The Vampire’s Offer Will #3
"I'm not scared," I heard myself say, and it was mostly true. There was fear there, yes, but it was tangled up with something else. Excitement. Desire. The same reckless ambition that had driven me to transform my entire life.
"No, you're not," Raoul murmured, leaning closer until his lips were near my ear. "You're curious. You want to know what it would feel like."
"What would it feel like?" My voice came out rougher than intended.
"Everything." His free hand came to rest on my hip, his fingers cool through the towel. "My teeth on your skin. My body against yours. The surrender of control to someone who knows exactly what they want and how to take it."
I should have pulled away. This was insane. A client propositioning me in a bathhouse, and a vampire touching me like he had every right to. But my body had other ideas, leaning into his touch instead of retreating.
"This isn't very professional," I managed weakly.
Raoul laughed, a low, rich sound that vibrated through me. "No, it isn't. But tell me honestly, William. When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to? Not because it would advance your career or impress your colleagues, but simply because it felt good?"
I couldn't remember. Everything over the past year had been calculated, strategic. Even the gym had been about improving my image, not pleasure.
"That's what I thought," he said softly. "You've been so busy becoming successful that you've forgotten how to simply... feel."
His hand slid from my hip to the small of my back, pulling me closer until our bodies were almost touching. The temperature difference between us was startling. His skin cool, mine flushed with heat.
"I could help you remember," he offered. "If you'd let me."
"And the business arrangement?" I asked, clinging to some semblance of rationality.
"Will proceed exactly as discussed. I keep my professional and personal affairs quite separate, I assure you. Whether you accept my... other offer or not, you'll still manage my portfolio." His eyes met mine, dark and hypnotic. "But I very much hope you'll accept."
I looked around the bathhouse, at the other men engaged in various states of intimacy, at the steam rising from the water. This was so far outside anything I'd ever done. The old me would have run.
But I wasn't the old me anymore.
"Okay," I whispered. "Show me."
“Very good, William,” he said softly, placing a single kiss on my neck that sent shivers down my spine. “Let’s soak for a while.”
He leaned back and without any hesitation, dropped his towel to the floor. His cock swung free, a mound of dark hair above it that was well groomed, but natural. My eyes locked on the thick uncut shaft and the pink head peeking from under his foreskin. Even soft, it was a beautiful dick.
“Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand as he stepped into the steaming water.
I took a deep breath and dropped my towel next to his, trying not to be embarrassed that I was already half hard from his single kiss.
“Don’t be shy,” he said thoughtfully, eyes raking over my body as he pulled me into the water. “Your cock is beautiful and I love how responsive you are to my touch.”
My cheeks burned, but I took the compliment. Raoul led me to one of the benches at the edge of the pool, the pair of us sitting side by side. Hot water rose up past my nipples as I sat down, the heat enveloping me blissfully.
“Fuck…” I groaned.
“Feels good, yes?” Raoul smiled. “I come here quite often. Vampires are naturally cool, so it’s a good place to find some warmth.” He threw a grin my way. “In more ways than one.”
The implication made my cock twitch again. “Do… Do you find a lot of guys here to… do things with?” I wasn’t sure how to phrase the question in a way that didn’t sound accusational.
“Yes,” he nodded without hesitation. “I’ve taken many lovers here. Some nights I just watch, some nights I choose a single man, and some nights I fuck whoever shows interest.”
My cheeks burned again.
“And tonight,” he added, turning to me, his dark eyes glimmering in the dim light. “I’d like to watch you take some lovers.”
“You want to watch me?” I wasn’t sure how to react to that. “Like a cuckhold kind of thing?”
“In a way,” he nodded. “I get a lot of enjoyment out of watching others find pleasure. And I’d like to study you before we retire to my private room.
I want to see you unwind from that ambition for a while and just have fun.
” He gave me a knowing look. “I know you need the release. I can smell it on you. You haven’t cum in nearly a week, have you? ”
I didn’t know how, but he was right. I hadn’t cum in probably a week.
I’d been too busy with work and clients and deadlines and commissions to even shoot a quick load before bed.
