by Lissa Kasey
“No.”
“But you don’t want to top me?”
I did. I fucking fantasized about it a thousand times a day. “I just want you to enjoy it.”
“I plan to,” Luca said. He glanced my way as we finally pulled into the driveway of the big house. All the lights were off other than the front motion sensor. Everyone was probably asleep, although Jamie’s car was missing from the big circular driveway so he might have been working. Luca parked the car but made no move to get out. He stared at me and I couldn’t look at him until he reached across the giant beast of his Hummer to touch my face. “Hey,” he said. “Why does this freak you out?”
“It doesn’t freak me out,” I defended.
“Right, ‘cause you’re a badass motherfucker who has no trouble throwing me over a table and fucking me until we both see stars.”
“God!” I cried, pants tightening until it damn near hurt to be wearing any clothes. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
“Not teasing. I’m legit. Wanting you to fuck me.”
I sighed and looked at him, really looked. He was concerned, and so beautiful. Men like him didn’t normally want guys like me. Not for more than just a warm hole. Fuck. “Stupid emotions.”
“Yeah, they’re a real bitch, right?” Luca smiled. He had a little boy’s smile full of delight and mischief that I just loved. “But you trust me, yeah?”
“I do.”
“It’s you, you don’t trust.”
And wasn’t that the truth. “I’m good at breaking things. Fucking things up.”
“If you expect a particular result often you get it. Sometimes you have to shift your perception to really find change.”
“You mean believe it will be great and it will be great? Thanks, Mary Poppins,” I said.
“Well, yeah. I know it will be great because you and I have a fuckton of chemistry. Every time you enter a room, I feel your pull. I look your way and think, God, I can’t wait to have that. And he’s mine.”
“I feel the same way. About both you and Con.” I sighed thinking about all the things I’d fantasized doing with both of them. Luca’s many teasing comments put more visuals in my head that might never have been there before. Like the idea of him spit-roasted between Con and me. Porn did not mirror real life, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t play.
“So let’s work on that.” He got out of the car and headed toward the house. I followed, though at a slower pace, thinking hard. Wasn’t this what I’d promised to leave behind? All this self-doubt and fear of really living?
The house was quiet and dark. I followed Luca upstairs to our room, passing Seiran’s closed door and the twins before finding ours. Furniture had been added, window treatments, a slight color change, a reorganized closet, and the three of us looked like we’d been living together forever. It was weird to have the world align in just a week, but we fit. And that was all that really mattered.
Luca closed the door behind me and shoved me up against the door, his lips capturing mine in a fierce kiss. He tugged off my tie and pushed the jacket off my shoulders. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said.
But I was afraid of me. Worried about the monster I’d once become and some of the fierce need that burned in my gut with an intensity I’d never experienced before.
He sighed when I didn’t touch him and pulled away to begin stripping out of his clothes. It was always sensual with Luca. Just the way he moved. So even when he rolled his shoulders to ease off his own jacket and began to unbutton his shirt one button at a time, it was an erotic dance. I watched him, already hard and aching. His little smile devious and sexy all at once. Fucking Luca.
He swayed his hips a little and flicked open the button of his pants. I couldn’t help but watch every move. He shoved off the pants to reveal the tiniest little jock strap ever, which framed the most perfect ass ever. The realization of him wearing that under that tailored suit did crazy things to me. Him sitting in that office chair, looking so prim and perfect, with those naughty little undies beneath…
He turned to wiggle that fine ass suggestively. Luca waxed everything. I knew this for a fact as he had an appointment two days ago in which he’d grumbled about getting his asshole waxed. I didn’t know why as I thought hairy men were just fine. But the perfection of those globes was something to behold. Like some sort of Adonis or sculpture of male perfection. Luca wasn’t a giant man covered in muscles and monstrous pecs, but he was the sleek elegance of a well put together man. I loved the smooth slide of his skin against mine, and the sun kissed tone of his flesh, though I knew he spent little time outside.
