Chapter 5

Rory

Oh, no.

For a split second, I stare at that perky, toned ass as it flexes, and god above, that's a beautiful sight. It's like watching a marble carving run, except there's giggling involved. My distraction dissipates at the cackles that ring up the stairwell, and reality hits me with the force of a sledgehammer as I grasp what's happening.

He's running away.

He's… leaving.

The spellbook thuds to the ground as I yelp, Shadow's claws digging into my skin as I sprint after the fleeing demon. He takes the steps two at a time, swinging his head back and forth in search of an escape when he reaches the bottom.

He's so fast he's almost a blur, and I'm no match for him in speed. Panic rolls through my body as his eyes land on the door, and I shriek, "Do NOT leave this house!"

I stumble off the stairs, skidding around the corner to find him standing in the open doorway with his hands on the frame. Light wraps around his fit, very naked physique, streams of sunlight playfully dancing on his toned thighs and defined shoulders.

"Ahhh, sun," he moans, tilting his face towards the sky as his entire body relaxes. "This feels even better than I imagined."

My mouth hangs open as I stomp over, grabbing his forearm and trying to pull him back into the house, but he barely budges. "You can't stand here with no clothes," I hiss, tugging his arm again. He gives in, rotating to partially face me, his attention now split between me and the outside world.

Ceramic shatters as I jump and look through the door to see old Mrs. Hickory standing in her yard, gawking. "Oh, fudge monkeys," I mutter, turning and slapping at the demon's chest. "What did I just say?! You can't stand there naked!"

"Why not?" He looks genuinely confused, while my neighbor looks like she's in the midst of a heart attack.

"Because!" I shriek, reaching over and attempting to shield his ridiculously large penis with my hand. Why I thought it would help, I have no idea. It only covers half of him because he's too big for my slender hands to be worth much, so I end up awkwardly twisting my wrist, searching for a better angle in vain. "It isn't what we do up here!"

He shifts his hips, the weighty length of his cock thumping against my palm as I flush from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes. "S-s-sorry, Mrs. Hickory, my… friend here isn't, uh, feeling well." Another swing of his hips has his dick slapping against my hand again, and he throws his head back in an obnoxious cackle.

She dips her glasses further down her nose and openly stares over the top of them. "Looks like he's feeling pretty good to me," she says, and I'm ready for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I whirl to face him, my anger reaching its breaking point. "Inside, now! " His smirk fades and his posture turns ramrod straight as he nods and backs into the house, allowing me to close the door behind us. He watches me in curiosity, like I'm the spectacle here, then leans against the counter and crosses his ankles, all calm and casual-like.

My traitorous gaze falls to his groin, where his half-erect cock rests against his thigh, and I suppress a frustrated sigh at my body's response.

Because, damn .

"Do you have any soda?" he asks, and it distracts me from his dick as I find myself once again blinking in confusion.

"What?"

"Soda. People keep saying that if I am ever summoned to the human realm, I must experience soda. Doctor something or other. Peeper? Pet… peck…"

"Pepper," I offer weakly, pinching at the bridge of my nose as a headache threatens my temples. Could this day get any weirder?

"That's it! Do you have the Doctor Pepper?"

"I…" I shake my head, unable to tear my eyes away from this powerful and probably lethal creature, bouncing around with the enthusiasm of a puppy, all for a sip of sweetness. "Yeah," I finally relent, wandering to the fridge in a daze.

I hand over the can and he scrutinizes it, turning it over so he can look from all angles and tapping his finger against the top. He's confused—that much is abundantly clear—and far too proud to ask for help. Frustrated, I snatch it back, popping the top open as joy lights his eyes.

"The things humans create without magic," he mutters, fascinated, as he raises it to his lips and takes a tentative sip. "Oooh ho!" he shouts, eyes round as he stares at the still-fizzing can. "No wonder demons want to come up here. This Doctor is incredible. Tell me, does it cure ailments?"

I snort, unable to help myself. "No, it definitely does not." He upturns the drink, guzzling the cold, bubbly liquid as I wince. "You might want to slow down and be care-"

Triumphant grin in place, he crushes the empty can in a fist. His eyes widen even more, and a sense of alarm overtakes him as he pounds his fist on his chest, his lips clamped shut and cheeks puffing out. His face contorts and skin reddens until a thunderous, rattling burp rushes out. He stands there, mouth agape, staring at the crushed can in his hand. "What is this?" he demands, his distress clear as he looks at me. "Have you poisoned me, Rory?"

The betrayal in his eyes, combined with the absurdity of the situation, causes an involuntary giggle to escape from my throat. Before I can respond, I'm laughing louder, bending over and resting my hands on my knees. The sexiest man I've ever seen… scratch that, the sexiest demon I've ever seen… stands in my kitchen, naked as can be, convinced I poisoned him with a soda.

How's your Friday going?

"What..." I stammer, my laughter making it impossible to form coherent words. "Who are you?" I finally manage, tears flooding my eyes as I crack up.

"Name's Casimir." He still watches me with caution. Another quiet burp bubbles out of him and he glares at the can in his grasp. "Are you sure you didn't poison me?"

