His tongue wrapped around just below my cockhead, lightning-fast, the forked tip flicking my glans like a whip.
A very wet, very hot whip, with a slight sting of pain behind the unbelievable perfection of it.
I choked, moaned, arched up, and almost came all over his face.
“Mmm,” he hummed, and lifted his head, his tongue whipping away again and leaving me blinking up at him, panting. “You really are sweet everywhere. Aroused, and hard, and wanting.” He stroked his hands up my thighs and curled them around my hips. “But soft in all the right places.”
Soft in all the right placesnearly undid all thehard and wantingright then and there, and I froze, staring at him.
I was soft in alotof places. Like my hips, where his fingers were teasing the little curve of chub that stuck out below the slight dip of my waist, and he hadn’t even gotten to my ass yet, which was definitely soft and round…but therightplaces? He had to be making fun of me. Kenny hadn’t wanted to fuck me that often because my ass and thighs jiggled, and it was such a turn-off for him. No matter how much I tried to get more exercise it never seemed to help.
“Stop,” I said, or kind of squeaked. I cleared my throat. “Don’t!” Because Xan had started pushing his hands higher, rucking up my shirt and exposing my stomach and more of my sides. Fuck, I didn’t want him to change his mind. I grabbed at my T-shirt hem, trying to pull it down again. “You can leave my shirt on, that’s fine. You don’t want—”
I stuttered into silence as he shifted his grip to wrap my hands with his, fingers pressing in between mine in a way that mimicked how he was pressing my legs open with the breadth of his huge body.
“What don’t I want?” he asked, and raked me over with his glowing gaze, up and down, lingering on my cock. That heated look was almost tangible, my skin tingling in its wake. “I think I want everything. I told you. All of you. You summoned me to possess you, and now you think that doesn’t include your upper body?”
Well, okay, when he put it that way, but…
“I’m not sure what you mean by the right places. But I’m not, you know. I don’t look like you.”
Xan’s hands tightened around my own so hard and so suddenly that it hurt, and I cried out, struggling, as his eyes blazed.
The pressure lightened instantly, but the glow didn’t. His eyes burned like coals.
“Forgive me,” he said, voice an even rougher growl. “I know how fragile you humans are. Did I injure you?”
“No,” I whispered. He’d started stroking my hands with his fingertips, little gentle trails of his burning heat along my skin. Everywhere he touched me instantly became an erogenous zone.
How would those fingers feel inside me? As hot as they did on the outside?
“Good,” he said, but he didn’t stop stroking, and every motion felt like he was doing it to my cock, which stood up painfully hard, the head swollen, my balls tight.
Xan leaned down, eyes glowing red and lips parted enough to show me a glimpse of his flicking tongue. My own eyes were sliding shut, tremors along every one of my nerves making me weak. I was melting into the bed and strung taut with tension at the same time, my whole body trembling.
“There’s nothing soft where I come from,” he went on. “Nothing sweet. Nothing—delicate.” My fingers had unclenched from around the hem of my shirt under his gentle assault, and he carefully pulled my hands away, laying them at my sides. I watched through my lashes, breathing like I’d been running a marathon, the tightness between my legs gathering almost to the point of pain, as he took hold of my T-shirt again. “Nothing like you.”
He pulled the fabric up slowly. Even though I had to bite my lip and clench my fists again, this time in the bedding, I didn’t try to stop him.
I closed my eyes. I knew what he’d see. Only a faint trail of hair, because I was pretty smooth all over and my pale blond hair didn’t show much in the first place. Chub on my hips. Maybe even a slight red mark from where the waistband of my jeans had dug in a bit. The convex curve of my belly, not an abdominal muscle to be seen. They were there, of course. Just invisible. The slight indent at my waist, between the chub and my ribs. And then my chest, as he pushed the cotton up almost to my collarbones. More smooth softness there. I had muscle underneath that, too, quite a bit, and strong shoulders. I lifted a lot of boxes of books at work. But it didn’t particularly show.
Most of the time I’d waited to undress until Kenny left the room, because he’d made this sort of groaning, sighing sound whenever he saw me with my shirt off. Luckily for both of us, I could leave it on to blow him.
So the last time someone had seen me like this had been—well, a while.
But the sound Xan let out didn’t seem to indicate disappointment. It could’ve been the purr of a terrifyingly large cat.
Instead, it was the purr of a terrifyingly large demon, a low, rumbling vibration pitched perfectly to set off whatever part of my lizard brain wanted to whimper and put my ass in the air and hope for the best.
When I cracked my eyes open, I found his hungry, glowing gaze fixed on my body, and I squirmed uncomfortably, my face going hot and my head light and floaty.
“You’re perfect,” he said. “If I’d wanted someone like me, I’d have stayed at home. Everything’s a fight with my kind. Rough. I’m tired of it.”
He bent his head down until all I could see was the curling flame-like tendrils of his hair, and pressed his lips just above my navel. I tried desperately to suck it all in, but I was breathing too hard, and I only managed to quiver my stomach against his mouth in a way that showed off exactly how not-firm it was.
And that pushed me over the edge, making me writhe under him, desperate to get away from this—from this—gods, from the most affectionate touch I’d had in years. Because I’dsummoned him.
“You couldn’t stay home,” I gasped, trying to shove at him and get him up, but accomplishing exactly nothing, my fingers scrabbling against firm, hot skin wrapped around muscles like granite. “My spell brought you here—”
