Chapter 3 #2
I grab the small container and rush back inside, moving into the small hallway bathroom and spreading my legs.
I squirt some lube onto my fingers and work them inside of me. One and then two, making sure I’m slick and open for what I’m going to suggest.
“Jamie!” I hear him call, and I quickly wash my hands, grab the small container, and move back to where Evander is sitting. His eyes are narrowed, taking in my completely naked form.
I see his nostrils flare, his eyes darkening.
“Why were you rummaging around in my garbage?”
I lift my hand and show him the container of lube. “For this.”
He lets out a long breath.
“This is my birthday gift?” he asks, and I grin, turning around and showing him my ass.
He groans lowly, and I wet my lips in anticipation.
“If you want.”
He spreads his legs slightly, and I move toward him.
“If you want it, take it out.”
I slide between his legs, my knees hitting the carpet, fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. He arches his hips up, and I pull his pants down, just enough for his cock to appear. It’s hard and thick, and my mouth waters, wanting that cold length back in my mouth.
But right now, I know it’s going to be in my ass.
I stroke it and feel the coolness against my warm palm.
“I can’t wait for this to get inside me.”
His hands fall against mine, and then he meets my hungry gaze. “Come on then. What are you waiting for?”
I scramble onto his lap, and our chests meet. His hands fall to my hips, sliding back to my cheeks and spreading them. I feel his cock slide up my slippery crack, and I groan.
“So good.”
He grunts, and I shift even closer. My lips hover right against his, not a kiss, but a brush. A promise.
I reach behind me and grab his dick, placing it at my hole and lowering myself onto it.
We groan in tandem as I sink all the way onto him. He bottoms out, his cock throbbing inside of me.
“Fuck, it’s been too long,” I moan, the sting of him making my skin burn with desire.
“So tight,” he hisses and then shifts me slightly, making me gasp.
My hands slide around his shoulders, tangling in his hair. And then I lift my hips and slam back down on him. His fingers tighten on my skin, leaving bruises, pain sliding through my entire body as I do it again. And again.
We groan, our skin slapping as bodies meet.
“Bite me,” I gasp. “Bite me.”
He shifts me closer, his hand tangling in my hair and tilting my head. My neck is exposed, my ass still riding his cock.
“You smell so fucking good,” he murmurs, and then he licks up my throbbing vein. I fuck him harder as his teeth graze my skin. And then he bites down. His teeth pierce my flesh, my entire body clenching and shivering as he pulls the blood from my neck.
It feels fantastic. Feels euphoric.
My cock throbs between my legs, wanting to come with each pull of his mouth. He’s moaning as he swallows, my body floating, tingling.
And when he pulls off, his lips bloody, I can’t help but lean forward and press my lips to his. His hands move into my hair, and he tilts my head slightly, licking into my mouth. I can taste my blood on his tongue, and it makes me ride him faster. It’s hard and frantic, my orgasm moving through me.
He grunts, biting down on my bottom lip, pulling blood from my mouth. He licks at it, sucking, and I feel his entire body twitch.
He pulls his lips off mine, and his head falls back, his hair rumpled, his eyelashes fluttering. He slams me down on him, and I feel his release fill me. It squelches as I continue to ride him through it.
And then he pulls me off him, flipping me onto the couch. I stare up at him, my cock aching and red.
He leans down, licking the tip before pulling me into his mouth.
His teeth drag down my length, and when I’m in the back of his throat, he bites down. My cock explodes, his mouth pulling the blood and cum from me. It’s overwhelming, almost too much.
And when he pulls off me, I lie there, almost unmoving.
“You alive?” he asks, his lips trailing up my groin to my abdomen.
“No,” I rasp, feeling a flutter in my chest. “You killed me.”
“I hope not.”
I let my eyelids open and see him hovering over me.
“That was a very nice birthday present.”
“Good. Happy birthday.”
He grins and then kisses me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth once more. I suck on it, and he does the same to mine. Neither of us is in a hurry to end this, to stop what we’re doing. So we just stay there, listening to the rain patter on the window, our breaths mingling.
When we finally part, it’s because my stomach is rumbling and I’m hungry again.
“Sorry,” I murmur, and Evander just chuckles.
“It’s fine. It happens when you’ve been feasted on.”
It makes sense, and Evander pushes himself up, tucking his cock into his pants as he moves to the kitchen once more. He returns with some crackers, cheese, and fruit on a platter and insists I eat and drink.
I do it slowly, wanting to draw this out. I don’t want to go home to my cold apartment, where there isn’t a handsome, sexy vampire just waiting to fuck and suck me.
But I know this has to end. The rain is tapering off, and I know I can eventually meander home safely. I’ll have to borrow some of Evander’s clothes and will have to find a bus that’s working, but I’ll get there. I made it here in a cardboard box. I can make it home without one.
“What are you thinking about?” Evander asks, his hand on my leg. He’s massaging it slightly and making me a little sleepy.
“Just when you want me to leave.”
His hand freezes, and he meets my gaze.
“Whenever you want. You’re of course not obligated to stay. And of course, I’ll tip you for—”
“Stop it. I don’t want you to pay me. I don’t want it.”
He sighs. “If you insist.”
“I do. I insist.”
I roll my lips between my teeth and sigh. “Do you want me to go? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
His hand slides up my calf. “Not particularly. This has been the best birthday by far. And you still haven’t seen my bedroom.”
I feel that flutter in my chest again, my cheeks flushing pink. “Well, then I guess I’ll stay. At least for the rest of your birthday.”
“Another gift for me?” he asks, and I grin.
“Yeah. A gift.”