Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Shay
Josh’s sexy vampire tone had me clenching around the plug, anticipation skittering down my spine as I kicked off my pants and hustled to obey.
Because I’m a—
“Good boy,” he praised. “Now, let me admire the view.”
“I wore this for you,” I whispered, shivering as I lowered myself down to my elbows on my very own rich bish couch.
Only for you.
“Only me,” he growled. Placing a knee on the chaise behind me, he gripped the base of the plug and gave it an experimental twist, making me whimper. “This hole is mine now, which means I’ll take over your training.”
Fuck, yes.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured sweetly as he continued to toy with the plug before smirking where he couldn’t see. “Train me with your big dick.”
Josh made a noise that sounded like a laugh but then he began to withdraw the—frankly enormous—plug from my twitching hole as I groaned.
“Look at that,” he murmured when only the tip was left inside. “You stretched out your tight little hole so good for me.”
I hummed in agreement, but before I could reply, I felt the plug being pushed back in.
Pushing up on my hands, I glanced over my shoulder. “W-what are you doing?”
Josh shushed me, his dark eyes fixed on his work and a filthy smirk on his lips. “I want you to soak your pretty little jockstrap first.”
“But—” I started to protest, but he pushed me back down with his free hand, holding me in place while he fucked me with my own plug.
Slowly. Excruciatingly slow.
“So perfect,” he hissed as he gave the plug another twist, making precum pulse out of me. “I can’t wait to stuff you full—to give you exactly what you need.”
“I neeeeeed it…” I sobbed into the supple leather, feeling pressure building at the base of my spine with every rub of my p-spot. “Please… Please, I need you inside me. I need your… cum inside me.”
Yes. That’s it.
As soon as this very specific fantasy hit, I knew it was all over. My vision whited out as I locked up, pumping my lacy, pretty little jock full of cum before I collapsed onto the chaise, twitching and moaning.
That’s it…
Josh rubbed my back with one hand while digging through my duffel bag with the other. “I see lube, Shay, but no condoms…”
I scoffed and pushed myself up on unsteady arms to better glare at him. “Didn’t you hear what I said, old man? I want your cum. I got tested soon after I left and haven’t been with anyone since then, so when I say I want your cum inside me, I mean exactly that.”
So there.
Josh briefly closed his eyes and blew out a slow breath. Then he stood and slid his noticeably tight boxer briefs down his tree trunk thighs, allowing his massive, gorgeous cock to slap against his stomach.
“You want my cum inside you, sweet thing?” he asked, voice dangerously low and eyes impossibly dark as he lubed himself up. “Is it because you want me to breed you?”
My dick twitched. “Yes,” I gasped, because that was exactly what I wanted. “I want you to breed me. Breed my hole and maybe then it can belong to you.”
Because the rest of me already does.
It was a bratty thing to say, but it accomplished what I’d hoped. With a snarl, Josh tossed the bottle of lube aside and climbed onto the chaise, gripping my waist with his huge hands, and sliding his even bigger dick deep into my guts.
“Nnngh, yellow,” I panted, dick drunk, but coherent enough to realize my body needed time to adjust. “Just for a minute. Just… gimme a minute…”
Being the consent king that he was, Josh immediately paused to patiently wait me out. And being the pleasure Dom that he was, he took the opportunity to caress every inch of my skin, while showering me with praise.
Fuck, I am so fucking happy right now.
I wanted to tell him that, to tell him this amazing dance studio was the least of what he’d done for me—that even if he lived in a cardboard box as a starving artist, I’d feel at home with him.
Because he feels like home.
I wanted to tell him that, but my eyelids were heavy and my limbs heavier, and the only words I could get my mouth to form were “green” and “wreck my ass, you sexy behemoth vampire.”
“With pleasure,” Josh replied before getting to work.
He pulled out almost completely before slowly—carefully—pumping his way back in until his pelvis was flush with my ass. I involuntarily tightened around his dick, making him hiss and dig his fingers into my hips, hard enough to bruise where no one else could see.
Just for us
It felt amazing, even if my body wasn’t cooperating. I made a frustrated sound, not wanting to stop again, but Josh already knew what to do.
“I’ve got you,” he said, because he always did, reaching beneath me to dip a hand into my ruined jockstrap and stroke my half-hard dick.
