Chapter 24
“By the Gods, please tell me you aren’t going to narrate again!” Cecil moaned.
Sin had an irritating habit of describing every damn thing he did. While he couldn’t deny that his traitor of a body reacted to each word, the embarrassment was almost too much to handle.
Also, considering how hot Sin was, with his six pack and completely toned body, Cecil really didn’t need anything else to turn him on. Grudgingly, he would admit that Sin’s eyebrows were also a huge turn on…but he would never ever tell him that.
Grinning smugly, Sin leaned down to lick at one of Cecil’s nipples, sending a shudder through him.
“What, you’d rather I not speak of the hardness of these sweet peaks?
” He kissed the bud he had been playing with.
“The way they darken as heat and blood rushes through them. The way your body trembles with each stroke. Your gasps of pleasure when one of my fangs drag across them.”
His face began to burn and his cock squirted a drop of pre-cum. “Yes, I’d rather you not!” Cecil snapped.
Sin took that moment to take Cecil’s left nipples into his mouth. Cecil gasped in both pleasure and pain as one of Sin’s sharp fangs broke the skin.
Pulling away with a pop, Sin lapped up the small bit of blood and declared, “I’m afraid I am going to have to deny that request. Describing your beauty is too tempting. I simply cannot contain the words weaving together inside my mind.”
The bastard! “Bullshit!”
“Such plush lips shouldn’t utter such foul language.” Sin took Cecil’s mouth again, preventing him from unleashing a litany of curses.
Wrapping his arms around Sin’s neck, Cecil tried to arch up to rub his aching prick against Sin’s, but found he couldn’t reach.
He let out a whimper and then a moan of relief when Sin dragged him down, aligned their cocks, giving Cecil the pressure he craved.
“Do you like that, Cecil?” Sin breathed in his ear as he rubbed their pricks together.
“Shut up!” Cecil cried out.
Chuckling, Sin reached over and grabbed a condom and some lube from the side dresser. Soon, Cecil felt a lube-coated hand slide down his body.
He wiggled and arched, moaning as Sin took hold of his throbbing prick. “Hard yet soft, like silk,” Sin rumbled.
Cecil could only whimper in response. A whimper that grew louder when after only two pumps Sin went further. The man trailed his wet fingers down Cecil’s balls, causing them to clench, before traveling lower to probe at Cecil’s entrance.
This was it, Cecil thought. He was about to be devirginized, and despite his thoughts on sex before, he couldn’t wait.
“So tight. Cecil, I am afraid I simply do not have the willpower to draw this out. The need to be buried deep inside you is too great.” Sin’s words were a throaty growl that sent a shiver through him.
Despite what Sin had said, the man was slow and meticulous as he opened Cecil up. It was sweet—Cecil felt cared for, but also very frustrated because he was ready to pop. “Sin!” Cecil gasped. “Please!”
“Please, what?” Sin chuckled.
Nevermind, the man wasn’t sweet at all, he was an evil bastard! “Sin,” Cecil growled.
Smirking, the vampire kissed Cecil. He opened for him, only to jerk away in shock when Sin slipped his fingers free and something much larger probed at Cecil’s entrance before pushing inside. There was pain, as Sin was thick, but it was snuffed out when the man delved deeper and hit his prostate.
Cecil had never felt such pleasure before—he felt overwhelmed. But when Sin stopped moving, fully seated inside him, the pain returned. Cecil felt so full. Parts of him ached that had never ached before. Was it supposed to feel like this?
Sweat dripped down his brow and he started to tremble. “Sin,” he called out desperately.
“Shh, don’t be afraid. I should have warned you.” Sin caressed his face, a look of worry in his eyes. “The breaching can be painful the first time. Do you want me to stop?”
“No…I just…feel… I need…” Cecil cried in frustration. He didn’t know what he felt. He didn’t know what he wanted.
“Breathe,” Sin repeated.
Cecil did what Sin told him. He took a deep breath, and then another. With each one, he became calmer.
And then he caught sight of Sin and the pain instantly vanished.
The man’s lips were parted, his fangs fully lengthened, his pupils blown.
Knowing Cecil had caused that sent a surge of pride and heat through him—it set his body on fire.
His hole clenched around the throbbing cock inside him, and a need Cecil was unfamiliar with began to build.
“I need!” he cried.
Sin pulled out and thrust back in. “Is this what you need?” Sin growled.
“Yes!” Cecil moaned.
The man moved again, pumping in and out of him. At the force of Sin’s thrusts, Cecil’s cock bobbed and pre-cum splattered onto his abdomen.
“You are burning around me,” Sin groaned. Cecil let out a yelp when the man gripped his waist and began to pull him roughly down into each thrust.
Instead of trying to free himself from the demanding grasp, he let go, giving Sin complete control. Sin started to rotate his hips, adding to Cecil’s pleasure.
It was all too much. On a strangled scream, Cecil’s whole body spasmed, cum shooting out of his prick. Sin shouted out with his release soon after.
