Chapter 3
Chapter Three
JAMIE
I wake up slowly, my body shivering slightly. My hands wander up cool skin, and I realize I must have fallen asleep on Evander, the vampire who made me come more in one sitting than I ever have in my life. The same one who sucked the blood from my veins.
The thought makes my dick hard all over again.
“Evening,” I hear him rasp, and I lean up, taking him in. I don’t know how long I was out, but he hasn’t moved. He’s slightly disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, and there’s a bit of blood on the side of his cheek.
My blood, I think as I reach down and touch it.
His eyelashes flutter as I drag my fingertip across his lips.
“Evening. Sorry I fell asleep.”
“You were tired. It happens. Humans are so very fragile.”
I bite my bottom lip and watch as his gaze tracks it.
I want to kiss him, to slide my tongue inside his mouth and taste him.
“Would you like dinner?” he asks, and I feel my stomach rumble.
“I guess so, yeah. I think I’m hungry.”
Neither of us moves, though, the two of us happy to remain on the floor, my naked body against his.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, and his eyes darken.
“I’m always hungry when such a delicious morsel is lying on top of me, but I do realize you need to rest. So I can wait.”
I don’t want him to wait, but maybe he’s right. Maybe I do need to eat something, hydrate, and then beg him to fuck me while he sucks the blood from my neck.
And maybe even my dick.
“Eager little thing,” he croons when he feels my cock hard against his. “But you have to rest. For a little while longer.”
“And then you’ll…” My words trail off, and he huffs a small laugh.
“If you want it, then yes. I’ll make sure you’re satiated before you leave.”
I roll off him with a groan, throwing an arm over my eyes as I try to keep it together. I want to be satiated right now, but I’m going to follow his lead.
“Come,” Evander says, suddenly standing. His hand is reaching out toward me, and I let him clasp my own, pulling me up. I’m completely naked, and he’s fully dressed.
I want him to be the same as me.
I want him bare.
But I don’t say that, just let him wrap me in a blanket and usher me into the kitchen.
“I don’t have much, but I can make you some soup.”
He pulls two cans down from the cabinet and eyes them. “Chicken noodle? Or chicken noodle?”
I let out a small laugh, and his lips twitch.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Love soup on a cold, rainy day.”
He peels the lid back and pours it into a pot before handing me a glass of water and watching as I swallow it down.
“Damn,” I murmur as I finish it off, running the back of my hand across my mouth. “I was thirsty.”
“You should be. I took a lot from you.”
“Doesn’t feel like it. I feel fucking great.”
He huffs and turns around, stirring the soup without a word. I take him in—the wide set of his shoulders, his narrow, tapered waist. I shift in my seat, trying to tamp down my lust.
“I can feel you staring.”
“You’re hot. It’s hard not to.”
He peers over his shoulder at me, and I flush from the way he stares at me.
“So are you.”
My eyelashes flutter, and I reach between my legs to touch myself. Just a squeeze, letting my body know that soon it will feel as good as it did before.
A bowl of soup is set before me, and Evander hands me a spoon.
“Eat up.” He moves to leave, and I stop him.
“Where are you going?”
“To rest in my coffin.”
My mouth drops open, and he laughs softly.
“Are you serious? Do you have a coffin you sleep in?”
He shakes his head and laughs once more, that sound traveling through me, making my heart swell. “No. It’s a joke. Only the truly old do that. I have a nice bed upstairs.” His words trail off, and his eyes darken. “Perhaps you’d like to see it.”
I nod frantically, pushing myself off the chair, only to be stopped by him.
“No, eat first, and then I’ll come get you.”
“I don’t wanna eat.”
“You must. Now, be a good boy and do as I say.”
I pout, my bottom lip jutting out, but he ignores it, turning on his heels and stalking away. His absence forces me to eat, and I do it as quickly as I can, setting the bowl in the sink to wander around and find him.
I don’t think I’m supposed to do this, but I can’t help myself.
This man has got me so curious. Man? No. Vampire.
My body tingles at the thought of his teeth piercing my skin. The inside of my leg throbs, and so does my wrist.
I rub at it, and my cock hardens at the thought.
I want to do that again. But to do that, I need to find him. I move out of the kitchen and through the small living room. I see a hallway in front of me and stairs to the right.
I decide to wander down the hallway first. I’m a nosy bitch. But when something intrigues me, I can’t help myself. I have to figure it out.
I push open one door, seeing nothing inside, just an empty room with carpet lining the floor. The shades are pulled shut, and it smells like fresh paint.
