I let out a strangled cry as pleasure ripped through my body. My back arched as I came, fingers gripping Chase’s hair, my cockburied to the hilt inside his mouth. Chase’s eyes were closed as he patiently rode out my orgasm.
When it was over, I collapsed against the couch with a gasp. It took me a solid minute to catch my breath. Chase sat up, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then grinned at me.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
Chase’s face lit up. He looked proud of himself as he shoved a hand down his pants and touched himself, still maintaining eye contact with me. I already felt dazed and lightheaded, but that made my stomach swoop with a new wave of desire. It was obscene. I felt like a voyeur watching Chase put on a show for me. His eyes were glassy with lust as he pumped his cock, and his cute sounds made my spent dick twitch again.
Then I realized he was touching himself while looking atme.I was the object of his desire, the image he wanted to see as he masturbated.
My dick twitched harder.
Chase clenched his eyes shut as he finished. I watched the thick ropes spill over his fist. My mouth went dry. We’d barely finished and I already felt like I could go again.
Chase let out a big content sigh and draped himself on my chest. Our positions were usually reversed, so it felt sweet and novel to feel his cheek on my collarbone. I stroked his broad back absentmindedly.
This feels good. I think I want my life to be like this forever...
Fuzzy warmth tickled my chest. I had stopped caring if my wants were selfish or not. Whatever this was, I needed more of it—even if it cost me my career.
21
Chase
The next day,I didn’t hear from Faust once. Or the day after that.
But unlike the first few times, I didn’t fall for it. His silence wasn’t absence. I still felt him there. He lurked inside my mind and body, waiting for a chance to say something annoying.
And that wasn’t all. The more time I spent with Sagitta, the more I thought about my depressing conversation with Cygnet. He’d implied that Faust was the source of Sagitta’s feelings for me. That it was some kind of demon charm, and nothing more.
I didn’t know what to believe. But that fucking sucked to think about.
Sagitta roused in bed beside me. He blinked past the bleariness in his eyes and murmured, “Anything?”
I knew he was talking about Faust. “Nope. But he’s still here,” I added, knocking on my head.
Sagitta’s expression was halfway between a pout and a scowl. It was wholly adorable.
“This would be easier if the demon told us exactly how to get rid of him,” he muttered.
I hesitated. Sagitta noticed.
“Chase?” he asked in a tone that implied he knew I was hiding something.
I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell him the truth. But what if it was true? What if Faustwasusing demon magic to force Sagitta to fall for me? I couldn’t live with myself if that was the case.
“Oh, for the love of Lucifer,” Faust suddenly spat. His tone brimmed with the same outrage as a posh woman who’d just discovered dog shit on her heels. “I cannot believe you think so little of me, Chase McLeod. Honestly, after all we’ve been through!”
I flinched at Faust’s interjection. It felt like a smack to the back of the head after he’d been silent for two days.
“Did he talk to you?” Sagitta asked, sitting upright.
“Yeah,” I grumbled. “I’m just going to ignore him.”
“You’ll do no such thing, young man, I’m not done with you yet,” Faust ranted.
I grunted in frustration. I didn’t want to hear his shrieking first thing in the morning.
