Finally.
I could have passed out from the pleasure, then slept for days. But I was too close to my own release. Perched at the peak of ecstasy and so ready to tip over it that when Beck pumped into me one last time, driving his load impossibly deep, it sent me sailing. My orgasm chased his, setting off spasms like shockwaves and making my muscles clench from my feet all the way into my jaw.
My teeth clamped down, snapping like a trap around Beck’s fingers. The coppery tang of blood flooded my mouth, and I sputtered, gagging again as all thoughts of ecstasy drained rapidly away.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Beck
My lust reflected in the incubus’s eyes. Those vibrantly violet orbs pulsed every time I pounded into him.
I’d covered his mouth, intending to silence him and to stop myself from putting my lips on him instead. Then he flicked his tongue across my palm like a viper scenting the air and—shit—I wanted to be inside that hole too, fucking and gagging him until all he felt and tasted was me.
I thrust my fingers past his teeth into the chasm of his mouth. He gave a surprised cry and bucked beneath me, but I pressed in deeper, levering his jaw open as I reached farther down his throat. He gagged and jerked again, but the garbled cooing sound that followed sent vibrations straight to my cock. His eyelids fluttered, and his purple irises rolled back as he wrapped his tongue around me and started to suck.
The horny bastard purred and moaned and arched up into me while drool made tracks down his face.
His perfect fucking face.
I’d gone into this with the plan to forget him, but I already knew that image would be burned into my mind long after the night ended.
Cherry drew a sputtering breath, half drowned by the saliva he struggled to swallow with my fingers invading his throat. Gulping, then gasping, he tightened every muscle in his lithe body while his ass clenched around my dick.
I came fully inside him, burying my release so deeply he’d be feeling it for days. As reluctant as he’d been at the start of this, he was beautifully responsive now. Just beautiful, really, in a way men rarely were. From his soft jaw and upturned nose to his pink lips puckered around my fingers.
His climax was pure rapture, everything I’d hoped to see when I turned him over. Fucking him from behind would have been expedient, efficient.
But I wanted this view.
The incubus’s hole clamped onto my shaft, and he cried out as milky cum spurted across his belly. It didn’t quite get on his face, but it covered me, and I couldn’t stop a near-primal growl from rumbling out.
I stayed in him longer than I should have, captivated by his mewling sounds and the suction of his throat until stabbing pain overtook everything else. Agony spiked in my fingers as Cherry’s fanged teeth broke the skin. They grated against my bones, and I shouted, trying to free myself from a bite that made me wonder if I was balls deep in an incubus or a snapping turtle.
“Damn it, kid, let me go!” I bellowed.
I’d seen those double canines when he smiled. I never imagined I’d feel them too.
Cherry stirred from his reverie, and his entire face wentslack. His mouth fell open, leaking drool tinged red with blood.
Liberated, I lurched away from him, staggering back from the mattress that barely passed for a bed and crashing into the dresser. My fingers throbbed with aching heat from deep puncture wounds. They were dripping already, dotting the floor with crimson while I scavenged my discarded clothes, looking for something to staunch the flow.
I grabbed my jacket first and wound it around my hand before scowling at the incubus.
“What the fuck?”
He looked wrecked. Scarlet hair frizzed loose from his ponytail, and blush splotched his face. His chest heaved with panting breaths, shimmering from the trail of cum that stretched from his sternum to his navel. And there was blood too.Myblood, being hastily swiped from his chin by trembling hands.
“I’m so sorry,” he gasped. Tears shone in his eyes. “I didn’t mean… I’m a vegetarian!”
Despite my shock and the pain searing up my arm, his declaration startled a laugh out of me. “When I agreed to a quick bite, I didn’t mean it literally,” I said.
He certainly didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile. I almost felt bad for him, which was absurd sinceIwas the one with holes in my fingers.
“You… you’re bleeding,” he said, stating the obvious.
I wrapped the suit coat tighter, wondering how I would explain the stains to my dry cleaner. “A bit,” I replied. “I’m just glad I didn’t put my cock in there.”
