Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

I blink open my eyes, taking in my messy desk across the room. Light streams in from the window and I'm content to just lie here. There's warmth at my back and I can't help but smile as memories of last night come return to me.

I mean, nothing actually happened, but as soon as the doc and the dean gave me a clean bill of health and sent me back to my dorm, Ben has been by my side, doting on me like I'm some fragile flower.

Usually, this much attention and coddling chafes at me, but oddly enough I find his concern comforting. I wasn't even bothered when I woke up in the middle of the night to find him passed out next to my bed, I convinced him to just climb in beside me and sleep.

Do best friends typically do this? From what my female friends have said, women who are best friends tend to be affectionate to the point of cuddling and sleeping in the same bed, but we're guys. Guys operate differently.

Because this doesn't feel like best friend territory, this feels more like boyfriend territory.

Ben mumbles something in his sleep and I can feel his morning wood digging into my ass cheek as he shifts. He burrows his face between my shoulder blades and I force down a shudder. Ben's asleep, and I shouldn't think anything of this. Even as his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me flush against him as his hips grind against me.

He's curling around me in such a way that one of his legs rests over mine, and when he thrusts his hips against me his cock drags through my crack and catches on my hole. I brace for an onslaught of pain from the touch, but there's no pain. As if what happened last other day was just a nightmare

I suck in a breath, biting my bottom lip to keep in my moan as his cockhead rubs against my taint before thrusting back up.

I need to wake him up somehow. Roll away from him, get out of bed. Something that wakes him up enough that he stops humping me in his sleep.

Instead, my eyes close as I move one knee closer to my chest, opening myself up to him. My dick is already hard as granite, pre-cum leaking onto the sheets beneath me.

My eyes pop open. Oh, shit. At some point last night, I must have stripped out of my sleep bottoms. Without moving, I glance down my body and my breathing gets a little ragged when I see Ben's bare thigh draping over my hip.

My breath hitches as he thrusts lazily against me again, and I feel the slick crown of his cock push against my hole.

Oh fuck, he's either naked, too, or wearing such loose boxers that his erection is jutting out from them. One of the main reasons I don't like boxers. Too many times my dick has managed to play peek-a-boo while wearing them.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck Oh fuck! I freeze in shock as he mumbles something else, shifting closer to me as he pushes against me, his hips making little abortive thrusts.

I need to stop this. This can absolutely ruin our friendship if I don't nip it in the bud. I twist, fully intent on waking his horny ass up, but instead a gasp falls from my lips as he thrusts again and breaches me. The pain is bright hot, but fleeting. Prepping isn't something I need a lot of, and it helps that he practically drenched my hole with pre-cum, but it still hurts to go straight to penetration.

But not nearly as much as it should. I know I tore when Jacob assaulted me, the doctors even said as much, but I'm not in any pain now. I didn't notice any pain when I woke up either. Is one of the perks Asenath hinted at supernatural healing?

I go still, a shudder racking my body as he rolls his hips and pushes into me. I hiss as the pain intensifies, my rim stretching painfully before he manages to get through that ring of muscle. He goes still then, a content sigh fluttering across my skin.

He relaxes against my back, wiggling his hips enough that he slides a little farther inside me before he goes still, his breathing evening out.

I stare at my desk with wide eyes, barely even breathing as Ben goes back to snoring against my back. If it isn't for the almost uncomfortable stretching of my rim, I would swear it's just a figment of my imagination. I wiggle my hips experimentally. Yep, his dick is firmly lodged in my ass.

Not only that, but I'm painfully hard, the precum making the sheets stick to my stomach as I shift. The friction of the sheets against my cockhead sends bolts of pleasure through me. Even though I want to frot against the mattress until I come, I don't.

Ben shifts, his cock kicking inside me, and I hiss out a quiet expletive as I push my ass back onto him, allowing him to enter me another inch. Shit, I'm going to spontaneously combust at this rate.