“Fuck!” I gasped, squirming from the sensation. “It’s… It’s too much.”
“You can take it,” he calmly replied, his quiet confidence instantly bringing me to full hardness, making me lightheaded. “You’re so good at taking what I give you.”
“So good…” I slurred, melting into the chaise as my body finally relaxed.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he murmured. “Just let me fill you up.”
I did as I was told, surrendering to the rhythm of his controlled thrusts, to the way the motion sent my dick squelching through his cum-covered grip, to how he already filled me completely.
Give me all of it.
When my next orgasm hit—when I spilled over his hand as he squeezed out every last drop—I keened like a wounded animal, which made my soft Dom sugar daddy finally snap.
“Fuck, you feel. So. Fucking. Good choking my dick with your perfect ass,” he snarled, snapping his hips, causing the chaise to skip across the floor. “Do you want my cum, sweet thing?”
“Y-yesssss!” I wailed, full-body shuddering through my aftershocks. “Please… Please, I need you to breed me…”
Give me everything.
He growled—an inhuman sound that pretty much confirmed his vampire status—before thrusting deep, emptying so much inside me, I could feel it overflowing and running down my thighs.
10/10 no notes.
“I hope we didn’t already ruin my rich bish couch,” I mumbled breathlessly as he hauled me into a seated position with my back pressed to his deliciously sweaty chest.
“Nothing is ruined.” He lowered his head to gently nibble my neck. “Although, I am thankful I opted for leather instead of velvet.”
“Black velvet would have been a vibe,” I dramatically sighed, contentedly snuggling against him. “But this room is perfect just as it is. Thank you.”
For everything.
He kissed the top of my head. “Thank you—for coming back to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before… and certainly never had the feeling be mutual.”
A protectiveness unlike anything I’d felt before rushed through me, and I awkwardly turned my body to look at him.
“Anyone who can’t recognize what a goddamn catch you are needs to get their head examined.” When Josh’s lips twisted in amusement, I sniffed. “But you’re mine now, so whatever…”
Too late, bitches.
“Is that so?” he mused. “I guess that means you’re mine as well. Although, there is someone else in this relationship who needs to still feel included—”
“Oh, my gawd. LENORE!” I yelped, attempting to scramble off his lap before remembering I was stuffed full of behemoth vampire dick and cum.
Not that I’m complaining.
Josh chuckled and lifted me off him before effortlessly replacing the plug he’d apparently been stashing somewhere for this exact moment.
Again—no complaints.
An hour later, we were freshly showered and seated on a bench in the park with bagels, coffees, and a visibly disgruntled crow companion.
“She’s angry because I kicked her out of my apartment the instant you said you were back in town,” Josh stage-whispered in my ear, not sounding sorry at all.
“Rude,” I replied, setting down my coffee and reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. “Good thing I grabbed some peanuts from your kitchen for my sister-wife.”
Lenore made a happy rattling sound as I opened my palm before perching on the arm of the bench to enjoy her breakfast.
We’re besties now, no big deal.
Josh quietly watched us for a few minutes, his gaze flicking between Lenore and me.
“You match each other well,” he observed, gesturing at my hair. “Tonally, I mean.”
I barked a laugh that caused Lenore to flap up onto the backrest next to my shoulder. “That is such an artist thing to say, I swear. But now that you mention it… I have been thinking of changing things up with a warmer hair color. Maybe caramel to match our girl?”
He nodded thoughtfully and took a sip of his coffee. “That would look good in your videos.”
“The videos you've jerked off to?” I sweetly asked, one thousand percent fishing for a confession.
Mutual spank bank material.
Josh choked on his coffee before turning to me, brown eyes wide. “I have not! I’ll admit, it turns me on to watch you dance… but that would’ve felt wrong to do without your consent.”
“Such a gentleman,” I cooed before my eyes narrowed. “So how have you been channeling your horniness since I left?”
Josh was not the type to endanger me with unprotected sex, but if he’d gone on a date with anyone else while I was gone, I might murder someone.
Mine.
He dropped his gaze, and my stomach went with it. “I’ve…” he cleared his throat and fiddled with the plastic lid on his cup. “I’ve painted you.”
Excuse me?
