Summoning

Chapter 2

After a late dinner, Aaron headed back to his room. His mother and sister were still talking downstairs, but he was tired and sore. College life must be worse for his body than he thought because he'd been working with Rachael all day and she was fine. Of course, he was tired before they started. Sleep seemed like the best cure. He was glad he'd showered before dinner was delivered because now he was but seconds away from crawling into bed.

When he opened the door, he took a breath and thought he smelled something familiar but out of place. As he closed the door behind him, the musk flourished and he looked toward the fireplace. Though the moonlight coming through the windows hardly touched the winged armchair, he could make out the figure of a tall man.

Everything from the night before came crashing back to him. His body tensed, his breath caught, and his lower belly tingled. Blood pumped in anticipation.

The demon's features were shadowed, but he seemed to be watching Aaron. His elbow on the arm of the chair, his chin on his fingers, he was still for a prolonged time. "Remove your clothes," he said like he was reminding Aaron of the obvious next step.

Aaron swallowed dryly and stepped on the backs of his sneakers. He was peeling off his T-shirt before he questioned why he was obeying. As his head emerged from the shirt, he took in a startled breath. The demon was standing in front of him, yet he never heard movement.

Dropping the T-shirt to the floor, he stared up into black eyes. For a moment, he could swear he saw a greedy, expectant expression but it was gone as soon as he registered it. The gold halos roamed over the exposed upper half of his body like he was looking for changes since seeing it last night. Aaron glanced down at himself like he expected to see something different, too. But it was just him.

The demon's pale hands entered his field of view and he sucked in a little as claws and fingertips touched his belly. Easily, the demon undid the button of his cargo shorts and they fell. Then claws hooked in the waistband of his boxers and those were pushed off as well. Aaron shivered.

By the shoulder this time, the demon directed Aaron toward the bed. He sat and leaned down to remove his socks, leaving them on the floor. Then he pushed his hands into the bed and scooted back. He was already swelling with anticipation. His mouth opened to draw in more breath.

Aaron started to lie back. He felt the mattress depress as the demon moved onto the bed. Settling beside him, the demon brushed his hand down the center of Aaron's chest and stomach. The claw of his thumb dragged behind the heel of his hand and Aaron automatically sucked in a little. Fingers spread and twisted over his belly as though trying to cover the whole of it with his hand.

His belly pulled in again as he felt the blunt claws hook gently in his soft flesh. And then, as he had to release the breath, the demon's fingers smoothed over the area as though to apologize. With another circle he began to go lower and soon caressed the tender flesh between belly and genitals. Aaron's breath quivered and he felt himself stiffen, fully engorged.

A little moan escaped his lips when the demon finally took hold of his ready shaft. As before, he flexed his fingers around the thickened organ and teased the base with the edge of his claw. Aaron squirmed with the tantalizing discomfort as the demon squeezed and worked his fingers. His breathing increased to a pant and he felt his body flush with pleasure.

Just as he began to feel pressure building, the demon pulled. Aaron thrust his hips and groaned needfully. The demon's hand shifted and Aaron shuddered as he felt the claw scrap lightly down over the shaft and slide beneath. A moan mixed of pain and pleasure erupted from Aaron as the demon's whole fist squeezed.

The muscles of his hand flexed as though mimicking the throb of Aaron's overfilled blood vessels. He squirmed and bucked with another loud moan. Finally, when he swore he could take no more, the demon's hand slid over the length of his shaft taking Aaron to the edge. And then he let go.