“Take me back to the penthouse,” she whispered.
21
Hannah
“Already?” Lucifer drew away with a small chuckle and a teasing glint in his eyes. “The night is yet young. We could still see the sights, grab a souvenir, eat a bite of dessert.”
“I’m ready for the lust portion of our evening.”
I gripped the front of his shirt, the small buttons pressing into my skin. I kissed him with renewed passion, trying to convince him of my need as he gathered me in his arms. The feel of his tongue gliding across mine distracted me from our surroundings so much that I didn’t notice he’d taken off until we were already high in the air.
I pressed my lips to his neck as I watched the view over his shoulder as he flew toward The Celestial, his wings moving silently through the night. I wanted more of what he gave me the other night, and my body hummed with need as I pressed against him.
He landed on the balcony outside his room and the door pushed open ahead of us. It was hard to tell in the night, but it seemed as though a shadow had opened it. As soon as he entered the room, his wings disappeared and he set me down, but he didn’t let me go.
“I need you.” My voice came out husky and full of desire, and I began unbuttoning his shirt as he slid the jacket off his shoulders. I walked backward into the room as I slipped my finger under his belt, drawing him after me. His cock pressed against his pants, seeming to guide his way, and I smoothed my hand over the bulge, making him groan softly.
After one last stroke across the front of his pants, I returned my attention to his buttons before he grew impatient and yanked his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
“Mmm…” I pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses across his neck and collar bone as my hands explored the shifting muscles of his taut stomach. “Let me count the sins… Greed.” I kissed his neck again. “Lust…” A deeper kiss to his mouth. “Gluttony.” I stroked his tongue with mine before drawing it into my mouth. Then I pressed my hand to the bulge in his pants once more. “And pride.”
He lifted an eyebrow as a corner of his mouth gave an amused quirk. “It is my sin, after all.”
“Want to show me how proud you are, Lucifer?” I asked as I drew his zipper down. I caught my breath as his huge cock sprang free of his soft black slacks.
I sank to my knees, and his fingers immediately laced in my hair, his fingertips pressing to my scalp as all of my focus fell on the hard length in front of me. I closed my eyes as I traced my fingers lightly over the soft skin of his cock and a growl rumbled through him.
“Tease,” he ground out, his voice rough as his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Not used to a little temptation, Lucifer?”
He rumbled another growl and I grasped him with a little more pressure as I stroked his full length. He inhaled sharply, and I took the sound as encouragement, pressing the flat of my tongue to his skin in a long lick. I swirled it around the head, listening as his breathing became ragged.
“Hannah.” He murmured my name so quietly I didn’t know if he was even aware he’d spoken.
In reply, I slipped the head of his cock between my lips. He groaned, driving his hips forward, and I opened my mouth wide as I accepted more of him. He was so big it was a challenge, but somehow I knew I could take it.
He pushed into me a couple of inches then pulled slowly back out, giving me a chance to even out my breathing. I chased him with my mouth to take more of him as I worked my hand at the base. I bobbed my head lower each time, and he moved his hips rhythmically with me, his breathing increasing in tempo with every thrust he made.
As I closed my eyes, all of my other senses took over. The texture, the taste, the smell, and the sound of Lucifer. It all rolled over me, and the moment took me home. I hummed my pleasure over his skin, while he thrust into my mouth.
“Hannah,” he whispered hoarsely. “You always were the one to make me fall. Not pride. You.”
With a groan, his fingers tightened around my head, forcing me to suck him deeper, just as his cock surged between my lips. Then his hot, salty seed shot into my mouth and down my throat. I took it all as I looked up at him, his face gazing down at me as he came.
He gripped my arms and yanked me to my feet, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Now it’s my turn. Take off your clothes.”
I stripped slowly, removing my shirt and jeans, then my bra and panties. He watched me the entire time, stroking that long cock, which was still hard, even after that. I should have expected that the devil could go for more than one round. My pussy pulsed with the knowledge of where he wanted to be, and where I craved him so badly.
He removed the rest of his clothes next, way too slowly for my liking, although I soaked up the sight of his sculpted, naked body. Both impatient and in the mood to tease him, I slipped my fingers between my thighs, gliding them over my wet slit. I groaned as I touched my clit, suddenly unsure who I was teasing more. “Envy.”
“Don’t let me get to wrath,” he muttered as he reached for me, drawing me flush against him, his cock needy as it
