Page 70 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
His outburst made me stumble. I tripped over the bag of sex toys I’d left on the floor and fell to the ground. The dildos and I went sprawling over the carpet together.
On the other side of the living room, Sagitta covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter. It wracked his whole frame, making his shoulders quake.
I was in too good of a mood to let Faust’s sudden voice bother me. Plus, I had literally just tripped on a bag of dicks. It was funny. And Sagitta was adorable when he laughed.
“Go ahead. It’s okay.”
“Sorry,” he said, biting his lip. “Was it Faust again?”
It surprised me that he called him by name. Usually, he just said ‘the demon’. But I didn’t think much of it. I figured, like me, Sagitta was in too good of a mood to care.
“Yeah. He’s happy that we’re getting along,” I told him.
He scoffed as a predatory gleam flashed across his face. “I’m sure. I’ll see to it that he won’t be around to surveil us any longer.”
Before I could even get up off the carpet, Sagitta strode over and straddled my waist. Heat rushed to my cheeks and my heart pounded frantically. I wondered if he could feel my dick probing him through my jeans in that position. It thrilled me to think that he could.
Sagitta leaned down and captured my lips again. A squeak escaped me only to be swallowed up. Soon the only sounds I was capable of producing were whimpers and moans. As the wet heat fanned the flames of my arousal, my cock grew harder and more desperate to escape my pants. My hips started moving on their own. Needy and starving for touch, I grinded against Sagitta as he straddled me.
Soon I felt him doing the same. His mouth and lower half were occupied, but his hands were free to tease me. His fingers lifted the hems of my hoodie and shirt until my bare skin was exposed. Every inch of it felt sensitive. Sagitta’s fingertips grazing my belly sent sparks skittering over my body. It drove me wild. How could such a simple touch feel so fucking good?
“Want you,” I murmured. “All of you.”
Sagitta sucked on my lower lip in response. Then he sat upright and undid my jeans. His gaze remained focused, even through the haze of arousal. The angle of his head caused his hair to fall in a sleek black curtain over his forehead. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I was too boneless to move—and, on top of that, completely at his mercy.
Sagitta didn’t fumble as he undid my button and zipper. He shuffled my waistband down just enough to expose my boxer briefs, which strained from my erection. He stared at it for a moment, then glanced at me with hungry eyes.
“Do you have lube? Condoms?” he asked in a husky voice.
My head spun.
“Bedroom dresser next to the aquarium, bottom drawer,” I rasped.
Sagitta nodded and vanished into the bedroom. Meanwhile, I lay on my back on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling. My heart felt ready to explode from my chest. My pulse thumped as loud as the bass in a nightclub.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
You still there?I called for Faust.
No reply.
But was he really gone, or had he dipped out? And could penetrative sex really be the cure to my possession?
What if it didn’t work? Then I’d be having sex with Sagitta just for the hell of it. Not a big problem for me, but he took his job seriously. I didn’t want him to lose confidence over another flopped exorcism.
Either way, we’re about to find out.
Sagitta returned carrying a towel, an opaque white bottle, and an entire fistful of condoms. I nearly choked.
“Dude, how many do you need?” I asked.
He blew out a breath as he resumed his position by my legs. He shuffled the towel beneath me so my bare ass wasn’t on the carpet.
“You never know,” he remarked.
I swallowed hard. I’d never lasted more than two or three rounds in a night. What was Sagitta planning? Was he seriously going to fuck the demon out of me?
“Anything’s better than deep-throating one of your holy arrows,” I quipped.
