He lowered his head again, swallowing down more than half of Ivan’s cock, but he didn’t use any suction. He only held Ivan in his mouth, raising his brows. Ivan could hear the question without it being asked:Like this?
“Suck,” Ivan ordered, the command coming out like a curse.
Nix hollowed his cheeks immediately, impudent and merciless.Holy fucking shit.Ivan groaned, his eyes slamming shut and his head thumping against the back of his chair.
That heavenly suction stopped.
Ivan opened his eyes to find Nix staring up at him again, those plush lips stretched around Ivan’s cock, completely motionless. His ears were rounded in his human form. Ivan found himself missing the strange pointed shape. He cursed, grabbing Nix’s hair and winding it around his fist. He tugged. Hard. “Keep going.”
He wanted it to be an order, but it came out like a plea.
Either way, Nix popped off his cock instead, grinning up at him. “Show me.” He placed his hand over Ivan’s fist in his hair, encouraging. “Show me how you want it.”
Ivan wondered if this was Nix’s way of keeping him present. So Ivan wouldn’t be able to close his eyes and pretend it was some woman kneeling on his office floor, sucking him into oblivion.
As if Ivan could. The incubus was all he could picture everytime he closed his eyes. Every night since he’d summoned him, images of him had danced through Ivan’s brain, taunting and tormenting.
Maybe that was the price of giving up a piece of his soul.
Maybe he should have read the fine print before making that bargain.
He tugged once more on Nix’s hair, and Nix’s eyes grew hooded again. Ivan remembered Nix claiming Ivan would be vicious in bed.
“You want me to hurt you?” he asked.
Nix tutted at him, his hands sliding down to Ivan’s knees. “You can’t hurt me, Ivan.”
Just as the incubus couldn’t harm Ivan under the contract. So it went both ways, then. Neither of them could hurt the other. But…no. That was a dangerous thought to give in to. Ivan knew better, didn’t he?
Either way, it wasn’t the time. If the demon wanted him to let go, Ivan would let go.
Ivan tugged Nix again by the hair, reveling in the sharp gasp Nix let out, pulling him up onto his dick. Nix moaned around his cock, hollowing his cheeks again and sucking like his life depended on it, like he was rewarding Ivan for losing control.
His hands landed on Ivan’s hips, encouraging.
He wanted Ivan to fuck his mouth.
As if Ivan had the strength left to refuse. “Tap my hip if you need to breathe.”
Nix popped off him again, ignoring Ivan’s responding glare. “Oh, Vanya, baby,” he crooned. “You think I need a silly little thing like oxygen?”
Ivan’s balls tightened.Fuck.This demon was going to be the death of him, wasn’t he?
He tugged Nix back down, thrusting his hips up at the same time. It was unlike anything he’d felt before—that damned heat,the tight constriction of Nix’s throat. Nix didn’t gag, only moaned again, the sound muffled by Ivan’s dick.
Ivan meant to close his eyes, to focus on the feel of it. But he couldn’t look away as he fucked Nix’s mouth.
Nix didn’t gag, but hewassloppy.
The demon was a slutty mess, moaning and licking and sucking with no shame, or at least as best he could around Ivan’s sharp tugs of his hair and ruthless thrusts of his hips. He looked turned on beyond belief, his hands tight on Ivan’s hips, his eyes both hazy and hot.
He looked likehewas the one getting sucked off.
Ivan was used to blow jobs being perfunctory. The women he fucked wanted a taste of power, maybe, or a chance to say they’d sucked off a mob boss. They’d never acted like getting a mouthful of Ivan’s cock was the key to all their desires.
They’d never given Ivan permission to be brutal. To be harsh. To lose himself in them.
“Stop,” Ivan ordered hoarsely when Nix had him too close to the edge.
