Chapter 34
Joseline
As disappointing as it is to cancel this weekend’s concert—and possibly the next one—it’s in everyone’s best interest. The demons need to rest and recoup, and Tobias is still limping around like a wounded dog.
Part of me thinks he’s trying to milk his injuries for what they’re worth, but I can’t really blame him.
He almost died and saved my life. He also saved Niki and Kacie.
I don’t want to inflate his ego by telling him how much of a hero he is, but I’ll let him pout for a few more days before I start calling him a whiney baby.
It’s the least I can do.
Sebastian offers to put me up in another hotel, but I politely decline.
I don’t want to stay alone anytime soon.
If Niki needs help with the baby or, god forbid, more hellbeasts attack, I’d rather be nearby.
But considering there’s a gaping hole in the side of Niki and Sebastian’s tour bus, and shattered glass embedded into the sofa, sleeping there isn’t an option.
Tobias and Emrys offer me their couch for the first few days—it’s not like I have any other options—but the thought of asking to stay longterm turns my stomach.
Not only do I not want to impose, but the idea of being trapped in close quarters with Tobias every day for the foreseeable future gives me butterflies.
I still have no idea what’s going on between us.
We’ve napped together, sure, but we’ve hardly spoken since we arrived in Iowa.
He hasn’t even tried to cop a feel or kiss me, which confuses me more than if he had.
The constant tension between us makes any space we’re in feel small, and I don’t know how much longer I can go before I snap and do something stupid, like ask him to bend me over every surface in the bus and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.
I’m sitting on the couch in his tour bus, laptop open on my lap, when he walks in and takes a seat across from me. I’ve been staring at the screen so long that my eyes are glazing over, but I still have a long way to go to catch up on all my work.
When Tobias doesn’t say anything, I drag my eyes away from the screen to find him staring at me. He’s wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt, his hair damp from a shower.
“Can I help you?” I ask, forcing my eyes back to the screen.
The demon is so sexy that I might start drooling if I look at him for too long, and I can’t afford that kind of embarrassment. Or distraction.
“Sebastian told me you don’t want to stay in a hotel,” he says, shifting in his seat. The movement grabs my attention, and my eyes are on him again before I can stop them.
Shit.
“Are you asking me to leave?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll be—”
“No.” There’s an edge to his voice as he cuts me off. “You don’t have to leave. In fact, you can stay as long as you want.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks at the thought of living with Tobias and Emrys on their tour bus, being trapped in close proximity with this demon day to day.
Working my jaw, I close my laptop and set it aside, folding my hands in my lap. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Do you think I’d be wasting my time asking if I didn’t?”
“Maybe.” I shrug, fighting the prickle of annoyance starting under my skin. If there’s one thing this demon does better than play the drums, it’s push my buttons. “You do like wasting mine.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “You and that bratty fucking mouth…”
“You enjoy it,” I tease, flashing him a grin. “Don’t pretend it doesn’t get your cock hard.”
Something wicked shifts behind his eyes, making my stomach pitch, and he’s on his feet in a swift motion. He stalks across the space slowly, his eyes locked on me like a predator stalking his prey.
I suck in a sharp breath as he stops right in front of me, his crotch nearly eye-level with my face.
“What did you say about my hard cock?” he asks, smirking down at me. “You said you enjoy it?”
Heat sinks straight through me, pooling between my thighs, and my thoughts scramble.
“It was adequate,” I say, knowing damn well it was the best dick of my life. “No complaints.”
The wicked look on his face turns sinister. I know I’m dancing on thin ice, but I can’t help it. Taunting this demon is thrilling, and the need building in me begs me to tempt him even more.
“How about I show you how adequately it fits down your throat?” he asks, canting his head to the side. “Let’s see how bratty you are then.”
My eyes flick from the bulge in his pants to the bedroom door, which is gaping open. Surely he isn’t going to fuck me with an audience.
“He’s not here,” Tobias says, catching my attention.
My brows furrow. “When did he—”
“You were so focused on your work earlier that you didn’t see him walk right past you.” He laughs.
I wipe the confusion off my face and press my lips into a firm line. “And if he comes back?”
“He won’t.” He sounds far too confident as he cups his hand beneath my chin and brushes his thumb over my lips. “I told him to get lost for a while.”
“You’re kidding.” My face flames, along with the heat between my thighs. “Christ, we could have gotten a hotel room.”
“No.” He chuckles darkly. “I want you drenching my sheets this time.”
With those words, the last thread of my self-restraint snaps, and I reach for the waistband of his pants.
As I drag them down, his cock springs free, and doubt creeps in.
He’s so fucking massive, I don’t think I can get even half of him down my throat, but I’m determined to try.
He groans as I wrap my hand around the shaft.
I pump my hand up and down slowly, my fingers bobbing over the silver piercings with every stroke. A bead of pearlescent precum weeps from the head, and I poke out my tongue to lick it off, swirling it around the ridge before taking him into my mouth.
A low, drawn-out “fuccckkk” hits my ears, and Tobias tangles one of his hands in my hair, urging me to take more of him. I oblige, relaxing my throat as I try to be mindful of the piercings, and take him as deep as I can.
Unsurprisingly, I only get about halfway before my gag reflex kicks in, but I make up for it by stroking the base.
When I look up at him, his teeth are digging into his bottom lip, his brows pinched together in concentration.
My pussy weeps in envy, throbbing and desperate to be stuffed full of cock.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair. “If I wasn’t so bent on fucking your tight cunt, I’d let you swallow every drop of me.”
A few strokes later he jerks his hips back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a satisfying “pop”. I barely have time to pout before he drags me to my feet, kissing me so deeply that my head spins. His hands palm my ass as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan against his lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he says between kisses, his fingers skimming over my waist and diving for the front of my shorts.
He dips and presses his lips to the side of my neck, his teeth grazing over my sensitive skin. Fisting the front of his shirt, I breathe, “Fuck me. Please, god, fuck me.”
Without a word, he shoves my shorts down over my hips and they fall to the floor. Rather than lead me back to his room, he plops down on the couch with his cock still out and motions for me to sit on his lap.
“I thought you wanted your sheets soaked,” I tease, throwing a leg over to straddle his hips and shivering when the head of his cock kisses the apex of my thighs.
“There’s plenty of time for that, I promise.” He pulls me close and reaches between us to line up himself up. “But right now, I want you to ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock, use me however you want.”
I don’t usually like being on top; normally, it’s a whole lot of work for very little payoff. But the hint of excitement in Tobias’ voice, coupled with my raging libido, has my pussy pulsating at the thought.
I sink down slowly onto his cock, taking my time, letting my pussy stretch and conform to his girth. I’m drenched, but it still takes a full minute for me to work him inside. When it’s fully sheathed, Tobias drags me against him and catches my mouth with his.
“Go as slow as you need to.” He groans against my lips and squeezes my ass with both hands.
“And if it takes all night?” I joke, but it comes out breathy.
He chuckles beneath me. “If you can take me all night, I guess Emrys will have to bunk with the twins.”