Chapter 18
I let my head fall, exposing more of my neck. “Take me. Right here, right now.”
He laughed, his chest rumbling against my belly. “What’s the matter, love?” he teased. His hand ducked between my legs, giving my cock a firm—yet not firm enough—squeeze. His thumb grazed over my tip, where I was already soaking through the cotton. “Can’t make it to the bedroom?”
“Fuck, no,” I admitted. My eyes fluttered shut.
Grateful to be sitting, I wrapped my arm around him to keep us plastered together as he worked me through the fabric.
My hips thrust into his hand, desperate for more friction.
I tried to speak, but words were useless with the way his fingers teased my shaft.
Even through the layer of fabric, I was close to losing it.
James stepped back, pulling me off the counter and holding me until I was steady. I unzipped his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. His hands curled around the hem of his shirt, and it followed the jacket.
I stopped him when he moved to remove his belt. “That’s mine.”
He held his hands up in surrender and I went for his buckle.
With less finesse than I would’ve liked thanks to my eager hands, I managed to work it loose, popping the button and lowering his zipper.
I spread the fabric apart, earning a moan from James as I finally took that beautiful bulge of his in hand.
He gripped onto my waist, stepping in close.
I pressed my mouth against his. My free hand pushed his jeans farther down his legs. I don’t know why I bothered; at the first sign of struggle, James whipped them off faster than I could’ve imagined.
We stood before each other, only two thin layers of fabric separating us.
I was forced to move my hand as he pinned me against the counter with his hips, our hard lengths grinding together.
I moaned into his mouth, then tilted my head to push my tongue into his mouth, the sound coming from me becoming more guttural when his fangs grazed against my tongue.
I broke the kiss, turning around and pushing back into him as I braced myself on the granite countertop. “This okay?” I asked.
“Perfection,” he whispered, rolling his hips over mine.
My fingers curled around the edge of the surface. He moved in behind me, brushing my hair out of the way and teasing his nose along the back of my neck. He paused when he reached the crook above my shoulder, letting his fangs trace over the sensitive skin. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
In a flash, my briefs were off, and my hand moved toward my dripping cock on its own.
I sighed as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, making slow, deliberate strokes as James kissed my skin.
His hand slowly migrated from my hip to around my side, tracing over my birthmark.
After a moment, his long fingers continued until they wrapped around my own, adding just enough pressure to make me moan.
“You look so good right now.”
I growled, an animalistic sound I didn’t know I was capable of making. James pressed in close, and I lost my breath as his hard length pressed into my lower back. His thumb captured a drop of precome threatening to fall. He held me up with one firm hand on my lower belly.
“Use your words,” he growled.
With my hands braced on the counter and James’s arm holding me up, I dropped my head and closed my eyes. The sharp tips of his fangs nicked my shoulder, and my pulse skyrocketed. It wouldn’t take much for those sharp teeth to pierce flesh.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
“What was that, love?”
My hand picked up pace. It was difficult to breathe, much less speak. “Fangs. Harder. More.”
I cried out as James dug in, thin scrapes along my shoulder blade. He sank in again, and I gasped as—at the same time—his cool, slick fingers slid between my ass cheeks. “Where the hell did you find lube?”
He laughed. “You think I came unprepared?” I shivered against the cold gel on my skin, and James warmed his hand up as he teased my eager hole. “Better?”
“Much.” I pushed back against his finger, craving the feeling of him pushing inside me. It’d been entirely too long since I’d been taken by someone, but I trusted James. I wanted to give him every part of me.
“I’ll need to take my time with you, won’t I?” he asked, slowly rimming me with his finger to relax my muscles.
“I don’t care if it hurts.”
“I do.” James pressed into me again, and I damn near whined when he removed his fingers. The only solace was that he twisted those fingers with the hand I was using to touch myself, sharing the lube with me. “Keep going, love,” he whispered as he removed his hand.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. A shiver shot down my spine, and I wasn’t sure if it was the new, slicked-up feeling of my shaft, or the name he kept calling me.
“Love.” The first time he said it, I felt a momentary spike of panic in my chest, but the sensation was fleeting, overturned by the part of me that didn’t want him to stop saying it—so I let it continue.
I didn’t have time to overthink it because James’s fingers quickly returned to my entrance, pushing in.
I sighed, torn between bucking forward to push my erection through my fist, or shoving backward to take more of him.
James was taking things agonizingly slow.
“Come on, vampire,” I breathed. “I know you can move faster than that.” I settled on rocking my hips back and forth, taking deep breaths to avoid coming before he got his cock inside me. Which, for my sake, I hoped happened soon.
“I’m working on it, love, but I can sure as hell go slower if you like.”
“Don’t even.” I groaned as one digit became two.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, his praise sending a jolt to my belly.
His free hand left my hip long enough to make his boxers disappear, and he grabbed the lube again.
