Chapter 26
With a frown, Sin set down the knife and peered back at Cecil. The man was unusually quiet.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
Cecil avoided his eyes. “Just more of the same. Personalities clashing and all that.”
“Has something happened?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
He doubted that. Sin knew that those at Dusburn were older than those at his other branches, but age had no correlation to maturity. There were many older immortals who were the definition of childish.
Sin didn’t want to believe that they would treat his lover cruelly simply because he was different. However, he could not fathom Cecil lying about such a thing.
He had known many of them for more than a millennia, but there were a few incidents where certain individuals had treated others not as kindly as they should have. Of course, Sin had reprimanded them for their actions. It seemed he must do so again now.
He refused to allow Cecil to be hurt. The man should be surrounded by people who would have his back, not those who would toss him away simply because of his slightly questionable past.
Reaching across the island, he grasped Cecil’s hands. “I’ll look into it, I promise.”
Cecil’s gaze was seeking as he peered up at Sin, but he nodded without a word.
Sin brought the man’s hands to his lips, grinning when Cecil’s cheeks pinkened. Releasing his hands, Sin leaned over the counter, cupped Cecil’s face, and pulled him into a kiss.
Cecil gasped, opening for him. Soon the simple contact became insufficient. When it came to Cecil, Sin could never get enough.
He pulled the very willing man over the counter and situated him on the edge. Cecil wrapped his legs around his waist, eliminating the space between them. The man ground his hard cock against Sin’s. On a moan, he relinquished Cecil’s mouth and caressed one of his lover’s long pointed ears.
He needed more. Sin needed skin. Grasping the hem of Cecil’s shirt, he pulled it off, and quickly worked on the rest of his clothing.
Besides tossing off the apron he had been wearing, Sin didn’t bother with his own.
Instead, he opted to just release himself from his slacks that had become tight as he’d hardened.
Bare before him, Cecil stared up at him with swollen lips and a heaving chest. Cecil’s cock was dripping, its tip a lovely shade of dark pink.
He was a sight to see. The scars just added to Cecil’s appeal—they spoke of a battle won.
Because that was what Cecil had done— the man had fought and survived, he had won.
One day, Sin intended to lick each and every one of those scars.
He flicked one of Cecil’s nipples, drawing out a soft cry. “Watching your skin flush with color is truly an invigorating sight.”
“Must you talk?” Cecil groused breathlessly. “It so ruins the mood!”
Sin chuckled. “Really?” He wrapped his hand around Cecil’s prick. “This tells me differently.”
Cecil’s cock twitched in his grasp—he could feel it throbbing. Giving it a gentle squeeze, Sin jerked it a few times before letting go.
Cecil arched and moaned. “You don’t play fair,” the man whined.
“Never claimed I did.” He rubbed his length against Cecil’s, causing both of them to groan. “Now, be good and let me enjoy my meal.” Sin pushed him onto his back. Despite Cecil’s dislike of being ordered around, the man let him do it.
Sliding to his knees, Sin swallowed Cecil to the root. The cry his lover let out was music to his ears. But when Cecil tried to thrust up, he gripped the man’s hips and held him down. That drew a protest that had Sin grinning evilly around the cock in his mouth.
Pulling back to the tip, he let Cecil’s pre-cum coat his tongue. The man started to wiggle and claw at the island, no doubt trying to move deeper into his mouth. And when Sin began to hum, Cecil’s struggles became frantic.
But he ignored Cecil’s desperation, and slowly inched his way down and back up his lover’s cock. By the time Sin gave the man what he wanted, Cecil was close to tears.
“Oh, Gods, please!” Cecil begged.
Sucking hard, Sin dug one of his fangs into the man’s length. The mixture of pain and pleasure set Cecil off. As cum shot down his throat, Sin swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop.
When he pulled off, Cecil let out a gasp and went lax on the counter. At that moment, Cecil looked absolutely debauched, and so very edible.
When his beast tried to come forward, a shiver of horror rolled through him—the creature had replaced the beautiful vision with one of blood and death.
“You will never touch him! I will kill us both first,” Sin roared at the creature.
Violently, he shoved it away. For once, his fury was not encouraging it. He refused to allow his beast to ruin the moment. Sin had just managed to banish his anger before Cecil propped himself up.
Sin groaned, his cock jerking at the look of hunger in Cecil’s eyes.
Cecil licked his lips. “Well, are you going to actually fuck me, or just continue to stare?”
“You and your mouth,” Sin growled. He grabbed the man and flipped him onto his stomach. It gave him a perfect view of Cecil’s rounded behind.
