Chapter Twenty-four – Jack #2
“You too,” I said, fighting with his shirt, so that I could touch more skin.
He swung upright and yanked it off, half-naked and eager above me, his dark cock swinging down. I reached out for it, to feel it warm and heavy against my palm. He hitched his pants lower, then off, and we were naked atop the bed, lit by one lamp, the city lights outside, and distant stars.
“Roll over, Jack,” Paco said, his voice low. I knew then what he wanted—what I’d as much as offered, not that long ago. I turned, but not before hesitating a moment too long. “No one’s done this, yet?” he asked.
I rose up on my elbows, looking over my shoulder at him. “I’ve only been somewhat gay for a month.”
“So there’s still catching up to do. I’m glad,” he said, and reached for my back with his hands. They started at my shoulders, rubbing down, like he knew each muscle’s name and home, and I groaned because it was more manly than purring.
“That’s nice….” He paused, and traced a design. I never saw the tattoos on my back—sometimes I forgot they were there. “These are…interesting. I wonder if they explain how well you fight?”
“They’re not from prison, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, they’re too nice—I guess that’s just another mystery I’ll have to fuck out of you.
” His hands went back to kneading me, paying particular attention to my ass and the backs of my thighs.
Underneath me, my cock was throbbing, waiting for I didn’t know what—but I tried to be patient, all in good time.
By the time his hands came back up from my calves to my thighs and worked their way towards my ass, I did that move I’d seen so many women—and men—do; I arched my ass up toward him, asking for more.
“Yeah?” Paco said.
“Yeah. Anything. Stop torturing me.” I reached beneath myself to stroke, but he caught my hand and brought it back out as he lay on top of me.
“Shh,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
I could’ve done—well, anything I’d wanted to. Inside some part of myself was raging, demanding that we fuck how we like to fuck, and who was he to tell me what to do? But the rest of me was curious about this novelty, the sensation of letting someone else drive for once.
He moved down the bed, his knees by my knees, as he crouched over and spread my ass with both hands.
I felt the weight shift and the heat of his breath and then—I remembered Thea.
Me in the shower with her, trying to know her so intimately that I’d never have to let her go—just as his tongue stroked against my asshole, asking for permission to push in. I shuddered in response, and he did.
“Oh,” I said, relaxing into him. He made an agreeable sound, and I felt his tongue play around my rim, an entirely new and unexpected sensation for me.
“Oh—Paco.” I couldn’t help but breathe his name.
He was working his way both in and around and the nerves there kept sizzling, telling my whole body that what was happening was delightful and new and my cock got harder as I arched my ass back for him to take more of me.
I moaned as he pulled his tongue out and heard him chuckle. “You like that?”
I was smiling at the mattress, I knew he’d hear it in my voice. “Is it that obvious?”
“Yeah. But I think you’re gonna like this, more.
” I heard the wrapper of a condom come off, and then the bed shifted as he crawled up it to lower himself down.
I felt the weight and heat of him as his whole body pressed against my back, felt his knees slide wide to fall to the outsides of my thighs, and felt his hard cock pressed against the cleft of my ass.
“You know what I want to do to you, right?” he whispered in my ear.
I ground my ass up into him in response.
“Good,” he breathed, and then reached between us to position himself against me.
I had felt nothing—nothing—like that before.
The way his cock slowly stretched me, making me feel so good as it occupied space inside, all my nerves beginning to sing, the way he groaned above me as he slowly pushed it in—the sensations were overwhelming, almost dizzying. And then it felt like he hit a switch—
“Oh God,” I said, hands clenching in the sheet below us.
“Yeah,” Paco agreed, pulling out a little to hit it again, and then keep up a subtle rhythm. “That—that’s your prostate, Jack. Right there.” He drummed against it with the head of his cock.
I was flooded with pleasure and my hips started twitching of their own accord.
I hadn’t felt this out of control since high school.
“Paco—I,” I barely had time to warn him before I came, my cum spilling out between my stomach and the bed.
Paco stayed perfectly still over me, moaning with each of my ass’s sucking waves.
“I—I don’t know what happened.” Again—not since high school. Jesus—
“Shh,” Paco said, leaning forward to kiss my cheek. “Did it feel good?”
“Yes. God yes,” I answered.
“And can I keep going?”
He was still hard inside me—and my ass still wanted him to take it. “Please,” I said, bobbing my hips to prove it.
“Done,” he said, starting to thrust again. I arched my ass up, and felt him thrust faster and—
“Oh God.” I wound my hands in the sheets to try to stop myself from coming again so fast—and Paco took that as a challenge, to fuck the cum right out of me.
He hauled me up onto all fours and I pressed against him as he went hilt deep and—I shouted out wildly as I shot another load.
Without hands touching my cock—without anything but the pressure of him being inside me—it was like I wasn’t in control of my own body anymore.
As if sensing the power he had over me, he started fucking me wilder, harder.
It was all I could do to brace and take his cock as it owned me, making my cock spill out seemingly endless cum, rocking my entire body with crazed pleasures, making my ass wind tight around his cock. I wasn’t a man, or even a vampire anymore, I was just something to be fucked—
I shouted incoherently as another load spewed out. Paco drove himself deep and leaned forward to kiss me. “Are you okay?”
His concern for me was telling and sweet. I focused on him with sex glazed eyes. “Keep going.”
He growled then, kissed me one more time, hard, then had his way with my ass.
He grabbed hold of my waist, stepped one leg up, and then the other, and then became like a fucking machine, plowing me, hitting that spot again and again.