“I need you to do something for me,” he said softly.
The cap on the bottle clicked, more cool liquid poured over me, and I heard the sound of James working it onto himself.
My cock pulsed in my hand in anticipation.
“What’s that?” I panted. My chest ached; I was grappling for every breath. I inhaled sharply as I felt the head of James’s cock line up with my hole—bare. “James—”
“Don’t worry, love: I can’t make you sick. But if you want me to use a condom, I will. Just say the word.”
He squeezed my hips. My nerves eased, and I shook my head. “What do you need me to do?”
His hand danced across my shoulder blades, flattening in the middle of my back and giving me a soft push, encouraging me to bend over at a slight angle, my left hand still gripping my dick like my life depended on it. “I need you to wait. Don’t come until I can have you in my mouth when you do it.”
“Christ,” I said through gritted teeth. I squeezed the base of my cock, staving off my orgasm. His words alone nearly made me lose it. “I’ll try.”
The hand he had on my back was replaced by his lips, and he stamped a kiss to the middle of my back. “Thank you. Now brace yourself.”
I got about half a second to do just that before I felt the burn.
James hissed behind me. I took a chance, glancing up at the window in front of me, unable to see anything through the steam gathered there.
Who knew you could fog up a window in such an open space?
My eyes fell shut again as James rocked his hips.
He took his time, spreading me open with each thick inch of his dick that disappeared inside me.
My hand returned to the countertop. I held on, trying not to erupt all over the granite.
James bottomed out, our hips pressed together while he paused for me to adjust to him. Little did he know, I didn’t have much time at all: I was close, and there was nothing that could bring me down from it.
“James, you have to move,” I strained. “I don’t have long.”
His lips dropped to my shoulder, and I felt the sharp tips of his fangs again.
My cock throbbed, begging to be touched, dripping all over the surface in front of me.
I dug my fingers into the countertop to fight the need to touch myself.
Then, with a sigh, James started to move, pulling back before snapping his hips forward and slamming into me.
The room fell into a haze of cries and moans as he set the pace, settling into a rhythm that matched the thrumming of my heart.
Every few thrusts, his cockhead grazed the spot that made my eyes roll back in my head.
I widened my stance and pushed back against him, craving more of that indescribable pleasure.
My head and body were at war. I never wanted it to end. My dick, on the other hand, had other ideas. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, James’s rhythm grew inconsistent. The next time his hips met mine, I reached back to hold him in place.
“Please…” I begged.
My begging finally sent him over the edge, his pace increasing to an inhuman speed before his cock pulsed, spilling inside me.
My ass spasmed around his bare length, milking the orgasm out of him, reveling at every twitch I felt.
His hand flattened on my belly again, holding me close as he rode out each wave.
I brought a hand up to rest against his, our fingers twisting together over the soft skin of my stomach.
My legs were weak and my breath came in short, quick bursts. I was wound tight and ready to burst. I tried to draw a deep enough breath to get words out, but before I could, James pulled out of me and guided me backward, lowering me onto a barstool he’d claimed from the breakfast bar.
Where I’d been reduced to a pathetic, panting mess, James looked completely put together. He wasn’t fighting to catch his breath, or sweating. Aside from the vibrant hue washing across his irises, you’d have never known he’d just had mind-blowing sex against my kitchen counter.
He lowered himself to his knees in front of me. His right hand went to my waist, thumb brushing over my birthmark while his left threw my leg over his shoulder. I wanted to watch him, but as he licked a path up my quivering shaft, my eyes shut of their own accord.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I reached down, combing my fingers through his hair. They tightened into a fist as he teased the tip of my dick. Wanting more, I guided his head down the length of it, feeding my erection into his mouth.
I knew I was doomed from the first suck.
As he took me to the hilt and I hit the back of his throat, I felt a tiny prick of his fangs at the base of my cock, and that was it.
My hips bucked off the stool, and I wobbled as I struggled to keep my balance.
My orgasm ripped through me. It caught even James by surprise, if the choking, coughing sounds he made were any indication.
He still managed to swallow me without missing a single drop.
Once he’d drained every ounce out of me, he sat back on his heels and used his thumb to wipe off his mouth.
I braced myself on the stool with a hand between my legs.
My other arm found purchase on his shoulder as I swayed in my seat.
“Maybe we should get you to bed,” he teased.
My head spun. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm in my life. My pulse was racing, my breath ragged, and my legs couldn’t seem to remember how to move. “I don’t think I can walk.”
“Damn, I’ve outdone myself. That usually doesn’t set in until the morning after.” At my sad attempt at a glare, James grabbed my hand and kissed my fingertips. “Leave that part to me.”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Stay. Even when I fall asleep.” I looked at the floor, feeling uncharacteristically bashful. “The morning after is my favorite part.”
James broke into a smile. “Deal.”