My subconscious has finally figured out that the person in my bed is not human. And fuck me. I love it. It is beyond hot. It is scratching an itch that I didn’t know I had.
The look in Ned’s eyes as he stares down at me, pulls a deep groan from me. A wicked smile curls his lips.
His fingers gently curl around the base of my cock, holding me steady. We haven’t got the lube out yet and I’ve only opened him with my tongue, but I trust he knows his own body.
For a moment, I think about condoms. But then I remember Ned explaining how vampires can’t catch or carry human diseases. I’m going to have the pleasure of having Ned bareback, and just the thought of that is nearly enough to send me over the edge.
The very tip of my cock notches against his hole. I groan again. Ned’s eyes flutter closed, but mine are staying open. I’m not missing one second of this.
Ned lets out a long, soft exhale. Then he lowers himself. Soft, tight flesh pushes against my tip. Then the flesh spreads. It opens. Ned’s body welcomes me in. The tip of my cock is encased in glorious heat.
There is some more pressure. I feel his tight ring of muscle fully surrender as Ned takes more of me into himself. He gasps. I study his face closely. I’m pretty sure that was a happy gasp.
My hands rest gently on his hips. He sinks a little lower. Taking another inch of me.
I groan and fight to keep my hips still. I want all of him. I need him to slide all the way down and take all of me. I want to be buried balls deep in Ned, experiencing that tight, soft heat and pressure over all of my cock. But Ned needs to take this at his own pace. And a pleasure delayed, is a pleasure intensified.
He moans and works himself a little lower, allowing my cock to burrow a little deeper. My hands tighten on his hips. Does he need my help to control this slow descent? No, I don’t think he does. But I think he is enjoying my grip on him.
He lowers himself a little more and fireworks start igniting in my mind. Pleasure burns bright and golden in my gut. I’m sweating and groaning. My heart is racing and all I am doing is lying here.
Ned makes a noise of pure carnal desire, and he slides all the way down. His soft ass cheeks are resting on the top of my thighs. He is fully seated. Every inch of my cock is buried deep within him. He feels incredible. Amazing. This is like heaven on earth.
He pants for a moment, and a terrible whine escapes me. I could watch him for eternity, but my body is desperate for movement, for friction.
Ned opens his eyes and rewards me with a benevolent smile.
“You feel so good,” he whispers.
“So do you, baby, so do you.”
Ned shudders. He moans. Then he moves.
More graceful than a dancer. Lifting up, slamming down. Taking my cock and riding me. I gurgle. I groan. I gasp. He isso very beautiful.
His hands roam over his own body as he rides. One works up to his hair and runs through it as his head tilts back in a look of pure ecstasy.
He picks up the pace and I’m done for. My orgasm detonates. I’ll apologize later, but there is no earthly way to hold back this storm.
As I grunt and writhe and fill his ass with thick ropes of cum, Ned starts to cry out and spasm too. Oh fucking hell, that is so hot. I’ve taken him with me, or he is following me over the edge. Whichever it is, we are cumming together.
The crescendo of joy slowly recedes. Ned looks down at me as I pant heavily. My softening cock is still nestled inside him.
“I was hoping we could go for longer,” he says sheepishly.
I chuckle, and he gasps at the movement.
“The night is young, baby. The night is young.”
Chapter twenty
Ned
Frigging hell. There really is something so soul satisfyingly wonderful about a good hot shower after a night of fantastic sex.
I’m glad we lingered in the hotel bed until the last possible moment, because being in my own shower is an extra layer of gratification.
It’s lovely that Morgan took the time to drop me home before hightailing it back to his so the babysitter could leave. Bless her for agreeing to extend her booking to an all nighter. But now it is morning, it’s not surprising she has places to be.
