Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

W ith Cal passed out, I shift us, rolling so we're on our sides, me spooned around him. Still buried deep in his ass. It'll take a while for my knot to come down and let us separate. It creates a bond between a demon and his lover. And much as I know Cal wants to deny it—he is my lover.

I know that as soon he wakes up and comes down, he'll leave, but I trust he'll be back. He's told himself he's only here to take my cock, and that once that's done, so is he. But he'll be back. He wants me. He's just not admitting it yet.

I lie here, admiring his body, letting my fingertips map him out.

He's as big as any human I've ever seen. Tall, broad, rippling with muscles. But he's got these sweet little nips that just beg to be pierced. We've played so well with them. Once he realizes we're forever linked and comes to stay with me, I'll talk him into them.

And his abs. I could wax poetic about the eight-pack that he has. Even at rest, they're stunning, no doubt testament to hours of working out to keep them that way. He's got fine blond hairs that run from his navel down to his cock. The infamous treasure trail. And what a treasure it leads to.

He's still softening, but even completely flaccid, his prick is a delight. There's a damn good heft to it, the head peeking from his foreskin, begging to be touched just like his slit begs to be filled. And he's so responsive to every touch. Even asleep like he is now, his cock jerks as I touch it, trying to fill as my fingertips trace it.

His balls are currently lying loosely in his sac, the heat of his body keeping them loose. Next comes this thighs, thick and broad, and—I give one a squeeze to confirm—quite hard. So many lovely muscles on my boy.

I slide my hand back up and let it come to rest against his belly, feeling each breath he takes as we lie together. I could get used to this. I already will miss it after he goes. How long will it take before he's back again? He's stubborn, my boy, and I'm guessing I'll be enjoying my hand along with my memories and my well-watched video of him coming with the beads inside his ass for some time.

As much as I want him to stay tonight and to come back every night, to come to live with me here, I have to admit, I also love the fight. He makes me work for it, and that's as hot as hell.

He groans and tries to shift, but my cock goes with his ass. It'll be a little longer still before we can separate. He's waking up and I'm glad. I want him to need to stay with me while he's awake. I want him to enjoy the afterglow and aftercare and to crave this part of our joining as much as anything else.

He shifts forward and again I follow him.

"What the hell?"

"It's my knot. I told you it fused us together. It doesn't just deflate as soon as I've come."

"So I'm stuck here like this with you."

"Yes."

His only answer is a grunt, but I can't help but feel that he's happy about it. This way he has to stay; he isn't choosing to stay. Semantics, I know, but there's an important distinction to him.

"How are you feeling?" As soon as my knot goes down enough to come out, I'll get a warm cloth and clean his hole, put on some cream, and get him some water. And some food if he'll stay that long.

"Like I went twenty rounds with the heavyweight world champion."

His admission surprises me, I was expecting the usual bluster. I don't make a big deal of it, though. I know that would definitely bring the bluster back.

"Only twenty?" I tease.

"Your cock's not that big," he counters.

"It's big enough." I shift and circle my hips, and he groans, the sound an admittance that I'm right.

"It's… big." I don't know what he was going to say, some snappy comeback no doubt, but I appreciate that he decided not to go there.

I kiss the back of his shoulder, my lips lingering for a moment, my tongue sliding along his skin to pick up the flavor of him.

"I bet you're hungry," I say quietly. I don't want to push too hard and ruin this softer moment between us.

"I could eat."

Score! He's going to stay when I come out of him, even if it's only long enough to eat dinner.

"It's sushi night," I tell him.

"I don't eat raw fish."

"How about tempura then? Coated and deep-fried vegetables and various types of seafood with some dipping sauce." I can watch him lick the sauce from his fingers. My cock jerks at just the thought.

That makes him groan again. "It doesn't feel like you're softening."

"It's your fault."

"My fault?" He sounds offended.

"You're too sexy and your body feels so good around my prick."

"Then I guess it is my fault." I love the smug note in his voice. I want him to realize his power. I might be the one who wins in the physical battle, but he can still turn me on and make me come. I want him as much as he wants me.

"I'm thirsty," he tells me a moment or two later.

I roll toward him to reach the glass of water with the straw on the bedside table and bring it to him. He grabs hold of the straw between his lips and sucks. I groan because I know how good that sucking mouth feels around my cock.

"Stop that," he whispers.

"What?"

He wriggles his ass back against me, which makes my cock move and shift inside him, making us both moan.

"That."

"Ah. Once again—you're fault."

He snorts, but he doesn't say anything else. And I close my eyes and just breathe him in and enjoy the moment. Surprisingly, he's just as quiet and stays still, and for a few minutes, we're wrapped in this amazing cocoon where only he and I exist, our bodies fused together by pleasure.

But at last, my knot is shrinking, disappearing back into my body and my breath leaves me on a soft sigh. I was quite happy to be buried inside him.

With the knot gone, my softening cock slips from his hole and unless I'm imagining it, he sighs as well. I don't make a big deal of the sound.

"So. Tempura? And you can mock me for not having seen the next Indiana Jones movie," I suggest.

"Well, if you haven't seen Temple of Doom, then you have to see it, just so you can say that you have. But then you never have to watch it again. But the one after that rocks."

"So Temple of Doom isn't good, then?"

"Nope. It's not the worst movie in the world, but it feels like it compared to the first and third."

I love that he hasn't pulled away yet, that we're just lying together and chatting about food and movies. It's why I haven't gotten up to get the cloth and cream yet. These quiet moments are to be cherished as much as I relish the hot and heavy times.

I reach for my phone and open it up to ordering page. "Just how hungry are you?"

"I just went twenty rounds with a heavyweight, remember? I'm starving."

Chuckling, I order enough tempura to feed an army of samurai. Then I give him the remote for the television.

"Get us set up. I'm going to go grab a cloth." I kiss his shoulder and slide out of bed and head for the bathroom. I don't look back. If he decides he needs to go, I'm not going to force him to stay, but I'm hoping he's not ready to end our evening yet either.

When I return a moment later with the warm, wet cloth and the cream, he's brought the TV down and has turned it on. It looks like he hasn't even considered leaving yet. Perfect.

I climb back onto the bed and wipe along his ass, and he hisses.

"Painful?" I hold open his ass cheeks with the fingers of one hand and run the cloth along it, more gently this time.

"Surprising."

Of course. He's not used to aftercare being as much a part of lovemaking as the fight for dominance at the beginning is.

"I'll warn you next time." I wait.

Cal grunts, but he doesn't spit back that there won't be a next time.

I carefully apply some of the cream because the skin around his hole is swollen and clearly irritated. This will help. A little ache in the ass for a few days after being fucked is a good thing. Actual pain, less so.

He hands me the remote as I settle back in bed, and once the movie starts, he turns to face me and curls up against me with his head on my shoulder.

The food will be here soon, and we'll munch as we watch the movie.

I know he'll be back to pushing and fighting in no time, but for as long as Indiana wields his whip, we're having some downtime together.