Page 92 of Double Shot

I swallowed thickly, belly tightening with want as I ran my gaze over him again. Those were definitely his pyjamas. He wore my T-shirt to sleep in. Something about knowing that, about seeing him like this, was making me almost rabid with lust. Getting to be here with him right now felt far more intimate than any of the sex we’d had when we didn’t know each other.

The blinds were closed, so Klaus had shifted into his true form while we were getting our dinner ready. His pinkish-red skin glowed softly in the low lamplight in here and his long tail swished gently behind him. His wings were relaxed, drooping down his back under the loose fabric of the shirt. The short horns emerging from his hair looked sharp, but I knew from my research on incubi that they’d be incredibly sensitive.

I was still in my human form for one reason and one reason only: I needed to kiss him.

I knew I was staring at him, but I couldn’t look away. He was just so incredibly beautiful. And he was so sweet, and kind, and deserved all the good things in the world.

I watched my hand lift from his knee to his face and cup his cheek, turning his head toward mine. Our eyes met. His glowed white in the low light, framed by thick, dark lashes that seemed to weigh them down and make them look sultry. Dreamy. Otherworldly.

I leaned in and kissed him. I probably should’ve waited, let him make the first move, but since we’d silently agreed to end the no-sex rule in that little unspoken moment earlier, I’d been struggling to keep my hands off him. The floodgates had opened. My restraint had worn thin. I needed to get inside him more than I needed air.

Klaus’s breath hitched against my lips. He kissed me back straight away, his mouth hot and sweet and eager. My hand shifted to cup the back of his head, burying itself in his curls. His rose to touch me, one settling on my chest, the other cupping my jaw, his fingers skimming feather-light over skin and bone.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved eagerly onto his knees beside me on the couch so he didn’t have to twist his upper body to meet me halfway. I looped my arm around his waist and tugged him closer, and when his lithe body was pressed into my side and I could feel him, the warmth of him, the growing hardness between his hips, I dipped my tongue into his mouth and slid my hand down to palm a firm, round ass cheek under flimsy fabric.

Klaus shuddered against me with a little whimper. I slid my hand lower to slip it under the ruffled hem of his shorts, and suddenly my palm was filled with firm muscle covered in warm, smooth, supple skin. He gasped against my mouth and plunged his tongue deeper. A grunt escaped me at the feel of him, and suddenly my brain was filled with visions of him bending over the bench in the Cratos locker room. Of his mouth-wateringly perfect ass. Of the small, tightly cinched hole between his cheeks, a darker red than the skin surrounding it, drawing my cock to it like a beacon.

I groaned and squeezed the plump ass cheek filling my hand, my dick already painfully stiff and throbbing in my sweats. Klaus scrambled on top of me, straddling my lap. Both hands clasped my face now as he kissed me desperately, fucking my mouth with his tongue, gasping and whimpering softly against my lips.

The hand in his hair drifted down, slipped under the hem of his shorts as well, and splayed over his other ass cheek. A deep, guttural groan tore from my throat. I squeezed, using the grip to pull him closer until the solid warmth of his erection bumped my stomach and brushed over the steel rod currently trying to punch its way through the fabric of my sweats.

Klaus moaned and rocked his hips. His ass cheeks clenched and relaxed in my hands. I snarled and squeezed tighter, feeling rabid with lust when my fingers shifted a little and I was suddenly acutely aware of how close the tips had to be to his hole. To that soft, deep red little furl. I shuddered, my fingertips biting into supple skin, twitching with the urge to find his crack and run up and down it, tease his hole and feel it clench with the need for stimulation until he begged me to sink my fingers inside him.

The kiss had turned messy. Almost frenzied. Our lips were opening wide, tongues surging together in a desperate clash over and over. He’d begun rocking his hips again, rubbing his cloth-covered cock against my abs, and the sensation of his ass cheeks flexing in my hands was making something possessive and dark rise within me. I wanted to feel his ass working like that while he rode my dick. I wanted to watch him use my body to get himself off, but not just that—I wanted to sustain him too. I wanted to be the only person he used to get the nourishment a concubus needed. No residual energy from horny motel guests, including my fucking colleagues. Just me. I wanted to take care of him, provide for him in all ways, give him anything and everything he could ever possibly want.

With Klaus in my arms, I turned us both so I could lay him down along the length of the couch, still kissing him, my hips ending up nestled between his thighs. He moaned with enthusiasm and spread them wide, one knee pressing into the back of the couch, the other hanging off the front cushions, ankle hooked around the back of my thigh. His hips briefly strained up off the couch, rubbing his cock against me as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Brian,” he panted against my mouth between our feverish kisses, then tipped his head back to expose his throat as I began kissing and licking my way down it. “I want you so much. So, so much. I can’t even—I—You—” He cut himself off with a gasp, his back curving off the couch this time, when I removed a hand from his ass cheek to push his T-shirt up and circle a little red nipple with my tongue.

