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Our mouths collided. A building frenzy stole any more conversation. Jokes aside, the decision to sleep with an immortal being was not something I had on my Bingo card. Nothing about this seemed real. In fact, I wasn’t a hundred percent convinced of my own sanity. Years of gaming might have literally poisoned my brain like my mother always claimed it might.
Regardless of the risks to my heart and physical wellbeing, I wasn’t ready to walk away.
Mordecai, less resistant, fondled me through my pants. I was achingly hard and wanted to suggest finding a bed, but I also didn’t want to stop kissing him. His taste was addictive. Salty oceans and stormy skies. Feeling daring, I trailed my tongue along his teeth until I encountered the protruding edge of a sharp eyetooth.
He jerked back and scowled. “Don’t be stupid.”
“What? I was curious.”
“And if it cut you? What do you think might happen to my barely restrained self-control if I tasted your blood?”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. Don’t. Be. Stupid,” he emphasized needlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But you said—”
“I know what I said. This encounter can end now. I will not take this risk if you can’t abide boundaries.” Instead of anger in his burgundy eyes, I saw fear and heartache. Mournful regret. “Please, Ensley.”
“Okay. I won’t do it again.”
Chastened, afraid to kiss him, I moved to my knees instead, peeled his pants down enough I had access to his cock, and peered up, seeking permission. “How about this?” I licked his length and wrapped my lips around his head, gently sucking.
He groaned. “That too… is dangerous.”
I popped off. “Really?”
“Only because I’m precariously close to coming.”
“Oh.” I snorted. “Then shut up and let me do my thing.”
Mordecai vibrated with silent laughter as I took him into my mouth and worked him until his legs trembled. He tugged my hair, guiding my movements and thrusting with enthusiasm.
“Ensley… I can’t… You’re going to… Upstairs.”
I wrapped a hand around his length, using the saliva I left behind to aid the glide as I pumped him and lavished his leaking tip. “Not yet. I’m counting on vamps having incredible recovery time. Come down my throat first, then we can go upstairs, and you can do it again in my ass.”
The noise that left him made me laugh. I resumed sucking with vigor and intention, and in no time, he choked on a cry and came in abundance. His grip on the counter slipped, and he almost collapsed. Bracing his thighs, I sucked and slurped and let him ride his orgasm to the end, when he tugged me off and hissed about sensitivity, calling me a devil.
On my feet, I pressed my forehead to his and brushed our lips together, dizzy with euphoria, even when it wasn’t my orgasm.
“Was it good?”
“Simply marvelous.”
I chuckled. “No one has ever used that word to describe a blow job before.”
“Not true. I use it plenty.”
“Don’t bruise my pride. If there’ve been other guys, I don’t want to know about them.”
“Four hundred and fifty-six years, Ensley. I’m a vampire, not a monk.”
“Yeah, yeah. Enough.” I tickled the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip but didn’t advance.
“You can still kiss me.”
So I did, more cautiously than before and all too aware that I was playing with fire. Mordecai returned the kiss hungrily, clutching my face between his hands and encouraging me past the hesitant border I’d erected.
