9. Gabe

9

GABE

Van’s gone and for some silly reason my heart aches. I rub my chest. “Someone summoned him, that’s all. He’ll come back. He will.” In hopes of that, I rush home, not caring that I trail in dirt when I stomp through my front door. It’s midnight according to the microwave clock and I pace. How long do deals usually last? What if he’s gone for hours? Days? What if he can’t find his way back? What if he needs help?

I pace and pace, chewing on my fingernails waiting and waiting. Twenty minutes go by, then thirty. Forty-five minutes roll around and I plop onto my couch and stare at the door, willing Van to walk through it. Or knock. He’ll probably knock because I haven’t given him a key. But I left the door unlocked so he can let himself in. I race to my room and tear through my dresser to find the spare key I had made months ago. I should have given it to him the same time I gave him my address, but it slipped my mind.

I clutch the key in my hand as I rush back to the living room, not wanting to miss his arrival. Hours and hours tick by and still no Van. I should be reading my new book, but I can’t force myself to read when I’m so anxious about Van. What if he doesn’t come back? I try, really I do, to stay awake, but I lose the battle curled up on the couch.

Something rips me from sleep, and I shoot straight up. A rustling coming from my door and hope blooms.

“Anybody home?” Van calls out as the door shuts behind him and I let out a breath. “Olly olly oxen free.”

“Did you find the apartment okay?” I ask as I rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Yep, no problem. The walking earlier actually helped because I could get a feel for where my crossroads is in relation to everything else. I’m pretty close.”

“Good to know.” I try not to seem too eager when I push to my feet. I take his hand and press the key to his palm. “In case you get summoned and I’m not around.”

A smile tugs at Van’s lips. “Moving things a little fast, aren’t we? Asked me to move in within minutes of meeting. Now a key? I think you’re getting attached.” He winks as he pockets the key.

“I just don’t want you locked out.”

“I can sleep in the garden hammocks if I need to, I guess. But I don’t care for sleeping outside.” He pulls at his shirt. “I have a confession I’m not sure you’re going to like. Or maybe you will.”

I swallow as his eyes drop to my lips.

“I usually sleep naked.” Van tugs off his shirt. His beautiful vee comes into view again and I have to rip my eyes away.

“So do I.”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Van practically purrs as he steps closer.

My heart pounds harder in my chest at his proximity. He smells like chocolate and I don’t want to know why.

“You know what else I like doing naked?” He says as he licks his lips. His hand finds its way under my shirt and my skin sizzles at his touch.

My cock strains in my jeans and I’m close to panting. “What?” I ask dumbly, knowing exactly where this is going. Wanting where this is going.

“Showering.” Van pulls away and lifts his arm. “I showered earlier, but after that summons, I need another. You don’t mind, do you?” He grins at me, and I’m sure I give him the most ridiculous look.

My mouth falls open, and he cackles. Actually cackles .

“Oh, angel, you’re even beautiful when you’re flustered.” He cups my cheek and leans in. “I really want to get naked with you and get dirty in fun ways.”

“Yes. That. ”

Something flashes in his eyes as if he didn’t think I’d agree. I grab his sweatpants by the waistband and pull him closer. Well, attempt to. The pants have a lot of give and he kind of just stays where he’s at while laughing.

“Angel, darling, sweetheart, honey, baby doll,” he says each silly nickname so lovingly. “Are you sure? Once you have fun with a demon, you don’t go back. Just ask Lark.”

I grab his hand and yank him towards me. “If you don’t kiss me, I might combust. You keep?—”

Van leans in and brushes the softest kiss to my lips before contently sighing and deepening the kiss with me. I’ve had a few serious relationships in my life, but no one’s ever kissed me like Van. Like I’m the only person in the room. Like I’m the only one that matters. I wish I could bottle up this kiss and save it forever. This kiss is everything I’ve never had before and Van’s still a stranger. What can a kiss with him be like when we know each other?

My hands thread into his silky hair. It’s inky black with a soft hint of curl. I haven’t known him that long and I already want to get naked with him. Just think of it like a hook up. But… I don’t do hook ups. Well, haven’t. Maybe I can?

