Fourteen
Jerry
W hen I first asked Eshim to shift, I had to admit I was a teensy bit scared. Not of him—I knew he wouldn't hurt me—but of my own feelings for him.
They were already so strong, and I couldn't help wondering if that was okay. Did all mated relationships develop so fast?
I remembered Kat and Fressia's one-night encounter that went from strangers to girlfriends in the span of one evening. Eshim and I had taken longer than that, at least.
I'd also been worried I wouldn't feel comfortable around Eshim in his true form, but that fear went unfounded because Eshim was hot .
In his human form, Eshim wore dress pants, well-fitting button-downs, and vests. And while he looked sexy as fuck in a professional sort of way, in his true form with only some cut-off denim shorts? He looked rugged, handsome, and like someone who could easily throw me around and fuck me into the mattress.
Which wasn't something I should have been thinking about while sitting in Eshim's lap because my body was reacting, and judging by the smirk on Eshim's face, he could feel it.
"You like my true form, hmm?" Eshim asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. I almost told him no just because, but then decided against it. Why shouldn't I tell him how much I liked the way he looked? He deserved honesty from me, even about something like this.
"I do. You're good-looking in both forms, but you feel more...real like this. More you ," I murmured, and the smirk fell off his face, something like wonder taking its place.
Four arms wrapped around my back and tugged me into his chest until I was surrounded by Eshim, and I smiled into his skin, dragging in a big breath of his smoky, demon scent.
Pressing my lips against his skin, I hummed at its warmth, then leaned back to give it a lick. His skin was salty, and harder than a human's, but smooth. I hummed at the taste, then scraped my teeth over it, wondering if it felt as good for him as it would for me.
"Jerry," Eshim gasped out, and I smiled against his skin as his fingers slid into my hair. Having four hands on me all at once felt amazing because I knew they all belonged to the same wonderful man.
Humming, I bit his neck, but not hard enough to hurt. I didn't think I could, what with how thick his skin was, and how blunt my human teeth were in comparison.
Eshim grunted, and his fingers tightened in my hair. Before I could continue, he tugged my head back, his grip on my hair strong but not painful.
"You should stop, Jerry," he said in a rough voice that was very unlike his usual soft tenor.
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I can't hold back anymore."
Fuck yes. This was what I'd been pushing for. Eshim had been trying so hard to hold back, to keep himself in check, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him, all of him, no holds barred.
"Then don't," I said, making sure he saw the need in my eyes before I ducked down to continue lavishing his skin with attention. Except his grip tightened in my hair once more, and he tugged my head up, then slammed his mouth onto mine.
Since our first kiss, Eshim had been nothing but sweet and gentlemanly, but I could sense that wasn't all he was. He had a wild side, and I'd finally found it.
I slid my fingers into his hair, holding him close as he kissed me senseless. I'd had some great kisses in my life, but they all paled in comparison. No, that wasn't right. There was no comparison. Eshim's kisses were in a league of their own.
One of his hands stayed in my hair, while two gripped my hips, holding me close to him. His fourth hand slid under my T-shirt, moving up and down my back and sending sparks of electricity through my bare skin.
I moaned into his mouth, rocking my hips forward and rubbing my erection against his. The couch creaked ominously, and Eshim pulled back.
I gasped and noticed for the first time that my lungs were burning, and started sucking in some much-needed oxygen. Eshim kissed so well he'd actually made me forget I needed to breathe. Fuck.
"Shit, I'm so sorry!" Eshim said as he rubbed my back soothingly, and I chuckled through my gasps.
"You can kiss me like that anytime," I told him once my lungs were functioning again, and he gave me a sheepish smile.
"I don't think this couch can handle much more. I used magic to make it sturdier, but there's only so much it can do."
"There's gotta be a bed in there, right?" I asked, pointing toward the doorway that led deeper into the house, and Eshim blinked.
"Um, yes. Of course. But Jerry..."
"Yeah?"
"You know I didn't suggest this weekend because I wanted to get you into bed, right?"
I smiled at the earnest look on his face, and leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips. "I know. We're getting to know each other, right? Sex is an important part of the relationship for me, Eshim. So I'd like to get to know you that way, if you would too."
Eshim's eyes lit up, and he leaned in to kiss me. "I'd like that very much."
I grinned, and went to get off his lap so we could go to the bedroom. But before I could, Eshim stood up, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass as I wrapped my legs around his massive torso to keep from falling. "Hey! Warn a guy!"
"Where's the fun in that?" he asked with a grin, then led me through the doorway and into a cozy bedroom. The room was dominated by the large four-poster bed in the center. Built with dark wood, it looked sturdy enough for one human and his demon. The mattress was covered in royal blue sheets, and four fluffy pillows rested against the headrest, which had beautiful flowers carved into the wood and polished to a shine.
I barely had enough time to admire the bed before Eshim was laying me on it and climbing on top of me, his arms bracketing me on either side as he caged me under his bulk.
Eshim
No sight I'd ever seen compared to the one before me now. Jerry lay under me on the royal blue sheets, his beautiful golden-brown locks spread out around his head in a cascade. He gazed up at me with sparkling green eyes, and I felt like I could lose myself in them for hours.
