Chapter 7 Warren #4
Harland was a very different kisser from Marcus or Max.
While Max was like a puppy – all eager enthusiasm and selfish about his pleasure – and Marcus was like a general going to war – aggressive and extremely dominant, his mouth laying claim and conquering Warren’s – Harland, on the other hand, kissed like he was in control of everything already.
He wasn’t conquering Warren’s mouth – he already owned it.
“Yes.”
Warren felt like the worst kind of slut. He was betraying his values, but with Harland looming over him – huge and attractive and so dominant that Warren was just three seconds away from rolling over and exposing his belly – it was so hard.
Warren was weak.
Harland grinned, but Warren didn’t get long to admire the actual expression on Harland’s face before he was pulled onto the vampire’s lap and being kissed again.
Warren did his best to reciprocate, and unlike Max and Marcus, Harland actually let him.
“Kiss my neck,” Harland instructed, grabbing the hair at the back of Warren’s head and pushing him down under his jaw. Warren licked over Harland’s Adam’s apple, kissing and sucking his way down to the collar of Harland’s suit.
Harland pulled open the velcro on his left gauntlet, grabbing the tip of his glove and starting to tug.
“Wait, can you-” Warren stopped himself before he could ask something truly embarrassing. He felt his face go hot from the force of his blush and he hid under the crook of Harland’s chin.
“Can I what?” Harland asked, stroking the back of Warren’s head.
“Nothing,” Warren insisted, kissing Harland’s Adam’s apple again.
“Did you want me to leave my gloves on?” Harland asked, no judgment in his voice.
“You don’t have to,” Warren insisted.
Harland chuckled, his hand clamping down on Warren’s neck and giving it a firm squeeze.
“I don’t mind.”
Warren couldn’t believe he’d just asked Harland to keep his motorcycle gloves on while they made out. What was wrong with him?
“I want you to go lower.” Harland reached for the zipper on his suit and pulled it down, revealing the hard planes of his pecs and the deep crevice between them. “I like my nipples played with, too.”
Warren didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He sank down to the floor between Harland’s boots, leaning forward and grinding his face into the vampire’s pecs before taking his right nipple into his mouth and sucking it hard.
The hand on his neck moved up to his hair, taking a firm hold and directing his movement.
Warren was only too happy to go where Harland wanted him. There was still a small part of him that felt like he was doing something wrong, but that part was drowned out by the part of him that was licking down the ridges of Harland’s gorgeous abs.
“You’re doing such a good job,” Harland praised, reaching for the zipper of his suit and pulling it all the way down. His cock didn’t immediately spring free, still trapped under the tight leather, but Warren could see the base of his shaft and part of his balls.
Before he could second-guess himself, he dove down and placed a messy kiss on the exposed part of Harland’s cock.
“You want that, huh?” Harland teased, nudging Warren aside and reaching into his suit so that he could pull his cock free.
Warren stared in awe as the gorgeous member was revealed. Pale and smooth like marble, Harland’s cock looked like it belonged on a statue. A pearly drop of pre-come gathered on the slit of the urethra.
“It’s so thick,” Warren said, both impressed and worried. Harland’s cock wasn’t as long as Marcus’s veiny monster, but it was considerably girthier.
“All I want from you today is for you to suck it.” Harland threaded his fingers through Warren’s hair, the touch soothing. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Warren licked his lips, his mouth watering as Harland pulled his balls out of the suit and let them drop down between his legs.
He stared at the magnificent package, feeling like he was in some sort of porno dream.
Whatever guilt he’d felt earlier at cheating on Marcus, it was buried by his sheer want for Harland’s cock.
“I will,” Warren muttered, not sure where he should start. The choice was taken out of his hands when Harland guided his head down to the point where his shaft emerged from his tight suit, pushing his mouth down on the base of his cock.
Parting his lips, Warren placed an open-mouthed kiss on the base of the shaft and lathered it with his tongue.
“That’s it, lick your way up,” Harland instructed, keeping his hand fisted in Warren’s hair and using the grip to guide him. “Nice and thorough.”
Grabbing Harland’s thighs to steady himself, fingers digging into the soft leather and rock-hard muscle beneath, Warren worked his way up Harland’s shaft until he reached the head of his cock.