Still feeling a bit dazed, Cecil barely reacted when Sin pulled out and began to cuddle with him. Once all his faculties were back under control, and he had a chance to think over what had happened, he found himself glaring at Sin.
The man ran his hand through Cecil’s hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just thinking of all the time we wasted.”
Sin blinked. “Wasted?”
“Hell, if I’d known it felt that good, I would have jumped you in your sleep.”
Sin burst out laughing.
Woken up by his rumbling stomach, Cecil stretched and peered at the nude man sleeping next to him. The blankets had pooled around Sin’s waist when Cecil had sat up. It gave him a great view of his lover’s nicely sculpted chest.
He licked his lips—Gods, Sin was gorgeous. But how the hell was his hair not messed up, Cecil thought with irritation. The question was, could he mess it up without waking him? Probably not…
Slipping from Sin’s arms, he threw on some PJ pants and a T-shirt before making his way to the kitchen.
Despite it being three a.m., he found Hyde and Jekyll in the kitchen sipping from mugs. Hyde was sitting on a stool at the island and Jekyll was standing on the other side.
“Are the preparations for the party complete?” Jekyll asked with a yawn.
“Yep. Everything is squared away,” Hyde confirmed before turning to look at Cecil. “Shouldn’t you be tearing up the sheets with Sin?” The man gave him a knowing grin.
Cecil fought down a blush—at that moment, the slight throb in his ass became sharper. But he managed to blink at Hyde innocently and calmly state, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
His sex life was no one’s business.
“I could have sworn I saw you two run past earlier, giggling like school girls…hmm, must have been my imagination,” Jekyll drawled, leaning against the counter.
He supposed sprinting in a house full of people was not the best way to keep it private.
Not that Cecil wanted to keep his relationship with Sin hidden.
Embarrassingly enough, he wouldn’t mind taping a sign to the man’s back that read ‘bitches back off, he’s taken’.
Sin would most definitely not go for that.
Cecil crossed his arms and looked away. “Must have been.”
“I have to say, that imaginary cotton candy we found lying in the hall sure tasted real. Didn’t it, Jekyll?” Hyde smirked.
“Sure did,” Jekyll hummed.
Son of a bitch! “You assholes ate my cotton candy?!”
“It was yours?” Hyde’s eyes widened comically. “But didn’t you just say that it wasn’t you or Sin running through the halls, dropping stuffed animals and things behind you?”
Cecil huffed and pointed. “You two owe me a damn sugar high! Now, feed me!”
The twins burst out laughing and Hyde patted the stool next to him. Cecil stomped over and hopped on.
“What can I get for you, oh demanding one?” Jekyll asked, beaming. Gods, his smile was too bright for this time of day.
Cecil was a bit surprised that Jekyll hadn’t gotten angry at him for ordering him around. “I want a grilled cheese.”
“A grilled cheese, it is.”
“Make me one too! Pwetty pwease,” Hyde begged with a pout, his voice turning babyish at the end.
Jekyll scowled. “I will if you suck that bottom lip back in and never use baby talk again. I do not appreciate you doing such a thing with my voice and face.”
Hyde sucked his lip in and scowled right back. “It’s my face too!”
“Yes, but I was born first, therefore it was my face first. Which makes you a copycat, brother,” Jekyll informed him while gathering the supplies he needed to make Cecil’s food.
“No, it makes me the upgraded version,” Hyde sang.
Jekyll scoffed.
“What party were you two talking about?”
“Sin’s birthday is coming up,” Jekyll answered while buttering six slices of bread.
“When is it?”
“The third of February.”
“Ah.”
Cecil frowned. Well, shit, he wished he’d known about it sooner. Cecil had nothing to give him.
He rolled his eyes—not that knowing earlier would have mattered, because knowing wouldn’t have changed the fact that he didn’t have any money.
“What’s wrong?” Hyde asked.
“I don’t have anything to give him.”
Jekyll placed the slices of bread in a large skillet, and the butter sizzled on contact. “No problem, we have some free time tomorrow, we can take you shopping then.”
“Um, yeah, let me clarify, I don’t have any money to actually buy him something.”
“We could—”
Cecil held up his hand. “Not much meaning in buying a gift with someone else’s money.”
Of course, I have bought plenty of things with other people’s money before, he thought in self-disgust.
Ugh, everything he owned was bought with someone else’s money. That was pretty pathetic.
A thought occurred to him. “Do you know anyone who would hire someone with no experience, and who happened to be a former thief?”
Former? The word felt like a lie, but not at the same time. It seemed part of him believed he wouldn’t have to steal again. Not all of his fears around what could go wrong could be silenced. But his yearnings for something better were too strong to surrender to those fears.
Jekyll’s back was to him and he was flipping grilled cheeses, so Cecil didn’t know what he thought of the idea, but Hyde was looking thoughtful.
Moments later, Jekyll turned and smiled. “I know just the place. It pays well too. Though…the man you’d be working for is a bit peculiar.” Jekyll plated three grilled cheeses and placed one in front of Cecil.
Raising his brow, Cecil asked, “What would I be doing?”
The man’s grin widened. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Cecil wasn’t sure he should trust that smile.