Chapter 23 #2
I let him do that for a while, sitting up and watching his ears turn impossibly red as he chases his pleasure. He keeps his eyes closed, almost as if he’s ashamed of himself.
I love this. Why did it take me so long to make Jacob submit? I should have done this earlier on. The truth is, I didn’t think he’d bend so easily.
Before adding another finger inside him, I make a small cut on the back of his thigh and get my fingers wet with his blood.
Slowly, I push them back into him, reveling in the shocked expression on his face.
He moans loudly, fucking himself harder with my fingers.
I was right to assume that vampire blood would add another layer of pleasure, judging by the roaring fire in Jacob’s eyes.
Yes, darling. I have you right where I want you.
I pull my fingers out and shift positions to kneel beside his head.
He groans in disapproval and looks up at me with his glowing brown eyes.
There’s not much in his expression other than sheer desire.
I grin as I expose my dick for him. Jacob licks his lips and goes for it right away, turning his head towards me and sucking me into his mouth.
“Make me all wet so I can fuck you, darling,” I groan as I lean forward and reach for his ass again. He lifts his own legs to give me better access.
Such a good boy. Who would have thought?
I stick my two fingers back into him, scissoring them slowly, opening him up and spreading his burning blood on his insides. He moans into my cock, making his throat clench around my length. It feels so good that I have to force myself to stay focused.
“Ready, darling?” I ask as I pull my dick out of his mouth, leaving him to stick out his tongue and try to reach for it again. The sight of him so desperate intensifies the fire behind my eyes.
“Fuck me, please—” He sighs, meeting my gaze and causing me to freeze for a second.
Oh? Since when does he beg?
“Never thought I’d hear you beg like that . . .” I grin as I make my way to kneel between his legs.
I wonder if he’s ever been fucked before.
One would assume that being alive for about fifty years, he’s probably tried this at least once.
But I can’t ask now. Not when my own cock is leaking in anticipation, and he’s all spread out in front of me, offering himself.
He has completely given in, which is more than I expected, honestly.
“You’ll have to beg more often, Jacob. Makes me want to fuck you real hard,” I tease, pressing the tip of my cock against his entrance.
His eyes seem to glow brighter as he spreads his legs farther, holding on to the back of his knees.
A deep groan escapes his lips as I slowly push into him, our gazes connected the entire time.
There’s something sweet in his expression, something that I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about.
I know I’m playing with fire, but this isn’t the time to think about that either.
“Fuck, yes—” Jacob sighs, as I brush past the most sensitive spot inside him, throwing his head back and finally breaking eye contact.
I don’t stop moving until I’m all the way inside, forcing myself to stay still for a minute while he adjusts.
He’s freaking tight, and it’s been a long time since I’ve fucked another man.
I’m usually the one on the receiving end; people seem to assume I prefer that.
And I love it, for sure. But sometimes, I crave to be in control too.
I try to repress it, try to keep it in the depths of my mind, and yet, it springs out once in a while.
It makes me think of someone and something I can’t possess.
Jacob’s legs wrap around me and pull me forward, almost making me lose balance. “Fuck me hard, Damien. Please—”
I’m yanked back to reality by those words, shivering at the sheer need in his voice. I grin at my broken man, knowing that I’ve bent him exactly how I wanted. The game I’m playing is more dangerous than ever, but that won’t stop me from taking what is offered to me.
I lean forward, lifting his hips off the bed with me as I do, hovering over his blushed, masculine face. His eyes are on mine again, glowing, the burgundy threads in his almond-brown irises more visible than ever.
“Aren’t you an eager little cockslut?” I laugh darkly, pulling my hips back and then sinking into him slowly. He seems to stop breathing, lips parting to let out a long sigh. I do it again and again, until he’s panting heavily underneath me.
I’m a bit overwhelmed by how good it feels, starting to moan as I get lost in the universe of his glowing eyes.
I can’t help but imagine they are my brother’s.
With every blink of my eyes, Jacob’s face seems to turn into Killien’s, back and forth, pulling on my heart and threatening to unleash the feelings I’ve been fighting so hard to keep inside.
What I’m doing is too sweet, and it makes me think of the only person I wanna do it like this with.
Well, fuck that. It won’t ruin the night.
I pick up the pace, turning my movements fast and rough.
His eyes roll back, making me grin as I repeat the motions.
Yes, I’m not here to make love to him. I can’t do that.
I’m here to watch him come undone underneath me.
I revel in the power I have over him, in knowing that I made him beg for my cock. That’s what I want from Jacob.
