Chapter 37 – Luna #2
And then I realized that this was all . . . me.
And my experiences right now were all . . . mine.
And I was here because I wanted to be.
I gave a triumphant shout and shook my wrists free from his controlling hand—he didn’t even fight me—why would he, when the first thing I did with my new freedom was fuck him?
I grabbed hold of the couch above his shoulders and worked my hips in opposition to his, making him land even fucking deeper, a thing I would not have thought was possible, all the while howling, and when I looked down I would’ve sworn I saw flames in his eyes.
“Get it,” he growled, leaving his hips thrust up for me to ride.
I punched his shoulder with a closed fist and then all of me clamped tight, feeling his cock seated inside me like a perfectly fitting key, and then me panting, rocking, chafing, grinding, doing everything I could against him, desperate to unlock myself.
And then I managed it.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted, thrashing back and forth, deliciously pinned.
He grabbed my hips and shook them, once, twice, and then he was coming too, drawing me up and down his dick in broad, aggressive strokes, while he made deep sounds of satisfaction and I felt his fat cock jerk as it pumped inside me.
I collapsed against him, and felt him twitch. “Don’t move,” he said with a groan, pressing an unexpectedly gentle hand against my back as I felt him shudder. “I’m still fucking coming—and I want every drop of my load inside you.”
I didn’t say anything. I just lay there and let him hold me, and every ten seconds or so he would make a rumbling sound in his chest and then give me a hip-shaking shove.
I knew he was still getting his rocks off from the glazed look in his eyes, but even though it was strange, I liked it—it made me feel claimed.
Like he couldn’t give me up.
Then his head rocked back into the couch with a thump and he finally caught his breath.
I stayed splayed exactly where I was, watching him. “Did you really come for like five whole minutes?”
A smile graced his lips before he lifted his back up to look at me. “Two and a half, max.”
“What’s that like?” I found myself smiling back.
“Good. But messy.”
“This couch has definitely seen worse, trust me.” I giggled, which was unlike me, but I couldn’t help it, I felt euphoric. “If anyone ever used a black light in here, it would look like a rave.”
“Shop talk,” he said with a chuckle. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get hotter.”
I was about to hit him again when I realized he meant it. I was a little stunned.
“We probably should’ve talked about condoms though, before you pumped me full of angel cum.”
He outright laughed at that. “It’s totally hygienic. And I’ve even been told it tastes good.”
“Yeah, you and every other seventeen-year-old guy,” I said, laughing too. “But I meant more in a ‘I don’t want to get pregnant the day before I become a vampire’ type way. Like I’m not a Bella-from-Twilight type.”
“Don’t worry, we’re sterile. You’ll be fine.” Nilesh grinned, then shifted me up his chest, and I felt him slide out, making a very rude noise as his heavy dick slapped down and fluids gushed out of me. “Although you’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
Hell yeah, I was. “Only up until I’m dead tomorrow night.”
“You sure you’re going to go through with that?”
“Yeah,” I said, finally feeling absolutely certain in a strange and new wholesome way. “Yeah,” I repeated, more emphatically. “I’m not really ready to really die just yet.” I rocked myself against him. “Not when living can feel as good as this.”
“Do you have a plan for what you’ll do when you wake up?”
Starving and likely horny? I tilted my head a little. “Is this your way of asking me on a post-vampirism date?”
“No—after you become a vampire, I won’t be able to touch you,” he said, sounding suddenly serious. “We’ll burn when we touch. I’m too good.”
I blinked. It wasn’t going to change my plans, but, damn—and then I saw him trying not to laugh.
“You’re ‘too-good’—fuck you,” I said, cackling.
“I am!” he protested with a snicker. “I’m very good at some things!”
“Yeah? Like what?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Like throwing you over the arm of this couch and then eating out your ass.”
I gasped, and then squealed as he moved me in the arm rest’s direction. “Nilesh!”
“Did you need a couch cushion for your hips?” he asked solicitously, picking one up to offer.
My boss was in his bedroom getting dick-to-mouth resuscitated by his two boyfriends, I was naked on his couch, thoroughly fucked, with angel cum dripping down to my knees—and I was scheduled to become a vampire the coming night, which would finally save me.
And this suave, big-dicked asshole wanted to give me a rim job.
This was the best night I’d ever had.
I took the pillow and shook it at him. “I don’t care how good your tongue is, you’re not getting anywhere near my colon with that thing,” I said, pointing at his cock.
He appeared to consider this. “Not even when you’re a vampire?”
“I guess we’ll find out in three days,” I said, whirling towards the armrest and planting the cushion in between it and my hips, before looking back over my shoulder at him. “Bring lube.”
“Then it’s a date,” he said, giving me a deliciously predatory look, before palming my ass open and coming for me.