Demon, page 11
He grasped my arm before I could move away from him, swinging me back around to face him. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, pulling me with him toward the stairs.
The crowded room parted like the red sea as we moved through the throngs of people in our way. By the time Demon dragged me up the stairs, down the hallway, and into his room, I was out of breath, and my heart was racing with anticipation. He pulled me inside and shut the door. I turned to look at him where he stood in front of it; as if afraid I'd bolt. His hard expression frightened, yet thrilled me at the same time. Lust, indecision, anger were all there, but it was the smoldering look in his eyes that caused my senses to erupt with so many sensations that I felt momentarily overwhelmed.
Too afraid of rejection, I crossed my arms. "What are we doing here, Demon?"
His gaze dropped to my breasts briefly. "Need to talk." He walked slowly toward me.
Talk? My heart fell at his words when just a few minutes ago his behavior had suggested that we would be fucking by now. The big bulge in his pants agreed. "About what?"
"You can leave any time you want."
I instinctively knew that he was talking about the clubhouse and not his room. He went to his fridge and pulled out two beers. "You've been cleared," he said simply as he handed me one of the beers.
"Is this your idea of an apology? Getting me all hot and bothered and then dousing the flames with a cold beer?"
He gave me a crooked grin. "That was a bonus."
His flippant response made me angry. "For who? I don't like being teased and then left all wet and horny." I took a sip of the cold beer, trying to keep my temper from exploding into a full on attack of him with the nails curling into my palms. He'd been messing with me, the bastard.
He snorted. "I got caught up in the moment. Just think of how good it will feel when you finally get your happy ending. I'm sure Bull won't mind taking up where I left off."
The jerk! I so wanted to bring him down a notch. "I thought you were Bull." Let him think that another man had been on my mind while he'd been the one turning me on. It served him right. I could tell immediately that Demon didn't like my come back, but I got savage pleasure out of his reaction.
Then I lost my mind, and my tongue. "Why?" I asked him, trying not to sound too desperate or needy. "Why do you hate me so much, Demon?"
His expression sobered instantly.
"What is it about me that disgust you so much? When I was here as a club whore you never touched me, but I saw you watching me, and then you'd grab one of the other girls and stomp away." I was sure he could hear the confusion in my tone, and possibly even the hurt that I couldn't disguise.
I watched him bring the beer to his mouth and take a drink, his eyes watching me closely over the top of the can. A sick feeling in my belly warned me that he was going to reject me, say something that would crush my world, along with any hope I might have had that he'd ever want me.
"You wanted me to treat you like one of the whores?"
Well, put that way of course my answer was “no,” but I'd had a hard time watching him with the others while he’d totally ignored me.
"I don't hate you, Bobbie."
Ohmygod! I was more confused than ever. Maybe it was beyond my comprehension. I finished my beer and set the empty bottle down on the counter. "You just don't want me," I mumbled it to myself, but loud enough to cause a flicker of emotion to spark in Demon's eyes. I laughed a little bit. "I don't even know why we're having this conversation. It doesn't really matter anymore," I lied. I needed to get out of there. Needed to get back home, and to the life I'd built there. Somewhere away from Desert Rebels and Demon.
I took a deep breath and willed the burning in my eyes to stop. The sad truth was that I loved a man who felt nothing for me and probably never would, and I wasn't about to make a bigger fool of myself than I already had. It was time to change the subject before I lost control and broke down. "So, did you find out who the traitor is?"
The look that came across his face seemed to be one of mild relief. Had he recognized that I'd been about to lose it? "Not going to discuss club business with you."
I’d already known that, but I smiled anyway. "Ah, yes or no isn't a discussion," I said with sass.
He tossed his empty bottle into the trash and opened the fridge door. "Want another one?"
"No, I think I'll go back down to the party."
"Get that dick you need?" He closed the door and our eyes met.
