He’s adorable when he’s like this. Apparently, the poor guy is still kinda traumatised over his insistence I was used and abused under age, even declaring on one notable occasion that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever hurt me. Pillock. We’ve got the bond for that. I don’t think he’scapableof causing me pain. Not unless it’s the kind that revs my motor.
Luc’s thumb pushes against the corner of my mouth, seeking entrance. I endeavour to resist, but it’s hopeless because I want him so badly. He forces me to open up, his roughness triggering my fangs to slide down. I catch the edge of the digit and it’s his turn to gasp. He withdraws his thumb and stares at the fat drop of scarlet liquid clinging to it.
“You’ve never drawn blood before, babe,” he breathes. The bond is humming, but there’s no alarm coming from him, merely astonishment. I stay stock still and wait for his signal. “Lick it and seal the wound,” he says gruffly, so I do, noting with interest that little Luc is still raring to go.
“No feeding from my cock, you fangy menace. You’re going to make me come before you spill for that. Get your paws off your dick.”
My whimper of frustration only exacerbates his excitement. “Fuck, yesss.” His hiss of pleasure as he slides right in, stretching my mouth wide, goes right to my balls. I have to concentrate now, because unlike full-blooded vamps, I do still have to breathe. I adore it when Luc chokes me, but I don’t want to fully pass the fuck out.
He gives me time to adjust, then holds me firmly around the back of my head as he begins to rock his hips. His smell, his taste, are home for me, the faintly earthy musk of him my lighthouse in this stormy sea we call life. I cough a bit, so he backs off, then I inhale deeply through my nose and sink forward until the fat crown of his dick cuts off my airway. Luc picks up the pace, all the while murmuring words of praise and love that rain down on me like precious jewels as his thrusts destroy my ability to breathe. He’s the lover I never wanted, had never searched for or even knew existed, and yet here I am, barely out of my teens and welded to him for the rest of our lives. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Tears pool in my eyelids as I feel him swell in my throat. I must make some kind of noise as Luc thumbs away the wetness under one of my eyes.
“I love you so damn much, Charley,” he grunts. “Your tears make me crazy. Fuck, not gonna last.”
His thighs tremble under my palms as his rhythm stutters, then with another softer grunt, he comes in a hot burst down my throat, pulling back just enough that I’m able to suck in a nasal breath as I swallow. Stars burst behind my eyelids as he empties himself into me. Jeez, that was close. I reckon I’d have passed out if he’d taken any longer.
Luc takes a few deep gulps of air, his chest heaving as his grip on my head tightens momentarily. “FuckingChrist,that was good.” He releases me then hauls me to my feet, shoving his tongue into my mouth to steal my breath all over again with a bruising kiss.
“You love tasting yourself on me, don’t you?” I ignore the steel bar of my erection pressing into his thigh as I croak my question.
Luc nods, then exhales a shaky breath. “You didn’t come.” He sounds surprised. So he should be; I’m amazed I didn’t make a mess of the rug I was kneeling on.
“Waited, like you said.” He bites his lip at the dry wheeze coming from me.
“Oh, baby, I really wrecked you this time, huh?” He kisses me again, sweetly this time. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not going to lie to your face. Get onto the bed and I’ll take care of you.”
He peels off my jeans and gives an appreciative nod at my new jockstrap. It’s for decorative purposes only, but I happen to think I look hot in it. Apparently so does he, because instead of ripping off the jockstrap and diving on my aching dick like I expect him to, he rolls me over and pushes me around until I’m head down, arse up on the covers.
“That is some view,” he sighs happily. The bond hums with his pleasure, filling me up with what feels like golden light inside. It’s been weird adjusting to someone else’s presence in my…my consciousness, I suppose you’d say, but now I’m used to it, I’d feel bereft without knowing I can always sense Luc with me.
Because I’m getting desperate for some action, I snark at him. “Won’t lick itself.”
He slaps my arse cheek. “Now I might not bother.” I whine and his laugh is loud in the quiet of our stone-built hideaway. “Don’t be silly. Like I could resist this perfect peach for more than ten seconds.” The mattress dips as he shuffles up behind me. “Hands flat on the bed, gorgeous. I’m going to make you scream.”
The wet stripe he paints down my lower spine has me arching towards him. Two warm hands close around my hips, anchoring me to the duvet. The second swipe of his tongue goes lower, but not quite low enough. I can’t help the whimper that breaks free, but I’m pinned in place, waiting on Luc to bring the relief he’s promised. And he will, if I’m patient.
I groan happily as his hands move across my buttocks, then I feel my hole stretch as his strong thumbs expose me fully to him. Swear to God, I can feel his gaze warming my arse. The cheeks on my face also heat, because I’m a slut for this kind of attention but it’s also a bit intense. My cock jerks against the confines of my underwear impatiently, reminding me I’m primed to go off like the proverbial rocket at the slightest provocation. When he bends forward and his hot breath gusts over my arsehole, I shiver. “More, please,” I beg.
Luc takes pity on me. He licks, wiggles, and probes me with his amazing tongue as I make what I’m sure are highly embarrassing noises. I don’t care. I’m hovering in that space where nothing exists apart from the intimate press of him against me. The golden light fills my head completely now, wrapping us in a bubble oftwo,buffered from the outside world by our connection and so much love.
Distantly, I hear the telltalesnickof the lube, and brace myself not to jump when a cold finger replaces Luc’s heated mouth. He opens me up efficiently, one finger quickly becoming two. I start to pant and rock back against them, the fullness welcome as I know Luc won’t be able to fuck me with his cock so soon after blowing his load.
“D’you want fast or slow, babe?” His voice is a low purr by my ear, throaty and full of promise.
I want to lie and say slow, because it’s exquisite agony when he edges me, but the desire to bust is now more of a need. “Fast,” I croak, then, “Love you.”
“I love you more.” He manhandles me until I’m upright, kneeling back into the solid weight of him, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Somehow he wedges me against his chest, then slips his free hand under the fabric of my jock to caress my balls until I’m moaning loudly.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you fucking sadist. My cock.” My plea is a wet rasp of broken syllables and he chuckles.
“But I love seeing you insensible with need,” he croons.
“Luc…”
“Say ‘please’,” he reminds me. Bastard teasingbastard.I can barely form words.
“Please,”I whisper.
