The first, and likely the least intimate, yet probably a more sensitive place in Foxx’s mind, sat less than a half an inch belowhis cross scar. Only those who’d seen Foxx shirtless from behind would know it existed.
The next was off center, to the right in the dimpled space above his ass.
As for the last…that one was in a space that made him overly smug and pleased that Foxx’s previous boyfriends were likely all dead. Eyeing the man’s exposed pink pucker, his gaze drifted left, to the part of the man’s ass cheek that was usually kept hidden unless spread. The little freckle there…was all his. All of Foxx was all his.
“Mine,” he hissed. Dropping down, he licked at that small freckle, kissing it before trailing up and nuzzling against the pump cheek.
“Don’t you dare!” Foxx hissed, glaring back.
Grin spreading wider as he met the man’s gaze, he chose to fully ignore the warning he saw. Biting down on the man’s ass cheek, in the exact spot he had when still ‘human’, Harlow couldn’t help but groan happily while his mouth wrapped around the plump flesh that his teeth pierced so easily.
Mine!
Foxx let out an indignant squawk,and would have been plotting his revenge except, at the first pull of the man’s fangs, a moan replaced the noise at the same time pleasure evaporated all thoughts of vengeance.
Whimpering, he arched his back, gasping as his hardened nipples rubbed against the cooler marble floor.
His moans ramped up when wet fingers started to probe at his entrance. He frowned… Wet? Where the bloody hell had Harlow gotten lube from?
Groaning louder, he pressed back when first one and then two fingers pushed inside, and Foxx decided he no longer cared. His head went even more hazy with each pull of Harlow’s fangs, and thrust of the man’s fingers.
His body tingled with pleasure, begging for release, but it didn’t come as easily as it had the first time. And when the dhampir’s fangs finally pulled free, his body trembling with need, the edge felt so close yet so far. “Bastard,” he whimpered.
“That I am.” Harlow chuckled thickly.
The man’s fingers left him, and the press of a thick cock took their place. Crying out, “Yes,” he pressed his body backward onto the man as Harlow pushed inside him.
Foxx hissed at the slight burn he felt while his hole was stretched open. But his moans and cries kept coming, him repeating the word ‘yes’ again and again. It became more of a chant once Harlow started really fucking him.
It felt so good, he didn’t even care that the dhampir’s grip on his hips had turned painful, or that with how hard Harlow’s thighs were slapping against his ass, they’d likely leave a mark. All Foxx cared about was the body shaking pleasure that was buzzing through him.
With his hardened buds roughly rubbing against the floor, and the endorphins still soaring through his veins from the multiple bites, Foxx shook apart more and more with each brutal thrust of Harlow’s cock. The man seemed to roughly peg his prostate each time he pressed inside him.
Clawing at the marble, he whimpered, starting to sob in distress as his pleasure built and built, but despite how much his cock was weeping, his body seemed to be refusing to come again.It felt at this point that his heart would beat out his chest before he managed to find release.
Just when he thought he’d go insane, Harlow’s arm snaked around him and lifted him up. The angle of the thrusts changed, pushing in deeper. His orgasm came on a hoarse scream the moment the dhampir’s fangs once again pierced into him. Continuing to scream, his cock sprayed a string of cum across the floor, while Harlow thrusted into him again and again.
Harlow was a wall of heat against his back, on an exhausted whimper, Foxx sagged when the dhampir’s jaw clamped down harder on his shoulder. Harlow let out a muffled grunt, and he shuddered as the heat of the man’s cum filled him.
Panting hard, Foxx rose slightly with the rise and fall of the man’s chest. He whimpered again when Harlow’s jaw loosened, the man’s fangs pulling free.
“Fuck,” Harlow rasped huskily.
Foxx grunted in response as Harlow sat back with him basically on his lap, the man’s now soft cock still inside him.
Body trembling as his heart finally slowed down, he took a deep breath, gripping onto Harlow’s arms when they wrapped around him.
“We should…” Foxx let out a tired huff. “We should talk.”
The dhampir licked at his neck, but didn’t say a word.
“Harlow…did you hear me? I said we should…” he trailed off, flushing while a shudder slid through him when he felt Harlow begin to harden again inside him.
Heart speeding up once again, he swallowed. “Later?”
“Later,” Harlow growled.
Foxx slowly opened his eyes on a groan. His head was pounding away, pulse beating to the same rhythm, while his mouth was dry as all hell. It had honestly been a long bloody time since he’d felt so noticeably thirsty on waking up.