He pulled off the strap, letting it slide suggestively down his leg before he dropped it on the pile of his clothing. His cock was hard and as always he was confident in his skin, letting himself stand on display for me. I drank in the sight of him, sleek muscles, honeyed flesh and need. I hoped to someday have that confidence.
I sighed as he dropped his discarded pile of clothes in a chair and went to the night stand. He retrieved a bottle of lube and squirted some into his hand before climbing up onto the bed and kneeling, then leaning forward, offering a tantalizing view of that amazing ass in the air, spread wide.
For a moment I was at a loss as to what he was going to do, but he reached back, fingers slick with lube, and began teasing himself. I bit my lip to stifle a groan as the first finger disappeared inside his clenching hole. It was a slow process, one that locked me into place, watching, fantasizing that it was me playing with him, pulling little sounds of pleasure from his throat.
The first finger vanished inside him, his hole clenching around it, but he didn’t really move. Then he pulled it out and added another, sliding them in and out, turning them slowly and then pressing them deep. I heard him gasp, and his hips moved. He reached for a pillow and put it under his chest, head to the side, hugging the pillow with his free arm.
His ass in the air, legs spread wide, cock hard and dripping a fine line down his chest and onto the bedspread, made a stunning view. Those fingers fucking his ass made some need in me clench hard. I wanted it to be me. I knew he wouldn’t care if I crossed the room and fucked him. It was what he wanted. Fuck, it was what we both wanted. Yet I still stood there frozen.
He added a third finger, then a fourth, his pace quickening, and the little sounds that fell from his lips made me tremble. I stripped out of my clothes in a hurry, willing to at least rub off while I watched him play. That was something, right?
When I was finally naked, I crossed the room to stand beside the bed and stare at that amazing ass as Luca fucked himself with his fingers. His hips moved in a rhythm with his thrusts, but he made no attempt to touch his own cock.
“Touch me,” Luca begged.
I worried at my bottom lip with my teeth, but reached out to stroke his bare ass cheek. I could feel the muscles of his ass clenching under his rhythm. Watched his fingers turn and twist, playfully for a bit then thrust hard for a few seconds before turning to playfulness. I climbed up onto the bed beside him and leaned forward to kiss the cheek I’d been petting.
His moan was sweet. “Yes,” he said.
The view from this angle was much nicer, that fine hole gaping with need each time he pulled his fingers out. I traced my fingers down his crease, gathering a bit of extra lube and circling his hole as he thrust his fingers back in deep again.
He reached for my hand. He wrapped his lube-coated fingers around two of mine and jacked them as though they were my cock. Fucking Luca. He was going to make me come just from watching him. But he stopped and instead guided those two lube-coated fingers to his hole and eased them inside.
They were incased in soft, clenching heat. I didn’t move for a moment, just reveling in the texture and warmth, the rippling strength of the muscles around them. I turned my hand, sliding my fingers around the space, exploring the spongy walls. Luca shivered and let out a little half-groan, half-sigh.
“Is this okay?” I asked him. I slid my fingers pa
rtially out and then back in again, the sensation odd, but not unpleasant.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes.”
I slid them out again, circled his rim, watching his muscles tremble with sensitivity, and added a third finger. This was a bit more of a stretch, his channel clenching at them as I pressed in and rolled them around, feeling inside him and watching his body for reactions. He pressed back into my fingers forcing my touch down a little, and I felt a little nub of tissue, maybe that bundle of nerves every gay man knew was supposed to be our hot spot. Was that his prostate?
I rubbed at it for a few seconds and he growled, his cock twitched and a second later spurted down his chest, and all over the blanket. He let out a long sigh. I pulled my fingers out.
“No, don’t stop,” Luca begged.
“You just came without anyone touching your cock,” I remarked, thinking hard, and studying his body which was still tense and shivered with need. It had never happened to me. Even the many hours of porn Matthew had made me watch had never featured such a phenomenon.