When I sucked, he choked on a breath and arched his spine even further, burying his fingers in my hair and clutching tight. I moaned at the taste of his skin, the feel of the tight little bud under my tongue, the pebbled texture of his areola that firmed up even more as I lavished it with sensation.

One hand was still clamped on his ass cheek, squeezing it rhythmically, restlessly. The other roamed over his stomach and shoved his shirt up higher so I could move over to his other nipple and tease that too. Klaus was writhing underneath me, gasping and whimpering, fistfuls of my hair clutched tight in his hands.

My fingertips were still close to his hole. I knew they were—I could feel the heat of him, the pull of muscle with each needy contraction of his rim. And when hot, slippery wetness trickled onto my fingers, reminding me of the unique thing incubus bodies did when aroused, something feral and ravenously hungry tore open inside me.

A dark sound left me, vibrating through his chest. My hand moved, shifting inward just an inch. A heavy pulse of pre-cum spilled from the tip of my throbbing cock, making it stick uncomfortably to the thin fabric of my boxer briefs as the pad of my middle finger smoothed over the tight little pucker between his cheeks.

Klaus sucked in a breath so fast he almost choked, fingers tightening in my hair. Beneath my finger, his rim flexed, clenching tight before softening again, seeming to try and suck my fingertip inside. It was hot and slick. He was wet. Ready to be fucked. Another ravenous sound escaped me; partly a growl, partly a desperate groan.

His pheromones were so thick in the air that he was overwhelming every single one of my senses. I loved it. I wanted to gorge myself on him in every way I could. Still sucking his nipple, I stroked his hole in a slippery circle, slow and indulgent. I did it again and Klaus whimpered, thighs squeezing my sides, hips shifting, his hole still trying to suck me inside. When I began to tease it by sinking the very tip of my finger inside, then out, then in, it puckered eagerly and Klaus gasped for breath.

I moved my mouth back over to his other nipple, still wet with my spit which had cooled in the air, making it even tighter and stiffer than before. Klaus whimpered when I started sucking on it softly as I sank my fingertip deeper into him in tiny incremental thrusts. When I reached the first knuckle, I stopped, savouring the tight heat around my finger, the ring of muscle I hadn’t yet completely breached. I still had Klaus’s plump ass cheek cupped in my palm, and the muscle flexed as he tried to sink deeper onto my finger. I didn’t let him, tightening my grip and letting out a soft little growl against his chest.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, more to himself than to me. “Please… please.”

I shifted back over to his other nipple and sucked again. They were both swollen and sensitive now, an even darker red than before. Tight little points that I lapped at hungrily, swirling and flicking and sucking. Beneath his shorts, I sank my finger deeper into his slick channel. When the row of my knuckles finally met the softness of his ass cheeks, I moaned low in satisfaction. Klaus was panting, whimpering, his rim clenching needily around the base of my finger.

It took me seconds to find his p-spot. I’d read that incubi had bigger prostates than other supernatural species, and I could definitely feel the difference. If I slid into Klaus’s ass in this position, with him spread wide beneath me, and angled my thrusts just right, it would glide over my cockhead like a tongue inside him. I shuddered at the thought, stroking his prostate with my fingertip. Klaus was moaning louder now, pulling at my hair with trembling hands, his cock twitching against my front and leaking endless pre-cum through the fabric of my T-shirt.

I was so unbearably turned on, so mindlessly horny, so hungry for him, that I didn’t even feel weird about the fact that I was doing something sexual in my human form. I usually felt too awkward and bumbling and uncomfortable like this, which was why I always had sex in my natural form, but there was no room left in my brain to feel remotely uncomfortable right now. Besides, being in my human skin allowed me to do this. To suck on Klaus’s stiff nipples and finger his tight ass. To kiss him whenever and wherever I wanted. I couldn’t do any of those things in my other form, thanks to the snout and claws.

I began sliding my finger in and out, fucking him with it, making sure to glide the tip over his swollen prostate on every inward thrust. Klaus shook beneath me, writhing against the couch, trying to push all parts of himself closer to me at once. His ass, his straining cock, his chest. His head was tipped back, and he was moaning non-stop, breaths fast and shallow. The tight, slippery heat around my finger was making my dick throb and weep with jealousy, a steady stream of pre-cum soaking through my boxer briefs.

It felt like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get inside him in the next few minutes.

At the same time, I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to savour every part of him, every sound I could pull from him, every shiver and gasp and spasm of pleasure. I wanted to map out his entire body with my tongue, and then I wanted to push my tongue inside him and discover him there too.

My finger twitched with the need to speed up, but I wouldn’t let it, fucking him with it slowly and steadily, massaging his prostate, making him shudder uncontrollably with each involuntary clench of his body. I moaned against his chest, still sucking hungrily on his nipple, and I was so high on lust and Klaus and his pheromones that I almost didn’t hear the cheerful knock on the front door.