Chapter 26 Asher
I SHOWER QUICKLY after calling Lupercalia, dressing in sweats and a tee shirt then pouring myself a drink. I’m surprised Cord called like he promised he would, but I have no illusions that it wasn’t at least partly because he wanted to check in with Elaine. I’m glad she didn’t give him her number.
He arrives with the donors. I would love to have been a fly on the wall of the elevator to watch that awkward ride. Lazlo sent two I’m unfamiliar with, and I wonder not for the first time just how many people Lupercalia employs.
When I tell the donors we’re just interested in feeding–no sex–I get a smirk out of Cord, the only interaction he’s offered since entering the apartment.
He feeds quickly then pours himself a drink and settles back on the couch while I finish up and tip the donors.
Once they’re gone, I join him with my own drink.
“Thanks,” he says, finally breaking the silence.
“For what?”
“The blood.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know I should do better. I just, well, I forget sometimes. And don’t tell me how important it is. I know that.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything, though I do worry about you, especially since you could get injured in your work.”
He looks at me, his gaze probing. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you worry about me? I haven’t exactly been accommodating to you.”
I set my drink down and sit forward, meeting his eyes, sensing that he’s asking more of me than a simple question.
“Cord, it doesn’t matter whether you treat me good or bad.
I still love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I’ll love you until I take my final breath.
I may have been bad at showing it before, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
The ten years we were apart I was only half alive. ”
“It wasn’t easy for me either,” he murmurs.
Then why are we doing this, I want to ask. Why are we torturing ourselves when we could be together? It takes every ounce of control I have not to yell at him. To try to make him see this whole separation is driving us both insane.
I stand up and walk over to him, extending my hand. “Come with me.”
He looks up at me. “Where?”
“To my room.” I reach down and grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his. “Let me take care of you.”
“I don’t have time. I have to get back.”
“Make time. This is important. We’re important.”
I pull him to his feet, our faces inches apart, and I can see the lust spark in his cobalt eyes. He may deny it, but I know he wants me as much as I want him. We’ve always had that.
“Why can’t I say no to you?” he whispers as my lips brush lightly against his.
“For the same reason I can’t say no to you. Call it chemistry, call it masochism, call it whatever term you can accept. The simple truth is, we just work better together.”
And then I kiss him, my hand closing around the nape of his neck and fisting his hair, pulling him closer. Offering him no option for escape. It’s like we’re joined at the mouth.
Our bodies press together as the kiss deepens and I can feel his cock stiffening against me.
This.
This is what I need. What I crave.
He groans as I shove my tongue in his mouth and wrap it around his, sucking on it, nipping him. Tasting him. Needing him. If I could swallow him whole, I would.
His teeth clamp down on my lip to draw blood, and I return the favor. The warm metallic taste bursts in my mouth, sending sparks of lust shooting through my veins.
God I love this man.
I guide us toward my bedroom as I push his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I run my hands under his shirt, over his broad back, up his toned abs until I pinch his nipples. He shudders and thrusts against me, our cocks rubbing together.
Fighting each other.
Craving each other.
We’re both panting as he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Fuck.”
I chuckle deep in my throat. “Trying to.”
I run my tongue up his neck to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. Rimming the shell. Breathing into it.
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
I bite down on his ear, drawing more blood. Lapping it up. I can’t get enough of his taste.
He pulls back and sucks in a breath. “You’re crazy.”
“About you.”
We’ve reached the door to my room, and I turn us around and guide him toward the bed while sliding one hand down to unbutton his jeans. He slips his hands into the waistband of my sweats and pushes them down. I kick them aside and keep advancing us toward the bed.
When his legs hit the mattress, I push him back then reach down to pull off his boots, followed by his jeans, before ripping off my shirt. He does the same with his own shirt then leans back on his elbows and offers me that slow lazy grin that drives me nuts.
I never get tired of his body. With the scars and tattoos defining lean muscle, he’s a work of art. His eyes widen, the irises blown to black as he watches me.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I reach for the drawer to the bedside table.
I pull out a length of rope and uncoil it, running it through my fingers.
“Ash, we don’t have time for this.”
“Oh, I think we do. I think you need it as much as I do.”
And god knows I need it. I need to have him at my mercy. To watch him squirm.
To hear him beg.
To see him bleed.
I crawl up on the bed and grab his wrists, lashing them together. He tries to fight me at first, but then I rub my straining cock against his and he whimpers in compliance.
He lets me position him on the bed so I can fasten his bound wrists to the metal headboard. Then I stand back and look him over, stalking around the bed to take him in.
He’s magnificent lying there, his chest heaving, his weeping cock standing at attention. I have all I can do not to jump him right now, but I want to savor this. It’s been so long since I’ve had him like this.
He strains against the rope, whether it’s to test my knots or provide theater doesn’t matter. I’d tie his ankles but I want access to his sweet ass.
I crawl up the bottom of the bed, over his body, positioning my bent legs on either side of his chest, my cock resting heavy on his neck, leaving a trail of precum glistening on his skin. I wrap my hand around it and rise up on my knees, guiding it to his mouth.
“Open wide.”
His lips part and I shove inside, all the way to the back. He gags and I don’t give him a chance to regroup, keeping up the pressure, feeling his throat closing on my head.
The feel of his hot mouth around my cock is almost enough to make me come on the spot, but I suck in a deep breath and get myself under control. It wouldn’t do to blow it all before I even get started.