Lowering myself to my lower elbows, I pressed a kiss on his lips, then his cheeks, loving the way they heated up under my lips.
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," I murmured, and he made a choked sound.
"Haven't you been alive for a while?"
"I have."
"How can that be true, then? I'm sure far more beautiful people than me have and still exist."
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean they seem beautiful to me . Everyone has their own definition, don't you think?"
"I suppose," Jerry relented after a moment, and I rewarded him with another kiss.
"After all, most humans would be scared of me, but not you, right, Jerry?" I grinned down at him, then ran a hand over his hard bulge, making him grunt. "I turn you on."
"Fuck, yes," he gasped out, making me laugh.
"We're perfect for each other," I said, just in case he had any doubts.
Jerry hummed, then tugged me down for another deep kiss. I moaned as I slid my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his as my hands roamed over his body.
"Is this T-shirt a favorite of yours?" I asked, pulling back just enough to speak before I moved my attention to his neck.
"Not really, why?"
Instead of answering, I grabbed the T-shirt with two hands and tore it down the middle, revealing his torso and running my palms over his smooth skin.
"Fuck, that was hot."
Smirking against his neck, I bit down on the soft skin, making him moan and rut up into me. Pants, I needed to remove our pants.
Sitting up on my knees, I watched Jerry for a moment as he panted, his cheeks a beautiful red, the color washing all the way down his throat and to his chest. His nipples were hard and just begging to be bitten, but I held back. I wanted to see all of him first.
I reached for his jeans, and he was nodding before I could ask a question. Grinning at his eagerness, I unbuttoned his jeans, running my fingers over the waistline. Jerry gasped at the light touch, and I unzipped his jeans before tugging them down his legs. When I went to tug his boxers down, Jerry stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
I glanced up, worried I'd misread him, but his eyes were dark with lust as he licked his lips. "Tear them off."
Smirking, I grabbed his underwear with two hands—didn't want the elastic band to snap back and hurt him—and tore it apart, flinging the pieces behind me.
"Oh fuck yes," Jerry groaned, making me laugh.
I removed my own shorts with a wave of my hand, and Jerry blinked in surprise, then sucked in a breath when he got a good look at my cock.
"Holy fuck, you're big ."
I resisted the urge to preen, but couldn't help the smug smile on my face. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to prep you well."
"You better," he said with a laugh, then grabbed my arms and started pulling me back down. Getting the message, I covered him with my body, our cocks pressing together as I hovered over him.
"I want to come just like this," he murmured, and I pressed my lips to his.
"Your wish is my command," I said as I rocked my hips into his, rubbing our cocks together. I snapped my fingers as I licked at Jerry's lips, coating our cocks with lube, and Jerry moaned into the kiss as our cocks slid against each other. I wrapped a hand around our lengths, and we fucked into it, chasing our orgasms as we continued kissing.
Jerry wrapped his legs around my hips, his heels digging into my back as he clung to me, the air thick with our combined scents.
As his climax drew closer, Jerry pulled away from the kiss, his lips parted as he panted and gasped, his eyes staying latched onto mine. This, this was what he'd meant when he said sex was an important part of the relationship for him. This moment, when I felt connected to him in a way I hadn't before, like we truly were two halves of a whole.
"You feel so good. I'm close," I murmured as I leaned down to kiss his cheek, and he moaned, his fingers digging into my upper arms as he held onto me.
I jerked us off harder, flicking my wrist with every thrust as I pushed us closer and closer to our climaxes. Jerry's skin was covered in a layer of sweat, and I licked his neck, humming at the salty taste of him. I breathed him in, the scent of his precum, his sweat, his skin...it drove me wild and pushed me over the edge just as he went still under me.
I wasn't sure which one of us came first, but our cum mixed as it covered my hand and Jerry's abdomen, spilling and spilling as we clung to each other. The only sound in the room was our harsh breaths and Jerry's garbled moans.
After a minute, I pushed myself up onto my knees and took in the sight of Jerry, sweaty, disheveled, and covered in our cum. Had he ever looked more captivating?
Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I licked my fingers, humming at the taste of us. It was salty and bitter, but it was us , and I found myself licking my hand clean. Or I was going to, until Jerry grabbed my hand and tugged it close, then sucked a finger into his mouth, licking off the cum with a pop. My cock twitched as he took his time cleaning my hand, and while I could easily be ready for round two in a second, I resisted the urge. It'd been a while since we arrived and I didn't know if Jerry had eaten breakfast. I needed to take care of my mate first.
Still, I didn't rush him, letting him clean up my hand until he was satisfied. Then I licked his belly clean, and he almost convinced me for a round two before his stomach growled.
"Come on. Food, then we can decide what to do next."
"I'll be happy if we spend the rest of the weekend in bed, chatting and fucking," Jerry declared, and I snorted.
"If that's what you want, that's what we'll do. But first, food. How about a nice brunch outside? We can sit under a tree and watch the birds and squirrels."
"Sounds like a plan. Give me five minutes to wash up and find some clothes."
"I'll get the food," I agreed with a nod. While I had stocked up with some emergency supplies, I planned to get fresh food for our meals, since I only wanted the best for my mate. I wasn't a good cook, and I didn't want Jerry to have to cook on his time off. Luckily, I'd only need a few minutes to get food from anywhere in the world.