Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
Uko didn’t bother to put on clothes after getting out of the hot tub, and I stayed in my bathrobe.
We grabbed the food and put it on the coffee table, then I showed Uko how to watch pay-per-view.
I let him choose the movie, which he deliberated over like I was asking him which limb he’d like to remove.
He finally settled on a movie about a talking cat, of all things, and I decided it was a dessert first kind of night.
We ate deep-fried ice cream with caramel sauce, which made Uko’s eyes go wide with delight, and I desperately wanted to put that look on his face over and over again.
He basically inhaled dessert, then set about devouring Southern fried chicken, samosas, deep-fried grilled cheeses, and fried green tomatoes.
Honestly, he was a bottomless pit. I guess demon metabolisms worked differently, because there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his long, lean, humanoid body.
I nibbled on my grilled cheese demurely, but there was no way I could have put away that level of food.
When he was done, he snuggled closer to me on the couch and watched the movie.
Honestly, snuggling with a naked demon who literally made your vagina weep for mercy was not a relaxing experience.
My body was strung so tightly, it’s a wonder I didn’t snap.
He chuckled softly at the talking cat’s one-liners, his fingers absently stroking the back of my neck.
Suddenly, he gripped one of my thighs and pulled it over his lap, letting his fingers trace up and down the inside of my knee, then the inside of my thigh, then higher.
When he reached the barrier of my underwear yet again, he huffed out an annoyed sound.
“These are my least favorite human invention,” he grumbled, tearing them off like they were made of crepe paper.
He turned toward me, pushing me back onto the couch and falling to his knees on the carpet beside us.
His mouth followed where his fingers had just brushed, kissing and nipping along my thighs, until he reached my dripping core and I was panting.
His tongue slid inside in one long, leisurely stroke, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Uko’s mouth was a fucking revelation. I hadn’t gotten much oral in my life; Cade had always insisted that since men did all the work during actual sex, women should give back with blow jobs.
Oral sex had not been a two-way street—even after I tried arguing that he wouldn’t have to do all the work if he tried a position other than missionary.
Uko sucking on my clit pushed all thoughts of my ex right out of my head as I arched toward his mouth. He was eating me out like I was his freaking last meal on Earth, and it threatened to shatter my brain.
My orgasm came out of nowhere, hitting me like a baseball bat. I grabbed his horns and ground myself against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure shook me. He wrung every last ounce of pleasure, then looked up at me, grinning. His mouth glistened as he licked his lips, and I almost came again.
He climbed back up on the couch, yanking open my bathrobe and tearing off my bra until I was naked as he was. “You make me so fucking hard,” he said in a low, gruff voice. “Like you were made to take my cock.”
Well, I was going to have to pay damages for this couch now, because I was pretty sure I’d just gushed everywhere.
Sitting back on the couch, he pulled me onto his lap.
The runes on his skin were still shifting around, and I leaned forward, chasing them with my tongue.
One moved across his chest, down over his nipple, making him groan and press up against my entrance.
When all the marks headed toward his dick, I was beginning to wonder if Uko had control over them.
Was I meant to follow them with my tongue?
I went to move down so I could taste his dick, but he grabbed my chin and dragged me back up. “Ignore them.” He kissed me deeply, his dick finding my entrance, making us both still. He looked me in the eye. “Are you ready?”
“I thought you said Hell didn’t breed gentlemen?” I teased.
He gave me that lopsided grin. “Don’t tell my boss,” he murmured, then impaled me on his huge-ass dick.
I let out a weird sound between a moan and a squawk. The stretch was walking the perfect line between too much and not enough, and I let the sensation wash over me. Then he began to shift my hips, and I rode him in a rhythm that was just perfection.
Before I had time to catch my breath, I was coming again, my body clenching tightly around his, making us both moan low and long.
But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his mouth fucking mine in time with our bodies, and it was all too damn much.
He had two handfuls of my ass, and it was like he was trying to thrust so far into me that we’d become one.
He twisted on the couch effortlessly so that he was above me, still maintaining the same punishing pace. The change in position meant he was hitting all-new, magical places, and I was coming again.
“Uko!” I screamed, uncaring who heard this time. I wrapped my body around his like a freaking limpet, my body sweaty and my thighs like jelly. But he kept going. “Uko, I can’t,” I gasped as he continued, getting wilder and harder.
“You can. One more, Elsie. Satan’s asshole, you feel so damn good.
” He lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder, continuing to pound into me.
His movements were getting less measured, and when he turned and bit my inner thigh, piercing the tender flesh, the pleasure-pain made me hit the motherlode of orgasms. I blacked the fuck out.
My eyes rolled so far back, I saw the mushy goo that was my melted brain.
He came with me, making a sound that wasn’t even remotely human as he emptied himself inside me.
He fell forward, covering my body with his own, muttering in a demonic language that sounded like someone gargling balls.
Finally catching his breath, he pulled out, and I gave a sad little mewl at the loss.
He flopped down beside me, gathering me to his chest.
“I didn’t realize demons snuggled,” I murmured against his pecs as he chuckled, giving the skin beneath my lips a little nip. All his weird moving ink was settling back around his body, but they were different now. “Uh, Uko… your ink is now blue?”
He looked down at his chest. “Ah, they do that when they are happy.”
I stared at the little squiggle near my face. It was blue and kind of fuzzy, a weird little spiral-shape that twisted this way and that. “They? You talk about them like they’re alive.”
He stroked his long fingers through my hair. “They’re parasites. So I guess they kind of are.”
I backed away from the one on his chest. “Parasites?”
He nodded. “Well, kind of. They are the souls of imps. Lesser-lesser demons, I guess you’d say.
They do not get reborn, so to prolong their existence, they bargain to hitch a ride on one of us.
They feel our pleasure, pain, happiness, anger, that kind of thing.
Which is why they all headed to my dick,” he said with a laugh.
I gasped. Those tiny, squiggly little perverts. “Are they sentient?”
He bit his lip. “No, not really. They just kind of feel. They are a soul, not a mind. I guess I am sentient for them. Once their souls attached to me, they became little fragments of my soul. They change color depending on what I feel.”
I grinned. “Aww, like tiny, moving mood rings. I like it.”
Stroking my hair, he hugged me tighter. “I’m glad, because I accidentally transferred one to you.”
I shot up into a sitting position. “You gave me the demon version of an STD?” I screeched, searching my arms and torso.
“A what? Calm down, Elsie. It’s here.” He lifted my knee, spreading my thighs and exposing my heated flesh to the cool evening air, making me shudder.
Then I saw the little swirl on my inner thigh where he’d bitten me.
It moved around sluggishly, as if it was as confused as I was.
“It will not affect you at all. You are not a demon; you did not bind it. It’s still attached to my soul. ”
I swallowed hard. “So you just accidentally gave me a piece of your soul?”
He had the good grace to look a little abashed. “Yes. I’m sorry. Well, I am not really sorry, because I like the idea of you having a little piece of me after I’m gone.”
I looked up into his face, seeing the gentleness there. Apparently, demons could be romantic as hell too. I lay back down on his chest, pushing down the emotions that were threatening to rise up and cause a riot.
He kissed the top of my head. “Would you like to go and test the giant bed? I think I might be feeling hungry again.”
Three hours and five orgasms later, I’d come to the conclusion that he wasn’t just hungry—he was starved.