“Yes, and I can come probably another half dozen times tonight. Part of being a dhampir. Super-charged libido.” He rubbed his spend into his chest and it looked dirty and so fucking sexy all at once. I was still rock hard of course, but a thousand ideas ran through my head of things I wanted to do and see.
I rubbed his crease again, tickling his rim. I was close enough to smell a slight orange scent. How was that possible? “Why do I smell orange?”
“Flavored lube,” Luca said. “It’s one of my faves.”
Why would lube need to be flavored? I leaned forward and tentatively licked a tiny drop that rested on one of his ass cheeks. It wasn’t disgusting, just a mild flavor of sweet orange candy.
“Fuck, do that again,” Luca begged. He was growing hard again.
“Kiss your ass?” I laughed at the thought.
“Yes,” Luca said. “Please. Touch me.”
I pressed my fingers back inside him, he let out a long sweet hiss of pleasure, and then I kissed his crease. It took a few seconds of internal pep talking but I licked a line down his crease, tasting orange and a musky, but not unpleasant flavor of him. Huh. Not bad. His hips shook with need.
Maybe I could do this. We didn’t have to fuck, I thought briefly, though I wanted to. However, I could make him come until he was too exhausted for anything else. And that was appealing in its own way, watching him come undone because of the little things I did to him.
I tasted his rim, again just the bite of orange candy and him. And the way my tongue made his hips shake spurred me on. I fucked him with my fingers, adding a fourth and pressing in deep, nudging his prostate as I licked around them.
The little sounds falling from his lips made my cock drip and ache, but I didn’t touch it. No, I wanted to see him come apart. Watch him drown in pleasure under my touch. He gripped the comforter and moved his hips back into my thrusts and lips, grinding himself into me when he could. It was too hard to maintain a solid pace, so I took hold of his hips with both hands to steady him, which meant I didn’t have enough hands to fuck him.
I frowned at his gaping hole which opened and squeezed like it was begging to be filled, while I held his hips in place. He tried to move, but I held him firm, hard enough to bruise, though he didn’t protest, instead he growled and groaned saying over and over again, “Please.”
That delicate hole begging for attention, I thought. So I teased at the rim again, flicking the tip of my tongue over him, fighting his strength as his body tried to press back for more. When I pushed my tongue into him for the first time, I worried that this wasn’t a thing, that he’d pull away, but his little “please, please, please,” turned into “yes, yes, yes.”
His cock dripped again, hard and dark, begging for touch. I was tempted to lie down and take him down my throat. He’d enjoy that, had every time I’d done it so far, but it wasn’t what he wanted right now. And I wasn’t done playing with him.
I licked at him then, inside and out, flicking into him, then around the rim and back inside. His breath came out in pants like he was running a marathon. Legs trembling to hold him up, but that was okay because I had him. Where his strength ended, mine continued. I traced my tongue across the side of his crease up to one round cheek where I carefully set my teeth and applied a little bit of pressure, just the slightest bite, no breaking of the skin, but Luca came again, his cry muffled in the pillow as he’d turned his head to fill his mouth with it.
Holy fuck he was so hot when he came undone. His body swaying like a dancer, come trailing over his perfect skin, face flushed and the indent of my teeth slightly marring his skin. I squeezed my cock so as not to come. Not yet. Fuck. I wanted to see him fall apart at least one more time before I came.
His entire body shook. “Fuck.”
“You okay?” I asked.
“You talk too much.”
“Okay?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
I stared at his still clenching hole, wondering what it felt like. The way he’d moved around my fingers and my tongue had been amazing. But I was much longer than my fingers.
He shoved the bottle of lube my way. “Please.”
And I wanted it. Wondered at how he would feel around me, muscles squeezing me, pulling me in. Would it hurt him? Did it matter? He didn’t seem to care, should I?
I opened the bottle and squirted some onto my hand, enjoying the smooth scent of it, not overly strong or sweet, and it felt smooth going on too. Luca’s gaze was locked on my cock as I stroked myself, coating it in lube.
