I splashed cold water on my face, not looking at my naked body. Hot liquid ran down my thigh, startling me. I glanced down to see Demon’s come running down my leg. All I could do was stare at the reminder that I was no longer a virgin, and Demon was the one who did the honors.
I took a deep breath, cleaning Demon off of me before wrapping a towel around my naked body. With his kit tucked under my arm I hurried out to fix him up.
Demon eyed the towel as I approached. He sat on the couch butt naked. The bloodied shirt crumbled on the floor next to him.
I scurried over, not making eye contact as I began getting everything out to fix him up again.
“You shouldn’t have been so aggressive. When the local anesthetic wears off you’re going to be in a shit ton of pain. I numbed you pretty good, but that’s not going to last forever.” I mumbled as I cleaned the stitches, and applied the glue to the area we popped open.
“There is nothing short of being on my death bed that would’ve stopped me from fucking you against that wall. And as soon as you’re done fixing me up, I’m fucking you again. Hurry up, and make sure to put some more anesthetic on it.”
My head snapped up to look at him. “Already?”
He glanced down, and I followed his movement. Sure enough he was hard and proud. This time he didn’t have a blanket covering him. Shock rippled through me that he was ready to go again. Didn’t men need time to recover?
I studied it, since this was the first time I was face to face with a penis. The shaft was thick with a vein on the bottom. The head was a deep pink, swollen, and smooth.
“If you keep staring at it like that, I’m not going to wait for you to finish.”
I cleared my throat and finished gluing him up.
“Wrap it up tight so we don’t have to keep doing this after every time.”
“How many more times are we going to do that?” I asked, putting everything away. I took extra time so I wouldn’t keep staring at his cock.
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“What you have to do tomorrow.”
“Demon be serious. We can’t have sex all night and day. That can’t be humanly possible. You were stabbed, and you drank a half-full bottle of whiskey.” I finished cleaning up, and with nothing else to do I plopped down across from him on the coffee table.
Now it was Demon’s turn to study me, but instead of looking between my legs he was searching my face. “Little girl, I could fuck you twenty-four-seven and not get enough of you. I hate to tell you this, but the men you’ve been with have been slacking. And like you said we better take advantage of my numb leg while we can.” He ground the back of his teeth when he mentioned me sleeping with other men.
“Or maybe you’re not normal. Maybe it’s you. Some sex starved dirty biker that can’t get the blood to go to the right head. Have you ever thought of that?”
Demon chuckled. He leaned forward, his hand on the edge of my towel pulling it open to reveal what he was searching for. “Take this off. In fact, I think I should have a no clothes rule when you pass the threshold.”
“I can’t just walk around your apartment naked.” I clutched the towel closer to my chest.
“Poor, little girl. I almost feel bad for corrupting you, almost. Now take off the towel.” His voice was deeper, lust filled, and sexy as sin.
He tugged at it, and the knot on the side unraveled. My arms were the only thing keeping it in place. Without taking my gaze off him I stood and let the towel fall to the floor.
He sucked in a breath as he yanked me toward him. With a quick move I landed on his good leg, not wanting to reinjure the leg I’d just fixed.
“We need to be careful.” I said, tapping the side of the bandage.
“Well then you’ll have to ride me.” He picked me up, settling me on his lap. My hands automatically went to his chest. I marveled at his hard chest. Tiny scars dotted his pecs, I traced them all.
Demon’s hips lifted, nudging me with his erection. “Why don’t you hop on?”
I looked down and panicked. What if I did it wrong? What the hell was I supposed to do?
“Have you never been on top before?” Demon asked. I glanced away not wanting to meet his eyes. “Angel, answer me.”
My stomach churned. I took a deep breath and looked down at him. “No, I’ve never been on top. I’ve actually never been on bottom either.”
