Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“For you, someone else…” He shrugs. I let him sit with that ridiculous lie for a moment, my fingers digging into the meaty flesh of his ass before I pull back and… smack.
He gasps, the force not enough to hurt, but still a shock. Baby’s breath is staggered, the thrill of one little pat on the butt amping his arousal up. “That’s all you got?”
I knew it wouldn’t be enough, that my little vampire would need more. He’s too perfect for that to be all it’d take. I help him into a better position, palms against the wall in front of him, and ass out just enough to give me the angle I need.
I can’t help but touch, spreading his cheeks apart to look at his very core. I rub my thumb in a circle over the furled ring and smile when his hips push back at the touch, a silent plea for more.
But that would be a reward, and that’s not what this is.
I hold him apart with one hand and use the fingers of the other to slap him right there, right over his tightened hole.
Baby whimpers, the sting of my fingers clearly not enough.
I reach around and slide my palm under the band of his snug strap until I find his stiffened cock, and give that tug, making sure I keep my hold on him loose enough that it’s nothing more than a tease.
“I think ten,” I say aloud, talking mostly to myself.
“That was two,” he says, his hips rocking in an attempt to find relief. I let go of his dick altogether, denying him the satisfaction until I hear some more of those pretty sounds he makes.
“Those were warm-ups, love. Ten more.”
I don’t make him count—I don’t want him focused on anything other than feeling. He holds his voice in as best as he can, nothing more than quiet whimpers between gasping breaths.
The bounce after every impact, the reddened flesh, his balled fists against the wall—I’m certain I’m enjoying this much more than he is.
His head hangs forward, letting out a whine so softly I almost miss it.
I’m at nine when I stop—the decision to do so not entirely mine. It’s just a necessity that I give him more this very moment.
“What a good boy,” I murmur, lips skimming the nape of his neck. He nuzzles into the touch, so lovey with it that it makes me wanna squeeze him in a bear hug. He’s adorable, as cute as he is sexy, and I can hardly stand it. It’s part of the reason, jealousy aside, that I dragged him in here.
“Logan,” he purrs. “I want…” His sentence dissolves into a low moan as I cup the head of his cock, spreading the mess of precum around. But I know that the touch is nowhere near enough—not for the two of us.
He proves me right, mewling unhappily as I get him turned around, only quieting once I have my lips pressed against his. There’s a struggle as he forces the jockstrap down, and then he’s stroking himself between us, the pace hurried and desperate. It lets me know that I have to move quickly.
“Logan!” he whispers urgently, covering his mouth as if scandalized as he watches me sink to my knees before him.
He really is just so fucking cute, my little prude.
Takes dick like a champ, swallows every load I give him, lets me tie him up and spank him—but seeing me like this is somehow naughtier than any of that.
I can’t deepthroat the way he can, but I can fit most of his pinkened cock past my lips. A glob of precum pools on the back of my tongue, forcing me to swallow around him—a move my little vampire apparently loves.
I have to hunch my shoulders to get the right angle, but I quickly think of something better.
He watches me, staring intently as I tug his checkered Vans off his feet and help him out of his pants.
The jockstrap is fun to look at, but it has to go.
When I’m done, he slides his fingers through my unkempt hair, gazing at me with something like wonder as I hike one of his legs over my shoulder.
As I slide my mouth down his fevered length, his head falls back to rest against the wall, his glossy lips parted with a low groan. It makes me feel good, fills me up with pride that I can make him sink into pleasure.
This isn’t something I ever considered doing—sucking dick—before him, but I’m obsessed now that it’s an option.
I’ve never been afraid of my own cum, of tasting it on someone else’s tongue, but I’m finding myself craving Baby’s, wanting to swallow another guy’s for the first time in my life. I want every bit of my good boy.
And he seems to want to give me exactly that—grabbing the hand I have on his hip and trying to move it where he needs it. I pull back to remind him where we are, of why that’s not the best idea right now.
“There’s no lube here, love.”
He scoffs. “This is a strip club—there has to be a bottle, or a dozen, somewhere.”
I chuckle at my needy boy. “This is a strip club, Baby—not a brothel.”
He wants to argue, his needs frustrating him, but I watch as he gets an idea.
Baby grabs my hand, holding it between his and pulling until he has my fingers on his tongue.
I almost think that my little vampire is gonna bite, that upset that I won’t finger him, but he’s a lot smarter than I am.
Instead, he sucks on ‘em, rolls his tongue between two, and slobbers all over the digits until he deems them wet enough. Part of me doubts that it’ll be enough, but he wants it so badly there’s no way I could deny him again.
He waits impatiently as I circle his rim, eyes screwing shut as I finally slide inside him. I assume it stings, but when I try to pull them out, he grunts, bucking his hips to keep them in. His hands find my hair once again and tug, a very unsubtle request.
His moans get louder, the coupled sensations of me rubbing his prostate and blowing him making it too difficult to consider the number of people down the hall.
My cock aches, being smothered by my jeans.
I try to stay wholly focused on him, but it’s a lot.
It’s hard. It has me slowly losing my mind. No lube, no way to…
He just needs to come.