“You know you love it.” Cecil let out a delighted squeal when Sin turned him over—pinning his prick against the counter.
Something wet and hot trailed down from the cleft of his ass until it probed at his hole. Cecil gasped—oh, Gods, Sin was tonguing him! His spent cock twitched and began to harden. Yay, for fast recoveries!
But then that tongue was gone. He heard Sin walk away, and the fridge opened, along with a few cabinets.
Cecil blinked—was that the microwave he heard? What the hell?!
“Stay down,” Sin ordered huskily. The man had returned from whatever he had been doing, and pressed him back down against the counter when Cecil tried to look over his shoulder. Huffing, he relented.
Sin pushed Cecil’s knees up onto the island, causing his butt to raise. Right as he began to register how exposed he was, something cold plopped onto the skin above the curve of his ass. Cecil let out an undignified squawk.
His flesh tingled where it touched him. Whatever it was, it was dripping. He squirmed when the cool liquid slid down his crack, moaning as it dipped into his hole.
Then Sin’s tongue returned, lapping at the substance, replacing the cold with flames.
Sin once again penetrated him and Cecil cried out, “Oh, fuck!”
More of the liquid dropped on him, but this time it met with Sin’s tongue. It was a sensual combination. “What are you doing back there?”
“Eating,” Sin drawled, chuckling.
“What?!” Cecil gave into his urge to look.
He hadn’t been lying, Sin was licking ice cream off his ass. With a grin, Sin scooped up more from a carton, and turned the scooper over when it was above his butt.
Cecil shuddered. “Hey! I’m not a damn ice cream cone.”
“I must be doing this wrong if you can still talk,” Sin hummed.
Cupping Cecil’s ass, Sin returned to tonguing his hole.
Any protest was lost as Sin delved deeper inside him.
His fingers soon joined in, and all Cecil could do was cry out—his body rocking back into the thrust of Sin’s fingers and tongue.
The motion had the tip of Cecil’s cock rubbing against the marble counter, causing the surface to become slick with pre-cum.
Another substance, slipperier than the first, join the party. As Sin opened him up, Cecil feared he would come again before the main event.
Then suddenly the man’s fingers and tongue were gone, and Sin was plunging inside him without hesitation. Cecil screamed and moaned at the fast pace Sin set. The man drove into him again and again.
Somehow, he found the strength to look back—he needed to see Sin connecting with him. Fully dressed, Sin’s dress shirt and vest were no longer pristine but wrinkled. And for once, his hair was out of sorts.
Seeing his oh-so-proper man in such disarray, combined with watching Sin’s thick prick disappear inside him, was too much, and Cecil fell over the edge.
His cock jerked, and his body tensed as he came. And then he couldn’t seem to stop. With each fierce thrust, more cum was forced from his body, not stopping until Sin shouted above him.
Cecil laid there, ass in the air, struggling to breathe.
He winched when Sin’s soft prick slipped out of him, and he found he felt very empty…
and sticky. Part of Cecil wished he was even more so.
He wasn’t sure when Sin had put a condom on, but since he hadn’t felt anything splash inside him, Cecil knew he had.
Sin softly kissed the small of his back. “Are you all right?”
“Mm,” he grunted. “Sticky.”
Sin laughed and walked away, returning with a damp towel.
Cecil flushed as Sin wiped him down. There was something so intimate about it. Which was silly. He had just had Sin’s dick up his ass, not to mention his tongue—it didn’t get any more intimate than that.
The man maneuvered him until Cecil was once again sitting on the edge of the counter. Though he felt slightly wobbly this time.
Sin’s hand froze against him and his eyes narrowed. “What is that?” Sin asked sharply.
Cecil was confused until he realized where the vampire was staring. Now that it had fully formed, the bruise on his wrist was looking pretty nasty.
Deciding it would be best to not piss off the men more than he already had, Cecil lied. “Nothing, really. I just bumped into something.”
Glaring, Sin growled, “Bumping into something does not leave finger impressions.” The eyes looking back at him held a level of rage that he hadn’t thought Sin capable of.
Cecil gulped and rubbed his wrist. “Please…” he begged.
“Cecil—”
“Let it go, please.”
He watched Sin struggle with his emotions. Sin’s expression shifted between furious and murderous, before finally settling on deadly calm. “Fine, but this will be the only time. You will tell me if this happens again.”
That was definitely an order. Cecil was sure Sin would still warn his men. For their sake, he hoped they listened.