I can tell when he wakes up because he goes rigid behind me, his muscles tensing, and I know he's about to bolt. He shifts, his body drawing away from me and I reach back to grip his ass. The sudden movement causes him to rock forward and he sinks the rest of the way in me.

His forehead falls against my nape of my neck. "Fuck," he groans before I feel him lift himself up on his arms. The movement drives his hips closer to me and I roll completely onto my stomach, one knee nearly to my chest as I offer myself to him.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Ben says gruffly. "You were assaulted, injured. You didn't give consent for this." I squeeze his ass until he grunts before I let him go and grab my own cheeks, spreading myself open for him.

"Consider this my yes." I completely understand why he's on the verge of freaking out. The doc said that I had tearing that needed a few days to heal, but I don't feel that injury now as Ben pulls out of me, his dick dragging deliciously against my walls.

"But there was tearing. Sex will make them worse," he argues.

"There's no pain. If it was as bad as the doctors said, I'd be in pain," I point out. Better to let him think it wasn't that serious rather than know I healed supernaturally fast because of a demon.

"I can't fuck you," he says breathlessly and I shoot a glare at him over my shoulder. "Without lube," he finishes, a devilish smile on his lips.

"Is this for real? Like, I'm not having a wet dream or anything right now? Hallucinating?"

Ben chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls out of me. "It's real, though I'm fairly certain your doctor will not approve." He pops open the bottle of lube, and I shiver as he slicks up my hole. "Shit, do you have a condom?"

"I'm negative and haven't been with anyone in almost a year." I groan as he returns to his position behind me.

"Same," he breathes out. "I get checked every three months since I work in the clinic."

"We are going to have to talk about this, you know," I manage to sigh out, wiggling my ass at him until he gets the hint and notches his cock against my rim.

"I was going to talk about it the other night, but then, you disappeared." He rubs his cockhead around my hole, teasing me. My muscles involuntarily tense at his mention of me disappearing from the club, but my mind blanks as he sinks back into me in one go, his hips fitting snuggly against my ass.

What alternate world am I in? Ben did ask me to dance at the club — but sex? Gay sex? I honestly didn't think he was even interested in it, and Ben isn't the kind of guy who would do this as an experiment.

"Stop thinking." Ben laughs, lying against my back to pepper my skin with soft kisses as he rocks against me. "Kinda been wanting to do this for a while."

My head snaps up so fast I damn near give myself whiplash, but whatever I am going to say flies out the window as he wraps his arms around me and rolls us to where I'm half on top of him. Bracing himself against the mattress, he snaps his hips forward and my eyes roll as he pegs my prostate.

He fucks into me, hard enough that I can hear his thighs slapping against my ass, and fast enough that I'm already barreling toward an orgasm. As if he knows how close I am, Ben slows down, seemingly content to drive me insane with long, deep thrusts that drag over my prostate and rim. I whine, reaching down between my legs to stroke myself.

"You want it fast?"

I nod, not able to actually form sentences at this point.

With a chuckle, he bats my hand away and takes my straining dick in his fist. He pumps me slowly, twisting on the upstroke until I'm panting and so close to coming that it's almost painful.

"Please, Ben," I whimper. He's going so slow that it feels like he's not even moving and I thrust my hips up to try and get more friction.

Instead, the bastard lets me go.

I mewl, arching up to chase his touch and all he does is laugh. Growling, I grind my ass against him, trying to get as much of him inside of me as I can. If he wants to stick his balls in me as well, I'm down for it at this point. I shiver at the thought of him stuffing his sac inside and fucking me like that.

He wraps his arms around me, pinning my hands to my own chest. He thrusts upward, slamming against my ass in a brutal rhythm that forces grunts from my mouth with each impact.

Pleasure builds, coiling low in my stomach and drawing my balls tight. With each slap of our skin, his cockhead glides across my prostate and my dick spurts out another stream of pre-cum.