“Painted me?” I choked out, relieved yet confused.
“Dozens of times. My studio is full of paintings of you.” He sighed, peeking at me cautiously. “I was going to show you earlier, but the dance studio seemed like enough evidence of my obsession for one day.”
I laughed and leaned over to kiss him. “We’ve already established I’m an attention whore, old man, and your attention is the best kind.” I settled back in my seat, beyond pleased with all the things. “So you jerk off to paintings of me instead, huh?”
Josh tossed his head back, his joyful laugh echoing off the trees and causing Lenore to fly away with an angry squawk.
I’m definitely her favorite.
“You’re such a brat,” Josh murmured appreciatively, returning to his coffee and noticeably not answering my question.
Brat that I was, I couldn’t help teasing a little more. “Well, I’ll put on a private dance for you later and you can jerk off then… while I watch.”
This time, he dropped his head forward and groaned. “How am I ever going to get work done with you there?”
I scooted closer. “Don’t worry, I’ve been doing a little research on studios nearby with openings for instructors.
The room you made for me is perfect for recording videos and teaching remote classes, but I like teaching in person—I like the energy.
My brother offered me space at his gym, but it’s not exactly the right crowd.
” I instantly sobered at the thought of Lang.
“He’s actually what I need to talk to you about. Well… my family is…”
True to form, Josh instantly gave me his undivided attention. “Tell me what’s going on.”
I immediately relaxed, knowing without a doubt he would help me handle this.
Then I took a deep breath and just unloaded the events of the past few days, starting with Langston showing up with a U-Haul and boxes—and how willing I was to drop everything and move back—all the way to our mother’s latest bullshit.
Josh played it cool when I mentioned how the funeral bill had been paid off, but his brow furrowed when I got to the GoFundMe, and the larger issues associated with that.
“So, Lang is the one who helped her set it up…” My voice faltered as panic started to rise in my throat. “He didn’t know the bill had been paid when he did it, but now he… I don’t want him to get indicted for fraud…”
Josh took my hand in his and squeezed, his natural calm washing over me like a balm.
“Yeah, what your mother’s doing is definitely fraud.
It’s unfortunately more common than you think in the funeral business.
” He released me and pulled out his phone before scrolling through his contacts.
“I know a lawyer who specializes in this kind of thing. I’ll message you their info to share with Langston, but let me contact them first so I can handle the bill. ”
“Moneybags!” I scolded, even as my vision blurred with grateful tears. “You can’t just… pay for everything—”
“Shortstack.” He lifted my chin, casually gazing into my soul.
“I have more money than I know what to do with—more money than I’ve ever wanted.
What I want is to take care of you, and that includes taking care of your family.
” Josh returned his attention to his phone, apparently knowing this lawyer well enough to text them.
“I also don’t like how your mother treats you, so… ”
Dream man.
“Ahhh, so there’s a petty purpose to all this,” I joked, wiping my eyes. “Yeah, she’s a piece of work. I just… I never thought she’d stoop this low.”
Josh pocketed his phone. “I know, and you may get called in as a character witness, full warning. But no matter what happens, I’ve got you.”
My tears returned in full force, but I let them fall, beyond thankful that my silly plus-one post in Brief Connections brought this kind, generous, incredibly hot, big-dicked man into my life.
A caw from above had me glancing up, smiling wide to spot Lenore swooping around, apparently deciding we needed to keep walking together.
Like a family.
The thought of taking the stand against my own mother was stressful as hell—and I still had no idea when I’d be ready to visit Marguerite’s grave—but I knew Josh would be by my side through it all.
Along with a certain caramel-colored crow.
Josh stood and threw out our trash before taking my hand again. “C’mon. Let’s finish our walk, then stop by the salon I go to. I want to see if they have any openings for you today.”
“So that’s how you maintain those flowing locks,” I hummed, openly admiring my man. “And lemme guess—you’re paying.”
He grinned, flashing those sexy fangs. “Now you’re getting it. Just let me take care of you like you deserve.”
I stubbornly refused to cry again. Instead, I focused on the surface-level promise of his words, deciding being a rich, gay vampire’s sugar baby with fabulous new highlights didn’t sound so bad after all.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, giving his hand a squeeze.
Josh squeezed me back and began walking by my side. “Good boy.”