He hissed as she brought her lips to the tip of his glistening cock. Though this was something he was sure she had much experience in, it was the first time for him. He could feel his mind and his body screaming at the same time as she took all of him deep into her mouth. Despite trying not to, he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward.
God, she felt like liquid sin.
He knew this was wrong all of it. But especially who he was doing it with. But right now he needed to get them out of the alley. Meg might not have a problem with getting caught, but he didn't. They were near a bar full of demons that would know what he was.
Still in the same position, Castiel grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him as he transported them to an empty bedroom in a nearby hotel. He quickly fell over the bed so now his back was to it. The movement caused the head of his cock to fall out of her mouth, making him groan in frustration.
She stopped what she was doing only to strip down in front of him. She must have known what she was doing because she took her time removing her clothing. She peeled her shirt over her head, leaving her exposed breasts full and perky. As a demon he knew she never wore a bra. None of them did. He noticed the scars on her chest from where he had thrown her into the fire, and he couldn't help but wonder why she had stuck to the damaged vessel. She stripped out of her jeans, leaving nothing but a thong on which she quickly removed also.
She soon crawled on top of him and gave his hard cock a quick squeeze before climbing on top of him.
Just this once, he decided, he would let her have her way with him.
So he did. He let her do all the work until they stopped in the morning.