I want to tell them that I better just try them both so that I can compare and contrast, but before I can offer that helpful suggestion, the doorbell rings, the noise jolting me out of my carnal distraction.
“That’ll be the food,” I squeak out before clearing my throat a bit. “I’m going to go shower.”
I spin on my heel and leave the room before I can get tempted to strip down and beg for all the orgasms. It’s not a good idea. At least, not until I get the demon ash off of me. Priorities, right?
18
I toss and turn, the sheets on my bed tangling around me, tightening against my fevered skin like snakes slowly trying to wring me dry. I’m achy everywhere in the worst kind of way. Why didn’t I let Echo finish the job? I should’ve ripped off my pants, pointed at my vagina, and challenged, “First demon to give me twenty orgasms, wins!”
Stupid, Delta. Had to go and be all, “I don’t want to make things more complicated, so I’m just going to go to bed.”
What was I thinking? I’m a demon, what’s more complicated than that? I should be riding that orgasm train into bliss-coma station, not jumping off and being all “It’s cool, I’ll walk from here.” I had a free ride to some serious pleasure, and I just walked away? As Napoleon Dynamite would say, “Idiot.”
I rub at my clammy face and wish for the thousandth time tonight that I had batteries. My favorite toy is dead to the world, and I’m up horny creek without a dick paddle.
Can demons be summoned? Can I say Echo or Crux in the mirror three times and one of them will appear and make me come until I scream? Or scream until I come? Scream while I come?
I sigh at the possibilities as they swirl around my head like a flirty breeze, but then the curtains covering my window flutter slightly, like my teasing gentle wind is actually moving around the room and not just in my mind. I stare at the hanging panel of fabric for a moment as it settles and stops moving. My heart is suddenly pounding in my ears, and I strain to hear if the air conditioning kicked on and that’s what caused it.
The curtain is half dipped in shadow, and I do my best to try and see into the darkness. Without warning, Echo steps out of that shadowy spot in the corner of my room, and I gasp and scramble back against the metal headboard of my bed before my brain can scream at me that we know the intruder who just walked out of the darkness.
“What the fuck!” I screech at him, sagging in relief when I realize I’m not in danger.
His pitch-black eyes rake over my bare legs, trace the hem of my underwear where it meets my thigh, and then move up to caress over the wife beater I’m wearing as a pajama top. My nipples harden as his gaze skims over my breasts the way his shadows did earlier, and my heart kicks off for all kinds of new reasons, none of them involving fear.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, my tone breathy and kissed with suggestion.
“We have unfinished business,” he answers, his voice more like a stroke against my body than just a mere sound. I swallow hard.
Echo steps toward the foot of my bed, and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s a go for launch. He reaches down, fisting the sheet and blanket in his hand and then slowly pulls them toward him. The covers slip down my body, languidly exposing me inch by painfully slow and sensual inch. It’s hot as hell.
His eyes never leave mine as the blankets stroke down my legs. I don’t miss that it feels exactly like his shadows did against my skin earlier. If there was any question about Echo’s skills, they’ve evaporated like steam into the air, because this demon is seducing the shit out of me right now, and he’s barely even doing anything.
“Mmm, that’s better,” he observes when the sheet and blanket are pooled around the end of the bed, leaving me exposed.
We just stare for a moment at each other, and nerves start to gather in my stomach, but then, suddenly Echo is shirtless. The sight of him and what it does to me is like a battering ram to my insecurities.
I trace the lines of shadows on his body, his fluid tattoos tracing over his muscles and accentuating all that he’s got going on. It’s a lot. Like a lot a lot. I can’t wait to trace the planes of his body with my mouth and taste this demon’s shadows for myself.
I pull off my shirt without a second’s hesitation, and I love the way his eyes take me in. Like we’re keeping this fair, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his body, kicking them off.
Well, fuck me.
His shadows V down his abdomen and spiral down to his shaft, moving like a wave toward the tip of his cock and then back down to the base as if he’s stroking himself with them. I lick my lips and then crawl forward on my hands and knees, transfixed by the sight. I want to taste him.
I look up at him as I move off the bed and fall to my knees on the floor in front of him. He doesn’t say anything, but I can see the want simmering in his dark eyes. I palm him in my hand and stroke him once, surprised when the shadows move away and grant me access. It’s like he doesn’t want to feel anything but me, and that’s incredibly emboldening.
I lean forward and suck the head of his cock into my mouth, moaning slightly at the feel of him. I take him deeper, and the feel of his shaft
