“My Jeep is still fucking parked at the motherfucking festival.”
Foxx whined. “Nooo…”
“New plan! Burn the bodies, you sneak in and get my Jeep, pick me up on the side of the road, so we don’t get the cops called on us…and then back to fuck at the cabin.”
“Let’s go!” Foxx hissed as he untangled himself from Harlow’s hold, pushing the man towards the closest body. “LIGHT FAST OR RISK BLUE BALLS, OLD MAN!!”
Harlow stumbledhis way across the stone path, his mouth attached to Foxx’s. On tripping up the steps, he slammed Foxx against the front door of his cabin. Both of them flinched at the sound of wood and metal breaking, looking back in time to witness the door falling inward, landing with a thud.
“Fucking hell…” Harlow growled, eyeing his now broken door. His gaze slipped to Foxx, the man having stripped out of his bloodied sunsuit before fetching Harlow’s Jeep. He now sported a pair of baggy mom jeans and a blue sweater covered in white bows. Both made him look soft and innocent with his black curls, button nose, reddened plush lips, and freckled nose and cheeks. Not so innocent was the blood splattered on his white boots. Harlow’s hard cock pulsed… Very soft and fuckable…
Was a broken door any reason to stop? While the vampire looked slightly startled, the dazed look he got when sex was taking over his brain was very apparent. “Fuck it! I’ll fix it later.”
Capturing the man’s mouth again with a growl, he picked him up, carrying him over the threshold. Setting him back down, he broke away to pick up the door and set it in the frame as best as he could. There was going to be so many bugs in the cabin after this…
Foxx was on him as soon as he turned around, the vampire’s hands gripping tightly in his hair. Harlow groaned into the kiss as the man’s tongue brushed against one of his fangs. Yanking Foxx hard against his body, he stumbled forward into the living room, only to let out a grunt of surprise when he was shoved hard. His back hit the wall, and the picture frame he slammed into shattered on impact, falling to the floor. He didn’t have time to even react before Foxx reached out and ripped his shirt down the middle.
He glanced down at his partly bare, muscular, scarred chest with a chuckle. When his eyes flicked back up to the vampire, his lips slightly swollen from their kisses, he found Foxx standing there, smirking. The man’s gaze swept over him, but there was more than just heat there… There was a challenge.
Licking his lips, Harlow cracked his neck and stripped off his jacket, gun holster, and torn shirt in one smooth action. His eyes never left the vampire, whose grin was growing wider by the second, as he removed his sword, followed by the knives strapped to his arms. Lifting a brow, he said, “Now you.”
“Make me.” Foxx took off out of the living room.
Harlow growled, giving chase, snagging the back of Foxx’s sweater right as the vampire entered the kitchen. He heard the fabric tearing when he yanked the vampire back around. Foxx gasped as he bumped against him.
Just as quickly, Harlow had the man pinned against the wall of the kitchen. Using his hips to hold him there, he gripped the front of the man’s already ripped sweater, and just like Foxx had done to his shirt, he tore it apart. The soft fabric shredding easilyunder his grip, Foxx moaned, his body arching against him while shuddering.
The vampire’s eyes fluttered closed, not a single protest leaving his lips, even when Harlow stepped back and proceeded to do the same to the rest of his clothes, eventually leaving Foxx standing there naked in only his boots.
His gaze swept from the man’s still closed eyes, over his slim neck, to his thin, toned chest and hard dusty pink nipples, down to his tiny waist, and the curve of his hips that Foxx couldn’t avoid having with the plump ass he was carrying around. For some reason, on reaching the man’s boot-covered feet, the sight of blood splatter had his cock jerking and releasing a drop of pre-cum.
“Mine,” he growled, the word causing Foxx’s eyes to open.
Foxx swallowedhard on meeting the man’s dark gaze. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling the moment Harlow reached out for him. Harlow grabbed his arm, and Foxx’s cock jerked, a few drops of pre-cum dripping down while the dhampir manhandled him and bent him over the kitchen table.
His prick pressed up against the underside of the table, Foxx’s booted feet almost dangled. Just the tip of his boots were touching the floor due to the height of the man’s table. When Harlow gripped his hips and ground his covered hard cock against his ass, Foxx whined and wiggled with need. “Harlow!”
The dhampir chuckled deeply, roughly rubbing himself against him a few more times before pulling back. The sound of something being torn open was followed by the feeling of lubebeing dripped down his ass crack. Foxx hissed when one thick lube-covered finger pushed into his hole without much warning. That hiss of pain turned into a moan as Harlow began to fuck him with it. A second finger joined the first, but before Foxx could even begin to enjoy the feeling, or the stretch, both were gone.
He cried out as Harlow’s thick cock replaced the fingers, the man slamming home in one hard thrust. Wincing at the burn, he whimpered and clawed at the table. The dhampir did not give him even a chance to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before sliding fully back in again, drawing a scream from his lips.
The pace continued, picking up in fact, as Harlow fucked into him hard and fast. The wooden table he was on rocked with the force of each thrust, while the man’s hands likely bruised his hips.
Moaning, tears pooled in his eyes as the man kept sliding in and out of him, the dhampir pegging his prostate almost constantly. Foxx just laid there, his head clouding with pleasure, unable to do much besides uselessly dig his nails into the table, due to him having no real purchase on the floor. His poor throbbing cock bounced and hit the underside of the table with each thrust of Harlow’s prick inside him, pain mixing with the pleasure.
Head feeling like it was floating, he whined loudly when Harlow pulled free, his vision spinning as the man flipped him over onto his back, pushed his knees up, and planted Foxx’s booted feet onto the table. Laying there, he met the dhampir’s gaze.
Harlow smirked, his hands sliding over his knees as the man kissed one, before those large hands of his gripped his hips once again, and he slammed back inside.
Foxx cried out, but the sound of his claws digging into wood could barely be heard among the slapping of skin, and the thudsand creaks of the table. Harlow’s thighs not only hit his ass with each thrust, but also the table.
Heart racing, he groaned loudly. His body began to tense more and more as the seconds ticked by. Trembling in need, a sob slipped past his lips. But right as he found himself on the edge, instead of his release, with the next hard thrust came a loud crack.
Foxx squealed, his arms flailing as the table underneath him dropped. A wide-eyed Harlow managed to hold his ass up, the dhampir’s hand sliding around his waist to pull him up against him, while the man’s cock remained buried inside.
Swallowing, Foxx eyed the man with a snort. “You,” he said breathlessly. “Need to stop…breaking things.”
Harlow chuckled, and the shock disappeared, to be replaced by a smug smirk. “Later,” the man growled, before his hands slid to cup his ass.