What tips me over the edge is when he sets his teeth into my neck, sucking the skin until the pain shoots straight to my dick. With a shout the orgasm hits me, thick ribbons of cum spurting onto my stomach as Ben continues to pound into me. I buck when his hand wraps around my kicking dick, milking me through the orgasm.

With a low groan, he slams into me as far as he can and goes still, his dick pulsing as he fills me with his cum. We lay like that, breathing heavily, my arms leaden and loose.

The silence is peaceful.

Eventually, Ben slips out of me and I shudder, my hole clenching at the empty air.

"Let me clean you up," Ben says softly and I have enough strength to slide off him so he can get up. He disappears into the hallway, the bedroom door open enough for me to see the light flare to life in the bathroom.

"Despite the fact that I wasn't invited, I quite enjoyed the show," a deep voice purrs. My eyes fly open and I jerk my head up to find Asenath crouching between my legs, the evidence of his enjoyment dripping down his chest.

Holy shit. Fuck. I completely forgot about the demon and I just had sex in front of him. Glancing at the door I scramble to get off the bed. I get maybe an inch before Asenath's hand lands on my hip, his other hand dipping between my legs to rub one long finger against my loose hole.

With a Cheshire cat grin, he sinks his finger inside of me. I arch off the mattress, my mouth falling open as he twists his finger around before pulling it out. Cum coats his finger and he inspects it before popping the digit into his mouth, his eyes closing as he savors the flavor.

My dick kicks against my stomach at the sight. I should not be turned on by this. I should be feeling violated, not aroused! But when those crimson eyes open, lust blowing the demon's pupils wide, I can't seem to be upset.

Not even when he leans over me and licks a line up my stomach, his tongue collecting as much of my release as he can before he swallows it. I stare at him as he makes his way down my body. He stops above my groin, his lips hovering over my spent dick, when he glances up at me.

"Can you feel it?" Asenath asks before running the flat of his tongue up my shaft. I grunt, fisting the blanket beneath me.

"Feel what? Not that freakishly long tongue of yours, or anything," I hiss. I should make him stop. Ben and I just had sex, for fuck's sake. I should be lying here in postorgasmic bliss, not allowing a demon to give me head.

The demon in question chuckles, his crimson eyes practically dancing in amusement. With a grin, he flicks the tip of his tongue against that nub of nerves right below my cockhead. My eyelids flutter and I can't stop the moan that punches out of my chest as my head falls back to the bed. My dick is already filling, despite the fact that my cum isn't even dry on my stomach.

What the hell is taking Ben so long? Do I even want him to walk in on this? We just had mind-blowing sex and here I am arching off the bed with my legs spread and a demon sucking me down his throat.

Because that's exactly what he does, filling his warm mouth with my slowly thickening cock. He bobs his head, his tongue stroking my shaft before slipping out of his mouth to lave my balls.

"Don't lie. I know you can feel it. That burning sensation in your chest. The need to touch me even while being filled by another." The demon purrs, literally purrs like a cat. The sensation sending shock waves of pleasure down my dick.

"Awfully good enunciation you have, with my dick in your mouth. Sounds like you're not doing a good enough job."

He pops off my dick with a chuckle.

I hiss as his fangs nip the underside of my dick before he prowls up my body.

"The binding needs to be completed. The longer it takes, the more extreme the consequences."

I blink up at him, my lust receding at his words. Even my dick flags a bit, despite Asenath's abs brushing against it almost teasingly.

All the warnings from my professors echo through my mind, but the loudest of them all is the one about demons hating being bound. But this demon lord is practically begging for it.

"You know, I'm starting to question your diabolic demon powers if you're wanting this to happen. What gives? Nether world of flames and torture getting too cheerful?"

Yeah, I'm running my mouth. But it's better than giving into him and letting him split me open with his very large appendage. Plus, maybe Ben will hurry his ass up and get back here.

Asenath tilts his head in confusion and I fight back a shiver as his tail flicks up and down my legs before curling teasingly around my ankle. What? My ankles are an erogenous zone for me.

