#6
His hand tightened on my cock, stroking faster, and that was all it took. I came with a shout, my whole body seizing up as pleasure exploded through me. My cum painted the tile wall in front of me, spurt after spurt as Michael continued to thrust into me, drawing out every wave of my orgasm.
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when his rhythm faltered.
His claws dug into my hips hard enough that I knew I'd have marks, and then he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his balls drawn tight against my ass. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of his cum flooding me. He came and came until I couldn’t take anymore.
His cum, with nowhere else to go, leaked around his cock and down my thighs, the heat burning into my skin deliciously
For a moment we stayed like that, both of us panting under the spray of the shower. Around us, I could hear the sounds of other men finding their own release, having gotten off watching us. The thought sent a lazy thrill through my exhausted body.
Michael pulled out slowly, carefully, and I whimpered at the loss. Cum rushed out of me, but I didn’t care. My legs were shaking so badly I wasn't sure I could stand, but his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me upright.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice back to that smooth, layered tone. "I've got you."
He turned me around, pressing my back against the half-wall for support, and I got my first good look at him post-sex. His red eyes were softer now, almost gentle, and there was something like satisfaction on his demonic features.
"Wow…" I started, but couldn't find the words. “That was…”
"Incredible?" he supplied with a smirk. "Mind-blowing? Best fuck of your life?"
"All of the above," I admitted, too wrung out to care about playing it cool.
Michael laughed, reaching up to brush wet hair out of my face. The gesture was surprisingly tender. "You did very well. Better than I expected, actually."
"Gee, thanks," I said dryly, but I was smiling.
He helped me clean up properly this time, his touch gentle as he washed away the evidence of what we'd done.
The crowd that had gathered slowly dispersed, though a few men lingered to give me appreciative nods or knowing smiles.
I probably should have been embarrassed, but I just felt.
.. satisfied. Loose and warm and completely fucked senseless.
When we were both clean, Michael shut off the water and grabbed towels for both of us. My legs were still unsteady, and he kept a steadying hand on my elbow as we made our way back through the locker room.
"So what happens now?" I asked as I dried off. “Do I just go home or…”
“You hate your job, right?” Michael asked, water still streaming down his body.
“I don’t—” Then I stopped, remembering all those months of crawling through sewage because I was the new guy. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I kinda do.”
“Well, then I’ve got a proposition for you.”
I lifted an eyebrow. What was he getting at?
“Let me hire you to be our full-time plumber here,” he offered. “We’ve got about two miles of pipes in this place. It would be cheaper to just have someone on staff. And that means you could use our… amenities here whenever you wanted.”
“I mean… that sounds kind of nice.”
“It’s a lot of cum-filled drains and stray condoms here and there, but the benefits aren’t bad.”
“Benefits?”
Michael grinned, moving close and wrapping a hand around my waist. “Well, for one, we have a great healthcare package and thirty days of PTO a year to start.” Then he pulled me against him, his hot skin pressed against mine. “And you get to fuck the boss whenever you want.”
I stared at him, my brain still fuzzy from the best orgasms of my life, trying to process what he was offering. A real job. With benefits. And unlimited access to this place… to him.
"You're serious," I said, searching his demonic features for any hint of deception.
"Completely." His clawed hand traced lazy patterns on my lower back.
"I need someone reliable who can handle the unique challenges of maintaining this facility.
Someone who won't freak out when they find scales in a drain or have to fix a glory hole that's seen more action than it can handle.
" His eyes glinted with amusement. "And someone who clearly appreciates what we offer here. "
My mind raced through the implications. Leaving Kevin and his bullshit assignments behind. No more crawling through literal shit for minimum wage while the senior guys got the easy jobs. And instead, working somewhere I'd actually want to be, where I could be myself without judgment.
"What's the pay like?" I asked, because I wasn't completely sex-drunk enough to ignore practical concerns.
Michael named a figure that was nearly double what I was making now. My jaw must have dropped because he chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest into mine.
"We take care of our people here, Brad. This place runs on discretion and quality service. I can't have that if my staff are overworked and underpaid." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Plus, I'm very motivated to keep you happy and nearby."
A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with being wet and naked. "When would I start?"
"Whenever you want. Give your boss two weeks notice if you're feeling generous, or quit tomorrow. I don't care." His hand slid lower, gripping my ass possessively. "Either way, you're mine now."
The possessiveness in his tone should have set off alarm bells. Instead, it made my spent cock give a valiant twitch of interest. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd just met this demon a few hours ago, and now I was considering upending my entire life for him.
But then again, what life was I really leaving behind?
A shitty apartment I could barely afford.
A job that made me miserable. No real friends in the city because I was always too tired after work to socialize.
When I looked at it that way, Michael's offer seemed less crazy and more like exactly what I needed.
"I'll need to grab my stuff from the locker," I said, which wasn't a yes but wasn't a no either.
"Of course." Michael released me, stepping back. His form began to shimmer and shift, the dark demonic features receding until he looked like the white-furred werewolf form he'd been wearing earlier. "I'll walk you back."
I dressed quickly and we made our way through the locker room in comfortable silence. The place had gotten busier since I'd arrived, groups of men chatting and laughing at their lockers or sucking one another in the showers.
We walked through the lobby where the desk attendant was reading a different romance novel now. He looked up as we passed and gave me a knowing grin that made my face heat.
The night air was refreshing and cool when we stepped outside. It was a welcome changer after the humid warmth of the bathhouse. My company truck was still parked where I'd left it hours ago, though it felt like days had passed.
"Thank you," I said, turning to face Michael. "For... everything. Tonight was—"
"Life-changing?" he supplied with a smirk.
"Something like that." I ran a hand through my still-damp hair. "I really will think about your offer."
"I know you will." He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. His touch was warm even through the glamour. "But Brad? Don't think too long. Some opportunities don't wait around forever."
Then he kissed me, soft and sweet and completely at odds with the rough fucking he'd given me in the shower. When he pulled back, I was breathless all over again.
"Drive safe," he murmured, then turned and walked back inside without another word.
I stood there for a moment, watching the door close behind him, my lips still tingling from the kiss. I took a single step toward the truck before I stopped once more.
What the fuck was I doing?!
“Michael!” I called, spinning on my heel.
He had his hand on the door handle when he looked back. “Yes, Brad?”
I nearly ran over to him before throwing my arms around his neck. My lips crashed against his, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He moaned softly, leaning into my touch with just as much fervor. When I finally pulled away I was breathless and flushed once more.
“I’ll accept your offer on one condition,” I said, staring into those eyes that flickered between amber and red.
He let out an amused chuckle. “And that is?”
“Go on a date with me,” I said quickly, trying not to feel foolish.
Michael reached up, his hand cupping the side of my face once more. “Oh Brad,” he said softly, smiling from ear to ear. “As if you even had to ask.”
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