Unlike Marcus, whose cockhead had a wide crown that flared out like a mushroom, Harland’s cock was shaped more like a missile.
There was a defined ridge where his shaft met the head of his cock, but it didn’t flare out, instead lying flat and smooth.
Both were beautiful in their own way.
“Stick out your tongue.” Harland lifted Warren’s head up, guiding it onto his cock. He grabbed a hold of the base of his shaft and held it steady as he pushed toward the back of Warren’s throat.
Remembering how Max had plowed right down into his esophagus, Warren prepared himself for Harland to do the same, only to be left disappointed when Harland seemed to content himself with rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over his tongue.
“Come on, suck it,” Harland instructed, the barest hint of impatience bleeding into his voice.
Warren, who had been trying to open himself up so that Harland could use his throat like a fleshlight, realized that Harland expected him to be making an effort.
Embarrassed at having been caught slacking, Warren hollowed his cheeks and started to suck.
“That’s it,” Harland said, releasing his hold on Warren’s hair and leaning back. He spread his thighs wider, stretching his booted feet out over the floor, and let out a happy rumble. “That feels so good.”
Without Harland’s hand on the back of his head, Warren was free to move as he pleased. Making sure he kept up the wet suction on Harland’s cock, he grabbed hold of the base of the shaft and held it steady as he prepared to give the best blowjob of his life.
Warren was not going to bring anything but his A-game.
On his knees between Harland’s meaty, leather-clad thighs, Warren let himself forget the rest of the world and worshipped the smooth, rock-hard cock with all his concentration.
He licked and sucked Harland’s heavy balls into his mouth, pushing his face into the crease where Harland’s cock emerged from the suit, making the occasional detour up to lick his abs and kiss into his neatly trimmed pubes.
Glancing up, his mouth stuffed full of a plum-sized testicle, Warren met Harland’s gaze. The vampire was watching him calmly, his face expressionless, but the more Warren paid attention, the more small movements in the muscles around Harland’s eyes and mouth he noticed.
Harland wasn’t expressionless – his expressions were just very, very small.
When Warren squeezed down at the base of his cock where his knot would be, there was just a hint of flared nostrils.
When he licked up and scraped his tongue along Harland’s frenulum, his mouth twitched with the suggestion of a smirk.
The longer Warren stayed on his knees, worshiping Harland’s cock and looking up at him, the more he seemed able to read him. Either that, or Harland was having a harder time keeping up his poker face while he was getting a blowjob.
“You’re so eager,” Harland said, stroking the side of Warren’s face and cupping his cheek. “Focus on the head of my cock. I want to come.”
The sensation of Harland’s gloved palm and fingers against his face, the leather cool and lacking any true body heat, made Warren’s toes curl. He glanced up and met his gaze, noting with a thrill that the lines around his eyes were crinkled – just barely – with smile lines.
Angling the hefty cock down, Warren focused all his attention on the bulbous head. Harland placed his hands on Warren’s hair, scratching his scalp and preventing him from moving away, but not applying any pressure down.
Harland’s thumbs and forefingers found the shells of Warren’s ears, and Warren just about came a second time from the sensation of his ears being played with by Harland’s leather-clad fingers.
He didn’t know why he was so into the idea of Harland wearing his gloves.
Part of it was the fact that it was something Harland was doing simply because Warren had requested it – that desire to please Warren made ASMR-like tingles shoot down his spine and his whole body feel fluttery – but it also just looked really, really good.
“I’m going to come. I want you to focus on swallowing my load.” Harland moved his hand so that he cupped the back of Warren’s head. “Get ready.”
Warren almost chuckled at the polite warning. He licked over the slit of Harland’s cock, his tongue tracing the opening, only for Harland’s cock to twitch and a heavy volley of come to shoot up and hit the roof of Warren’s mouth.
Almost from the start, Warren failed to swallow the thick, creamy load.
He managed to get most of the first spurt, Harland’s thighs twitching as he came and the hand in his hair tightening, but after that Harland kept shooting too much too fast for Warren to keep up.
He did his best, but more come leaked out of the corners of his mouth and down onto Harland’s groin than he managed to swallow.
When Harland finally stopped coming, his abs twitching one final time as Warren swiped his tongue over the edge of his crown and sucked down the last spurt of come, Warren was so close to coming himself that all he’d need was a little-