I gave him a flirty look. "Want,” I corrected him. “And why not? My sex life isn't as active as yours." That was the truth; I hadn't had sex in close to a year. "It's been a while for me, and you kind of reminded me how good it feels to have a man's hands on me."
His eyes narrowed on me. "It's not been that long since you were here servicing the brothers."
I laughed. "And for you ‘a while’ is probably a week."
He didn't dispute it. Just grinned that sexy smirk of his and took a long drink.
"Seriously, Demon, I was a club whore, but I wasn't treated like one."
"You trying to make me believe that you didn't fuck all of my brothers?" He paused. "Including Gage?"
That hurt. He knew that Gage and I had become close. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that, no, that I hadn't been with any of his men, including Gage, but he didn't deserve the truth. Demon had already made up his mind that I'd been a club slut, and that implied that I'd fucked everyone. The reason that his men hadn't required that of me was a mystery, but one I'd been thankful for. It had allowed me a place to live, with benefits, and all I'd had to do was keep the place clean and the men’s bellies full.
Fuck, maybe there was something wrong with the way I looked, something that I couldn't see. Some reason that none of them had wanted me. "I don't care what you believe." I turned toward the door. "There's got to be one man down there that will scratch the itch I have." One drunk enough to overlook my faults.
I heard a low growl, but that was all. I didn't hear Demon move until he had me against the door with his big body behind me, crushing me there. I released a gasp of shocked surprise and turned my face against the wood. "What the—"
His mouth was against my ear as he snarled, "An itch? That all you need scratched, Bobbie?"
Why did he sound so resentful? "Demon, what are you—"
He jerked against me as if to get my attention. "Answer me, woman."
His breath was hot against my cheek. "Yes, I have an itch!" I screeched at him, struggling to get him off me. "Asshole!" What did he expect all the groping and grinding of his cock against my ass would produce?
His gruff laughter held little amusement. The next thing I knew, one of Demon's hands was grasping my hair while the other one had moved to the hem of my dress. He used the bulk of his body to hold me into place.
"Long as all you want is an itch scratched, I can deal with it." His tone was hoarse, the promise behind his words causing me to still.
I held my breath as a flutter started in my core and unfurled throughout my body. He thrust his hips against me, making me aware again of the size and hardness of his cock.
"My dick is big enough to take care of all your itches," he rasped.
I was positive that it was.
The husky sound of his voice teased my erogenous zones and fueled my libido. All of a sudden I was feeling way too much, more than I could bear. As his hand slowly traveled up the back of my thigh, taking my dress with it, I shivered wildly with the thought of where this was going.
Finally!
Arousal gushed hotly between my trembling legs, dragging a whimper from me. Demon's hand was rough, callused, trailing along my flesh in a light caress that branded me as his. How could this beast of a man touch me with such softness? Tenderness was something I wouldn't expect from a man like him.
I cried out when his hand wiggled its way between my legs to the soaked material covering my pussy. His fingers flicked over me, setting off a series of moans as I shivered with hunger. God, I wanted him to fuck me. "Don't stop!" I begged, parting my legs to make access to my body easier for him. I had no shame.
"Have no intention of stopping until my dick is inside you, filling you up with cum," Demon groaned in a tone of voice I'd never heard from him before.
Raspy.
Guttural.
Primal.
Dangerous.
Yes, dangerous as hell, because the filthy description of his words backed up the hoarseness of his jagged tone. Demon was so damned sexy in a rough, outlaw kind of way. Everything about him turned me on, and I wanted him more than ever.
I craved him.
I caught my breath when his finger slid beneath the elastic of my panties and sliced through my folds to where wetness slicked my labia.
"Christ, you're soaked for me," Demon grunted, his cock pulsing strongly against my bottom. "I want to taste you, but if I don't get my dick inside you soon I'm going to fucking come in my pants."
