Chapter Twenty-Three
Kip
Dream Date
“You’re back! I was worried about you.” Charlie smiles up at me from the blanket he has spread over the grass in the clearing.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been working hard to get out of here, and I’ve been dead tired each night so I didn’t dream.” I collapse next to Charlie, resting my head on his thigh.
Charlies fingers thread through my waves. “Has it been alright?” He scratches my scalp, and I let out a quiet rumble of happiness.
I can’t see him in the real world yet, but seeing him in my dreams is better than nothing.
“I’m trying my best. And I’m getting better. Tyson doesn’t make it easy though.”
“Yeah, well, Tyson is a fucking dick.”
I huff a laugh against Charlie’s jeans. “I miss you. I can’t wait until I can see you for real. I wanna take you on a real date.”
“Oh, yeah? And where would you take me?” I can hear Charlie’s smile in his voice.
“Probably back to my bedroom.” I give Charlie a sneaky smile.
Charlie smacks my head gently, snorting a laugh. “How romantic.”
“What can I say, I’m a real Casanova.” I waggle my brows. “I’m teasing. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go, Charlie.”
“Well, now is probably a good time to tell you that I hate going out in public, so honestly, a date in your bedroom doesn’t sound half bad. I’m not exactly a social creature.” He chews his lip, his cheeks darkening with pink.
“You say that as if it’s a big secret. I like your quietness. And if a cozy date at home is what you want, then a cozy date at home is what you’ll get.”
Before Charlie, I was all about being a party boy. Going out several nights a week, taking a different person home every time. But I think I’m finally maturing or some shit, because spending time home alone with Charlie is exactly what I want to do once I’m out of my prison.
“I’d like that.” Charlie whispers, grinning down at me. “I mean, since this is a dream, can’t we make it into whatever we want it to be? We could treat this as a date. If you want.”
“Hmmm…” I hum, a devious smile forming on my lips. “That depends. Do you kiss on dream first dates?”
Even from here, I can see Charlie’s pupils dilate. His blood whooshes through his body, his heart thrumming faster.
Charlie’s breathing quickens. “With you? Yes.”
Sitting up quickly, I crawl up Charlie’s body, pushing him backwards to lay down.
He follows my movements, settling gently against the blanket, with his dark hair fanning out around his head.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as his pulse flutters in his throat.
The sight of his racing pulse makes me groan. How I want to taste him again.
Charlie notices my fangs popping out. “You can have my blood, if you want it.”
“This is a dream, I don’t know if that works. But I do want it, badly. You taste so sweet. If I had my way, I’d only drink from you from now on.” My voice comes out in a husky lisp. I’m still not used to speaking with my fangs.
“I want you to try. Please.” Charlie’s cock grows hard against mine.
I dip my head down, brushing my lips and the tips of my fangs over his neck. “How could I ever say no to you?” His sweet smell invades me, wrapping around my senses like a warm blanket. Even though I’m stuck in this hell, Charlie feels like safety. He’s my escape.
Charlie pants below me, his fingers tangled in my hair as he presses me down against his skin. “Please.” He rasps.
Placing gentle kisses and nips against his neck, not breaking skin, I take my time tasting the saltiness of his flesh. He writhes beneath me, letting out soft little moans each time my fangs brush against him.
When I can’t take it anymore, I nip his skin harder, letting my teeth break through until his nectar-like blood pools on my tongue.
I groan around the taste, taking small pulls of Charlie into my mouth.
He shivers, his hips thrusting up against me, and his hard length slotting against mine.
I gasp, the feeling of his blood rushing into my system, as well as sparks of lightning that light behind my eyes every time our cocks brush, overwhelming me.
I want to keep drinking. I never want this to end. But even though it’s a dream, I’m scared to hurt Charlie.
My tongue brushes over the puncture marks in his skin, lapping up the last drops of blood.
Charlie’s body is loose beneath me, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he looks up at me. Our lengths haven’t lost any hardness, still pressing against each other while our hips slowly rut together.
“Here, take some blood. Even if this isn’t real, I don’t want to leave you wounded.” I offer him my freshly bitten palm, with a small pool of blood in the center.
After he drinks, he says “Do you think that actually fed you? Probably not, right?” Charlie smiles softly at me.
“Well, I mean, I’ve had dreams before that definitely ended with some wetness, so if I can cum in my sleep, maybe I can feed too?” I huff a laugh. I can believe I’m talking about wet dreams with Charlie.
His gaze turns heated again. “Should we test the wet dream theory too, while we’re at it?”
“You’re kind of a naughty one, aren’t you?” I lean back on my heels, my eyes raking over Charlie’s lean form.
Charlie giggles. “Honestly, no one has ever accused me of that before. But I feel…comfortable…in an odd way, with you.” The blush returns to his cheeks, his teeth tugging on his lower lip.
“It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with you being in on my deepest, darkest, vampiric secret or anything like that, I’m sure.” My fingers trail along the exposed strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up.
“It probably doesn’t bode well for my mental soundness for me to trust you more since you revealed your biting tendencies to me.
” Charlie’s breath hitches when my hands slide up to cup his ribs.
