Chapter Twenty-Seven #3
As he rubs over me, he moves his body down, pressing hot kisses as he goes before he reaches my cock.
“I… I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never met a talking cock before,” he says.
Oh hell. “I’m not listening to you! I’m pretending I’ve never heard you in my life.”
This just makes him grin at me, and I immediately forgive him for making my life torturous because he’s so happy while doing it. He takes the head of my cock in his mouth, sucking the tip before sinking down on my length.
I moan as his finger pushes inside me, stroking me as his mouth moves down my length. “Oh fuck,” I mutter.
Casimir presses a second finger against me, sliding both inside me and opening me up as he draws nearly off my cock, his other hand caressing the base as his tongue swirls around my tip.
Every touch has pleasure consuming me, but this isn’t enough.
I want him to fill me up. I want to feel his thick cock inside me. I want more of him… all of him.
I nudge him, wanting to let him know that I want more. He glances up at me as his finger presses against that sweet spot inside me that makes me moan as I grab for him.
He draws out of me as I cling to him.
“I want you to fuck me for your final magic trick,” I tell him.
“Is that what you want or what your cock wants?”
I snort, wondering why he’s so ridiculous. “Maybe that’s what we both want.”
Grabbing the lube, I squirt some onto my own hand before reaching out and stroking his cock. He murmurs against my lips before kissing me as I move my hand down his thick erection.
He grabs my legs, sliding his hands down them as he draws them up on each side of him, pulling me in closer to him. I draw my hand back a moment before I feel his cock brush against my ass, and I anticipate the feeling.
The tip presses against me as his hand travels down my chest to my cock, stroking me while he slowly pushes into me. I moan as my body opens up for him, as he fills me up, sliding in deeper.
“Fuck… putting up with your magic tricks was worth this.”
“Oh?” Casimir asks with a grin. “I’m glad they were acceptable.”
“Me too,” I say as he rocks his hips just a little. He’s driving me crazy with every shift of his hips, every stroke of his hands. It feels so fucking good, driving me deeper and deeper into a world of pleasure as he moves inside me.
Desire takes hold of me as I reach out and grab on to him. I can feel the scars on his back and hesitate, unsure if it bothers him.
“Hmm… Can I hold on to you?” I ask.
“You’re fine,” he assures me before his lips find mine in a feverish kiss.
I just want to cling to him, hold him now that he’s mine… all mine. I don’t have to fret that it’ll always be fake. That he’ll stop this facade. No… he’s all mine.
I moan as his cock makes pleasure rush through me, his hand stroking me. I hold him closely, kissing and touching him, feeling like I can’t take much more. He draws back before driving into me and I moan, loving every moment of it.
My fingers dig into him as my back arches up and his hand tightens around the base of my cock.
Fuck, it feels good. He teases my cock until I can’t take any more and I come.
The rocking of his hips, the way he’s touching me, makes me moan as I grab on to him.
He groans as he clutches me, coming inside me as he draws me into his arms. He kisses my neck and I know he wants to bite me, and honestly, it feels so fucking good that I could tell him to do it just so I can have another moment of intimacy with him.
“Bite me,” I whisper, but as soon as it’s out of my mouth, I kind of regret it. I don’t want to think about them tearing into me. Them ripping into me.
He draws his cock out of me and pulls my leg up as he leans down a moment before his fangs cut right into my thigh.
I’m startled at first before desire explodes inside of me. It’s like the whole buildup from sex has rushed back and hit me again, rocking its way through me.
I moan as my fingers dig into his hair and I clamp my eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck,” I mutter, wondering where the pain went. Where’d all this fucking pleasure come from? It feels as good as a blow job… no… better. Another wave of ecstasy rushes through me.
As he pulls back, I’m left panting and exhausted but in such a satisfied way. My entire body feels refreshed.
“Why the fuck did getting bitten feel so good?” I whisper.
Casimir tips his chin up, watching me with his rich brown eyes.
“Because I want everything I do to you to feel good,” he says before kissing me.
The slight metallic taste of blood fills my mouth, and I don’t know if it’s because my blood is technically mixed with his or what, but the taste is hypnotizing. This man is hypnotizing.
When I feel like he’s stolen my breath, he pulls back from the kiss, and I realize I whine the moment he does.
“You’re greedy tonight. Didn’t you already drink half my blood?” he asks.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want more of you,” I say.
He kisses my forehead as he lies down next to me, pulling me into him. “We can cuddle until Gustov wants to cuddle and then you have to go.”
I start laughing. “You are ridiculous.”
Casimir’s grinning as he tugs me in close.
“I’m honestly surprised you know how to cuddle. You didn’t know how to hold hands.”
“It’s because I can’t hold hands with Gustov. Now if you ask me how to shake, I know how to do that.”
“What about roll over?”
“That, I can accomplish. The better question is, can you?”
“You bet your ass I can. You know… we could get rich like this,” I realize. “We’ll go on one of those huge TV talent shows, I’ll pretend to be a dog, and we’ll do crazy tricks and win money.”
“No one will be suspicious in the slightest.”
“Right? We’d make good money.”
“I already have good money.”
“Yeah, but I don’t. I’m a professor.”
“All you have to do is start selling Gustov prints, and you’ll make it.”
“You would be my one and only client.”
“Possibly. But I’ll pay well.” He’s quiet for a moment, hand running over my back. “I’m aware you’re the most stubborn man in the entire world, but just for tonight, could you let me handle this alone? I can kill him. I can finish this.”
“No.”
“Just this once.”
I shake my head, absolutely refusing. “No.”
“I’ll never ask you for anything again.”
“No.”
Casimir sighs before shaking me, which makes me grin. Clearly, he’s not aware he can’t shake some sense into me, but he still tries it while saying, “Come on, I don’t want you to die.”
“I don’t want to die either! But I also know I’m a whole lot more helpful with you than off chasing squirrels! You act like this is your burden, but… I’m not even sure that you played a part in it.”
“You’re not invincible.”
I give him a look. “Neither are you.”
“I’m a vampire, though.”
“I’m even better—I’m part human, part born werewolf, with a dash of vampire. I’m like packed full of funness.”
He scrutinizes me for a moment. “It does make me wonder what you are.”
“Right? I might be a dash of this and a dash of that, but I am one hundred percent phenomenal, which means I’m going with you tonight.”
“We’ll think about that. Don’t forget my feelings are still hurt after you had Ezio bathe you. This might be the only way I’ll ever forgive you.”
“None of that happened.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“None. Now why don’t we go find the others and figure some shit out, alright? Come up with a strategic plan to stop this motherfucker.”
“I already did. I head off alone and kill him.”
I give him a flat look to assure him how dreadful of an idea that is.