My fingers curled around the edge of the surface. He moved in behind me, brushing my hair out of the way and teasing his nose along the back of my neck. He paused when he reached the crook above my shoulder, letting his fangs trace over the sensitive skin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
In a flash, my briefs were off, and my hand moved toward my dripping cock on its own. I sighed as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, making slow, deliberate strokes as James kissed my skin. His hand slowly migrated from my hip to around my side, tracing over my birthmark. After a moment, his long fingers continued until they wrapped around my own, adding just enough pressure to make me moan.
“You looksogood right now.”
I growled, an animalistic sound I didn’t know I was capable of making. James pressed in close, and I lost my breath as his hard length pressed into my lower back. His thumb captured a drop of precome threatening to fall. He held me up with one firm hand on my lower belly.
“Use your words,” he growled.
With my hands braced on the counter and James’s arm holding me up, I dropped my head and closed my eyes. The sharp tips of his fangs nicked my shoulder, and my pulse skyrocketed. It wouldn’t take much for those sharp teeth to pierce flesh.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
“What was that, love?”
My hand picked up pace. It was difficult to breathe, much less speak. “Fangs. Harder. More.”
I cried out as James dug in, thin scrapes along my shoulder blade. He sank in again, and I gasped as—at the same time—his cool, slick fingers slid between my ass cheeks. “Where the hell did you find lube?”
He laughed. “You think I came unprepared?” I shivered against the cold gel on my skin, and James warmed his hand up as he teased my eager hole. “Better?”
“Much.” I pushed back against his finger, cravingthe feeling of him pushing inside me. It’d been entirely too long since I’d been taken by someone, but I trusted James. I wanted to give him every part of me.
“I’ll need to take my time with you, won’t I?” he asked, slowly rimming me with his finger to relax my muscles.
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
“I do.” James pressed into me again, and I damn near whined when he removed his fingers. The only solace was that he twisted those fingers with the hand I was using to touchmyself, sharing the lube with me. “Keep going, love,” he whispered as he removed his hand.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. A shiver shot down my spine, and I wasn’t sure if it was the new, slicked-up feeling of my shaft, or the name he kept calling me.“Love.”The first time he said it, I felt a momentary spike of panic in my chest, but the sensation was fleeting, overturned by the part of me that didn’twanthim to stop saying it—so I let it continue. I didn’t have time to overthink it because James’s fingers quickly returned to my entrance, pushing in. I sighed, torn between bucking forward to push my erection through my fist, or shoving backward to take more of him. James was taking thingsagonizinglyslow.
“Come on, vampire,” I breathed. “I know you can move faster than that.” I settled on rocking my hips back and forth, taking deep breaths to avoid coming before he got his cock inside me. Which, for my sake, I hoped happened soon.
“I’m working on it, love, but I can sure as hell go slower if you like.”
“Don’t even.” I groaned as one digit became two.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, his praise sending a jolt to my belly. His free hand left my hip long enough to make his boxers disappear, and he grabbed the lube again. “I need you to do something for me,” he said softly. The cap on the bottle clicked, more cool liquid poured over me, and I heard the sound of James working it onto himself. My cock pulsed in my hand in anticipation.
“What’s that?” I panted. My chest ached; I was grappling for every breath. I inhaled sharply as I felt the head of James’s cock line up with my hole—bare. “James?—”
“Don’t worry, love: I can’t make you sick. But if you want me to use a condom, I will. Just say the word.”
He squeezed my hips. My nerves eased, and I shook my head. “What do you need me to do?”
His hand danced across my shoulder blades, flattening in the middle of my back and giving me a soft push, encouraging me to bend over at a slight angle, my left hand still gripping my dick like my life depended on it. “I need you to wait. Don’t come until I can have you in my mouth when you do it.”
“Christ,” I said through gritted teeth. I squeezed the base of my cock, staving off my orgasm. His words alone nearly made me lose it. “I’ll try.”
The hand he had on my back was replaced by his lips, and he stamped a kiss to the middle of my back. “Thank you. Now brace yourself.”
I got about half a second to do just that before I felt the burn. James hissed behind me. I took a chance, glancing up at the window in front of me, unable to see anything through the steam gathered there. Who knew you could fog up a window in such an open space? My eyes fell shut again as James rocked his hips. He took his time, spreading me open with each thick inch of his dick that disappeared inside me. My hand returned to the countertop. I held on, trying not to erupt all over the granite.
James bottomed out, our hips pressed together while he paused for me to adjust to him. Little did he know, I didn’t have much time at all: I was close, and there was nothing that could bring me down from it.
“James, you have to move,” I strained. “I don’t have long.”
