Page 45 of True Sacrifice
“Is there someone back in the mortal realm missing being between your thighs while you’re here fucking demons like it’s prom night?”I snipped. I didn’t like the idea of some mortal lying in bed yanking his junk to the thought of her… like I had just been. I was so fucked.
“You’ve already asked your question. It’s your turn to answer now,”she said, clearly not wanting to discuss someone. Maybe I would need to take a trip back to the mortal realm. She can’t miss what isn’t living.
“I was born in Hell, so no souls before that,”I answered with a smile.
“That was a dirty trick, and you know it,”she responded, and I could feel her outrage.
“I’m a demon, babe.”Babe just rolled off my fucking tongue without permission.
“I can play dirty, too,”she teased. I couldn’t help the urge to push my hands back into my pants, just to take the edge off a little. My power was coming back at a creeping pace. Maybe if I just kept stimulated a little while longer, I would have enough power to close the bond for five minutes. I’m pretty sure that was all the longer I would need to get the job done. I waited for her to return a question. There wasn’t a lot of room with my pants on, so I slowly eased them off.
“What’s your favorite sex position?”Her voice filtered through right as I grabbed my cock again. I groaned as I imagined her back in my bed, tied to the posts spread before me. My grip tightened as I imagined myself standing before her, stroking myself as she watched with hooded eyes.
“Well, I guess that’s one way to get off without being touched. Is that your normal way of having sex, then?”she interjected, breaking me from my mental fantasy.
“It gets the job done,”I answered, trying to recover from the fact that I had clearly sent her a mental image I wasn’t meaning to. “But that’s not actually my favorite position.”Something about her tone, urging me on.
I deliberately focused my mental images and pushed them through to her. In my head, I picked her up, flipping her around to her stomach and repositioning the ropes to hold her in place with her ass in the air. I approached her from behind, one hand still on my cock, as my real cock cried a tear of pre-cum. My thumb swiped over the bead, smearing it around.
I felt, or heard, her gasp through the bond. “So, you can fuck,”she breathed back at me.
I imagined her skin flushed, her breathing coming in short bursts. She was probably in her room alone right now. Part of me hoped she was touching herself.
“It’s your turn to answer, babe. What’s your favorite position?”I gripped the base of my cock firmly, giving it a squeeze, trying to control myself a little. I still had to make it through her answer.
A myriad of images assaulted my mind as she sorted through her memories, not being very careful to keep her thoughts to herself. It surprised me to see Justice starred in all her musings until she showed me Jasper pushing into her with his tail. Holy fuck, that was hot. No human interactions seemed to make the list.
“I guess I don’t have a lot of experience. I’m trying to pick a favorite,”she sighed. Her mind went back to flipping through her exploits.
“It doesn’t have to be something you’ve done. What position would you like to try the most?”My cock ached from my grip, so I released it to go back to gentle strokes.
“I’ve never tried it from behind before,”she breathed to me. She sent back my fantasy of having her on my bed with her ass up in the air. Fuck, she was trying to kill me.
“Your question,”she prompted after a pause.
I could feel my control breaking. Just a little more and I could cut off the connection and relieve all this pressure built inside me. “What are you wearing?”
She responded with a mental image, one of the clearest ones she’s ever projected. She had a tight white tank top on, her nipples hard and poking through the fabric, aching to be touched. You and I both. There was a blanket covering her from her waist down, but her hands were on top of it.
“Did you get that?”she asked, making me realize how long I had been silently pouring over every inch of the image she had sent.
“Yeah, I got it,”I said tensely.
“I know you hate my pajamas,”she quipped.
I hated them. I hated how they made me think about waking up next to her. The morning she had run into my storage room, she was wearing black boy shorts with ice cream cones all over them. Jasper had commented the night before on the guys’ chat about the underwear he had burned off her. Apparently, she was into weird patterns. Nothing weird about ice cream cones, other than the thought of licking which accompanied it.
“So, um, what are you wearing?”her voice was tentative.
I sat up quickly, pulling my hand back above the blanket. I took my shirt off and ruffled my hair a little. I sent her a mental image of me laying in bed.
“Do you always sleep naked?”she asked as I realized how that must have come across.
“I have boxers on,”I hedged.
“You didn’t show me those,”she whispered, and it was like she was in my fucking ear. There was no way I could show her under the covers without her seeing exactly the state I was in. My dick loved that idea way too much.
“You didn’t show me under the covers either,”I quipped back.
