Hell Inc. (24 page)

“What
are you doing?” I asked him, almost frantically. “We just
started.” Levie looked embarrassed, an odd reaction to see on
the face of someone as arrogant as him. Oh. I got it. “You
came?” I asked him. “Already?” Levie didn't say
anything, but he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me even
harder than he had before. His hips resumed their movements, and I
felt him getting hard again. I wondered if demons were any better
than human men at keeping erections. Soon though, that thought, as
well as any other, was pushed from my head. All I could focus on was
the pleasure and leaning my head back into the pillows, savoring the
ecstasy. There wasn't much else I really could do; I could barely
move. It wasn't long before I felt the orgasm building. It was like
a pressure at the base of my spine, and it was nearly unbearable. I
grabbed Levie by his upper arms.

“Enough,”
I gasped. “Please, stop.” This always happened to me when
I masturbated. I couldn't bring myself to go any further. The
pleasure became almost painful and I had to stop, but this time, I
couldn't stop Levie. He ignored me and continued grinding his hips
into mine. I pushed at his shoulders, but it didn't do me any good;
the man was a demon, and there was no way I was going to be able to
move him away from me. I moaned and writhed beneath him as the
pleasure built to a crescendo. “Levie,” I cried “Please,
no more.”

The
pressure exploded inside me, and I squeezed Levie as hard as I could
as it washed over me. There was no moving, no crying out; I was
trapped, frozen in it. Levie's cock sliding in and out was just
about the only thing that I could think of, and it was unbearable.
Finally, and yet also unfortunately, the pressure subsided, and I was
able to take a whimpering breath.

Levie was
still hard and inside of me, but he pulled out quickly and rolled to
the side, breathing heavily. I didn't want to leave him like that,
but I didn't think I could take it anymore. I crawled over to him
and knelt between his legs. He gave me a shaky look as I removed the
condom but only pursed his lips tightly together when I wrapped my
hand around him. I squeezed and finally got the reaction I was
looking for. He gasped and tilted his head back. I leaned down and
took him in my mouth as far as I could go, watching as his chest rose
and fell in shaking breaths.

I'd read
all kinds of things on this subject, but yet, I'd never done it. I
hoped I was doing something right as I pumped my hand up and down the
base and flicked my tongue across the tip. Levie grabbed my hair
tightly in his fist. At first, I wanted to tell him to stop. It
sort of felt demeaning in a way but then I looked up at his face. I
could tell he was as forgone in pleasure as I had been so I left his
hand where it was. I then used one of my own to lightly cup his
balls and continued the rhythm. Levie's fingers began to tighten in
my hair as I sped up the rhythm until I felt him gasp and come inside
of my mouth.

Immediately,
his hands were under my armpits, and he was pulling me up to rest on
his chest. I swallowed the cum in my mouth.
This is definitely
an acquired taste.
I thought as I felt the wetness on my thighs.
Oh dear. What a mess. I looked at the wet spot on the sheet and
smiled. But fun. Oh so very fun.

“I
think we should do it again,” I said, eliciting a deep laugh
from Levie. He sounded contented and sleepy when he replied.

“Will
you allow me a bit of rest first?” I grinned and looked at his
face. His orange eyes were half lidded.

“Was
that as good as your romance novels?” I asked him, adjusting
myself so that I could lay my head on his shoulder.

“Better,”
Levie replied sleepily.

The next
morning, I woke up and stretched languidly. Levie was sleeping with
his arm around me, and I blushed as I remembered last night. I
wasn't a virgin anymore. It wasn't as life shattering as it was made
out to be, but I was still as happy as a clam. The only thing that
was bothering me was the growing intensity of my affection for Levie.
It was both frightening and invigorating. I'd never had feelings
even remotely like this before, and I didn't know what to do with
them. I stared at Levie's sleeping face and fretted over how I was
going to act when he woke up. Never having had sex with anyone
before, I wasn't really sure if anything was going to be different.
Levie apparently didn't share any of the same issues.

“Are
you going to continue to move around, stupid girl, or are you going
to allow me to sleep?” I slapped him playfully on the arm.

“You've
had enough sleep,” I said, irritated with him and flicked him
in the forehead. Levie grabbed my wrist and opened his eyes. He
stared at me with feigned annoyance and strangely enough, a bit of
humor as well. This was certainly different.

“Are
you trying to wake me up for any particular reason?” he asked
me, pitching his voice so that it came out low and sensual. I leaned
towards him, meaning to kiss him, when the phone rang. Levie rolled
his eyes and waved his hand at it dismissively as if to tell me to
answer it. I did, and a woman's voice came screeching out at me.

“Levie!”
she screamed. “Are you there?” Who the hell was that?
I had never given Levie my phone number so there was no way he could
have given it out to anyone. I handed him the phone wordlessly, a
questioning look on my face. He took it gingerly from my hands and
put it to his ear.

