Mr. Devil (18+)

15

When the plane finally lands, I jumped out of my seat. A couple hours sitting next to this man, I was about ready to pull all of our clothes off and fuck him right there in front of everyone.

He really didn't help, either. Occasionally leaning over and whispering the nasty things he was going to do to me when we landed, his lips brushing against my ear. The woman in front of us kept laughing every time I would let out a breathy moan.

I hear his chuckle as I quickly grab my carry on out of the hatch, pushing him to hurry up and get his. My sexual frustration is at an all time high. Not having sex for over two years? Easy. Well, not really, considering I was living with this beast of a man, literally. But not having sex and him telling me how he's going to kiss and lick my body until I'm so wet, it's dripping on the bed, telling me then how he's going to suck and bite my clit until I come on his tongue... yeah, come on now. Can't expect a girl to be patient now.

I practically run through the airport and almost deck a guy in the face for trying to steal my cab. Cerb continues to laugh, following behind me and apologizing to the guy, telling him it's his fault I'm so worked up. The guy gives him an understanding nod and grin, pissing me off even more.

I tell the cab driver the hotel we're staying at and he starts driving. Leaning back in the seat, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"Nervous?" Cerb asks, quietly laughing.

I shake my head. I lean over so this time I'm the one whispering in his ear. "If we had our own car here, I'd make you drive and I'd ride you all the way to the hotel." This shuts him up real quick. His eyes glaze over and his breathing quickens. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

"Yes," he growls. I look down and see his bulge growing tightly against his jeans.

I place my hand on his knee innocently, looking straight ahead.

"Don't," he warns. I smirk before slowly moving my hand up further and further until I reach the tip of him. He inhales sharply through his teeth. "You're playing a dangerous game, Allyson."

The cab drivers eyebrows scrunch as he looks back at me through the mirror, hearing Cerb. I smile innocently at the man, trying to be as sly as possible. Luckily, he looks back to the road. I firmly rub my hand up and down Cerb's erection, stopping sometimes to lightly squeeze him. He drops his head back on the seat and closes his eyes. If it weren't for his chest rapidly moving with his breaths, I'd think he was sleeping. His face gives nothing away.

Much too quickly, we arrive at the hotel. I was having fun messing with him this time. He slaps a $100 bill in the drivers hand and yanks me out of the car. I let out a squeal as he drags me through the front doors. Luckily, we already have the code for the room so we are able to bypass the front desk and head straight for the elevator.

When Cerb notices other people coming toward the elevator we're in, he growls. "Down, boy," I whisper.

He doesn't find that amusing. I endure his impatience for 6 floors. Then, when the doors open, he's pushing past the people in the elevator. I say quiet "I'm sorry's" as I follow him out of the elevator.

"Code," he grunts out.

"Can't get out full sentences now?"

He glares at me. I tell him the code, not wanting him to punish me in the absolute worse way possible (keeping me on the precipice of an orgasm). As soon as we step into the room, he has my back to the door with his lips devouring mine. I moan, holding onto him as he picks me up and walks me toward the bed.

"Well, isn't this something?" A feminine voice asks.

We both snap our heads in her direction.

"Hecate," Cerb growls.

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A/N: SPICY... you're welcome (;