Pleasure spasmed through my body like a wave that kept hot cum jetting from my cock.
I felt him speed up, heard him groan and knew with my other-senses that he was going to give me so much life—I sagged down onto my forearms, giving my whole ass over to him as he pounded it, until he marked his triumph with a wild shout, hitting my spot that one last time, making me milk him as he milked me, the fluids spurting from my cock now running clear.
Life spiraled out of him, just as hot and voluminous as the cum that’d spilled from me—I could almost feel it take a physical form, like he’d been pushing it inside me with his cock, feeling it take up residence inside the rest of my undead body, like for a moment Paco had given me a piece of his own soul.
I was still breathlessly contemplating this, both the fucking and the philosophy, as I felt him sag against me, his chest against my back, his arms over my arms, his legs behind my legs, and then he slowly slid back and pulled out.
He fell to the bed beside me as I crawled to fall forward, trying to avoid the oceanic wet spot I’d created, both of us panting.
Paco looked over at me, his own eyes glazed and reached a hand out. I took it, our fingers twining. “I didn’t know a man could have so much cum in him.”
My lips parted. I hesitated, and then gave in. “Maybe that’s because I’m not a man.” He had fucked the truth out of me, after all.
Paco’s brow furrowed but he didn’t move. “Wha?” he asked, lazily.
I sat up to look down at him, taking my hand away. “I’m not a man, Paco.”
“What kind of denial circus are you in? Women don’t have prostates, Jack.”
“I didn’t say I was a woman. I’m—and you’re not going to believe this—a vampire.”
Paco’s eyes went wide and then he laughed. “That’s the stupidest thing, Jack.”
“It’s true.” I went on all fours over him, looking down.
I’d gotten so much life off of him coming that I wasn’t sure I could make my fangs emerge—then I looked down the long expanse of his body, felt the heat of his blood running just beneath his skin, and felt the urge come on.
Two fangs sliced their way out of my palate, descending behind my original teeth. I didn’t have to eat now—but I could.
I opened up my mouth to let him see. He blinked, suddenly wakeful. “What the fuck!” he hissed.
“I told you.” I sat back on my heels, and willed my teeth to fade. Thank goodness the life Paco’d given me was thick and deep—because of that, it was easy to succeed.
He rose up on one arm, contemplating me. His eyes were wild, but he wasn’t running.
“Are you frightened?” I asked him.
“Should I be? I mean, I assume if you were going to kill me, you would’ve by now, without bothering to tell me.”
“I haven’t killed….” That wasn’t true, precisely. “I haven’t killed anyone in a long time. That thing I said in the stall about you saving my life—I meant it. Good sex—when someone really comes for me—it pushes the urges back.”
“Well after tonight I hope you won’t need to feed for a week,” he said, laughing nervously.
“I wish it worked like that.” I brought both my hands back to my lap. I’d liked what we’d been when our hands were twined. I wondered when I’d get to be like that again—and if it’d be with him.
Paco tilted his head in thought, making the pieces of his hair that I’d knocked askew sway. “So that explains why you’ve been a man-whore.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s it like?”
“By and large? Lonely.”
“How’d it happen?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Then why’re you telling me?”
“Because you’re the only one who’s asked.” I was looking at my hands again, afraid to look back up. What if I saw fear there? Or worse yet, pity?
“It must be hard,” he said quietly.
“It is.” It was the first time I’d gotten to acknowledge it out loud.
Being a vampire—being a slave to the hunger inside—sucked.
Maybe if I’d had more warning, or more friends, or even a state issued driver’s license…
I was sure there were easier ways. But the way I was now felt a lot like being out on the street again, on the run from my own omnipresent hunger and the sun.
“Hey,” Paco said, shifting on the bed to be nearer to me. “I know a thing or two about being different. Your secret’s safe with me.” His hands reached for mine and I dared to look up.
And everything I was worried about seeing wasn’t there.
It was just the same steady intelligent gaze I’d been curious about a month ago—with just a hint of compassion that bled into a smile.
“And no one would ever believe me about this besides. Everyone assumes that vampires are always tops,” he said, grinning wickedly, and I grinned back.
“Oh, I can top. I’ve learned a lot of things since we were together last.”
“I bet.” He pushed himself up. “So how long are you staying here?”
“For as long as it’s safe.” He didn’t need to know there was someone after me.
“Will you still be here tonight?”
“I could be. Why?” Was it worth risking Tamo for?
He rolled off the bed entirely and started picking through the clothing on the floor to find his own. “Because I want to know where I can find you again.”
“Why?” I asked with feigned innocence.
He picked up his shirt and gave me a coy grin. “Why do you think?”
I was hoping he was thinking every dark and perverted thing I was thinking right then about him, as he kept getting dressed. I wanted to tell him to stay, but dawn was near. So instead I did the next best thing—the most dangerous thing I could have.
“Here.” I fished in my pants pockets till I found my room key and offered it over to him.
He hesitated, after seeing what it was. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” he said, folding it into his hand and putting it in his pocket. “Tonight? After sundown, I presume?”
I sat up, naked on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. But give me an hour to freshen up first, and maybe corral a housekeeper.”
“Sounds good.” Paco gave me another private grin, then turned and walked triumphantly toward the door. I watched the way his ass swayed, until he closed the door behind him, and heard the lock snick shut.
I got up, closed all the curtains, and flopped back onto the bed avoiding the wet spot I’d created. There was a new feeling inside me, all fractious and tickly—fear, mixed with hope.
I’d find out if I made a bad decision later. But for now—for the first time in over a month—I just didn’t feel alone.