"It has been some time since I last visited your realm. Are your kind still convinced we live in some volcanic land of perpetual sorrow?"

I open my mouth, ready to defend what I've been taught, and promptly close it again. All I know is what I've been told by my professors. And their beliefs and statements are based on third-person stories, at best.

Asenath is a direct line to that information. Unbiased. Maybe it isn't as suicidal to take him up on this as I first thought.

"I think there's a lot I don't know, but now isn't the time for that discussion. Get off me, or I'm going to figure out a way to exorcise you back to the basement," I hiss out, pushing his chest. He leans back somewhat, his lower torso pressing into my dick. Finally, he sits back on his knees, and my hole clenches automatically when I see his very non-human dick standing straight up.

Jesus, does this guy ever go soft?

His gaze drops down to my ass, and I fight with myself on whether or not I need to cover myself. Especially as more of Ben's cum leaks out of me.

Oh hell, am I gaping?

"Hey, sorry it took so long. The dean showed up," Ben announces as he bounces back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist and a dripping washcloth in his hands.

I jerk my head towards him as he stops abruptly, the washcloth falling from his hands.

Well, fuck. Guess whatever invisibility cloak Asenath was using is no longer in effect.

Glancing over his shoulder, he darts into the room and closes the door softly but doesn't come any closer to the bed. Asenath is frozen on the mattress, except for his tail that's lashing like an angry cat's.

I can't help but laugh at the expression on Ben's face as he watches the tail; a mix of horror, curiosity, and shock.

"It vibrates too," I tell Ben before I swing my gaze toward Asenath with a stern look. "And I swear if you start hissing, I'm spraying you with a water bottle," I sit up and scoot back until I can lean against the headboard.

"You. . . . A demon? What the hell?" Ben licks his lips, attention darting between me and Asenath. Looking over his shoulder, as if he can see through the closed door, he inches closer to me. "The dean is in the living room," he stage whispers.

Asenath tenses, crimson eyes locking on the closed door. Terror washes through me and I scramble to my feet. The overwhelming urge to reach out to the demon has me freezing, indecision warring in me. It's an odd feeling, and I'm honestly not a big fan of it. How can indecisive people function?

"Clothes, I need clothes," I babble, searching the floor for the pants I had tossed off the night before.

Panic grips my chest and I take some deep breaths but it isn't helping much. The mattress squeaks as Asenath moves closer, but my focus is drawn to Ben. He's coming closer, his mouth moving, but all I hear is my breathing.

The panic tightens around me, sharp nips flowing across my skin like I'm touching a live wire. Panic isn't supposed to feel like that, is it?

Ben's gaze snaps to something behind, most likely Asenath, and his expression shifts to an expression I can't quite name. Granted, I'm still trying to get oxygen back into my lungs and convince my heart not to pound out of my chest.

"You serious?" Ben asks the demon.

Whatever Asenath's response is my best friend — lover? — reaching for me.

That pressure in my chest increases, my skin feeling like an army of ants is marching over my body, taking bites out of me. Instead of blood, it's fire that flows through my veins. It feels like the one and only time I attempted to perform a Celestial Ascension incantation, a ridiculously complex spell that allows communication with the higher realms. In other words, something that no twelve-year-old with a novice grasp of magic should have attempted.

Yeah, I'm ambitious and always have been.

The magic crescendos, then bursts apart, my vision going white as my knees buckle.

I'm falling and I'm soaring.

The magic courses through my body like electricity. Though my body is spasming on the floor, it's pleasure that dances across my nerves. Tingling heat that washes over me and makes my balls draw up tight as an orgasm punches through me.

I curl onto my side, my body shaking as my hips thrust mindlessly into the air, cum continuing to spurt from my dick as the orgasm rolls over me for what feels like an eternity. I think I'm going to go mad from the euphoric bliss, or scream myself hoarse.

Just as suddenly as it starts, it stops. The crashing waves of ecstasy fade away, leaving me on my side struggling to relearn how to breathe.