“Leviathan
speaking,” he said slowly and then cringed immediately. His
body language reminded me of how he had acted when he had answered
the phone in the Hell Inc. office. Submissive and nervous. Who the
fuck
was
that? “Yes. I am truly sorry, Mother. You
know how I can be when I'm working.” He glanced at me
apologetically. Levie's mother was calling him. How amusing. I
sidled closer and attempted to eavesdrop. “Things do not
always happen the way we plan them to, Mother.” Levie held his
hand over the mouth piece. “I will be there later.”
Irritation was beginning to creep into his voice, and he leaned over
me as more screeching sounds came from the phone. He clicked the
receiver back into place, effectively silencing it. It rang again
immediately, and he ignored it. After a couple of minutes, it
stopped, and I looked at him.

“What
was that about?” I asked. “And how did she get my phone
number?”

“The
woman is too crafty for her own good.” Levie stretched and
sighed as he looked over at me. His face held a worried expression,
and it made me nervous.

“What
is it?” I asked, trying not to sound alarmed. He sat up and
spread his wings before leaning back against the pillows.

“Ginger,
there is something that I've neglected to tell you.” Oh shit.
Now I was terrified. “It is about demons and sex ... ”
I gave him a panicked look which he returned, looking equally
panicked.

“Well!?”
I squeaked and tried not to reach over and shake him. Thoughts of
diseases and angry, knife wielding demon wives swam through my head.
I wondered if he was in some kind of relationship or how many demon
girls he'd had sex with. The very idea made me jealous, and I
couldn't believe I'd never thought to ask. I waited anxiously as he
rubbed the back of his head.

“Demons,”
he said slowly and then stopped. Looking as if he had just changed
his mind about what he was going to say, he continued with, “Stupid
girl, I merely wanted to tell you that I have changed my mind. I
like you more than just a little bit.” Levie puffed out his
chest, and the look he gave me was full of haughty arrogance. Was
that his way of acting embarrassed without actually showing it? I
knew he wasn't exactly telling the truth although I did appreciate
his compliment.

“If
you're not going to tell me the truth, then I'm getting up right
now.” I moved as if I were planning on leaving, and Levie
grabbed me around the waist, pulling me against him. His erection
was pressing in horrible places, and I fought the urge to moan and
move myself against it. “I have a lot of questions for you,”
I whispered. Levie leaned in, and I felt his breath on my ear. When
he spoke, his voice was full of wicked promises.

“I
am glad that you allowed me to be your first.” I didn't know
how to respond to that type of statement, but I knew that as he
kissed my ear and neck that I had to get away from him now or I was
going to forget all about his weird confession and Terrence's
attempted raping. I struggled against his arms, and he let go of me
with a groan. Without looking back at him, I went to the bedroom
door and opened it to find the sphinx sitting there.

“Is
an unspoken truth really the same as a lie?” I didn't like the
riddle and glanced back at Levie who was glaring angrily at the
sphinx. I pushed past it and closed the bathroom door behind me.

I
was surprised to find out that not only did Levie’s parents
not
live in Hell, but that they lived smack dab in the middle of
suburbia. As we stood waiting on the porch, I spared a glance at my
new demon lover. His wings were pulled as tightly against his body
as he could manage and little droplets of sweat were beading on his
forehead. I smiled as I got the urge to lick them off. Last night
had really set off my sex drive. Levie looked absolutely perfect to
me, even in his ugly black T-shirt with the stupid 'Hell Inc.' logo,
a scroll with two black horns. I just wanted to tear it off and
ravage him right then and there. I had to bite my lip and clasp my
hands behind my back to keep from running them down his smooth chest.
I shook my head to clear it of its lascivious thoughts and examined
the neighborhood.

It
was like a scene from
The Twilight Zone
. Every house was the
same: a cookie cutter, two-story new construction in a shade of beige
with a manicured hedge and gas guzzling vehicles in the driveway.
Levie's parents house was no different; demons like beige too,
apparently. They even had a set of pink flamingos on their front
lawn and a Tahoe parked in the driveway. The latter of which the
sphinx was currently in the process of marking. Apparently,
it
was a
he.

And
he had seen me naked. Great. I thought about telling Levie, but he
already looked like he had enough on his plate. I faced forward
again, and the two of us waited together in uncomfortable
silence while pounding footsteps approached the front door. When it
was finally flung open, we were greeted by a beautiful, female clone
of Levie. Mounds of shimmering raven hair fell down her back, and a
very familiar pair of orange eyes glared at the two of us from her
position on her rooster doormat. She might have been his twin in
looks, but I knew from the instant Levie began to cower that she was
his mother.

“You’re
late,” she snapped and gave me a rather dismissive once over.
Her lips tightened and her eyes roamed over Levie in a very
calculating manner. “What have you been up to lately?”
she snarled. “Besides getting fired. You look horrid and you
smell even worse. And if I find out you've lost us our position in
the – ” She looked at me for a moment, head cocked to the
side, and then shuddered. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to
be feeling but offended certainly was on the top of my list. “Just
come in the house before you embarrass me in front of my neighbors.”
Levie slunk inside, and I followed warily as she slammed the door
with a force that I could feel through my feet, locking the
preoccupied sphinx out. He would eventually find his way in; he
always did.

I
took a look around the entryway. After the view of the neighborhood,
I couldn't say I was surprised at the mundane decorating, though it
was a little more country than I'd expected. Geese, ducks, and hen tchotchkes cluttered just about every inch of every surface that I could see,
and the walls were lined with prints designed specifically to get me
to fall asleep standing.