My hand keeps moving. It twists over the leaking tip of his cock. Morgan’s eyes flutter closed. His head tilts back, jaw falling all loose and open. He is magnificent. I love seeing him like this. Blissed out on pleasure that I am giving him. He should look like this always.
My free hand moves to his balls and gently cups them. Morgan groans and his hips twitch, thrusting up into my hand.
I carefully roll his balls, tugging on them a little. Just enough sensation to really feel without crossing over into pain.
He moans. His hands grab hold of the sheets.
I collect more of his precum and smear it down his cock. He gasps. His hips move, bucking up. So I curl my fingers even tighter around him, giving him a fist to fuck, since it is clearly what he wants. I slide down to his root and hold that hand still while my other continues to caress his balls.
Morgan cries out and starts fucking my hand. Short, sharp thrusts of his hips. One, two, three, four, then he lifts his hips right off the bed, arching his back and holding the position. All the muscles in his body go rigid. His cock throbs.
I bend my head down and place my lips over his tip. No need to make a mess, and while I can’t get as much life force from cum as an incubus can, it is still good stuff.
I drink Morgan down while he groans gutturally through his orgasm. I massage his balls, and tease his slit with my tongue, prolonging his euphoria for as long as I can.
But soon he is spent, and he collapses against the mattress, breathing heavily. He is a bit sticky with precum, but it is not too bad. So, I tuck him away back into his boxers and do up his fly for him. Hopefully, it will make him feel a little less awkward when he comes down from his high.
Finally, I brace myself and look at his face. He is a little flushed and his eyes are still a little hazy, but he is clearly lucid and over the worst of the venom.
We stare at one another and the silence stretches. I wish I knew what he was thinking.
He clears his throat. “I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Well, technically I am, but I’m not pedantic and I know what he means.
“Me too.”
A ghost of a smile teases at his lips. Then there is another long, heavy silence.
“I’m sorry I freaked out about the grandfather stuff!” he blurts suddenly.
And it is my turn to give him a half smile. “Vampire venom and post nut glow are making you feel soppy. We will talk another time.”
Morgan frowns. It doesn’t suit him, but he does it anyway. “Pretty sure I mean it.”
I watch as a stubborn look fills his eyes and his shoulders tense. He is preparing for battle. He is going to argue his point. Claim he is in his right mind and is forgiving me for my lies.
Oh lord, it’s making my heart beat. Fast and sure. My pulse is shaking through me. I want nothing more than this. For Morgan to declare his love for me so I can fall into his arms and forget everything else.
But it seems as if I have finally grown a backbone. Or I have grown to love Morgan so much that I cannot bear the thought of lying to him anymore.
I lick my lips. “There’s more.”
His eyebrow rises. My hands start shaking. I look away and stare blindly at the window.
“The billionaire, Ritchie. He kept me in line by threatening Jennifer and the kids. The inheritance and the fancy house and the staff, it was all a ruse so he could execute a kill order at any time.”
The words pour out of me. Pus from a boil. Water from a dam. Rushing out of me, desperate for freedom. I can’t look at Morgan, I can’t. But he takes my hand and I don’t have the strength to pull away.
“I got arrogant, defiant. Thought I was calling his bluff. But I was wrong, so very wrong.” I inhale sharply. “And that’s how Jennifer died.”
The grip on my hand turns vice like, and I welcome the pain. As soon as he is over the shock, I hope he beats thecrap out of me. I deserve it and I welcome it. It would be nice to be punished for my sins.
“Ned, look at me.”
Woodenly I obey.
Morgan’s eyes are brimming with anger. It is a struggle to hold his gaze, but he asked me to, so I’m going to do my best.
