I’ve never felt more open and vulnerable in my life.
“Am I the first man to fuck you here?”he whispers, circling my hole with his oiled finger.The sensation is so strange and so good, and his gaze keeps coming to mine.His expression is so studious and so earnest as he tries to make sure I’m enjoying it.
“No,” I say, feeling breathless already.“I had a tryst with a vampire once.”
“A…vampire?”Brom says, pausing.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I warn him, and he goes back to rimming me with his fingertip.I suppose I’m still in control after all.“Yes, a vampire.They exist.I had a very brief relationship with one while he was visiting New York.Which is also rare since witches and vampires are natural enemies.”
“And you let this vampire dominate you?”
I chuckle.“He was a lot older than me, by several hundredyears, and he was avampire.Yes, you let them dominate you.You don’t get a choice in the matter.They are very persuasive.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.Very much so.But I dare say I’ll enjoy you far more.”
Because I love you.
The corner of his mouth lifts.“I’ve never done this before,” he says.“I want to do it right.”
I laugh and lie back.“Oh, pretty boy.You’re already doing everything right.Now hurry up and fuck me before I get too impatient.”
Slowly, Brom slides his finger inside me to the knuckle and I instinctively clench around it.My cock is so hard and stiff and weeping onto my stomach and this is already pushing me to the edge.How will I survive him, let alone another finger?
“How is it?”he whispers, staring up at me through his lashes.“Does that feel good?Can I make you feel better?”
I groan as he pushes another finger in, this time farther, and he knows all the places to hit, knows the spot inside where it feels full, where it makes me gasp, my body tight and burning for release.
“Give me your cock, pretty boy.That’s how you can make me feel better.”
“Yes, sir,” he says gruffly.He gets up, the backs of my thighs against the fronts of his, and the sight of him there, this virile young man between my legs, with his feral stare and dark hair, his taut, flexing stomach and the darkened tip of his cock pressed against a place that had been forbidden to him, it’s enough to make me want to be a better man for him.
With a shaking breath he steadies his oiled cock against my hole and presses the tip in.It’s only an inch, but my entire body wants to protest, and I have to remind myself that this is what happened with the vampire.So I close my eyes and relax.I bear down instead of tense up.
I submit.
It’s so damn hard to submit, but I do.
“Fuck,” Brom hisses as he pushes in farther.“Fuck, you’re burning inside, Crane.It’s so damn hot.”
I grunt and arch my back, my body wanting more of him, and I look up to see him staring down at where his cock is stretching me, mesmerized.He pushes my knees up farther to get a better look and I gasp, the angle changing everything.
“Fuck me,” I swear.
He laughs, breathless and light.“I’m trying.You’re so fucking tight.”
“Maybe you’re too fucking big.”
And at that Brom shoves in the rest of the way, knocking the air clear out of my lungs, my hands making fists on the sheets.He’s so large, so full, and there’s this balance of pleasure and just a kiss of pain that breaks through the thin haze of the drug, of feeling too much and not enough, and at the root of it all is the fact that Brom, my pretty boy, has his cock wedged deep inside me for the first time.
Tears spring to my eyes, taking me by surprise, but I manage to keep them at bay.The last thing he needs is to hear me harp on about how much I love him.
Which is why I’m submitting this way.Why I’m letting him in a place I’ve never let him in before.Because maybe he doesn’twant to hear that I love him, but maybe it’s different when I show him.Even if I show him in the dirtiest, most depraved and deviant way.
“That’s right, pretty boy,” I whisper, my voice choked.“Fuck me like it’s our last night together.Make us come.”
His breath hitches, and then he starts pumping in and out of me, and I watch in awe as his mouth hangs open, the way his cheeks darken, the sweat beading on his forehead, making his hair stick to his skin.
