Chapter 10
Theo
Theo watched Peter, wondering what the vampire would do next.
He’s hot. In that cold, detached way. Aloof.
Yeah, that’s the word. Peter cupped his cheek.
He saved me. I shouldn’t think of him as my savior.
I know better. He’s a client, and clients don’t do that.
They don’t come in here to find true love.
It’s not like I started the cam job to find true love either.
He’s just hot, and I’m a little bit horny, so this can’t hurt.
Peter lowered his hand, and the spot on Theo’s cheek felt cold.
“Take off your clothes, Puck.”
Peter’s voice was softly commanding. Theo shivered. He obeyed, stripping slowly, not like he’d done last night. This he had learned to do under Celeste’s tutelage, slowing down, using his hand like a magician to direct a client’s gaze.
This is easy. Look at him stare, look at him doing what I want. This is like it used to be with the camera. No, he’s here. He’s not like those guys in the chats.
Theo held Peter’s gaze as one button after another came undone.
He stopped halfway, slid his hand under his shirt to pinch his nipple, then bit his lip to let Peter imagine what that would feel like.
Peter sucked in a breath and… Instant gratification, so much so that Theo continued touching himself.
He moaned, trying to make it sound like he wanted to keep quiet but couldn’t.
He watched Peter struggle for composure while he sat there at the foot of the bed, enjoying the show.
Can I get him to move? Can I get him to touch me?
Theo let the shirt slide off one shoulder. He cupped his own cock through his pants and let his head sag back, his other hand in his hair, turning just enough that Peter could see most of him.
Then he moaned. “Ah, yes.” He glanced at Peter. Don’t I look helpless? Help me, come on.
Peter’s nostrils flared, and he moved, approaching slowly and keeping eye contact.
“Puck, I think you need help undressing. Tell me how your fantasy goes.” He finished unbuttoning Theo’s shirt and tossed it to the ground. “Tell me exactly how it goes.”
Theo tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “This isn’t like your damn contract.”
“No, it’s not.” Peter’s eyes fell to the nipple Theo had been working a moment ago. “But you see, you may not like my ideas at all.”
Peter’s head drifted forward, and the distance between them vanished. His mouth was on Theo’s neck, tongue licking over the pulse point, just where he’d bitten the night before. Theo froze.
Peter stopped and pulled back. “No. Relax. I won’t do that tonight.”
Theo forced his muscles to relax. “I know that.” He shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
Peter nodded. He ran his fingertips over Theo’s shoulder, drew a few circles there, then let the soft touch drift down to the forearm.
Theo shivered. Saying I’ve never been touched like this is stupid, right? But no one’s ever been this slow. This soft.
“Your fantasy, Puck,” Peter demanded.
Theo bared his teeth. “Can’t you just run with what I gave you?”
Peter looked at Theo and raised one icy eyebrow. “Stretch you open with a toy?”
Theo gestured. “There’s a good selection in that drawer.”
“Hmm. That’s not much to go on, but very well. Tell me, would you like a plug or a dildo to start?”
“Dildo.”
Theo felt his cheeks heat. What the fuck? I’ve done this before. I’ve done more than this, way more, on camera and off. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Vibrating?”
Theo swallowed. “Yes.”
Peter nodded. “Your pants need to come off now, Puck.”
Theo had almost gotten hard during that conversation, and he wasn’t sure exactly why that was. All Celeste’s advice and training about going slow had gone more or less out the window.
Theo took his pants off while Peter opened the drawer and inspected the selection of toys, his hands gliding over them, touching, picking one up and examining it.
Fuck. He’s turning the tables on me. He knows I’m watching.
Peter’s eyes twinkled. “Get on the bed. Whatever position you like.”
There was no edge of command there, none at all, but still, Theo wanted to do exactly what Peter had told him to. He’s hot, that’s why. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying spending time with a hot guy.
Theo flopped onto his belly, his legs far apart and his ass accessible to whatever Peter had picked.
Silence filled the room. Theo was tempted to look over his shoulder, but he figured this was Peter trying to get him to move first this time around.
I’m not going to give in to him, not this easily.