I pull away. “Yes, to the sex lessons. But not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. We’ll have to play it by ear.”

“I’ll take it.”

I grab a horn and pull him to me, crashing my lips to his again. “No more talking.”

He yanks at my shirt while I pull at the drawstring of the sweatpants hanging off his hips. He’s already tenting the pants with what I’m going to assume is a massive cock. A cock I just agreed to top me. I swallow back any fear I might have because we’re not doing anything like that tonight.

“Wait.”

Van backs off immediately. We’re both panting.

“I haven’t had sex in a while. I’m not going to last,” I confess.

“I thought you kept busy.”

I shake my head. “Lied. Sorry.”

His tail whips around my waist as he says, “Naughty Gabe. No more lying.” My jeans fall off my hips when his tail nudges them.

“None. Promise. I was insecure, and you were being all sexy and?—”

His tail presses to my lips. “How long is a while?”

“Couple years?”

“Can’t relate.”

I can’t help but laugh when his teasing smile comes back.

“What else can you do with that tail?” I ask.

There’s a wicked gleam in Van’s eyes when he drops to his knees and tugs my jeans the rest of the way down. Before he can get them off me, he tugs my shoes from my feet and tosses them toward the door. I’m standing in my boxer briefs with my cock poking out the waistband while he’s still in the pair of sweatpants.

“You’re such a treat. I don’t want my tail to have all the fun. We’ll save him for later. ‘Kay?”

All I can do is moan when his tongue licks at my cock head. He yanks my boxers down my thighs and I grab for his horns to keep steady. Anything to keep on my feet.

Why is it so sexy to have a demon kneeling in front of me?

“Mmmm, even your cock tastes sweet.” He licks the underside of my dick while his tail wraps around my thigh, squeezing, bringing in another element to the sensations. His tongue swirls as he takes me in. One hand cups my balls and massages. I’m not enormous, but I’ve been told I have a great cock and the way Van moans around me makes me believe it. No one’s ever been so enthusiastic before.

I pull Van back up by the horns, and he moans at the action.

“What’s wrong?” He kisses me over and over as he keeps stroking.

“Nothing. Fuck.” I buck into his offering, unable to stop myself. “I. Want. Suck.” I moan into the crook of his neck. It really has been so damn long since someone besides my own hands have touched my flesh. “Let me suck you off. Please.”

Van pouts. “But I was enjoying myself worshipping my angel.”

“There is the whole sixty-nine position. We both get what we want.” I wiggle my brows and he pulls off the sweatpants so fast I stumble back a bit. “Fuck.” He’s huge. Probably in proportion with being a demon, but still. I’ve never seen a cock so big in person, only in porn. I’ve also never seen a blue cock in anything other than porn, but here we are. The crown is a bit purple and my brain goes offline with the thoughts of watching the beast pound my ass some day.

“Sure you wanna take those sex lessons?”

“You won’t hurt me.” I say the words, knowing they’re true.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Your ass can be trained to take me, or my tail.” He wiggles it behind him. “Or nothing. It’s all your call. But I still say you need to know the wonders of anal with someone that knows what they’re doing before you write it off completely.”

I nod. It’s all I can do. For whatever reason, I trust everything Van says. Maybe I’m delusional, but right now my brain is sucked into a lust haze and all I want is his cock in my mouth.

“I can deep throat like a beast,” I say as I grab his hand and pull him toward my bedroom.

“Holy. Wow.” Van’s fingertips graze my back. “So that’s how you did it, isn’t it? Hid away all your magic.” I let him examine the tattoo that graces my back. It’s two massive black feathered wings, mine in miniature form, with a binding spell woven between them like a corset tie.

“How does it work?” His fingers tap the pink bow at the bottom of the wings.

“I chant the unbinding words.”

“Why did you do this to yourself? How? Where? This is old.” He leans in and sniffs me. “Really old magic.”

