Page 17 of Hungry for the Vampire

"I'm ready," I told him again. "I want you inside me, Roman. I need you."

"You'll have me," Roman said, and his voice was deep, laced with lust. He pushed forward, holding my legs. "You're mine now."

"Ohhhh fuck yes..." I closed my eyes, grabbing a fistful of bedspread. Already it felt so good, lying on my back while I was propped up on his legs, his hands holding me firmly, his dick starting to stretch me. I was his, all his, and there was nothing more that I wanted in the world.

I bit the inside of my cheek as his head went inside my tight hole. It was a lot, but it felt incredible, making the air slowly leave my lungs.

"Keep going," I begged him.

His fingers dug into me, and he pushed in further. He was sliding in now, wet and slick, hard and unyielding. That heat was in my face again, the pressure under my eyes, the signs that told me the lust was taking over, that I was lost in it. But I wasn't really lost. My eyes were open, and I was watching Roman hold me tight and enter me. I could see his face; I could see his lips parted as the pleasure wrapped him up. I could see my toes curling in the air next to him.

I reached down to feel his shaft as he pushed in, and I let my fingers splay across it for long, delicious minutes until he was firmly pressed up against me.

All of him. I had all of him in me, and it felt like every nerve in my body was lighting up.

"Hold for me," Roman said, his voice a growl. "You look...so good down there, Jared. And you feel so good that I have to...wait."

I nodded, my muscles feeling shaky. I could use a moment to get used to him, too. I knew exactly how big he was, I'd tasted how big he was, and the fact that he'd managed to fit that whole thing inside me was a miracle.

He took slow breaths, clutching my legs, and then he started to move. He pulled back, just a little, then pushed forward. Even that small movement sent stars through me; my dick jerked like it was getting tugged by a string, and precum dripped down the shaft.

"F-fuck. Holy fuck, that's so good," I moaned, lifting my legs higher without even trying to.

Roman said something, maybe. Or maybe it was just a growl, a noise of passion, as he started to fuck my ass for real.

I couldn't speak. It was too much; it was too good. I could only hold onto him, groaning. Pleasure pounded through me with each thrust, my cock leaking and making another mess for us to clean up. My face was hot and my dick was throbbing and I was so full, full to the brim, my muscles melting as Roman thrust into me again and again.

Suddenly his hands were under my back and I was being lifted up. He pulled me up from the bed and hugged me against himself, thrusting upward into me now.

I clutched at him and I heard his deep groans of passion in my ear while my own hot breath panted onto his shoulder. I bounced on him, moving with his hips, taking him deep inside me with fireworks going off in my head each time I landed on his thighs and he hit that spot inside me, over and over.

My dick was caught between us, rubbing up mercilessly against his abs, and without warning I started cumming, gasping and squeezing him as the friction tugged another orgasm out of me, this one somehow twice as powerful. I held him and he held me while his shoulder muffled my raw screams of pleasure and I made us sticky again.

When Roman came, he embraced me fully, his hand finding the back of my head and holding me tight to him. He thrust up into me and moaned, a deep rumbling I felt as much as I heard, and his cock throbbed in my ass, emptying himself into me during long, long seconds of heat and ecstasy. I squeezed him hard and took everything he had to give.

Roman released me slowly. He eased me down onto the bed since my legs stood absolutely no chance of working. I peeled off of him, my second orgasm trying to hold us together, and he gradually slipped out of me before dropping down onto the bed at my side.

I turned toward him, which took pretty much all the strength I had left. But I wanted to look at him. I wanted to make sure this was real, because it had been so perfect, so beyond anything that I'd ever experienced, that I was worried it was a dream. The fact that sex could be this good was about as crazy as werewolves and vampires being real, in my opinion.

I put my hand out and I found solid ground. Roman's bicep—maybe the most solid ground in all existence. He was still there. Real.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you doing okay?" Roman asked me, a flash of concern in his eyes. "Was it too much?"

"No. I mean, yes, I'm okay, and no, stop." I giggled, a crazy burst of joy. "You're a lot, Roman, but you're not gonna be too much for me."

"That is good to hear." His small smile arrived, and so did his hand, running fingers down my chest. "Messy. Again."

"Your fault," I told him.

"Sure." The smile grew bigger. "I am very glad you came, Jared."

"Uh..."

"To my apartment," Roman clarified, but he shook his head, now that he had more of a feel for my sense of humor. "Among other comings."

"Me too," I said. "And you know, as much as I appreciate you saving my life, I want you to know that's not the reason I wanted to be here. I came for you."