I close the door and move to the next one. Same thing.
In fact, each room has nothing in it. It’s weird. If this were my place, I’d have each room filled with things. One for each of my many hobbies: Legos, my movie collection, maybe even a room for gym equipment.
Does Evander have any hobbies? Or does he just linger in this house and grump?
I walk back down the hallway and nearly jump when I see Evander at the end, waiting for me.
“Shit,” I murmur, realizing I’m still naked and wandering around his house like a creep.
“You couldn’t just stay in the kitchen?” he asks, his eyebrow arched.
“Well, it’s not like you have anything to hide. Those rooms are empty.”
He sighs and then places a hand on my lower back. I feel the coolness of his touch through the blanket that’s still around my shoulders. I shiver slightly, and he quickly pulls his hand away.
His cock was cold inside my mouth too.
Felt fucking amazing.
“You can keep touching me, you know? I like it.”
He peers over at me and then asks, “How are you feeling now that you’ve eaten?”
“Good,” I utter this as we move back into the living room. “I have a lot of energy now. I could totally go upstairs and look around. If you want to show me.”
He huffs a small laugh.
“I was thinking it would be safer for you to head home.”
My lips fall, and I stare at the rain rushing down the windowpanes.
“It’s storming out there. I may get struck by lightning.”
“Yes, but I think I could manage to get you home. We’d of course have to leave your cardboard box. That’s already been binned.”
“Right. Um, well, if you want me to go, I totally will.”
He hesitates a moment, and I add, “Or you know, we could watch a movie or something? And maybe later I can make you a cake. It is your birthday after all.”
I settle on the couch, not quite ready to leave yet. This has been the most exciting thing to happen to me all year. Or, if I’m really honest, all my life.
He stares down at me, curled up on the couch, the blanket doing very little to hide my legs, my groin, and most of my chest.
“I guess that would be prudent. Wouldn’t want you getting stuck outside in a storm.”
“Yeah, definitely not. That does not sound like a good time.”
He lowers himself down next to me, and I scoot a little closer, making sure our legs touch. His gaze lands on where our bodies meet, and he curls his hand against his thigh.
“What would you like to watch?” he asks.
“Figured you could do that. You know, since it’s your birthday.”
He glances at the TV and then back at me. “I don’t know. I don’t usually watch TV. I usually read.”
I snort and scoot a little closer. “Of course you do. I’ll pick then.”
I turn the screen on, scrolling to one of the streaming apps. He, of course, doesn’t have a plan, so I enter my credentials and pull up a movie for us to watch together. Something silly and action-packed.
I curl into him as it starts, and by the time we’re halfway through, I’m in his lap, his hands under my blanket, playing with my cock.
I’m barely watching what’s happening on the screen, my breathing labored. His is too, and I can feel his cool breath hit my skin.
“This is the best movie,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“I agree. I much prefer watching TV like this.”
He strokes my cock, and I arch my hips up into his fist. I want to come again but really want him inside of me for that, his teeth in my neck, his cock in my hole.
“You know,” I gasp as his grip tightens, his free hand sliding up my torso to touch my chest. The area right over my thrumming heart. His lips are on my neck, sucking.
“Hmm?” he hums.
“Um. Oh, god. I um… fuck that feels good, Evander.”
He licks up to my ear. “Does it?”
“You know it does. But I don’t want to come. Not yet.”
He hesitates and then turns my head slightly so I can meet his curious stare.
“I never gave you your actual birthday present.”
“I thought my gift was you on my doorstep. You’re not going to sing for me, are you?”
“Want to find out?” I ask, twisting in his lap and turning to look at him.
He eyes me and then nods. “I guess I’m up for a surprise. Today has not turned out as I expected at all.”
“Okay, well, you have to wait here. You can’t move.”
“Why?”
I push off his lap, but not before giving him a small kiss on his cheek. His breath hitches, and he rubs at the spot my lips touched.
“Promise me you’ll wait here.”
“As long as you don’t snoop.”
I grin and then rush off, searching for the box that Evander discarded. I find it in the garage, right near a car that makes my mouth water. Holy fuck, that’s a nice car. Expensive too. How much money does this guy have?
Probably a lot. He’s had decades to cultivate and grow it.
The wet cardboard is sitting, nicely folded, inside the trash bin. I rummage around until I find it. The piece of duct tape in the corner. I pull it open and see the small container of lube inside.
My boss told me to keep one just in case. I never turn down extra money.
Although right now I’m not doing this for money. I’m doing this for free.