“Fuck, honey—” His voice is a higher pitch than usual, and he’s panting and groaning each time our hips meet. “Harder.”
Now that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
My grin widens as much as it possibly can while I sit back on my heels, grabbing on to his hips and keeping them in place. I do what is asked of me, thrusting harder into Jacob. Our bodies collide, making obscene noises that seem to drive him into a frenzy.
“Yes—fuck yes!” Jacob’s words turn into a blur as I pull one of his legs over my shoulder, finding an angle he seems to enjoy even more. “Oh, God! Right there, honey—” he cries out, closing his eyes.
“Eyes on me, darling,” I grunt, struggling to keep myself from coming, my toes curling.
He obeys my command, forcing his eyes open and staring right into mine. He reaches for one of my hands and guides it to his throbbing cock. “Touch me, please.”
I shudder at his words, knowing that he’s completely at my mercy.
This must be heaven. I never thought Jacob would be so eager.
I slowly reach for the knife that I’d dropped beside us.
He seems to freeze when he catches a glimpse of the glistening blade, and his fear hits me like a tidal wave, almost pushing me over the edge.
Oh, how I love it when his pupils narrow on my knife, the expression on his face changing subtly as he tries to figure out what I’m gonna do with it.
I drag the dull edge of the knife up his thigh while I keep fucking him the way he likes so much.
I make a slow, superficial cut on the side of his leg, reveling in the way he hisses at the pain.
I stick my tongue out and lick the red, hot blood that bursts from the cut, feeling myself walk dangerously on the edge of my orgasm.
“Fuck—” Jacob struggles to speak, arching his back and trying to move his hips, searching for release. “Make me come, honey, please.”
“Dammit, that’s so fucking hot,” I grunt.
He doesn’t want to touch himself, he wants me in control.
That thought alone is almost enough to make me go feral.
My eyes burn like hell itself as I make a deeper cut under his knee, and his blood burns my tongue as I push it into the wound.
Jacob cries out in pain, but it’s more than just that.
His cock is throbbing, leaking, begging for my attention.
I cave in, overwhelmed by how high and turned on I am, unable to hold back for much longer.
I drop the knife again to wrap my hand around Jacob’s shaft.
I spread the precum leaking from him all over his length, stroking him hard and fast. The black headboard of the bed collides against the burgundy wall in a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room besides our voices and bodies clashing.
“Come for me, darling—” I hiss as I try really hard to walk the edge and not fall before he does. It’s not easy, because his ass is squeezing the hell out of me while he shakes. My tongue sticks back inside the cut I made on his knee, which is still open and bleeding.
“Oh, God—fuck, yes!” Jacob struggles to keep his eyes open and fixed on mine as the last wave of pain sends him over the edge.
He’s so hot as he comes all over his bloody abs and chest. I catch some of it in my hand too, spreading it over his cock while I keep stroking him.
The way he screams, so loud, so unhinged, makes me bristle.
It doesn’t take long for me to come inside him, my heart exploding in a kind of ecstasy I never knew was possible.
I’m high on the power I wield over him, on his burning, loving eyes, on his complete surrender to me.
Almost as if he’s mine, just like Killien.
I’m suddenly out of control, diving into him, licking his hot release mixed with blood from his perfect tattooed body.
It burns and sends a shiver down my spine, extending my orgasm for an impossibly long time.
I make my way up his chest until I claim his mouth.
Jacob wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into the most passionate kiss I’ve ever given.
One that I thought I’d only ever give to Killien.
My heart twists painfully at that thought, but it’s not enough to pull me away from him.
Fear courses through me as I can’t bring myself under control, turning my blood ice-cold.
I can still taste Jacob as I spread his cum between his tongue and mine, sweet just like his blood.
My hands sink into his hair, messing it up desperately.
What am I doing? I want to crawl under his skin, I want to possess him.
But I’m not sure who exactly I’m thinking of.
I’m stuck in a confusing high, riding waves of ecstasy, conjuring all sorts of images of my brother.
But Jacob is not completely gone from my mind.
I’m aware that my lips are on his, that my cock is still inside him, and that it’s getting hard again pretty fast.
I need to stop. I have to stop whatever is happening to me right now.
Jacob pushes me to his side gently, panting and groaning. “Jesus, honey . . .” He’s breathless, and so am I. A smile curls up his swollen lips while I collapse beside him, finally pulling out of his tight ass. “What have you done to me?”
I swallow hard.
Funny. I was wondering the same thing.