And all my dating apps had been gone for months.
Dating and hookups were too much of a gamble and building relationships took time I didn’t have.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “You’re right. It’s been a while.”
Raoul's hand found my thigh under the water, his cold fingers a stark contrast to the heat surrounding us. "Then let's fix that, shall we?"
Before I could respond, he stood and called out to someone across the bath. A muscular green-skinned man with tusks and tribal tattoos winding up both arms looked over, his eyes immediately locking onto me with interest.
"Damien," Raoul said smoothly. "My friend here is in need of some attention. Would you care to join us?"
Damien grinned and started making his way over, the water rippling around his powerful frame. My heart hammered in my chest. This was really happening. I was about to hook up with a green-skinned stranger while a vampire client watched.
"Relax," Raoul murmured in my ear. "You're wound so tight. Let yourself enjoy this. Damien is a very gentle lover for an orc.”
Damien settled onto the bench on my other side, close enough that our legs touched under the water. Up close, I could see the intricate details of his tattoos. They seemed to move in the flickering light, almost alive and shimmering.
"Hey there," he said through his tusks, his voice a deep rumble. "First time here?"
"Yeah," I admitted, my voice coming out shakier than I wanted.
"Don't worry. We'll take good care of you." His hand joined Raoul's on my thigh, warmer, but far larger. The dual sensation made my cock fully harden beneath the water.
Raoul leaned back against the edge of the pool, watching us with those dark, hungry eyes. "Show him what he's been missing, Damien."
Damien didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing against my erection. I gasped at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.
"Sensitive," Damien observed with approval. He wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking slowly. "When's the last time someone touched you like this?"
I couldn't remember. Months? Maybe longer? The self-help book hadn't said anything about maintaining a sex life while pursuing success.
"That's what I thought," Damien said, reading my expression. His other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
His lips were soft but demanding, his tongue sliding into my mouth with confidence.
He was careful with his tusks, making sure not to hurt me.
I moaned against him, my hands coming up to grip his broad shoulders.
The kiss deepened as his hand continued working my cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head.
I broke away, gasping for air, and found Raoul watching us with intense focus. His hand was beneath the water, clearly stroking himself as he observed.
"Beautiful," Raoul breathed. "Keep going."
Damien’s mouth moved to my neck, kissing and sucking while his hand maintained that perfect rhythm on my cock. I was already embarrassingly close, my body starved for this kind of contact.
"I'm gonna—" I warned, my voice tight.
"Let go," Raoul commanded. "I want to see you come undone several times tonight.”
Three more strokes and I was gone, pleasure crashing through me as I came hard into Damien’s hand. My vision whited out for a moment, my whole body shuddering with release.
When I came back to myself, Damien was grinning at me while Raoul looked absolutely delighted.
"That was just the appetizer," Raoul said. He gestured to Damien to stand up. “Now it’s your turn to help him.”
The water sloshed beside me as Damien got to his feet.
His thick green cock stood proud above the water, hard and throbbing.
His shaft was green, a thick purple vein running along the side.
He reached down, pulling his foreskin back to reveal a massive pink cockhead that was leaking pre-cum into the bath below.
The moment I locked eyes with it, my mouth watered.
“Go ahead,” Raoul urged. “Show me how you please another man.”
I didn't need to be told twice. My recent orgasm had done nothing to diminish my arousal. If anything, I felt more alive, more present than I had in months. I shifted forward on the bench, bringing myself eye-level with Damien's impressive cock.
Up close, it was even more intimidating. Thick and veined, with that glistening pink head that seemed to pulse with need. I'd given head before, but never to an orc, and certainly never with an audience.
"Don't overthink it," Damien rumbled, his hand coming to rest gently on top of my head. "Just do what feels natural."
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat of him, the weight. My tongue darted out, tasting the pre-cum that beaded at his slit. Salty and slightly sweet. I licked around the head, tracing the ridge with my tongue while Damien let out a low groan of approval.
"That's it," Raoul's voice came from beside me, cool and encouraging. "Take your time. Savor him."