I chew at my lips, trying to figure out how to tell this part of my story. I’ve never had to before. No one knew what I was or the true reason for the tattoo. “I met my mother when they sprouted at sixteen. She did it and I do not recommend. She used a needle made from one of my feathers and ink from my blood. She said everyone would be safer if I couldn’t access my powers yet. The unbinding magic wouldn’t work until I was at least twenty, though I tried over and over.”

“Do you ever want to get rid of the spell? Access all of your magic?”

My heart pounds. How did we get to this? I shake my head. “I don’t know. What I do know is I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Got it.”

I’m pressed against the doorjamb of my room and Van’s lips are on mine again.

His hands are in my hair, pulling, and I love it. His hard cock presses against my stomach. He’s so strong and I want to climb him. So I do, wrapping my arms around his neck and hoisting myself up. My legs go around his waist, trapping his cock between us. His hands go under my ass, supporting me as I squirm for more friction.

“You’re so needy.”

“You have no idea.” I moan when his tail wraps around our cocks as he walks us to the bed.

His blunt nails tickle my side once he has us on the mattress. “I want to just keep kissing you. Breathe in your little moans. Play your body with my touch.”

He straddles me, thrusting his hardness against mine while his tail captures my wrists and holds them above my head, taking away all my control.

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” My hips move of their own accord. Eyes shutter closed and I just feel everything Van does. His hands move down my body and he slides off me to take my cock in his mouth again. “No fair, but don’t care anymore.”

“Your pretty little moans could make me come.”

Just to tease him I moan, but the joke’s on me because he does something delightful with his hands and my balls and I squirm, wanting to taste him too.

He releases my wrists, only to press his tail to my mouth. “How about this, angel? Show me how much you like sucking cock.”

I caress his tail before licking at the end. I don’t know what I expected it to taste like, but it’s just like skin, washed skin, like maybe he cleaned up after his summoning, and I didn’t know. I use my hands to direct his tailcock and take the entire end in my mouth. It’s spongy like a cock head and Van moans around me. I damn near blow my load because of it, but push on.

I lick and slurp, mimicking what Van’s doing to my own dick.

“Not gonna last,” I pant out. My balls draw up and my orgasm builds, but he pulls away and kisses the length of me before going back to the delectable sucking.

“Come for me, Gabe. Don’t hold back.” Van’s tail seems to thicken between my lips and I continue to follow his lead. His hand jerks himself and I want it to be mine, but I don’t say anything. Next time. I’ll taste him next time.

“Fuck. Coming. Fuck.” Van curses and his mouth falls away from my cock just as I cry out. My orgasm blows through me, shooting cum across Van’s face. And why the fuck is the surprise facial so hot to me? “Didn’t mean to come first, babes, but you’re just so hot.” He rubs his finger through a rope of cum and pushes it into his mouth. “And so damn delicious.”

Fuck. I drop back on the bed and stare at the ceiling while my breathing calms. Van leaves momentarily, probably to clean his face, then the bed moves beside me as he joins me. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and I curl into him. Warm. No, hot. So so damn hot, but it doesn’t bother me.

“You okay, Gabe?” Van’s tail pokes me gently in the stomach a few times and I grin.

“You kinda just blew my mind. I’ve never sucked a tail before. And that mouth of yours…” Fuck.

“I’m basically a god in bed.” Van nuzzles closer and throws his leg over mine.

“I believe it.” A yawn escapes and I can barely keep my eyes open. We’re cuddled together. There’s no use trying to come up with other sleeping arrangements, so I don’t bother bringing it up.

“For the first time in a long time, my brain is calm,” Van says.

“I don’t have some magical calming cum.” At least not that I know of.

Van laughs into my neck. “It’s not your cum. It’s you. Something about you calms the beast inside. I felt it earlier and I feel it now. Maybe it’s fate. The veil opened and sent me right to exactly who I need to help me.”

“Maybe,” I whisper. “That’s what the cards said, too.”

“It is.”

“But no more thinking, it’s time for sleeps.” I yawn again and wiggle, just to make sure I’m comfortable. I haven’t been this comfortable in years.