CHAPTER NINE

 

 

Demetrius

The floor was uncomfortable, which made it hard to relax. But what made it even harder to relax was knowing that she was right there, next to me in the dark. I couldn’t help thinking about how I could crawl up on the couch and peel the covers away from her body.

She’d protest, of course, tell me not to.

I wouldn’t listen.

I’d pull away the covers, whispering soothing things to her, telling her it would be okay, and then I’d take off whatever she was wearing.

I hadn’t been able to see it well in the darkness, but she’d looked like she was covered from neck to ankle.

Fine.

I would take it all off of her, get her totally naked on that couch, no matter how she tried to stop me.

And then when I had her bare there, quivering and exposed and laid out for me, I would touch her body, run my hands over her breasts and belly, dip my fingers between her legs, nudge her there slowly and urgently until she began to relax for me, until she let out little soft cries of pleasure, until she let her legs fall apart.

And then I’d take her hand and guide it to my hard, aching cock.

I rolled over onto my side.

I needed to stop thinking shit like that.

There was no reason to think shit like that.

No reason to think about how I’d assure her that I’d do her nice and slow. Just an inch at a time, little one, I’d tell her. I know it’s big, but just relax.

I rolled onto my back again.

I really need to stop thinking about this.

Take my cock, Kiera. That’s it.

I sat up.

“What?” she whispered.

“Go to sleep,” I said, my voice thick.

I threw aside the blankets and stalked out to the bathroom.

When I flicked on the light in there, the fluorescent lights made everything too bright.

My cock was making a tent of my pants.

God damn it.

I undid my pants and freed it.

I ran my hands over the length of it.

And then I gave in. I pumped my own shaft, imagining I was balls deep in her tight little pussy, that I wasn’t taking it slow for her, that I had just jammed myself in, and that her snug passage was massaging me, surrounding me as I fucked her good and hard and just how I liked it.

Take my cock. Take all of my cock.

I threw my head back and exploded into my own palm.

Fuck.

I cleaned myself up, ran the water, washed my hands.

Then I got dressed and went back to my blankets. I crawled underneath them.

There. It was stupid that I had to go and do that, but it was what I had to do. Now, I’d be able to sleep.

She made a little noise from the couch, a kind of breathy thing, almost a moan.

My cock stiffened almost immediately.

I stifled a groan.

I was never going to be able to get any sleep.