Page 49 of A Cursed Heart
He was silent for a long moment. “May I join you?” His smile was wicked. I pushed open the shower door.
“Get in here.”
His grin widened while he stripped off, leaving his clothes, the ones I’d bought especially for him, on the floor in his haste to join me under the water.
Drawing him close with an arm around his waist, I pulled him into a kiss, relieved to have him home with me.
The sensations of the water and hot, smooth skin against my body had me hardening so fast my knees felt weak from it. Mal’s arms were safe and secure around me, pressing me against him in the tight space. He was hard too.
“Can I touch you?” he asked against the shell of my ear.
I nodded, my tongue thick, desire blanking out my brain.
His hand felt amazing when it wrapped around my shaft. He stroked me in long, slow pulls, with a delicious twist at the tip. His motions were confident as he brought me pleasure.
“Mal… Can…?”
“Yes, touch me, Ryan, please. I need you.”
My hand trembled as I reached for him. His cock looked similar to mine, though it was maybe an inch longer and slightly thicker. With tentative fingers, I stroked over his length. He was cut, like me, with a vein running down his length. Stroking him didn’t feel all that different from touching myself, though there was this awareness that I was touching another guy. Still, I lovedhow hard and heavy he felt in my palm, how his cock throbbed when I copied his motions on me.
I braced one hand on his firm chest while stroking his cock with the other. All the while I kept kissing him like he was giving me all the air I needed to breathe, and I’d die if I stopped. I’d never dreamed I could become addicted to kissing someone, since I’d never been that into it before. Then Mal came along, with those perfect lips and kisses that changed my world.
“Close,” Mal panted, breaking away from me. He rested his damp head on my shoulder, pressed desperate kisses onto my neck, and increased the speed of his strokes.
“Me too.” I tightened my grip on him, giving a squeeze at the tip. “Fuck, Mal, I’m so close.”
“Ry—” Mal let out a low groan as he came over my hand.
The noise he made and the elation of making him feel that way had me following him over the edge.
Mal’s smirk was dangerous as he raised his hand and licked off the remainder of my come. “Fancy another round?”
My dick gave a twitch. “Yeah. Why don’t we go to bed?”
I was nervous as I led Mal into our bedroom, both of us wrapped in towels. The space was more ours than mine now there were traces of Mal all over the place. His clothes spilled out of the closet, a painting he’d made with Freya hung on the wall. Ever since the night he’d apologized to me for lying and had offered to move to the couch, I hadn’t even thought about letting him. I hadn’t lied when I said I slept better with him beside me. I dunno if it was our bond, or just him. It didn’t matter. This was where Mal belonged.
He noticed the lube bottle immediately. “What’s this?”
“I bought it because I thought—”
“Ryan, we don’t have to go any further than we have done. Ever.” He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my hands. “Today, tomorrow, next week, it doesn’t matter if it never happens between us. If you wake up and decide you want to go back to how things were—“”
Standing between his legs, I looked down at him. Fuck, he was hot. I loved the contrast between his hair and his pale skin, which had no freckles or marks aside from the snake-like tattoos on his arms and thighs. His body didn’t hold a single scar in this form, though I’d noticed them in his demon shape.
“No. I don’t want to do that. I want to have sex with you, I’m just nervous. The sites all say it can hurt the first time.” Part of me wanted to get this first time out of the way so I could really enjoy being with Mal without worrying.
“Who says you have to be the one to take? You could fuck me if you would like to. If you never take that role, then that is fine with me. As long as we are both experiencing pleasure, then that’s all I need.”
“Can we try it that way then? I really want to know what it’s like to be inside you, but… could you let your demon side out first?”
“Oh, do you want to play with my other tail? Is this one not long enough for you?” he teased.
That pulled a laugh from me, breaking some of the tension I was feeling. Mal’s fingers went to the towel at my waist. His eyes asked for permission. I nodded. It dropped to the floor in the next moment.
“You’re beautiful, Ryan. From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you in all the ways.” He kissed my stomach tenderly before pulling me into his lap.
My stomach swooped as nerves got the better of me for a moment. This was Mal, the demon who had catered to my every whim since I’d met him. He’d make this experience unforgettable.
