Chapter 32 #2
Jacob’s blood burns just as beautifully as it did the first time.
It sends me into a wave of ecstasy that has me moaning into his veins like a wild animal.
I keep grinding against him while I drink, pleasure building up fast. If I don’t stop, I’ll come for sure.
So, I stick to kissing my way down his chest while I unbutton the rest of his shirt.
Jacob arches his back, his hands wandering around my waist as he writhes underneath me, tickled by my soft touch.
I’m delighted by the noises he makes when I finally pull down his trousers and rub my hand against the outline of his cock.
It’s a raw and desperate kind of moan, his voice husky with need.
Even through the fabric of his boxers, I can feel the overwhelming warmth of his skin; a vampire’s addicting kind of warmth.
I look up at Jacob to find his gaze locked on Damien’s.
My brother is sitting on the marble table right next to us, his dark brown curls still wet, almost covering his penetrating blue eyes.
Jacob bites his lower lip while I caress him, almost as if he was holding back.
When I finally pull his dick out of his underwear, his eyes light up.
The beautiful almond-brown glow highlights the intensity of the burgundy strands in his irises.
I hum in delight as I run my tongue up Jacob’s length, finally getting his attention to turn back to me. A devilish smile paints my face as I repeat the motion. I’m surprised by this naughty version of myself. I never thought I’d be doing this. But, damn, it feels good. I actually feel . . . free.
My eyes are glowing bright, fueled by the sweet taste of Jacob’s skin and the fire in my veins.
It feels like time has stopped for a while, or maybe I’m a bit overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare.
As I wrap my lips around his cock and take him in as far as I can, Jacob moans and reaches down to caress my cheek.
His touch is soft and gentle, charged with emotions I can’t quite understand.
“Fuck—” Damien hisses, kneeling on the wooden floor beside me and running his hands up the many skulls tattooed over Jacob’s abs. “I was just gonna watch, but . . .”
I turn to look at him while I lick around Jacob’s crown, watching for his next move. I’ve never been in a threesome before, and I have no clue what I should be doing or not. What I do know, though, is that sharing Jacob with Damien turns me on. A lot.
My brother wraps a hand around Jacob’s shaft and strokes him slowly while he forces his lips on mine.
Kissing Damien is always an otherworldly experience.
His lips are soft, his piercings colder than his burning skin, his tongue silky soft and always eager to take control.
The way he claims me with a single kiss makes me bristle, every single time.
My fingers find their way into his soft curls as I moan into him, spreading Jacob’s essence between our tongues.
“Fuck, that’s hot . . .” Jacob whines, like he’s struggling to keep his shit together.
When I part from Damien’s lips, I notice Jacob’s dick leaking into my brother’s hand.
I can’t stop myself from sticking out my tongue to lick it, making him hiss and throw his head back.
Damien speeds up his strokes while I take Jacob into my mouth.
I match the rhythm of his hand, taking more with each movement until my brother’s hand is gone and Jacob’s cock slides down my throat.
“He tastes really good, doesn’t he, Killi?” Damien asks, getting a deep groan from Jacob when I hum in agreement.
Yes, he tastes amazing. And he’s bigger and thicker than Damien, which means I have to work harder to fit him in.
It’s not a problem, though. I’m enjoying the feeling of his velvety soft skin against my tongue, and the way he lets me be in control of how deep and fast I go.
Getting lost in the moment is far too easy while I read each of his reactions and sounds to learn what he likes better.
Slow, tantalizing, and long movements seem to make his eyes glow brighter as he stares down at me, so I make sure to repeat those for a while.
“Jesus fuck—” Jacob laughs, as if he’s delirious.
“Don’t make him come yet.” Damien pulls me back gently. “Let’s change things up a bit.”
He centers on undressing me, slowly pushing my T-shirt over my shoulders.
I sit up to help him remove it, and then stand to kick off my jeans and boxers.
Jacob’s gaze seems to linger on my body while Damien starts undressing him.
Almond-brown glowing eyes travel up from my pulsing cock to my face, lingering on the many freckles on my shoulders before meeting mine.
I can’t stop staring at him, still lying on the velvety black sectional while my brother pulls his trousers and underwear down his legs.
