“Yes,” the demon purred. “Listen to the golden boy and grind. Sit down on my feckin’ face and ride my tongue.” I did as I was told. The movement caused his thick cock to pulse, reminding me what else he’d asked for. I stroked him from base to tip.
“Fuck, oh yes. Fuck. Work my cock up and down. Give your wrist a good twist. Yes—gods, yes. Just like that.”
His voice broke as he added, almost reverent, “I could suck on this perfect clit for hours…”
I rocked against him, messy and shaking.
“Lugh, baby… please,” I pleaded. “I want you in my mouth.”
When I reached for him, he came willingly.
“You sure? Think you can handle takin’ me all the way?” he asked quietly, the question in his eyes, in the gentle way his thumb brushed my lower lip.
I laughed, breathless and wrecked around the edges. “So sure,” I said through a moan. “I’m so very fucking sure.”
The look he gave me in answer nearly undid me on its own. “How could I say no when you ask like that?” he murmured, his voice roughening. “When you look so pretty, lookin’ up at me?”
His thumb brushed my lower lip, gentle and coaxing. “Open those pretty pink lips.”
He guided me where he wanted me with a tenderness that only made everything more intense. He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips, spreading his arousal over me in an unmistakably claiming way. I answered without hesitation, my response drawing a rough breath from him.
When I took him in, eager and unguarded, his reaction was immediate. A helpless sound tore free as his head tipped back, the sound pulled from him like it had been wrenched straight out of his chest, too big for the space it was born into.
The world narrowed to mouths and hands and the dizzying, overwhelming sensation of being worshipped and devoured at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” Lugh breathed, his voice breaking. “Gods… the way you moan around my cock as he worships you between your thighs…mother feckin’ shite…your throat is so tight. You take me so well.”
The demon growled, his voice rough with approval. “She gushes when you praise her. This tight little cunt tastes like wild honey. So feckin’ sweet.”
My response turned messy, spilling out in sharp little gasps I couldn’t swallow back, my body answering him before I had the sense to try.
“Yes—yes,” the demon gasped, the words tearing out of him. “Keep strokin’ my cock like that… just like that. I’m about to blow for you.”
“I’m so close,” Lugh rasped. “Make sure she cums first.”
“You don’t have to tell me how to please a woman,” the demon snapped back.
Time blurred. Sound blurred—my own broken noises, the demon’s low, satisfied groans, Lugh’s choked curses tumbling together in a heady rush. They pushed and coaxed and murmured praise against my skin, keeping me right at that sharp, unbearable edge until all I could do was cling and burn and fall.
I stayed committed to pleasuring Lugh with my tongue and throat, and my demon with my fist until the tension in their bodies snapped. Pleasure shuddered through them at the same time, and I swallowed every last drop Lugh gave me, as his hand cradled the back of my head like I was something precious even now. Then, the demon’s cock jerked and pulsed until I could feel hot spurts of cum hit my stomach and chest.
The demon’s hands slid back to my hips, steadying me as my legs went watery. He guided me off of him carefully—just enough control to keep me from crashing.
I was shaking, tears streaking down my face, every muscle loose and useless. I stayed on my knees, chest heaving, lips wet and tingling. Lugh’s breathing sawed in and out above me, his hand still cradling the back of my head.
Then he dropped down in front of me.
His mouth found every inch of skin, everywhere except the place that ached the most. Each brush of his lips only sharpened the need he deliberately avoided, skirting the burn he’d left humming through my body while he kept me right there, open and waiting.
The need hadn’t faded. If anything, it sharpened.
“I’m not done,” I said, the words rough but certain. “I think I could manage another round.”
For a beat, neither of them spoke.
Then Lugh huffed a quiet laugh that I felt travel the length of me. “Round two?” he asked, breath still a little ragged, amusement and challenge tangled together.
I surprised myself by laughing, low and wrecked and happy in a way I hadn’t expected to be. “Let me show you how greedy a mortal can be.”
