I groaned. I’d order them today—with same-day shipping. The fact that my boyfriend needed to get up and leave before I had to, when I was the one working in a damn coffee shop, was simply unacceptable.
“I’ll fix that. I hate that you have to go. At least you’re saying goodbye now.”
I strained to catch his lips again. He sighed against my mouth, but his tongue eagerly came out to play with mine. I moaned, and he shifted, his hard cock brushing against mine. My hands followed the outline of his spine, down his back until they reached his ass. I got a kick out of grabbing his globes and pulling him down while I thrust up.
The friction was delicious, but nothing compared to the deep, almost feral groan and the way his kiss turned more fervent in an instant.
“I really need to go.”
I grinned against his lips, rutting up against him so his hard cock was rubbing against mine.
“No, you really need tocome.”
Eric moaned. He shifted a bit, resting his weight on one arm, shoving the other one between us.
“I don’t have much time left,” he said, voice thick with lust. But even as he said that, he lined up both our cocks and started stroking them with quick, hard motions.
I urged him on, thrusting against him, as my own desire quickly washed through me.
That’s what I’d been dreaming of. My boyfriend staying the night, lazy morning sex, maybe a second round in the shower.
Granted, there was nothing lazy about this. And there wouldn’t be a second round. I actually didn’t want to risk Eric getting hurt again.
“Fuck,” I whispered, closing my eyes, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks as I tried to get him as close to me as possible.
His rhythm was unrelenting. Hard. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge by the second.
It was all too much. His weight covering me, his mouth on my throat, his hard cock sliding against mine. The friction,the growls, and the white-hot pleasure suddenly eclipsing everything.
I managed a strangled cry as I tumbled over the edge and spurted between us, just as Eric tensed on top of me and let out a low groan.
“Fuck,” I panted, my mind still buzzing with pleasure. “What the fuck was that?”
I blinked up at Eric’s face. It was still dark, but his red eyes were glowing, and his fangs were hard to miss.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, voice apologetic. “Uhm… I’m… I mean, I…”
My hand flew to my neck as I realized what he was trying to say. I touched the spot he’d been sucking at, but it wasn’t sore. There was no wetness. No wounds. Nothing that’d indicate he’d bitten me, but that was what he’d been trying to say, right?
“Did you seriously just bite me?” I asked, raising my brows. My voice was far too high-pitched and loud for this early in the morning. But seriously. What the fuck? “Did you drink my blood?”
Eric swallowed audibly, his eyes filled with guilt. He closed them and took a deep breath. Next time he opened them, they were back to looking normal. However, that didn’t mean this conversation was over.
“Eric?” I prompted after seconds had gone by without him answering me.
“Yes,” he mumbled, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “I bit you.”
Great.
“Have you ever heard of the word consent?”
“Of course!” He sounded put off.
Well, too bad. Because I was put off by being bitten without him asking first.
I mean… it’d been kinda hot.
And it apparently instantly triggered an orgasm, which made itveryhot instead of kinda hot, but still. Even if he was doing something that wasvery hot, he needed to ask first.
