Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Shay
Anything I need.
I need…
“I’ve got you,” Josh said, and I knew he meant it.
He’s got me.
This man had already seen me at my worst and he hadn’t run. I opened my mouth to thank him—not just for being by my side at the funeral but for staying—when he abruptly slid me off his lap, expertly maneuvering my body so I ended up face down and ass up on the couch beside him.
Oh, okay.
I’ll definitely allow this.
“God, this ass is incredible,” he muttered, roughly palming my cheeks through my pants, making me whimper and squirm. “And you know it, don’t you? That’s why you made your ass—and your lips—the focus of your profile picture on H2H… Because you knew it would get you the attention you crave.”
Well… fuck.
Now my squirming was for a different reason, because this man who I’d only met today just called me out in a way no one had before.
Because he gets you, Shay.
He wasn’t trying to embarrass me—and he wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know—but it wasn’t the kind of thing I’d ever admitted to anyone unless they were my therapist.
“You’re right,” I croaked as tears pricked my eyelids. “I do like the attention. It’s the same reason I dance. I-I want to be wanted… even if I don’t actually want anything to come from it.”
“It’s probably a coping mechanism,” he replied with zero judgement. “Based on what I saw today, I would guess you’ve had to fight for every scrap of attention you received from your family, and even when you got it, it was most likely negative.”
Now I was sniffling with full blown tears streaming down my face, but his enormous hands continued their path—running up my ribs, down my spine, around my ass, my thighs, and back again. Soothing me with caresses until my tears had dried and my dick was achingly hard.
“Do you think I’m terrible for enjoying when men look at me?” I turned my head so I could see his reaction.
“They can look all they want,” he murmured, gaze snapping to mine. “But they don’t get to touch you like this, do they?”
Fuuuuuck…
I let all the tension I’d been carrying for the past week—the past lifetime—evaporate into nothingness. My thoughts were blessedly hazy, my bones jelly and my skin electrified everywhere he touched, because he was the one touching me.
The only one.
“Only you…” I slurred into the soft, buttery leather of his rich bish sofa.
“Only me,” he confirmed with that same unquestionable confidence he’d used to order my food at the diner and tell me to pack and come home with him.
Home, where I belong.
“Please…” I whined, not sure what I was begging for exactly but trusting he’d know. “Please give me what I need.”
“With pleasure,” he growled low before gripping the waistband of my pants and pulling them down, torturously slow.
Then, he froze.
Oops.
Too bad I hadn’t learned my lesson one bit, as I’d hidden a very naughty surprise beneath.
Just. For. Him.
“Shortstack,” he laughed, breaking character, reminding me he was human. “Do you normally wear lace thongs when you dance?”
“Nope.” I wiggled my ass teasingly, knowing the neon blue color would be glowing in the low light of the TV. “Not enough support for my nu—nghhh…”
As if to test my bratty claim, Josh cupped my lace-covered balls, rolling them in his palm, applying just enough pressure to make me buck and squeal.
“Hmm… I see what you mean,” he mused, continuing to play as if I wasn’t uncontrollably leaking precum all over the inside of my thong. “There’s barely any coverage. I bet I could taste you right through the lace if I wanted to.”
Yes, fucking, please!
I’d assumed he meant my neglected dick was about to get some much-needed attention, but I should have known better.
He’s an ass-man for sure.
Releasing my balls, Josh clutched my cheeks with both hands and spread me wide, running his tongue up my crack with a satisfied groan before I knew what was happening.
“Ahh!” I yelped, involuntarily jerking away from the unexpected sensation of lace scratching over my hole.
Unfortunately, gentleman that he was, this made him immediately stop and gently roll me onto my back.
Nooooo…
“Red?” He searched my face with so much concern in his expression, I almost got teary again. “Yellow? Shit… I’m sorry. We didn’t discuss safe words or hard limits or—”
“Green!” I shouted, laughing when he looked genuinely shocked by my outburst. “Stoplight system is fine, and I like how you handle me. I just can’t do anything that leaves a visible mark because of my job, but fuck…
I’ve been thinking about your hottie vampire fangs since we met, so maybe you could nibble on me a little? ”
Josh softly laughed, flashing those fangs. “Vampire, huh? What if I nibbled on you where no one could see?”
Just for us.
“Yes…” I dreamily sighed, eagerly helping him maneuver my pants over my heels and off completely.
“Everything else stays on,” he stated in that matter-of-sexy-fact way of his. “For now.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, noticing how that secretive smile appeared again.
He likes when I call him that…
“You’re so good for me.” He spread my legs and licked his lips when he spied the obvious wet spot on my thong. “I think you deserve a reward.”
Before I could reply with another “yes, sir,” he lowered his head, gorgeous hair tickling my skin, and sank his teeth into my inner thigh.
I came with a surprised scream worthy of Hollywood’s Spook Central, my back arching to near-Exorcist levels as I uncontrollably pumped my thong full of cum.
Holy fuckfuckfuuuuuck!!!
When I came back down to Earth, Josh was gently rubbing away the sting on my thigh with his thumb while licking me clean—through the lace.
Holy. Fuck.
“Good boy,” he purred, and I shuddered—from the aftershocks and the praise. “Let’s see how many orgasms we can squeeze out of you.”
