The Baritone’s Rival (The Vampire Impresario #2)

13. Oscar

Chapter 13

Oscar

C anasta. Alexander, Oscar’s foster dad, had taught him the game. Old-fashioned, maybe, but he didn’t mind that. Oscar wasn’t in the mood for anything more contentious. The three of them played a few light-hearted games, and the surprise of the night was that the most competitive person there was Justin . Evidently, Trent’s aggressive streak didn’t extend beyond his career ambition.

Eventually, sleepiness overtook Justin once again, who made his excuses and retreated to his room, leaving Trent and Oscar alone. They sat on the couch and talked, lit by the glow of the single propane lantern. Trent’s face was even more handsome in the dim light, his blue eyes sparkling in the warmth of the lamp.

This was going to kill Oscar. He was here for another week, and now that they were…well, what were they? Friends? They weren’t enemies anymore, distant and snarky. Oscar, for his part, couldn’t bring himself to care about Trent’s career competitiveness, but he doubted Trent felt the same. Trent had this idea that Oscar was standing in the way of his dreams.

But Trent had hugged him. He’d given him a solid mooring when the memories of the past threatened to overwhelm him. He had acted like, well, a mate. And that was before Trent sang for him and turned him inside out.

Which is why this was going to kill him. Trent was beautiful, and sexy, and his mate, but he couldn’t reveal that. Trent would be out the door in an instant. So instead, Oscar sat in the cabin’s fading light with the man, fighting off his desperate need to touch him.

It would be fine. Or it wouldn’t, and then Oscar would implode.

“Thanks for teaching me canasta,” Trent said, his voice low and sweet, a soft contrast to his masculine physical presence.

“I know people think of it as an old lady’s game, but I love it.”

“It was really fun.” Trent reached out a hand, and it landed heavy and even on Oscar’s bare leg. The touch ignited a shower of sparks, like a city streetlight bulb exploding. Damn, the human really was trying to murder him.

“Thank you for singing for me.” Oscar could barely get the words out. His right hand gripped the smooth, brown leather of the couch. He needed to kiss this man. He’d been so stupid thinking he could keep himself from pursuing Trent. Now that they were alone, now that his mate sat in front of him, his resolve was gone. He had to try.

“Oscar, I…” Trent turned away, his long eyelashes fluttering as he blinked. “I don’t know how to do this. But I don’t think I can stop myself. You, uh, you make me feel things, things I’ve never felt before. You’re a man. And a vampire . I shouldn’t be so attracted to you. But I am.”

Oscar nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

“So, I…I haven’t been with, you know…” Trent’s hand trembled against Oscar’s leg, and a burst of affection bloomed in Oscar’s chest. “But if you don’t let me kiss you right now, I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Oscar grabbed Trent’s hand, clutching tightly. He had to speak. He had to. This had to happen.

“Please.” Oscar forced the word out, his gaze never moving from Trent’s eyes, those deep blue eyes shining out from his open face. Oscar hadn’t noticed until this trip how lonely Trent was, and how vulnerable. Did he always look like that? He wanted to take it all away, to make him feel cared for and safe.

Then Trent was on him, his thick arms, one around his waist and one on his neck, pulling their heads together. Trent straddled him, and the weight of his muscular thighs pinned Oscar down. God, what would it be like to be under him, to have this strong, solid man fucking into him?

When their lips touched, it was almost too much. Oscar thought he might faint at the lightning strike that hit his spine. This was his mate, his person, and now that he’d had a taste, citrus and coffee, he couldn’t ever go back. It was being lost in the softest clouds and feeling the intense rumble of growing thunder underneath them.

His own arms wrapped around Trent, and he ran his hands over the solid muscles of Trent’s back as Trent continued to explore. Finally, Trent’s tongue tapped at his lips, and he opened them, letting him in, moaning in spite of himself as their tongues met.

He was so hard already, and all they were doing was kissing. His cock strained against the tiny briefs that he wore under his shorts, and Trent’s own bulge pressed against him.

Shit, the man was thick.

Trent pulled away, and Oscar whined at the absence, desperate for more.

“I need to feel you,” Trent said in a low growl, pulling off his own shirt first and then reaching down and tugging Oscar’s over his head. He sat there, his eyes hungry as he took Oscar in. Oscar felt suddenly shy as Trent’s eyes feasted on him.

“Fuck. You’re perfect.” Trent ran his hands over Oscar’s shoulders, down his arms, over his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. “I love these so much. I didn’t know they were everywhere. You shouldn’t hide them away.”

