As soon as we pulled up outside my house, I hurried Jinx inside before any of my neighbors happened to look out of their windows. Once in the sanctuary of my home, I all but pushed Jinx into the bathroom. I dashed out briefly to grab bin bags from the kitchen, then I made him strip and place his clothes in the bag I held open for him.
Then I followed suit. I tied the bin bag closed and immediately felt a sense of relief. I’d take the bag out the back after we were clean and burn it. It felt like all traces of the crime were being successfully eradicated. Everything was going to be okay.
I looked up to find Jinx staring at me. His amber eyes tracked slowly, all the way up and down my naked body. Pride and pleasure swirled through me at his obvious appreciation. I was far from ripped but I was in fairly good shape. Mostly from the blessings of youth rather than any genuine effort on my part. Still, it was nice to be admired.
“Stop perving and get in the shower,” I told him.
He turned to look at the shower in obvious bewilderment. Sighing, I eased past him to turn it on. I fiddled with the controls for a minute, checking the temperature with my hand until I thought it was perfect for him.
“In!”
He gave me a suspicious look before tentatively reaching out his hand and placing it under the spray. His eyes widened and he snatched it back, glaring at me accusingly as he cradled his hand to his chest.
“It’s too hot?” I asked in surprise.
He nodded.
“You are literally a demon from the fiery pit of hell. How can that be too hot?”
Jinx scrunched up his face and stuck his tongue out. I couldn’t stop my surprised bark of laughter.
“Where did you learn that from?”
He shrugged, and I shook my head fondly at him before adjusting the temperature of the shower to what I preferred. Jinx watched me intently, taking everything in. He was clearly very intelligent. I wondered if he would figure out the whole talking thing.
“Try it now.”
He stuck his hand back in and this time he grinned in delight. He stepped under the spray, turned around, grabbed me and pulled me in with him. My mouth fell open with a yelp of surprise and promptly got filled with water. As I coughed and spluttered that out, I managed to get water in my eyes.
“Thanks for that,” I grumbled as soon as I could breathe and see again.
Jinx beamed up at me and I realized being in a shower with a very sexy incubus really wasn’t anything to complain about. Even if he was covered in blood.
He started scrubbing at his wrist and it took me a moment to realize that he was cleaning the bracelet I had made him. Something about the sight caused a lump to form in my throat. The blood washed off of the brightly colored plastic beads with surprising ease. He showed me the clean bracelet as he grinned in satisfaction. But he didn’t seem interested in washing the blood off of himself.
I grabbed a shower puff and some gel and started scrubbing the blood off of his gorgeous body. He stood still under my administrations. A faint rumbling sound started to fill the cubicle.
“Are you purring?”
Eyes half closed in obvious pleasure, he nodded happily. Batting my hand impatiently to get me to continue. Chuckling, I obliged. By the time he was clean, the warm water had done its job on me too and I was clean as well. I’d only had a few splatters of blood on me in the first place. But Jinx took the puff from me and turned me around so I was facing the spray and he was behind me.
He ran the cloth over my chest in a slow sensuous manner that made my cock stand to immediate attention. His hand drifted lower, over my stomach. The feel of the warm water running over my body, combined with the feel of wet and naked Jinx pressed up close to my back was divine. He radiated heat that was as warm as the water.
Suddenly the shower puff was gone and his fingers were dancing gently along my cock. My head fell back and I groaned. The demon made a pleased, possessive noise that hardened my cock even more.
His teasing fingers curled and he fisted up and down my cock with a firm, warm, wet grip. I gasped. Damn that felt good. Whatever he lacked in experience, he more than made up for with incubus instincts.
Then he subtly changed his rhythm and the tightness with which he held me, all while the intensity of the attention he was paying to my reactions burned into me. He was drinking in every moan, every whimper, twitch and thrust. Watching, observing, learning, improving, until he had me a sobbing helpless mess.
His other hand slipped between my legs from behind and gently cupped my balls. Softly squeezing and rolling them in his palm. The dual delights were too much and I hovered, almost painfully, on the edge of my peak. So very close it was torture and bliss.
His hand left my balls and started to drift back.
“No. I don’t like butt stuff,” I managed to gasp.
His hand returned to my balls and fondling me delightfully. I groaned. His other hand rose up to the very tip of my cock and swirled over the slit. My balls drew up and I screamed as my orgasm destroyed me. Jinx kept pumping me, long after I would have begged to stop if I had breath, but to my amazement it drew out my pleasure to the longest most knee-trembling orgasm of my life. I had no idea a male orgasm could last that long.
Head swimming, unable to see, I realized I was sagging helplessly in Jinx’s arms. Yeay for demon strength and the ability to hold me up.