I lean forward, my head pressed against the headboard, my hands on either side of his head, holding him in place.
He struggles, his widened eyes tearing up, his mouth leaking drool as I begin to ease in and out of his throat.
My pace is slow and deliberate at first, but soon I pick it up, pounding his throat.
Reveling in his struggle to keep up with the punishing rhythm.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “You look so good choking on my cock.”
The thing about vamps; we can survive a long time without oxygen. I test that theory as I keep up the pressure, fucking his mouth so deep he doesn’t have the chance to breathe.
And he takes it. Hell, thrives on it. I can see by the way his eyes are shining through the tears. This is something we both need.
I fuck his mouth until I feel myself getting close, then pull out and crouch over his body, my cock falling heavy against his. I grab both and slide my hand over the slickened heads, using his precum to lubricate my movements as I pump us both together.
He squirms beneath me, straining for more, and I oblige him, bringing us both to the brink before backing off again.
“Don’t stop.”
I chuckle as I dip my head to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, our mouths colliding, my tongue wrapping around his, tasting myself.
I pull away, leaving him breathless, and trail my tongue down his chin to his neck.
His back arches to meet me as I bite down, drawing his blood.
Filling my mouth then letting it drip from my lips to paint his neck.
I move lower and close my mouth around his nipple then bite down again. Leaving another red stain.
“Ash.”
“Shh.” I lick the blood off my lips and continue my oral explorations while my hand finds his cock again, my thumb massaging the precum-slickened head. Digging into the slit so he twitches and shudders, his teeth clenching while my mouth moves lower, nibbling at his flesh. Breaking his skin.
Bleeding him.
Tasting him.
I’m drunk on his blood, but I leave more smeared across his tattooed flesh. A Picasso in shades of black and red. I want to capture the sight, to drink him in. To lap up the mess I’ve made of him.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur.
My hand works his cock until he’s rock hard, his back arching, his pelvis straining toward me, and then I back off, pressing my thumb against his slit again. He growls in frustration.
His struggles only serve to urge me on. I pump his cock a few more times, enough to leave him gasping for relief, then stop and squeeze while he writhes against me for friction.
“Ash, you sadistic fuck,” he gasps.
“Oh baby, you say the sweetest things.”
I give his cock another squeeze, and he bucks against my hand, whimpering for release, but I set up a pattern of squeeze and hold, keeping him right on the edge. The pace is torture for both of us. I don’t know how long I can keep it up, and yet I never want it to end.
He pulls at the rope, trying to free his hands, and I know he’d flip me over if he could get free, but I have faith in my knots. I’ve done this to him too many times.
I crawl down his body and grab his ankles, pushing his legs over my shoulders to give me access to his ass. Before I take him there though I mark him again, biting his groin. Smearing the blood up to his cock.
So beautiful.
Mine.
The word repeats in my mind like a mantra as my tongue flicks out and teases his hole before flattening and licking along his taint. He whimpers and squirms, wiggling his ass against me.
I dig my tongue into his hole, straining to get as deep as I can.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts. “More. Please. I…fuck.”
I chuckle to myself as he twists and bucks against the rope. If he could only see how gorgeous he looks like this, coming undone before me with my marks on his flesh and his blood smeared over them. I wish I had video of it so I could watch it whenever we’re apart.
“Fuck me, Ash.”
“I will.”
As soon as I get my fill of your taste.
While I tongue fuck his hole, I reach up to squeeze his cock again. He whimpers and strains against my hand as his eyes find mine, his face slack with lust. A small trail of drool leaks from the corner of his mouth, and I find myself wanting to lick it clean.
But first I need to edge him to the brink of madness. I push one finger in his hole to join my tongue and find his trigger. Probing his sweet channel. I know I’ve found my target when he nearly jumps off the bed.
I add a second finger and press against his prostate while I squeeze the head of his cock until it’s swollen and red.
He’s whimpering and cursing me, panting like he’s run a marathon, and while I should have mercy on him–god knows my own cock is about to burst–I can’t seem to stop. Not until he comes completely apart.
“I need to come. Please. Let me come.”
The only reason I stop is because I need it as badly as he does. I take one last swipe at his ass with my tongue then trail it up his crack to his balls. Sucking them into my mouth. Rolling my tongue over them until he’s whimpering incoherently again.
I release his balls and run my tongue up the veiny underside of his cock, flicking it back and forth up and down his length. He groans as I close my mouth around the head, tonguing his slit, then pulling back and releasing him.
His cock looks painfully hard and almost purple. I know it won’t take much to get him off now. I push up off him and reach across to the bedside table to grab the lube.
“Finally,” he sputters.
“Just for that I should make you wait longer.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I grin as I squirt some of the lube in my hand and drive two fingers into his ass, running them up and down until I find his prostate again. He bucks up from the bed, his body straining against the rope.
“Jesus fuck.”
As much as I enjoy teasing him, I need to be buried in his ass. I remove my fingers and rub my cock up and down his crack.
“Just fuck me, Ash.”
I inch my head inside, past the outer ring of muscle before pausing. Feeling his tight hole gripping me like a vice.
It takes all my control not to thrust all the way in, but this is as much about him as it is me.
About bringing him to the brink of insanity.
His huge cock is leaking precum in a steady stream now that mixes with the blood I smeared there.
Another beautiful sight, and I take a moment to fully appreciate it before ever so slowly thrusting forward, stuffing his ass full with my cock.