I laughed softly at the desperation in his tone. His finger flicked over my clit, and my legs threatened to give out in response to the tingling sensation running down my thighs. "What are you waiting for?" I barely recognized my own voice. A loud moan rushed up my throat when he sank his finger deep inside me. "Oh, fuck!" I trembled, breathing loudly through my lips. He added another finger and curled them both against my sweet spot, surprising me when he seemed to know exactly what he was reaching for.
I whimpered, growing weaker, my pussy clamping down on his fingers. God, I wished it was his cock filling me. I began to move my hips, and he began to thrust his digits in and out. His breath was hot and rapid against the corner of my mouth. I turned further into his mouth, willing his lips to close over mine, and when they finally did we both experienced a moment of wildness.
Like the man his kiss was rough, demanding, yet at the same time smooth and coaxing. I could only open beneath his onslaught, and then our tongues were thrusting, tasting, ramping up the lust that was already burning in our veins. The hand in my hair twisted harder, but the sting quickly evaporated into a pleasant burn that traveled down my spine. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on that I didn't care if the world was about to implode. The only thing keeping me on my feet was the crushing body behind me.
I climaxed hard around Demon's fingers, crying out in his mouth as my body lost all control. I was almost thankful when he broke our kiss, allowing me to draw air into my starved lungs. We were both breathing hard as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me. I didn’t care that, as my orgasm waned, I was becoming ultra sensitive down there. Soon I was whimpering and trying to twist my hips away from him, but I had nowhere to go.
"Demon—fuck!" I gasped with a racing heart. "I-I can't—"
There was no humor in the gruff laugh against my neck. "Oh, baby, yes you can."
And he was right.
Because he was just beginning.
Chapter 14
Demon
Having Bobbie come undone in my hands was fucking hot, and I was going to do it again and again. I wasn't going to give her time to enjoy the aftermath of orgasmic bliss that usually followed coming so hard. We were just getting started, and I intended to enjoy the hell out of her body. But first, I needed to make sure she knew that this was a one-time thing.
I put my mouth to her ear. "I fuck you; I need you to know that it's for tonight only, Bobbie. Will you be happy with that?"
"Yes! God, just fuck me already!"
I needed her to accept that this changed nothing between us, even if I was the one with the hang-up. She didn't know that, though. I'd fuck her all night if that was what it took to get her out of my system. After that, I'd send her ass back to Pahrump.
I pushed the thought of her leaving out of my lust-dazed mind and grinned at her breathless impatience. She was primed for my dick. If I'd known she'd be this responsive, I would have taken her a long time ago. My dick was about to explode. I thought about stepping back to retrieve a condom, but if this was the only night I was going to have Bobbie in my bed, I wanted all of her.
Bare.
Skin on skin.
The thought of unloading inside her sweet cunt caused my breathing to speed up.
"You on anything?" I rasped while grinding my hard-on against her ass. I grasped the silk between her legs and ripped it away from her body.
She stilled, and it was at that exact second that I recalled what she'd recently been through. Fuck, how could I have forgotten? I was a bastard for putting her in this position, ready to take her like an animal, because that's what I was when it came to fucking.
"Christ, I'm sorry, baby." It was going to kill me, but I started to pull away.
"No!" she said sharply. "I'm okay! I'm clean, Demon," she panted. She'd misunderstood my hesitation. "I'm on the pill and I—I need you inside me."
I wasn't totally convinced. "You sure?"
"Yes! Please…fuck me!"
I reached between us to undo my pants and take out my dick." Spread those legs and stick that ass out, baby."
She complied, bracing herself against the door. As much as I wanted to slam into her with one thrust, I held back. I wasn't worried that I'd hurt her, but I didn't want to trigger any unpleasant memories that would ruin our first fuck. She'd been raped, and I was conscious of that as I took my dick in my hands and lined it up to her pussy. Fuck, she was soaked, her sweet cream mixing with the pre-cum seeping out at the head of my dick. I teased her opening, slipping past her slit, and pausing where her soft, swollen labia cushioned my swollen head. I groaned at the sensation surrounding my dick. Christ, the urge to thrust forward was so fucking strong that my thighs quivered to hold back.
