Just like the first time, I took him down to the root almost instantly. He wanted to use me roughly? Hell, I was going to be all his favourite fantasies rolled into one. The feeling of being abused until my throat ached, my lungs burned, and tears leaked from my eyes was everything I loved best about sex. Luc didn’t have the biggest cock out of the many I’d encountered, but it was more than thick enough to choke on when he thrust even a little. He smelled so good too, the fresh sweat I’d mentioned I loved, coupled with the outdoors, earthy and damp and wild. I wondered if I could persuade him to fuck me outside, pinned against the scratchy stone walls of this cottage, leaving me a mass of scrapes and bruises that would fade all too quickly, but would remain in my mind for months to come.
Speaking of coming, I was too close already. I squeezed my own dick firmly around the base and tugged at my balls. This time I wanted to delay my own pleasure and climax with his cock pounding my arse. I had no doubt his recovery rate was fast enough to ruin me several times before daybreak, and I wasn’t above begging to make it happen.
He fisted my hair until it hurt, but I welcomed the sting on my scalp as he fucked into my throat. Hard and fast, all the time murmuring words of encouragement, telling me I was amazing, and so fucking sexy, and the best he’d ever had. Teardrops traced a salty path over my cheeks, and my lungs burned. I wasn’t sure I would last, even with the death grip I still had on my knob.
Just when I expected him to shoot, he loosened his grip on my hair and stilled his hips, withdrawing his cock, and leaving my battered mouth empty and bereft. I glanced up at him and watched as he calmed his heaving chest. He noticed me, and the side of his mouth curled up. “Thought that was me gone for a second. You’ve got a wicked mouth on you.” He carefully massaged my neck with tender digits. “Fuck, I’m so close, I’m not sure I won’t nut before I get inside you.”
“Be a waste,” I croaked. I was so hoarse he had to ask me to repeat myself.
He hauled me to my feet and took my face between his hands. “Jeez, I’ve completely wrecked you. Was I too rough?” His thumbs wiped away the remaining tears as he appeared to search my face for any signs he might have misread my moans of ecstasy.
I shook my head, and towed him to the kitchen where I poured a glass of milk. It cooled and soothed me. Even though I healed with what I now suspected to be superhuman speed, I didn’t want him to worry. “I’m fine. I loved it.” I gave him my best ‘twink in need of a good fucking’ look, and it must have worked as he chuckled and poured another glass of the white stuff for himself, downing it in two thirsty gulps.
“You’re insatiable. I’m beginning to think your sire was an incubus, not a vampire.” At my horrified expression, he reassured me he was joking. “Sweetheart, you’re far too adorable to be demonic in any way.”
Only partially reassured by this, becauseadorable, really?I allowed Luc to usher me to his bedroom, where he sat me on the mattress and demanded I choose in what position he should fuck me.
Still croaky, but less so, I asserted, “However you want me.”
Apparently this was the right answer. Smiling, he bent and kissed me tenderly, thoroughly, then manoeuvred me into the centre of the bed, arranging a pillow under my bum. I was so pliant and relaxed from sucking him, he was able to open me up quickly, and, coating his cock with lube, lined himself up at my hole.
The first press of him against my rim made me shudder with need. I tilted my hips to meet him, and groaned with frustration as Luc held me firm. “All in good time. I’ll look after you.”
“I know you will.” His copper irises gleamed as he pushed into me, slow as treacle, maintaining eye contact all the time. At last he was as deep as he could go, and I remembered to breathe. I was a hair’s breadth away from exploding already. “Really not gonna last,” I told him. “I want you so much.” I did. Something about Luc told me it would be a long time before I tired of his particular brand of fucking.
He started a steady in and out, just halfway each time, not rocking enough to send me over the edge, but more than enough to drive me out of my mind. I might have snarled, “Fuck’s sake, c’mon,” because he laughed, and went completely still. I bucked up as much as I could, which wasn’t much, and whined when I failed to impale myself.
“Give us a moment.” Luc’s expression tensed, then he exhaled shakily. “Okay, got myself under control. You want it hard, right?” I nodded. “You asked for it.”
He snapped his hips, and I gasped as the motion shunted me up the bed. Gripping onto my shoulders, he held me tightly, and began to pound into me as if it was a competition and he needed to win. Every thrust had me seeing stars — it was on the verge of painful, which was my favourite kind of fucking. It wasn’t long before I was shooting cum over my stomach and abs, moaning with every fresh jolt of Luc’s cock. I dazedly noticed him dropping to his elbows, and then he groaned loudly, fucking his way through a handful of stuttering jerks, before his eyes crossed and he slumped on top of me.
Several minutes passed before he withdrew carefully, and rolled off of me. “That…was amazing,” he slurred. “Haven’t come that hard in forever.” His hand sought mine out and squeezed briefly. “You good?”
“Pile of goo,” I confirmed. “You melted my bones. Might need a shower though,” I added as an afterthought. I stared at the ceiling and wondered if I could persuade my body parts to realign in order to move, or if I should just sleep covered in my own cum and sweat. I poked Luc’s side. “I came hands free. You legit fucked the cum out of me.”
“I’m a studly stud.” He sighed a gentle laugh, and it sounded light and free. “Genuinely didn’t think I’d last thirty seconds, to be honest. You wreck my staying power.”
“I won’t trash talk your rep on Grindr,” I promised around a yawn. “Jeez, I reek. I really do have to move.”
In the end we showered together, holding each other up as we shared the soap and shampoo between us, and took turns rinsing each other’s hair like a pair of loved-up idiots. Which we werenot.
Stepping out of the cubicle first, Luc enveloped me in a massive towel before wrapping a similar one around his waist. “Hungry?” he said casually.
My stomach rumbled. I met his eyes and grinned sheepishly. “Probably?”
“Food, or blood?” There was nothing casual about his gaze on me now.
I swallowed. “Burgers? But I’m not fussed about the bun. Salad is okay though.”
“Meat and salad it is then.” He pulled on a fresh pair of sweats and a thin sweater, leaving his feet bare. “I’ll get the grill on. AndI’mhaving all the sides, so I’d best get busy with the contents of the fridge. I’ll see you downstairs.”
* * *
Luc servedthe burgers with a glass of red wine he poured when I appeared. He’d listened to me, and I didn’t have a bun or any potato, but in their place was a pile of coleslaw, a portion of baked beans and a mixed salad. I glared at him, muttering about him making too much effort for a snack, but he grinned lop-sidedly and muttered back about my human half requiring an equal amount of nourishing to my vampire side. Chastened, I acknowledged he was probably right, and the food slid down easier than I expected. Maybe the blood had tempered my current craving for red meat.
I set my plate aside and topped up our wine. “Thanks for cooking.” Luc tipped his glass in a salute, and I hesitated. No, I would ask him. I wanted, needed, to know.
“You were going to tell me about yourself. You’re not fully human either, are you?”