Finally, Peter’s weight made the mattress between Theo’s legs dip. “You know how to present yourself, Puck. It is…a delightful sight. You look very soft.” A finger stroked over Theo’s right butt cheek. “Such pink skin.”
“Glad you like what you see.”
Theo sounded more confident than he felt. He had no idea whether Peter was able to sense that, but he continued to run the tips of his fingers along Theo’s butt, drawing secret patterns against his skin.
“Oh, I doubt you are as experienced as you make it sound, Puck. It’s not a secret what I am here to do. Remind me again, what am I here to do?”
Peter’s touch on Theo’s cheek was a caress, much like it had been earlier on Theo’s arm. For some reason, that soft touch did more wicked things to Theo than a firm grip would have in that moment.
“You’re here to break me in, vampire,” Theo finally said.
Peter made a satisfied noise. “That’s right. Break you in, make sure you know what it is to take cock any way your client wants you to.”
Theo shivered, and heat began to build in his belly. “Well, are you going to get started finally?”
Peter hmm-ed. “Clearly, you need a firm hand.” And the tender strokes shifted suddenly. Now, Peter was digging his fingers into Theo’s flesh and exposing Theo’s hole even more. “Pink all over. I like that.”
A wet trickle of lube made Theo jerk under that firm hold, and Peter growled—not the frail human sound Theo had made earlier, but something wilder, sharper. Theo stilled, but to his own surprise, he wasn’t frozen in fear. This was anticipation, and it was soon rewarded.
Peter used his other hand to spread the lube around on the outside. His fingers teased the sensitive skin, and every time he got close to Theo’s hole, Theo held his breath and prayed Peter would finally open him up.
“Just to be clear, Theodore, this is actually what you want?” Peter’s voice was a whisper. “I’ll stop if it isn’t.”
Theo ground his teeth. “Dude, you really can’t tell? Yeah, this is what I want, like I told you.”
“Don’t mouth off, my dear. I have to be sure.”
Theo didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure he knew how.
Then Peter pushed into Theo’s hole with a lubed finger.
Heat and chills mingled, and when Peter worked Theo in slow strokes, it was enough to make every other thought scatter.
Theo was achingly hard, and he ground his hips to get some friction, any friction, while Peter was giving him an expert level prostate massage.
I should be doing that. That should be my job. How is he so freakishly good at this?
“So good,” Theo mumbled against the sheets, so quietly he was sure Peter wouldn’t be able to hear.
“Is it? Is there truly nothing that could improve this?”
Clearly, the damn lawyer vampire was fond of his rhetorical questions, because as soon as he’d said it, he gave Theo a second finger and some harder strokes against that sweet, sweet, aching spot inside of him.
Theo knew that if this went on, he’d come right where he was lying, ass up in the air, grinding against the coverlet. Yet Peter, as far as Theo knew, was still fully dressed. It wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go.
“Are you…just going to make me wait?” Theo managed between gasps. “You get off on just watching?”
“Maybe I do tonight. Or maybe I like you desperate.”
With that, Peter pulled out of Theo, and Theo let out a string of frustrated curses.
“Are you feeling desperate, Puck?”
“Fucking vampire bastard,” Theo said, only to regret the words a moment later. He hadn’t actually wanted to insult Peter.
What if he takes it as an insult? What if he just gets up and leaves? Something akin to panic bubbled up in Theo.
“You do have a mouth on you, don’t you?”
Peter sounded calm. He wasn’t leaving then, and if his voice was any indication, he wasn’t taking it personally.
Or maybe he did? Is this even still a fantasy, or is this…what else? What else would anyone come here for?
Theo could no longer tell how he’d gotten here—not into this room, he understood that.
But how he’d gotten here with Peter, a vampire who was after Theo for no other reason than the addictive quality of his blood?
How am I suddenly so fucking eager for his touch, for him talking to me as he fucks me with his fingers?
“Just fuck me already,” Theo said.
He sounded off, even to himself. Confused.
Needy. Angry. He didn’t dare look over his shoulder, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle what he’d see in Peter’s face.
Fuck. I’m kidding myself if I think it would be anything other than lust. Remember where you are, Theo.
This isn’t a movie. This isn’t a love story. This is life.
“All in good time, Puck. You’re getting the toy I picked out for you first, so spread those legs of yours. Spread them wide.”
