reached down to free himself from his briefs. I gawked as he swiftly rolled on a condom. The sight of his cock on full display made my eyes widen and my mouth pool embarrassingly with saliva.
“Wow,” I croaked.
He huffed, rolling his eyes. He seemed shy about it, so I held my tongue, but goddamn. If this exorcism shit didn’t work out for him, he’d thrive as a gay porn star.
But then a horrible pang of jealousy struck me, as sharp and painful as stepping barefoot on a Lego. I didn’t want Sagitta to be with anybody else. Not even if it was just sex...
Uh oh.
My doubts were swept away as the warm head of Sagitta’s cock brushed against my hole. I gasped, and all my thoughts puffed out of existence. All I cared about was him inside me.
“Was that a good gasp or a bad one?” he asked.
“I’m good unless stated otherwise,” I promised. “Please fuck me now, I’m dying here.”
Sagitta’s breathing was rough. He hiked up my ass, resting my thighs on his knees as he guided his cock into me. I tossed my head back against the carpet and groaned. Good thing I was on the ground, because I was so dizzy from pleasure I would’ve rolled right off any elevated surface.
Sagitta eased inside. He took it slower than he needed to, but I recalled that this was a first for him. I tried making it easier by taking steady breaths and relaxing my muscles. All pretty easy, considering I was horny as hell and hungry for him.
He bit his lip, straightening as a visible shiver ran through him. It must’ve felt good to sink into me.
I angled my hips to accommodate him better. His body jerked, his cock jutting deeper inside. A hiss escaped through his teeth. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes blazed with desire.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured.
“Thought I was loose,” I teased.
He ignored my stupid comment. Concentrating, his fingers dug into my waist. He arched his back. I groaned as he filled me deeper, deeper, until there was nothing separating us.
Sweat trickled down my forehead. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. Each throb of it made my head swim, and I was drowning in lust.
Desperate and needy, I wriggled my hips. As I moved, I caught the perfect angle and suddenly moaned out loud.
Sagitta stopped holding back. He bent forward, grabbing my thighs, and started fucking me faster. Soon my single moan was a chorus. Each thrust made me cry out louder. My fingers dug into the towel beneath me, curling until it bunched up in my clenched fists.
My hole craved him. I pushed down to meet Sagitta halfway on every thrust, wanting him as deep as possible. His frantic rhythm set my nerves on fire. All the thoughts were wiped from my mind. All I wanted was this, more and more of this. I wanted him and only him.
Sagitta growled as leaned down and brought his face closer to mine. His eyes were glazed and dark with passion.
He looked so damned kissable.
Maybe he read my mind, or maybe it was obvious on my expression, because he closed the gap to press our mouths together.
His tongue possessively skirted over my lips before delving inside.
I whimpered as his tongue grazed mine. The kiss was unbelievably silky and cloud-soft; a gentle reassurance as he pounded my ass like a horny beast.
It could’ve been seconds or an hour that passed. I had no fucking clue. I didn’t care if it went on for the entire week. I didn’t care about the rest of my life, my job, the demon possession. None of it mattered compared to this.
Because the loving way Sagitta looked down at me was everything.
Between stolen breaths, I sputtered, “Fuck, I can’t take it.”
I reached for my straining cock, hard as it bounced against my belly. Desperate for release, I jerked myself off mindlessly and finished within seconds. But even after I came, I was still mind-numbingly horny. I didn’t want Sagitta to stop fucking me.
He hissed through his teeth. The way his body twitched told me he was close, too. I tightened my muscles, clenching down on his cock. After a few wild thrusts, his entire body shuddered. He cried out in ecstasy as he emptied himself.
With shaking arms, he lowered himself onto my chest. I put my arms around his back and held him as he caught his breath. I seized my chance to smell his neck and hair. I closed my eyes, letting his scent fill my lungs.
A few minutes later, Sagitta rasped, “Was I too rough?”
“Nope.”
A moment later, he spoke again. “Was it good?”
“It was amazing,” I said, adding a kiss on his cheek for good measure. He relaxed following that.
After our skin cooled and the sweaty tangle of limbs grew uncomfortable, we stood and cleaned up. We were satisfied, exhausted, and needed to sleep. Before Sagitta could even consider crashing on the couch again, I pulled him into my bedroom to sleep beside me.
He didn’t argue.