I felt Bobbie thrust her ass out further, as if encouraging me to impale her. That put a grin on my mouth. She was eager and whimpering with frustration over how slowly I was taking things. She had no fucking idea how hard it was for me. I ran my head up and down her slit, making sure to rub her clit, listening to her little moans and gasps until I couldn't take it anymore. Using super-human strength to stop me from slamming forward, I sank into her warm, wet pussy with one slow slide. It was a slow trip to heaven, but worth it in the end.
We both groaned. I closed my eyes at the exquisite feeling shooting up my dick as I was finally inside the woman I'd wanted for so long. I held myself still for a minute, letting her get used to my size, because I was no small man. I couldn't hold back a grunt when her muscles clamped tightly around me.
"Fuck, baby." I growled against the side of her neck before turning to sink my teeth into her. Her sound of pleasure sent a tingle down my spine that went straight to my balls and settled there. I began to move, pulling out to the tip before plunging back inside.
"Demon," Bobbie panted, clamping down on my dick every time it was seated deep inside her. "Fuck me."
"I am."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "Fuck me. Like you mean it," she explained. "I need to feel you."
What the fuck? I was about to lose my fucking mind trying to keep control, which I had little of when I was buried balls deep inside a woman, and she wanted to feel it? She had no idea what she was unleashing, and I wasn't about to question it. I fucking loved sex, loved fucking a woman into exhaustion, and I liked it rough, rough to the point that it was hard to separate pain from pleasure. I hoped Bobbie knew what she was getting into. She wanted to feel it? She was going to feel it for days to come.
As if a tap had been turned on I exploded into action, thrusting into her fast and hard, not giving her time to catch her breath. I reached around to her tits and grabbed them, wishing she was naked so they could fill my hands with heavy softness. I squeezed the mounds roughly, pinching her already erect nipples through the tight leather. Next time we fucked, we would both be naked. My dick was already swelling with the need to come, I could feel the tingle at the base of my spine, and I clenched my jaw, willing it back.
"Demon—" Bobbie's voice was a breathless whisper.
"What, baby?" I snarled against her ear.
"More."
I growled with fucking pleasure, grabbing her hips and pulling her back on my dick, causing us both to grunt out with the force, the noise of our bodies slapping together an erotic sound drowning out the music from below and filling the room. She was so fucking tight, squeezing my dick like a glove, her muscles clamping down on me until I thought my dick was going to fucking explode. Since her dress was up around her hips it was easy to lower a hand to her clit. I flicked the swollen bud, grinning at her sharp cry.
"Come for me again," I whispered into her ear. I continued to manipulate her pulsing clit, feeling her tremble against me. It didn't take much coaxing. I pinched and rubbed her little clit until she lost control, screaming and shaking as she came on my dick. "Fucking hell, woman!" Her tightness and the heat of her release surrounding me pushed me over the edge, and I buried my dick deep and came hard.
"Aaaaaaggghhh!" I roared, digging my hands into her hips as I ground my loins against her. I filled her cunt with cum, feeling the release of my seed with every heartbeat in my chest. I pumped my hips until I was drained, and twitching with aftershocks. The sound of our harsh panting filled the room, and I remained locked inside Bobbie until my balls were empty and I could finally move again.
I reached up for her hair and twisted her face around, slamming my mouth down on hers. I kissed her roughly, savoring the sweetness of her little mouth as she opened beneath mine and our tongues fucked. When I felt my dick start to harden again I drew back. The next time I fucked her I wanted us both naked.
"Get those clothes off fast if you don't want them ruined," I threatened, meaning it. I pulled my dick out of her snug pussy and stepped back, already stripping my cut and t-shirt off. Bobbie turned around. Fuck, she was beautiful, looking all flushed and rosy, her mouth swollen and wet. I grinned at the mild confusion shining in her lust-dazed eyes. "Not done with you, baby. We have all night to take care of your itch."
