“Please,” he whined. “Please, Tate.” His voice was needy. My cock jerked in my pants and I realized his begging was working. This was going to lead to me doing something I shouldn't do again.
I thought back to the first time he fed. His mouth had greedily latched to my thigh, his tongue running up and down the vein before he plunged inside me, groaning. My cock had ached as he drank.
Doing that a second time would only make my control worse all the other times after.
Sebastian looked crazed despite the calm, cloying seduction his words had offered. His eyes were wide, his teeth bared. I grabbed his muzzle and gave it a yank.
“Stop,” I hissed. His pupils were blown, his mouth open showing fangs coated in saliva.
“Please,” he begged and I gulped, giving his muzzle another tug, trying to snap him out of it. It didn’t work. Actually, he seemed to like it, his eyes closing, a small groan leaving his mouth.
“Stop acting like this,” I said, kinder now. His eyes snapped open and burned into me, anger finally coming over him.
“Don’t tell me how to act!” He snarled, then inhaled and quieted. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I need you, Tate. I can’t think. Let me taste you.” I shuddered. I couldn't get the feel of his mouth out of my head. My eyes settled on his pink lips and I couldn’t tear them away.
“Be good,” I said, knowing I wasn’t thinking straight. “Don’t drink too much.” This needed to be the last time. However much I wanted more, I couldn’t keep doing it. It was a recipe for disaster and it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not ever. These acts weren’t the same for me as they were for him. I wanted them to be though. I wished with my entire being he wasn’t just using sex as a means to get my blood.
He dropped to his knees and I unlocked the muzzle. His fingers dug into my shorts, pushing them down. My painfully hard cock was freed and as the muzzle hit the ground, he dove forward, inhaling my erection greedily.
“Fuck,” I hissed, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. The tight, wet feel of his mouth encapsulated me. The press of his fangs rubbed gently across my length as he pulled back, reminding me of how wrong this was. I looked down, watching as he ran his tongue from my balls to my tip before swallowing me again, his thumbs massaging the arteries in my legs, teasing the bite mark he already left me down there.
A groan rumbled from my throat as I settled my hand on his head and thrust. My fingers brushed through his silky, flaxen hair. His gray eyes flicked up to mine and I shuddered as he looked at me from his knees. I’d imagined this so many times. Now here it was in the flesh, my tragic handsome obsession with a mouth full of my cock.
He began kissing the side of my length, lips dragging across the sensitive skin as his tongue lavished the thick veins.
“Tate. I want to taste you here,” he murmured, my cock twitching in his hand as he pressed kisses to it. I knew what he wanted. Fuck it was wrong. I was beginning to realize I liked it that way though. I wanted to do all the wrong things with him.
“Do it,” I growled. If I was going to hell because of him, I wanted to do it thoroughly. His eyes closed as he delicately dimpled my flesh with his fangs. He bit down sharply, puncturing me like an apple. I hissed, my fingers tightening in his hair and tugging. He quickly swallowed me whole, his soft, sensual mouth begging me to forget the pain. He sucked like his life depended on it, like he was starving. He groaned around me as my blood pooled in his mouth. I began to thrust.
His greedy mouth was eating me at the same time I fucked it.
His thumbs dug into my thighs as I pushed past his lips, again and again, chasing the furious feeling of pleasure in a place I should never find it—a vampire's mouth. The same tongue he used to lap at my blood was wet and soft, inviting me to dig deep into his throat and feed him my release.
He sucked, moaning around me deliriously. His lips were painted red with the blood coming from my cock as he grabbed at my shirt, twisting the fabric in his fingers. I felt my orgasm coming.
“Stop,” I rasped, groaning when his tight throat squeezed me one last time before he pulled off. Sebastian stood up quickly, his hands were everywhere—grabbing and squeezing. Then he was pulling my face to his while his cock rubbed against mine through his pants.
“Why do I need you so badly?” He asked, pressing his lips to mine. I didn’t answer. Instead, I put my hand around his neck and held him in place as I licked into his mouth. He groaned and thrust against my cock. My tongue slid across his fangs and I tasted blood.
Over the years, I’d failed to imagine the simple pleasure of him grinding his erection against me, telling me how much he needed me. It was mind-numbing. His confusion only added to the charm. Not understanding why he was so turned on but still desperately dry humping me, fucking my mouth with his tongue.
Sebastian pulled back and tentatively pushed two fingers in my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked. He looked flushed. It was my own blood making a dusting of red turn up on his face. Something about that satisfied me and made me feel powerful. My blood was running through his body—feeding him, strengthening him.
“Do you still like me? Even though I’m a vampire?” Sebastian asked. His hands moved to my shoulders, pressing lightly. He wanted me on my knees like I’d been before, playing the role of a dutiful partner.
I opened my mouth to tell him everything. To spill my heart out like I had my blood and cum. Thrust my secret at him like I did my cock in his mouth. Bleed my truth out, in explicit shocking detail.
I wanted to learn every contour of his body, memorize it with my tongue, savor each piece of his flesh like each part was my last meal over and over, blindly gorging myself on him in one hedonistic fuck after the next.
I wanted to endlessly push myself inside him, filling him with so much of me, everything, anything—blood, cum, and cock—until our lines blurred. Until he was delirious and addicted. Until he stopped askingwhyand just begged for more of me while already a sticky, used mess.
I wanted to fuck him right this very moment and it was killing me I wasn’t already inside him. His dead body would be cool against mine as he thought about drinking me until his belly sloshed distended with my blood. I’d just keep fucking him though, letting him hunger for it, feeding him addictive little tastes until we both couldn’t live without each other.
“Sebastian,” I said, grabbing hold of him. I was breaking apart, all my desire about to gush on the floor. I wasn’t sure which one of us was worse for the other.
9
Tate was flushed and hot. His eyes were dazed as he grabbed me possessively, pulling me harder against him.
