“Hmn.”
“Were you?”
“Was I Irish?”I wasn’t. I mean, I’m not. I’m actually quite English, but I lost the accent a long time ago.
“Born here?” He chuckles.
“No.”
“Alrightttt,” he draws the word and emphasizes the T.
I really don’t think I can do this. I get that I need to, or I need to take a little bit too long walking home, but I want him. Really, truly want him, and that’s not fair to any of us…to bring him into this without being honest, but I don’t know how I’d begin to broach the subject with him.
“So, not a big conversationalist then.” He pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me. He’s being bold, like his orgasm—that didn’t come from my hand—erased all the nervousness I scented on him earlier in the night.
“Not with strangers,” I confirm.
“We don’t need to talk to fuck.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you.” I stretch my arm out and push him back. His shoulders land against the wall and his breath puffs out of his lungs. I flex my fingers against his sternum. If I wanted, I could rip into his flesh and tear his heart out of his ribs.
He’s so delicate and soft, and I want things I’ve never wanted before, and I didn’t think coming so close to finding a mate would hurt this much. I grimace and then offer him an apologetic smile, pulling my hand back and shoving it into the pocket of my jacket.
“That’s fine.” He arches a thin black brow. “I could fuck you.”
I'm in over my head
I chortle.
I don’t think there’s another word to describe it, but I really laugh in this kid’s face. The absurdity…
“I don’t bottom.”
He looks at me like he’s really trying to study me for a minute; then he nods his head and pulls out a set of car keys.
“Want to come over to my place and not bottom?”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”
I close the space between us, flick the button of his pants open, and pull the zipper down in one swift motion. It’s a thing I’ve perfected, like one-handed bra removal, even though I don’t do as much of that anymore.
Declan’s underwear is sticky, and I peel the material away from his cock and wrap my hand around his length. He sucks in a breath then quickly shifts his weight and leans into me, pumping his hips into my hand. Going home with him would have definitely been a bad idea. The things I want to do to him are, well, they’re obscene, and I’m losing my resolve.
I lean in and drag my teeth across his plump lower lip. One of my fangs catches on the corner of his mouth and he shudders. Running my tongue over the spot, I concentrate enough that my fangs retract.
Barely.
“Your hand is really cold,” he whispers.
“Maybe I should warm it up.” I stroke him faster, twisting my wrist when I get to the tip of his cock. My hand drags over the head of his dick and precum slicks my palm. He’s ready to go again and, apparently, so am I. But if he thinks my hand is cold, it’s probably best I keep my dick in my pants for now.
“I want to feel you come,” I tell him, and then I think it, and then he does.
Quick and rough, his arms fly around me and he spasms against my chest. His cum is fire on my hand and I repurpose it as lube to keep stroking him. He lets me, and I love that, so I don’t stop.
He doesn’t let me get a second one out of him though, or a third really. Instead his hands scrabble around between us trying to get my pants off. I move my arms out of the way to make it easier for him and, as soon as he has my fly down, he’s on his knees.
Declan nuzzles against my groin and inhales deeply. He makes this noise that’s half sigh, half groan, and he kisses me at the place where my cock meets my body. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed there before.