“Although maybe I was never really mentally sound to begin with. But your vampy-ness does the opposite of turn me off.” His hips buck up underneath me, the hard press of his dick against the cleft of my ass.
My hands travel higher, thumbs brushing over Charlie’s nipples, which tighten at my touch. I ruck his shirt up under his chin, examining every inch of his exposed torso like I want to memorize it.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Charlie.” I scoot down his legs, and then lean forward to press kisses along his sternum. I suck on his skin, leaving little red marks in the wake of my mouth. My thumbs brush over his nipples, circling them, and drawing whines from Charlie’s throat.
I pull one of the tight buds into my mouth, nipping at it while flicking with my tongue. My right hand continues circling and pinching his other nipple. Charlie grinds up against my stomach, seeking any friction he can get.
Releasing his nipple with a wet pop, I slide up to capture his mouth again. “Are you a needy boy, Charlie?” I rasp against his lips.
He whines lowly. “Yes. Please.”
“Yes, what, sweetheart?” My free hand cups Charlie’s chin, tilting his face how I want it, so I can slide my tongue deeper into his mouth.
Charlie moans into the kiss, sucking on my tongue greedily. Fuck, Charlie is a needy slut and it is fucking everything.
We break for a breath, Charlie panting against my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.” The whiskey color of his eyes is consumed by the blackness of his pupils.
I hum, sinking into another dirty kiss. “That sounds like literal fucking heaven but…I kind of want to experience that with you for the first time in real life. Not that this all isn’t amazing, but it’s not real.
I’ve never actually…cared…about sex before.
But I care with you. More than care, if I’m being honest.”
The lust in Charlie’s eyes softens. “Okay. I get that. And I think you’re right.” He takes a deep breath. “Maybe we should hold back. I kind of want to experience all of this for real…with you…” He looks away, shyly.
Tilting his chin until his eyes meet mine again, I smile down softly at him and press a tender kiss to his sweet, kiss swollen lips.
“I’ve never held back like that with anyone.
I’m usually all for hooking up, but in the past it’s all been meaningless.
This means something to me, Charlie. It means everything. ”
His eyes glitter with tears. For a second, I think I’ve hurt him, or said something that was too much, too fast.
“It does for me too.” Charlie pulls me down to him, wrapping his arms around my neck to kiss me again.
I wake up with a smile on my face, and a boner in my pants. Even though we said we wouldn’t go further until we’re in person again, that doesn’t mean I’m not all sorts of keyed up. And I’ve got nothing else to do. And, well, this boner ain’t gonna take care of itself.
I’ve got a spit soaked hand wrangling my raging hard-on, so fucking close to cumming, when the door to the basement slams open.
I wish I could say that I tuck my dick away quickly and no one is any the wiser but…that’s not what happens.
I’m literally on the verge of cumming when the door startles me, but at this point it’s too late.
The light from the stairwell floods the space, and gives Tyson an eyeful of my load spurting through my fist and all over my exposed torso.
Jet after jet streaks across my skin, and Tyson watches with his jaw dropped and shock on his face.
I bite my lip, trying to stifle the groans of pleasure, but that dream date with Charlie has me all sorts of worked up, and there is no stopping the harsh pants and moans as my load floods the dips of my abs.
I clench my eyes closed, trying to calm my breathing as I come down from the hardest orgasm I’ve had in a week. “H-hey, Tyson…” I stutter.
Tyson clears his throat, and palpable discomfort flows off of him in waves. “Uh…hi?”
I peek through one squinted eye. “Err, could you like, turn around or something? You’re making this super weird.”
And he is, because his face is flushed, his chest is heaving, and he’s staring at my slowly softening cock and the cum coating my stomach.
“What?” He snaps out of his stupor. “Oh shit, sorry! I’ll just, uhhh, I’ll be right back!” He doesn’t even bother to shut the basement door behind him as he scrambles back up the stairs.
Man, if I wasn’t locked inside this cage, that open basement door would lead me to freedom. And to Charlie.
Several minutes after I finished wiping myself up with the one blanket I have in this cell, Tyson finally comes back. A light sheen of sweat coats his face.
“You done?” He sneaks a look at me out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to face me head on. Which, I get. I did just blow my load right in front of the guy.
“Yeah, all good, bro.” I try to sound nonchalant. I’ve never shot my spunk in front of a bro before. Sure, I’ve done it with loads of dudes and dudettes, but not one I considered a friend. “Does this make us friends with benefits?” I ponder. “Cuz, no offense, but I’m not into you like that.”
Tyson crosses his arms and glares at me. “Excuse you? I’m fucking hot, dude. And also…also, I’m like, totally not interested in you either. You’re…you’re…gross. Yeah, disgusting. Dicks make me wanna vomit, unless it’s my own. So…yeah…”
Well, damn, that was uncalled for. “Woah, you didn’t need to go that far. That hurt my feelings.”
“Sorry…sorry…you’re not gross.” Tyson rubs his palm over his face. “Can we just move on from this whole situation? We should probably get to work.”
“Right, yeah. Let’s fucking do this!”