He’s gorgeous, but not at all like Damien.
Jacob is big and tall, undoubtedly strong and intimidating.
And I’m simply fascinated by him. There’s something magnetic about him, and I just can’t stay away. Neither do I want to.
Before I’m even aware of it, I’m sitting again and running my hands up Jacob’s thighs. The colorful tattoos, a green dragon and orange tiger, feel incredible under my fingers and contrasts beautifully with his olive skin tone.
Damien’s left hand wraps around my length while his right one wraps around Jacob’s. He licks his lips as his eyes travel from my cock to Jacob’s, like he doesn’t know which one he wants more. “Damn, you two are a vision . . .”
Jacob’s faltering breaths become louder as Damien strokes us in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
I can’t seem to resist the urge to taste him again, so I do.
I lean forward to take the head of Jacob’s cock into my mouth, sucking it and circling my tongue around it.
My eyes connect with Jacob’s, and the sheer pleasure in his expression might just be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, yes, Killi,” Damien chuckles. “You want his cum, don’t you?”
I groan in response to my brother’s words, lost in the intensity of the moment. Maybe I’ve wanted this since Jacob fed us for the first time. The three of us connected, playing Damien’s naughty games.
As Damien picks up the pace of his strokes, I find myself chasing his hand with my hips, getting closer to the edge with each passing second.
Jacob’s fingers dig into the velvety black fabric underneath us, holding on to it for dear life as his ragged breaths turn into moans.
A sound so beautiful I can’t possibly get enough of.
I suck him harder and faster, trying to match Damien’s rhythm.
“My God, this is insane . . .” Jacob throws his head back, the sight of his exposed neck calling for my hand.
When my fingers wrap around his throat and press on it slightly, his Adam’s apple bobs against my palm as he swallows.
Holding him like this feels amazing. He’s no delicate, small creature.
Unlike Damien, Jacob looks like he could easily snap my back in two if he wanted.
But he still lets me be in control, choke him, and decide how deep and hard I suck his cock.
He’s at my mercy, and he loves it. That thought alone has me walking on the edge.
“Fuck, that feels good—” Jacob bites his lower lip, staring at me and lifting his head as much as my hand lets him. I move faster in response to his words, watching him almost fall apart.
“That’s right, darling,” Damien moans. “Come for us. Give Killien what he wants.”
It doesn’t take long for Jacob’s eyes to roll to the back of his head as he cries out, his cock pulsing in my mouth when he spills on my tongue.
The sweet taste and burn of his release sends me right over the edge with him, while I swallow everything he gave me, moaning and taking him deeper into my throat.
Hot spurts of my own release hit my stomach and thighs as Damien continues to stroke me through my orgasm.
“Fuck yes!” Damien’s voice has that raspy, deranged tone that lets me know he’s losing his mind. “Give it to me, Killi. All of it.”
His tongue is on my thigh, licking it clean while my entire body spasms in pleasure.
Damien doesn’t leave a single drop behind, working his way from one leg to the other before pushing me back into the soft cushions to lick my abs.
His many piercings make me shudder when he takes my cock into his mouth to clean it up too.
Jacob lets out a breathy laugh, his eyes following Damien’s every move. I melt into the sectional, closing my eyes for a few seconds while I collect myself. I’m still coming down from the high, Jacob’s taste fresh on my tongue and the burning still tingling its way down my throat.
“Now it’s my turn,” Damien says, his hands and tongue no longer on my skin. I open my eyes to find him standing in front of us, his cock hard as granite and leaking as he strokes it lazily.
Jacob sits up, making himself comfortable beside me.
His cheeks slowly turn pink as he stares at Damien’s body, one of his hands caressing my brother’s waist. His gaze is charged with a lot of things I don’t understand, his expression closer to devotion than desire.
I’m strangely fascinated, staring at them in a moment that feels too intimate for me to witness.
“You’ve been such good boys,” Damien chuckles, pulling me out of my trance. “I’m gonna give you a little reward . . .”
My eyes meet his for a brief second before following his tongue as it plays with one of his lip rings.
He opens his mouth to show off his extending fangs and then buries them in his soft tongue.
A few drops of blood trickle down his chin before he closes his lips, making blood pool inside his mouth.