"Positive," I say, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye as he sits the annihilated can on the countertop.

"Well, you may call me Cas."

"And you're a demon? That I… summoned?"

"It would…" Another small burp, followed by a grimace. "… appear that way."

"Alright… and you're here… to do what?"

He shrugs, casual and one-armed like it's no big deal. Like having a demon in my kitchen is just some everyday, normal occurrence. "From what I understand, I have to do whatever you ask of me until you release me from your service."

"But you don't know how I do that?"

He shakes his head, attention fixed outside the window. "Never been summoned before." Shadow wriggles in my grasp, desperate to break free. When I let her go, she darts straight towards Cas, who greets her with a radiant grin. He leans to pick her up, and as she nuzzles into his touch, I decide that maybe he's not half bad.

"Why do people usually summon demons?"

"All sorts of nefarious purposes," he says, still petting Shadow with a smile on his face. "Murder, blackmail, world domination."

"World… domination?"

He nods. "That hasn't been requested in a few centuries, at least from my understanding."

"Right," I say, a little weaker in the knees.

"What were you thinking of when you summoned me, Rory? What sort of changes were you looking to make in your life?"

A blush creeps into my cheeks as I turn away. "I was just… trying to change my luck. Nothing's been going right lately… I lost my Granny, then lost my job, and I guess… I've been feeling alone." The words seem to climb out of my mouth, unbidden.

"I understand," he says in a gentle tone, his voice now too close. I glance up, heart lurching in my chest when I find him standing beside me. "You want the sex." He gives me a sweet smile as I sputter, the blush on my cheeks flaming down my neck and across every inch of my skin. "Well, you're in luck, because I'm very good at sex."

My mouth forms a perfect circle as I pull my hands up in protest. "No, no, absolutely not… that's not why—"

He reaches to grip his cock, glancing down as he gives it a few lazy strokes. That half-chub thickens to full mast, and I'm convinced I'm on fire as I force myself to look away. "Big, yes? It'll make you feel so good—"

"Cas!" I shriek, entire body burning. His eyes are humored, full of mischief as they meet mine, still stroking himself. "I didn't… that's not…" I stomp my foot in frustration as he grins wider. "I didn't summon you to have sex with you!"

He shrugs, his pink tongue darting between his lips as his hips give a little thrust. Against my will, my eyes dart downwards and lock on his hand gripping his rock-hard cock, the exposed muscles in his body pulling and bunching with the motion. Christ, even the veins that web across his hand are sexy. "Doesn't mean we have to waste a perfectly good erection."

As I stammer and stutter, my body instinctively takes a few steps back, until the wall is behind me. Cas prowls towards me, his smooth, rolling movements oozing with the grace and power of a predator. He lets out a soft, sensual moan into the back of his throat, causing a wave of goosebumps to crawl up my arms as he releases his cock with a final pump. His palms land on either side of my head, caging me in place.

Heat floods my system as he leans in, lips level with mine. He inches closer, his breath like spun sugar, sweet and melting into my mouth as he murmurs, "I can give you pure bliss, Rory… make you feel things you've never felt before." His cock presses against my stomach, grinding against me as he moves in a slow, teasing rhythm.

"This is… not how humans do this!" I force the words out while I still have some functioning brain cells.

He freezes. "You don't like the cock to go into the…"

"Oh, for fu..." I catch myself, abruptly silencing the expletive. "Yes, I do like… the… cock…" Shit, I'm about to spontaneously combust from the way my face blazes.

"But you do not like to be fucked?" he asks with a curious tilt to his head.

"I mean… I'm vers but I prefer to bottom… but that's really personal information and none of your business! And besides, you don't just decide that we're going to have sex because you have a boner!"

"But…" He glances down and grips himself again, and I groan out loud this time. "It is a good one."

Frustration—in more ways than one—has me pushing out a heavy, drawn-out exhale, watching my curls fly away from my face. "Yes, Cas, it is a very good one." He looks up with a smile that is ridiculously adorable, accentuated by dimples that appear on his cheeks and a sense of undeniable self-satisfaction. "But that still doesn't mean that we're having sex."

He sighs, staring at his fingers wrapped around his weeping cock. "You won't mind if I take advantage of it, then?"

My skin threatens to sizzle right off my muscles with the way it burns. "It's none of my business what you do!"

"Great!" His head tilts forward and spits onto his cock, sweeping his fisted hand up and down his slicked length.

Good lord above.

I can't look away from the tensing of his abs and the glistening of his shaft, even the way the muscle in his forearm flexes with the twist of his wrist. "I didn't… I didn't mean here, Cas! Not in front of me. Go to the bathroom!"

He slows, still shuttling his grip along his erection in a slow, controlled manner. "But I don't need a bath. Not yet, at least." Another winning smile lights up his face as he winks at me, and I groan and scrub my hands across my face, turning away from him.

"I give up," I mutter, walking into the living room.

"You're sure you don't want to join in, Rory?" The rasp of his voice makes my legs move faster, before I change my mind and do something reckless.