“You think I should always stay shirtless?”

Trent nodded. His face was completely serious. He was grasping now, gripping his skin and muscles as if he was worried Oscar might evaporate. Oscar leaned forward and sucked one of Trent’s nipples hard .

“Ungh.” Trent blinked rapidly, as if he was confused.

Oscar pulled off for a moment. “Is that good?”

“Don’t stop,” he whispered.

Oscar hummed as he sucked again, gently placing his teeth around the little pebble treasure and pulling. Trent shook as if he were falling apart.

“I…no girl has ever done that.”

“Seriously?” Oscar asked, sitting back. Trent nodded.

“Then none of them were very good at sex,” Oscar said. “But I am. I’m excellent.”

Oscar slipped his hand into Trent’s loose gym shorts, wrapping his fingers around Trent’s thick cock and squeezing. Trent yelped, his pelvis raising up in response. Oscar chuckled, then rubbed his thumb over the head, coating it in slick pre-cum.

He pulled his hand out and licked the clear fluid from his finger.

“Mmm. You taste so incredible. I want more.”

He guided Trent to sit square on the couch and slipped down to his knees in front of the human. Trent was looking seriously overwhelmed. His floppy blonde hair and blue eyes were giving him an innocent, strained look. Oscar wasn’t sure he liked it.

“We don’t have to go further,” Oscar said gently, “if it’s too much. If you don’t want it.”

“No!” Trent answered, a little too loudly. “No, I do. It’s just…nothing has ever felt this good, and we haven’t even really done anything yet.”

“Oh, baby, it’s going to get better.” Oscar reached for Trent’s waistband. Trent lifted his pelvis up, and Oscar slid off his shorts and underwear in one fell swoop.

Trent’s cock sprang to attention once it was released from its restraints. Oscar couldn’t help but smile. It looked so delicious, thick and decently long, but not too long.

“Relax, Trent. Let me make you feel even more.”

Trent’s eyes flashed with nervousness and lust. Finally, he relaxed his neck, his head settling back and his eyelids closing. Oscar leaned forward, kissing the fine blonde hair of Trent’s treasure trail, following it down to the promised land.

He wrapped his hand around Trent’s thick member and flicked the head with his tongue. Trent shuddered and moaned.

Oscar took that as a signal to turn up the intensity. Inch by inch, he slid his lips down onto Trent’s shaft until his nose rested against Oscar’s pelvis. He felt the head of his cock nestle into the back of his mouth, and he rocked his head, teasing Trent in and out of his throat. Trent fit perfectly, stretching his jaw, filling him but still giving him a sliver of space to breathe.

He set an even pace, wanting to enjoy every second. Up and down, up and down, his tongue lapping up the sweet, salty pre-cum as he bobbed.

He looked up at Trent and saw that his eyes were no longer closed. Instead, he was looking down in wonder at Oscar, his blue eyes still overwhelmed, but the nervousness was gone.

He felt Trent’s hand go to the back of his head, and welcomed the strength of it, loving that Trent was taking control. Yes. His mouth was here for Trent’s pleasure. All he wanted in return was to swallow every drop of his cum.

“I’m…I’m close, Oscar.”

Oscar quickened his pace, the need in Trent’s voice spurring him on. Trent’s hand was no longer on his head. Now both of Trent’s hands were pressing into the couch, balled into fists. He was moaning and writhing under Oscar’s efforts, thrusting his dick into Oscar’s mouth as he chased his orgasm.

His noises were beautiful. His body was more beautiful, his sun-kissed skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The muscles in his thighs and stomach tightened and released as he pursued his pleasure.

Oscar didn’t let up, not for a moment. He wanted Trent to come apart. He wanted to be the first man to make him feel like this.

“Fuck, Oscar. Fuck. FUCK!”

Trent began to shake, and he let a yell that made Oscar’s heart soar and his dick grow painfully hard. The hot liquid hit his tongue, and he gulped it down, swallowing every drop.

There was a lot.

As Trent collapsed back, Oscar continued lazily sucking on his now-softening cock. He hummed as he milked the final few drops down his throat.

Trent twitched and pushed Oscar off him.

“So…so intense. Fuck, Oscar, that was insane.”

Oscar pulled himself up, straddling Trent and kissing him long and slow, letting the man taste the salty remains of his own cum.

“I’m glad,” Oscar replied as he pulled away.

“I’m not joking. It was…I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“I think we can safely say that you aren’t totally straight.”