Wait, what?
“I-I doubt I have more than one more in me,” I huffed, struggling to sit up on my own until Josh hauled me into his lap, mess and all. “And I might need a little reload time.”
“We’ll see about that.” He languidly kissed me until I melted against him. “The next one will be on my tongue.”
Have mercy!
Josh did not, in fact, have mercy. Effortlessly holding me with one arm, he stood and slung me over his shoulder before heading for the bedroom. Once there, I was gently tossed onto the mattress and arranged ass-up again before he yanked my thong to the side and dove in tongue first.
I sent up a prayer to the patron saint of slutty twinks that I’d freshened up when I changed, but also realized Josh probably didn’t care.
He licked and sucked on my rim with the same undivided attention he’d given my mouth, and it wasn’t long before I was sobbing into the mattress as more cum soaked through the lace.
“So messy…” He rolled me over and peeled off my ruined thong with the same care he’d shown me all day. “Just how I like it.”
Good thing…
Because I’m one big hot mess over here.
I was in danger of getting teary again, so I cracked a joke instead. “Such a gross old man. When are you gonna let me get my hands on your monster cock? I wanna see—”
“I’m not done with yours yet.” His intense gaze was locked on my dick as it foolishly twitched. “You’re still thinking too much.”
How did he…?
Before I could redirect from the truth in that statement he was licking me clean again—slow, gentle strokes of his tongue that had me hard and throbbing in no time.
“Excuse you, sir,” I hissed, legitimately confused how I was ready to go again so soon. “What kind of pleasure Dom behemoth vampire sorcery is this?”
His gaze darkened as he produced a small bottle of lube, seemingly out of thin air. “So you’ve figured out what I am.”
For a moment, I thought he was confessing to being an actual vampire, but then realization hit.
Oh, no.
If he’s a pleasure Dom…
“We’re not stopping until you get what you need from me.”
Well, fuck.
I understood enough about BDSM to know there were different types of Doms—had been bluntly educated on exactly that by the wrong type at a local kink club the night Marguerite died.
A night I’d like to forget.
That Dom had been a sadist who refused to scene with me. I’d thought he was being dismissive when he said I needed someone softer than him—someone more emotionally available—but he obviously sensed something I hadn’t at the time.
“Please…” I spread my legs, heels digging into the mattress as I shamelessly offered myself to the perfectly soft man looming over me. “I need you inside me, please.”
Josh swore under his breath, eyes briefly closing as if composing himself. “I know you do, sweet thing, but I’m only giving you my fingers tonight. Your choice—one or two?”
My hole clenched as he held up two thick fingers, patiently waiting as if there was any doubt which I would choose.
“Three,” I snapped, salty I wasn’t getting what I really wanted. “Get me ready for that big dick.”
He set the lube on the mattress then focused on my hole as he methodically rolled up his shirt sleeves, suddenly all business. “Two is all I need to make you forget your own name.”
Sir!
Some bratty part of me wanted to continue sassing, but a much smarter part wanted to forget my name—wanted to forget everything.
Everything except him.
“Okay…” I breathed, stretching my arms overhead, knowing I was giving him a peek at my nipples from under my cropped sweatshirt. “Two, please.”
Josh smiled affectionately, warming me from the inside out as he tied his hair back and kneeled between my legs. “Good boy. Hold on to something while I take you apart.”
I almost made a joke about how his monster cock would be the best tool for that job, but then the reality of what he was saying hit me full force.
He’s going to take me apart.
Because nothing can break me.
Nothing except him.
“Yes, sir…” My words choked off as he slid his first finger inside me, the slightest twinge of pain making me wince, even with the glide of the lube. “Please take me apart.”
He lowered himself onto his elbows and began gently stuffing me with finger number two. “With pleasure.”
I slung my heels over his shoulders and braced myself against the headboard, but I still couldn’t help from tightening around the intrusion.
How am I ever going to take his cock!
“Relax, sweet thing,” he soothed, slipping his other hand under my cropped sweatshirt to brush his fingertips over my peaked nipple. “I’ve got you.”
Then, he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, and I finally let go.
With pleasure.
My mind was blessedly blank as he worked me over—teasing my frenulum, tonguing my slit, drinking down every fresh bead of precum like it was champagne. He was unhurried, but it wasn’t long before all my sorrow and anger from the past week was as faint as the horizon line on a foggy sea.
Soft pleasure Dom behemoth vampire magic.
I hadn’t thought I had anything left to give, but Josh milked my prostate with the skill of someone who worked with his hands, and soon enough I was spilling down his throat with his name on my lips.
After that, I somehow mustered enough strength to help him remove my Pleasers and sweatshirt, thinking it was finally time for bed. I should have known better. Before I could get too comfortable, Josh scooped me into his arms and deposited me into the Jacuzzi tub for a full spa treatment.
He was adamant that I didn’t need to get him off, and I was too exhausted to argue.
Instead, I let him wash and dry me before pulling one of his giant T-shirts over my head and tucking me into bed.
Never mind that I immediately removed the shirt—the icing on the cake were his hot muscles wrapped around me from behind like the world’s best security blanket.
I’ll definitely allow it…