Theo gasped and immediately complied. It meant less friction, and he felt so ready to come that the loss made him groan.
“Yes, very good.” Peter’s fingers skimmed along the inside of his thigh. Theo could hear lube being liberally applied to silicone, and Peter slicked more over Theo’s heated skin, making him flinch with anticipation. “Now let’s see about getting you ready.”
Peter pushed the dildo into him. With how intensely Theo’s high had built, he craved every sensation that came with being filled. He heard himself making obscene noises, muttering things, but it didn’t matter. Only feeling mattered right now.
Whether Peter could read Theo’s mind or whether the vampire read something in Theo’s reactions he didn’t know, and it made no difference. Peter was soon on top of Theo, his mouth hovering over Theo’s shoulder, over Theo’s neck, silky clothes brushing over Theo’s oversensitive skin.
“I’d say you’re taking to this well, Puck,” Peter whispered. He was close enough that his breath brushed Theo’s ear, close enough to make Theo shiver against the still fully dressed vampire.
Theo never got the chance to form a response, because just like he had asked, Peter had selected a toy with a vibration setting. He turned it on.
Theo gasped and bucked under Peter, his head jerking up forcefully enough that there was a moment when Theo was afraid he might accidentally headbutt Peter.
“Yes, I like that. You’ll do nicely, Puck.”
Theo was grinding down against the comforter again, but there was only so much friction he could get with Peter on top of him.
Peter had his own ideas. He rubbed against Theo’s ass in a lazy rhythm, and the pressure of Peter’s body made the toy shift, bringing wilder, deeper sensations. Theo’s every nerve ending had gone into sizzling overdrive.
“Fuck,” he heard himself say. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Peter turned the setting on the dildo up a notch.
That was all it took to push Theo over the edge. He came in rough, near painful waves, his body still pressed between Peter and the bed, his nervous system flooded with ecstasy, the shock making him feel like he’d been dunked into ice water.
“Hmm, Puck. You liked that. I can smell the pleasure on you,” Peter said against Theo’s ear.
Theo wanted to set the record straight, wanted to let the vampire know that, no, he had not liked that, he had just been doing his job.
Except I did. But I can’t tell him that.
Peter was still on top of him, still slowly dipping his hips against Theo. But what Peter wasn’t doing was unbuckling his damn belt and taking his own dick out, and it was frustrating, not least because Theo could feel that erection rubbing against his ass and nudging the toy there.
“You want me to put a condom on you, or do you want me to stay like this?” Theo asked.
“I’ve quite enjoyed myself already, Theodore,” Peter said, a low growl still making the words resonate. “Just allow me a few more minutes like this.”
Theo snorted—not the easiest thing in this position and with a vibrating dildo up his ass. “I don’t like blue balling my clients.”
There was a pause that Peter filled with touch, his fingers lavishing gentle strokes along Theo’s arm to his wrist, to the back of his hand, his knuckles still white where he’d dug his fingers into the sheet.
“Tell me…tell me you have decided to sign the contract, Theo.”
Ah, the contract. My blood. I almost forgot about that.
“Are you going to fuck me if I say yes, or do I have to say no to get your cock?” Theo asked, sounding more angry, more agitated than he was.
“Just tell me what you have decided.” Peter’s fingers still caressed Theo’s arm, and goose bumps had spread all over Theo’s body. “This is not a tit-for-tat situation. I simply want to know.”
Theo ground his teeth. “Fine. Fine. I will sign your damn contract.” He let out a ragged breath. “Now, please. I need—I can’t let you leave here unsatisfied.” He lifted his hips as much as he could to meet Peter’s groin. “You paid for a night of pleasure, so take your pleasure.”
Peter growled, wilder, deeper, but even though the vampire’s mouth, his teeth, were mere inches away from Theo’s skin, Theo didn’t fear him.
“Theodore…”
“Do it. Break me in. That’s my fantasy. You said you were going to give me my fantasy.”
“Very well. Very well, Puck. You’ll get whatever you want from me tonight.”
That wasn’t something Theo had ever expected to hear when he’d signed on to work here. It wasn’t what he’d ever expected to hear out of the mouth of a vampire either.