Was I really going to do this?
“Please,” Luca begged.
I put the bottle aside and got to my knees, adjusted his hips for a better angle. Not so high, but still open, I pressed the head of my cock to his hole, expecting resistance, maybe his pain. I don’t know exactly.
The tip popped inside, and Luca’s little chants of please once again turned to “yes, yes, yes.” I wasn’t sure if I should keep moving forward. I knew from experience that the first entry was always more than a little bit of a burn. But Luca reached back and gripped my hip, guiding me forward.
I slid into his heat, breathless, devoured, and soon trembling myself. There was no resistance, just his body clenching and pulling me deeper. I waited for him to tell me stop, but it wasn’t until my sack rested against his taint and the back of his balls, and my cock was fully encased that I stopped. I leaned over him, breathing hard, trying to work out all the sensations and emotions rolling through me. His body still shivered around mine, causing his channel to contract and squeeze me until I was aching to move, cock begging for the friction.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Yes,” Luca said. “Please fuck me.” He pressed his hips back against mine, grinding up together. “So fucking good. Sam…please.”
I put my hands to his hips again, steadying myself as much as positioning him, then pulled back slowly, leaving the tip inside and sliding back in. This wasn’t about speed right that second, though I knew it would be too much to hold back soon. It was about the feeling of him around me. The sensation of bare skin swallowed by delicate heat. Both of us aching with need.
I rolled my hips in an easy rhythm, closing my eyes to bathe in the sounds of Luca’s moans and the grip of his channel around me. Every few seconds I would shove in deep, grind my hips into him, pressing hard into his recesses, then slide out for another slow dance. It was good in a way I’d never imagined sex to be. I flirted on the edge of release for a while, almost ready to come when I’d pull back and let the cool air calm my need, before pressing in to spear him again.
We danced for a while. I’d honestly never had sex last that long, but I found that rhythm of taking him to the edge, watching his eyes flutter as he almost came, then pulling back, and biting his shoulder, or his arm, giving him just enough pain to stave off the climax. He was covered in bite marks and sweat. He moved with my rhythm now, pressing back when I thrust deep, begging for rele
ase.
I even pulled him back into my lap, moved us to the head of the bed so I could put my back to the wall and hold his weight while he bobbed on my cock. His legs spread, resting over my thighs, leaving him wide open, bare to the room, cock jutting up toward his stomach. With this angle I could drive myself deeper, and bask in the heat of his body and the feeling of his heartbeat throbbing around my cock.
He tried to quicken the pace a dozen times. Only I put a stop to it with my strength. Luca was strong, more than human strong, but I was a vampire. He groaned as I pulled his back to my chest, and turned his head so our lips could meet. We battled for a time. Lips and teeth, tongue and mouth, chasing, nipping, tasting. Bodies sliding together. I could have fucked him hard, made us both come, but preferred the sweet dance of it.
The door opened and I froze, worried for a moment that it was Seiran, but it was Con who entered, pausing at seeing the two us entwined, then stepping into the room and closing the door. He looked tired, but leaned against the door and gave us an appreciative look. Luca wiggled his hips, trying to get me to move again. I shoved up into him and did that little rock again that had him gasping and begging for release.
“Give me five minutes,” Con said.
“Better hurry,” I told him, licking Luca’s shoulder. Con began stripping and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open where I could hear him turn on the shower. I pressed my hips into Luca’s, not letting him move and putting a halt to the friction that was driving me to the edge. His body still squeezed and danced around my cock.
“Make me come again,” Luca said.
“Once Con gets out here,” I promised.
Luca whined. “I recover fast. Can come and come again.”
I bit down on his earlobe then licked it. “That’s the plan.”
He growled and tried to move again, but I held him in place, letting just our breathing be the only movement. He trembled around me, begging until Con came out of the shower, naked, clean, and rubbing at his hair with a towel.
“He won’t let me come,” Luca protested to Con.