Page 5 of Devil Wears Nada
I reached for a drawer beneath my cutting table. “Why do you think this is my first rodeo?”
He laughed, the sound turning to a groan as I pressed a slick finger against him. “Resourceful. I like that in a— Ah!”
I worked him open carefully, but he was impatient, demanding more, faster.
“I won’t break, designer boy,” he growled. “I’ve taken cocks in dimensions your mortal mind can’t even conceive of.”
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” I said, adding another finger and curling them just right.
Van’s entire body jolted, and somewhere in my apartment, I heard glass shatter. “Oh! That’s— What was that? Do it again!”
He doesn’t even know what a prostate is,I realized with a mixture of amusement and lust.I get to teach a demon prince about mortal pleasure.
I obliged him, stroking that spot until he was practically sobbing with pleasure, his cock dripping onto my imported silk.
“Please,” he finally begged, “I need you inside me. I need to feel what it’s like as a mortal.”
Who was I to deny a prince? I slicked myself up, positioned at his entrance, and pushed slowly inside.
The tight heat of him was incredible, but what really got me was his reaction. Van threw his head back with a cry of pure shock and pleasure. His entire body trembled, and the overhead light exploded in a shower of sparks.
“Holy fuck!” I gasped, instinctively covering him with my body to protect him from the falling glass.
“Yes!” he cried out, seemingly oblivious to the destruction. “Holy fuck indeed! More, Lucas, more!”
I began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had him clutching the edges of my cutting table. With each thrust, his moans grew louder, more desperate. I reached around to stroke his cock, and he bucked so hard he nearly threw me off.
“Too much,” he gasped. “It’s too much—I can feel everything so intensely—”
But his body was telling a different story, pushing back against me, seeking more. I gripped his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and fucked him harder.
“Is this what you wanted when you got in my car?” I growled against his ear. “Did you fall from the sky just so I could fuck you on my cutting table?”
“Yes,” he moaned shamelessly. “The universe has excellent taste in matchmaking.”
I laughed despite myself, the sound turning into a groan as he tightened around me. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I know,” he preened, even in the midst of being thoroughly fucked. “It’s my best quality— Oh fuck, right there!”
I angled my hips to hit that spot again and again, watching as this supernatural creature came completely undone beneath me. His perfect body flushed pink, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the now-dimmer room. With the overhead light gone, we were lit only by the golden hour sun streaming through my windows, turning him to living gold.
He really is otherworldly,I thought, feeling my own pleasure building to its peak.And he’s here, in my studio, falling apart on my cock.
“Lucas,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Something’s happening—it’s different as a mortal—I can’t—”
“Let go,” I urged him, stroking him faster. “Come for me, Van.”
He did, with a cry that didn’t sound entirely human. His body clenched around me so intensely that I followed immediately, burying myself deep inside him as pleasure crashed through me in waves. As we came together, I swear the whole apartment shook—or maybe that was just me.
When I could think again, I became aware of two things: every reflective surface in my workroom had shattered, and Van was laughing beneath me, a sound of pure joy.
“That,” he declared breathlessly, “was worth falling from grace for.”
I carefully pulled out and helped him stand, turning him to face me. His eyes were wide with wonder, his expression softer than I’d seen it yet.
“Are you okay?” I asked, suddenly concerned I’d been too rough.
He blinked, then his usual smirk returned. “I’m extraordinary, as always. Though this body is experiencing some fascinating new sensations.”
