He stopped pumping and stroking.
Nooooo.
Chapter Six
Andros
What the fuck am I doing?
Andros had no answer to his question. He shouldn’t be in Hard Lust humping any newbie, especially Megan.
How this had happened, he wasn’t quite sure.
One minute he’d been prepared to snap her neck for being such a pain in the ass, content to let her go through eternity with her head hanging to one side.
In the next, her sweet fragrance drew him closer, her pouty mouth enthralling him, her taste refreshing like a gentle shower on a hot summer day, while her curves…
He thrust hard, unable to get deeper within her though he tried.
She gripped his shoulders and pulled him to her, proving she wanted this.
After goddamn defying him in more ways than he could count.
She needs discipline, not a satisfying fuck.
He couldn’t stop and pumped zealously. The table legs tapped the floor. Their bodies smacked, creating beautiful music nothing could equal. Everything within him came alive, even parts he’d forgotten about, stored away after his banishment.
Warmth flooded him, her inner heat insanely good. Each breath, touch, and response she offered created a sexual cocoon he never wanted to leave. He adored how she squeezed his cock to heighten their pleasure. He longed to fill himself with her scent.
He needed to show her who was boss.
Her kiss grew tender, her embrace a balm encouraging him to relax and be himself.
If only he knew what that was. Too much time had passed, erasing the person he’d been before, hardening him to hope, joy, and simple pleasures, like enjoying a woman for who she was rather than what she could offer him. Always taking, never giving.
There had to be a better way.
In Hell. His prison.
How the fuck did I forget that?
He was losing his mind. Her smart mouth and decent heart was killing him.
No more.
She stroked his cheeks and suckled his tongue. A pleased moan rushed from her, the sound better than any praise.
His nuts jiggled, and his dick firmed to a point he feared hurting her.
She squeezed his cock faster and harder than she had and jerked her hips, driving him deeper.
So much for her fragile state.
He couldn’t stop now any more than he could halt Earth’s next sunrise or sunset. She had him by the balls, literally and figuratively.
Surrendering to her temptation, he pumped like the demon he was, giving her no quarter, and stroked her clit with equal urgency.
She wailed despite his tongue filling her mouth, her cunt going wild around his cock, the pulsing pronounced and quick.
Her climax sent him over the edge, delight barreling into him from every direction and threatening to knock him unconscious. He pulled his mouth free and bellowed, the volume shaking glasses, furniture, and everything else. The room twirled, his ears hummed, and sweat poured down his heaving chest to land on hers.
She smiled, genuine pleasure in her hooded eyes. Her mussed hair and glowing skin further confirmed her bliss.
A grin tugged at his mouth. He fought it, worried as to what would happen next. Asking her to work in the office next to him, Vespar, and Racan so they could take periodic breaks to screw around and enjoy? Giving her privileges to set policy and run the show?
Knowing her, she’d bind and gag the demons in here until they behaved as she wanted, ruining the club’s reputation for a depraved good time.
Wasn’t happening.
Breathing hard, he pulled out of her and stepped back.
Her lips parted in surprise.
His clothes reappeared.
Displeasure registered on her face.
He liked that she wanted him nude.
Wait. I shouldn’t.
Shaking off his delight, he glared at the others. The servers cringed behind the bar, crowding Cecil whose cheeks and eyes were so sunken, he looked like he might implode. Although the patrons hadn’t recoiled to that extent, they didn’t dare make a move toward Andros.
He pointed at the servers. “Get back to work. Now.”
They zoomed around the club, drinks on trays, asses wiggling, heels clicking against the floor.
He turned his authority on the customers. “Park your asses and drink.”
They did, Hard Lust tokens raining on the bar like hail.
He frowned at Cecil. “Fix the fucking clock. Make sure the second hand works properly.”
“At once.”
Fists clenched, Andros pivoted.
“Hey,” Megan said. “What about me?”
Holy motherfucker.
Refusing to look at her, he stomped to the doors, both off their hinges.
“Uh-uh,” she said. Rattling sounded, then shoes hit the floor. “You’re not getting off that easily.”
As if he were her employee? He willed her to shut up before he lost his temper and did something he’d regret, or screwed her into the next century, leaving them both too exhausted and sore to do anything except groan and pant.
She huffed. It sounded pissed or frustrated.
Join the crowd.
“Look at me.” She made a pained sound. “Please.”
His chest tightened, her entreaty stunning him. Something he wouldn’t have expected from a feminist. Even one who wasn’t repulsed by sex with a guy. Against his better judgment—and after shutting down his emotions—he did as she asked.
Rather than frowning or baring her claws, she looked lost. As she had in the office when she knew she wasn’t going home.
The wall he’d erected around himself began to crack.
He reinforced it.
“I enjoyed that.” She touched her lips, bruised from his pitiless kiss. “I’ll never deny it no matter how much you force me to.”
Force? Where the fuck did that keep coming from? First with her clothes and now sex. He hadn’t done anything except give her a mind-blowing orgasm she hadn’t deserved.
She pointed. “And you enjoyed it, too. Nothing down here, on Earth, or in the entire cosmos will make me believe otherwise.” She crossed her arms. “Admit it.”
Her nerve was really something, mostly foolish, but he played along. “You mean you refusing to see anyone’s side except your own?” He dug his nails into his palms. “Gladly. You don’t consider anything but what you want. Guess what? Things don’t work that way down here. Or haven’t you noticed?”