Page 16 of Hungry for the Vampire

"Another first for you?" Roman asked.

"Yeah." I grinned shyly, sitting up on the bed. "I'm not normally, uh, like this. But I am just...seriously into you." My cock jumped between my legs, almost in affirmation.

"There is no shame in that." Roman smiled. "I think I am 'seriously into you,' too."

"Well, I'd like you to be."

"I—oh." He snorted. "Clever. We're both eager, but we need to do this right. Just one second."

He leaned over, reaching a long arm toward the small nightstand on the side of his bed. He pulled open the drawer and took out a little bottle.

"You keep lube at your bedside?" My eyes widened.

"I prefer it for, mm, taking care of myself," Roman said, giving the bottle a little jiggle in front of my eyes. It was slim, with a pink label. "More dignified than using spit."

"I didn't know there was a lot of dignity in jacking off," I said.

"If you do it right," Roman assured me. "Now. I want you as I was, up on the pillows. There is still some fun I want to have with you first."

I could get into that. He shifted to let me pass, but not too much—letting our bodies rub together as we switched places on the bed. I lowered myself down onto the bedspread, opening my legs around him just as he had done for me, although it was a taller order for my much shorter legs and his wide frame. But he nestled in well, and then his hand was on my cock, which was ragingly hard again. Sensitive, too, but not so much that this contact didn't feel good.

Roman's hot breath on my shaft made me gasp, and it was quickly followed by his tongue.

"The vampire should be sucking for a little bit," Roman said, "don't you agree?"

He took me in his mouth, and I could only answer with a moan. Roman swallowed me down, working me with his tongue, while my body stiffened and my breath came harsh. I put my hand on his head, curling my fingers into his short black hair and feeling every move he made on me. He bobbed on my cock slowly, lingering, savoring, swirling his tongue around my head in a dizzying loop of pleasure before sliding back down my shaft twice as fast as he'd come up.

I couldn't let him make me cum again. Not so soon.

I hadn't heard him open the lube, but I was pretty distracted. My first clue was his slick fingers sliding into my crack, his thumb rubbing the bottom of my balls while one digit found my hole. I sucked in air, but there was no reason for me to be tense. His touch was nothing but good, his fingertip circling my ass and finding all these spots I didn't know I had. I mean, sure, I'd played around back there a little myself, but it was wildly different when it was someone else doing it to you.

More lube; with my cock still in his mouth, Roman pushed a finger inside me.

"Fuck yes," I gasped, clutching at the bedspread with my other hand. Good god that felt amazing, and he had a pretty big finger. But I took him in easily, lubed up and eager, loving how it felt as he slid slowly inside of me.

It made me think about his cock. What it would feel like.

He worked his finger in and out of me while blowing me, but as he started to tease me with a second, he pulled off of my dick. The bare light that came from the hallway made me glisten with his spit.

"How is this?" he purred to me, starting to open me up with another finger.

"Yes!" I said instantly. "Yes, do it. Another one." Fuck, I needed him.

He gave it to me. I groaned as I was stretched, and there was some pain there, yeah. But Roman was patient and he was tender. He gently worked me open, watching my face, watching my chest, watching my dick jump every time he got a little further in.

"You feel very good," he rumbled. "I like you like this. Writhing in pleasure."

After another minute, writhing in pleasure was about all I could do. He had two fingers deep in me now, and with more lube, he started to gingerly tease a third. Not shoving all the way in, but just opening me up. Getting me ready for him. It was crazy how having something in my ass made me want him to fuck me even more than before. When did I get so needy?

Tonight. It all happened tonight.

"I'm ready," I forced out, a note of pleading in my voice. "Roman. I want you so fucking bad."

He huffed, air coming out of his nose. I sensed the same eagerness in him, but he kept it reined in as he took his fingers out of me gradually. When he was out, I took a deep breath, the ability to think returning to me.

And I thought one thing: Fuck me hard.

Roman's patience could only last so long. His movements came rougher as he picked up my legs, sliding forward on his knees and dropping my legs on top of his thighs. His dick speared across mine, and he lubed us both up with one hand. I squirmed as he jerked us both together a couple times, but he didn't tease me (or himself) any longer there. More lube on his thick cock, and then he was pressing it down, finding my entrance and pulling in a breath.