"Someone tell me what the fuck just happened." Ben's voice is gravelly, the low cadence causing butterflies to set up shop in my stomach. He sounds sexy as fuck like that.

Shifting, I look over to find him leaning up against the wall, the towel half fallen off his hips and a very obvious cum splatter on his lower abdomen and thigh. Apparently, I'm not the only one who got blasted with spontaneous orgasms.

"The binding demands to be completed. It won't be nearly as…enjoyable, the longer we wait," Asenath sighs out. Grimacing, I slowly roll onto my back, one arm flopping over to land on the very solid body of the Demon Lord.

I barely have to tilt my head to understand what he means. His flaccid cock is only inches from my hand, cum covering his torso and dripping down his side. I blink slowly at the demon's appendage, my mind still rebelling at the thought that the thing is actually used for pleasuring others.

"Demonic bindings don't usually extend to others." I jerk, twisting around at the new voice. A voice both feminine and hard as stone. Oh, yeah, and seething in anger.

Asenath's thigh tenses and I immediately push myself closer to the demon, practically lying overtop of him. Whether I'm trying to protect him from the wrath of Dean Hayes or if I'm trying to keep him from attacking her is up for debate.

She narrows her dark eyes at us, her anger almost palpable. I'm really happy her magic isn't fire related because I'm fairly certain nothing would be left of me but a pile of ash.

Her hands are in fists on her hips, her usually immaculate skirt suit in disarray. That, on its own, tells me how upset she is. Her suits are always perfect, not a wrinkle or thread out of place. But right now, she looks like she threw on yesterday's clothes from the hamper.

I shrink away from her, practically plastering myself against Asenath, even though it's a ridiculous instinct. It isn't like she's going to attack me.

"Get yourselves cleaned up and get out here. It seems we have much to discuss." Dean Hayes gives me another look, one I can't interpret, before turning on one petite flat and leaving the bedroom.

Getting to my feet, I grab the box of tissues from my nightstand and start cleaning myself off as Ben sputters on the floor, in too much shock to actually form any words. In the end, he just makes a noncommittal noise before cleaning himself off with the dry portions of his towel.

I throw on my clothes from last night, while my mind is reeling over the fact that not only can others see Asenath, but my future enrollment is looking questionable.

Ben is still sitting there gaping at me when I pull my shirt over my head and I can't help but bend down to give him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You'll catch flies if you don't close that," I tell him gently.

His mouth snaps shut and he leans away from me, his deep brown eyes searching mine. I know what he's thinking, I kiss him again, just a brush of my lips against his. My chest tightens at the hurt expression on his face. The question is obvious. Have I already betrayed him mere minutes after having sex?

"No, I didn't do anything with him. I know I'm going to have to, but I don't want it. I just want you," I whisper against his lips. He pulls away from me briefly, those brown eyes of his searching mine once again. Whatever he sees has him crashing his mouth to mine and I melt against him. I weave my fingers through his hair, my mouth opening the moment I feel his tongue run along the seam of my lips.

I groan at the taste of him. I will gladly spend the rest of the day right here, letting him plunder my mouth — and the rest of my body — until we collapse from exhaustion.

It's Asenath's awkward cough that has us breaking apart. Ben clears his throat, and I can't tell if it's passion or embarrassment that colors his cheeks that cute shade of red.

"Um, I'll go get dressed. Meet you in the living room." Shooting an uncertain look at the demon behind me he turns and darts to his room.

Which leaves me alone in my bedroom with a way too sexy lust demon who just happens to be covered in cum. Go figure.

With a sigh, I look over my shoulder at said demon, making sure to keep my eyes on his face. Last thing I need is to get myself into more embarrassing situations. "Can you summon clothes or something? Or do you just want to use a sheet?"

In answer, he grabs the sheet off the bed and wraps it around his body toga style before spreading his arms wide, one silver eyebrow arching in question. Sighing, I just turn and make my way to the living room.