“Of course I will, Ash. Because it’s you.”
Ashmedai couldn’t resist leaning in to taste him, sinking his tongue between his lips and and growling enthusiastically as Nicolas’s fingers deftly opened his trousers and pushed them down his legs. He kicked his boots off, and the jeans followed quickly.
“Want to do something,” he said. “Something different.”
“Anything,” Nicolas panted. “Anything you want.”
“Want you inside me.”
“Oh God, yeah. Wait, when you say inside…”
Ashmedai straddled his hips. Nicolas was already hard, his length weeping at the tip, like the very idea was enough to bring him to the brink. Ashmedai’s cock parted his seam. It was incredibly sensitive inside, and although it would be tight, he wanted to know what it would feel like to fit Nicolas’s length inside along with his own, filling him up in a way no one ever had.
Chapter 15
Nicolas
Ashmedai guidedNicolas’s fingers to his seam, and the silken heat of his insides stole the breath from Nicolas’s lungs. Slick fluid dripped down his fingers, and the head of Ashmedai’s textured cock pressed against his palm.
“It doesn’t hurt you to keep your cock inside like this while you’re aroused?”
Ashmedai was fairly panting against his mouth, but he shook his head. “Feels good. Torture, but good.”
Nicolas chuckled. He wondered if it would feel like wearing something like a cock cage, hindering his ability to fully get hard. Maybe he should try it sometime.
He was torn from his musings when Ashmedai guided his fingers to a fleshy mound hidden deep inside him, just beyond the base of his length.
“This,” Ashmedai said breathlessly. “This spot.” He shuddered. “Feels very good.”
He was knuckle-deep inside Ashmedai now, barely able to touch it with his fingers, but his cock… He gently removed his fingers, now dripping with Ashmedai’s fluid, and wrapped them around himself, slicking his length. He angled it up as Ashmedai shifted and sank down, pressing the head of his cock against his seam, below where the dark head of Ashmedai’s arousal was peeking out.
“Oh,” he breathed, his body tingling.
He wasn’t sure he would fit, but then the head of his cock squeezed past the seam, surrounding him in tight, slick heat and sinking deeper. The ridges of Ashmedai’s length rubbed along the top of his own. His toes curled, and his spine arched. Ashmedai’s hands pressed flat against his chest for purchase as he sank down, his weight pinning Nicolas until his cock was completely sheathed inside along the underside of Ashmedai’s own.
Neither of them moved at first. Nicolas’s breath fell fast and hard, and his hands found Ashmedai’s thighs. His body was smooth and hairless, the skin lightly textured and pulled taut over lean muscle.
“You feel so amazing,” he gasped out. “Are you okay? Does it feel okay?”
Ashmedai chuffed out a breathy sound. “Yes. Very okay.” He laid one hand on the bed beside Nicolas’s head and loomed over him, his glowing eyes the only points of real light in the room. The television in the living room provided just enough faint light for him to see Ashmedai’s silhouette.
“Want you so much,” Ashmedai rumbled darkly. “Nothing is enough. Want to sink my claws and teeth in. Leave my mark on your bones. Want to hear you scream my name. Want so many things.”
Nicolas trembled, but not with fear. Despite the threat in the words themselves, Ashmedai would never hurt him. He knew that as surely as he drew breath. He understood what Ashmedai wanted, because he wanted it, too. He wanted toown every part of Ashmedai and wanted to give up every cell of his body for Ashmedai to own in return.
Ashmedai’s hips rose. His cock dragged halfway out of his seam as Nicolas’s did, and when he plunged back down, both disappeared back inside him. Nicolas moaned, his hands flying to Ashmedai’s hips as he found a mercilessly steady rhythm. Their cocks moved together in and out, fluid dripping from their lengths to soak Nicolas’s pubic hair and drip down the crease of his thighs and hips. It was filthy—and the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
Primal sounds and the wet slap of skin filled the air. Nicolas’s cries barely sounded human to his own ears, and Ashmedai’s rattling growl gave him an excited thrill, like his lizard brain still recognized it as a threat even though he knew he was safe. He fucked up into the tight grip of Ashmedai’s body, meeting his thrusts despite Ashmedai’s weight pinning him down.
His hands scrabbled against Ashmedai’s back as his climax neared, shooting sparks through his body. He felt a shudder ripple down Ashmedai’s spine, and fresh, hot fluid gushed over their lengths as Ashmedai came around him. His ridged cock pulsed, and his already tight hole cinched almost painfully around him, milking his own orgasm from him. He threw his head back as he spilled inside Ashmedai’s channel, screaming his name, fingers clawing at any part of him he could reach, needing him closer, tighter, harder.
Strong fingers gripped his head, turning him how Ashmedai wanted and crushing their mouths together. Nicolas whimpered into it, slipping his arms under Ashmedai’s coat and shirt to explore the hidden expanse of his back. There were hardened ridges down his spine, and hepurred at the touch, the sound muffled between their mouths.
When they parted, his tongue flicked against Nicolas’s bottom lip. “No one’s ever touched me like this.”
Nicolas tilted his head. “Really?”
“Sin eaters are strange. Wraiths of Hell who dwell in the Pit. Even other demons avoid us. Or we avoid them. Never wanted to be touched. Never knew I could want someone like this.” He gently raked his claws through Nicolas’s hair.
