Chapter 9 #2
“All vampires with a penis.” I get a few fleeting seconds to admire his lithe, naked body and hard, leaking cock before he reaches out and pinches my left nipple, then closes the distance between us and bends to suck on it, his hand sliding down to close around my dick, giving an extra little rub over the quills.
And then he bites, and I groan.
“We should—” He tightens his grip on my cock, and I suck in air. “Lube! Going to need it,” I choke out. How the fuck did he manage to turn the tables on me this fast?
He pulls off my nipple with a wet pop and straightens, his face smug as he gives me a little shove toward the hallway. “Let’s go. We need you nice and slick.”
Okay, so he’s topping this time. I can live with that.
I lead the way, moving fast—there’s no point pretending I’m not eager.
I don’t hesitate as I pass Noah’s bedroom, heading to mine instead.
I’m sure he’s got lube in there, but he’s never been in my room before, and that gives me the home ground advantage—plus, we’ll be using my lube. Sexual power games are complicated.
I don’t give him time to look around, going straight to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube there and then stretching out on my back on the bed, slicking up my fingers and making a show of prepping myself.
He’s on me immediately, taking the bottle and squeezing more lube onto his cock. Then he freezes.
“We don’t need a condom, do we?”
I shake my head. “We don’t get STIs. We can use one if you’re worried about mess—if you’ve got any—but I can’t give you anything, and I can’t catch anything from you either.”
“A little mess never hurt anyone,” he murmurs, his gaze intent on where my fingers disappear into my ass. “Remember that when I come all over you.”
I laugh, a low, dirty sound. “Same. I’m going to rub my cum into your skin and make you wear it to work. Everyone will be able to smell you on me, and they’ll know your hate can’t stand up to how much you want me.”
His breath hitches, and his cock seems to swell even harder.
“Are you done, or do you think you’re a virgin about to take a Coke can?”
Who knew trading insults during sex could be so fun? I pull my fingers free and quirk a brow at him. “Have at it. Let me know if you need instructions. I’ll try not to fall asleep.”
The sound he makes is half growl, half chuckle, and as he moves between my legs, he bends forward to bite my pec. He seems to have quite a thing for biting, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to introduce him to age-old vampire sexual habits.
The head of his cock probes against my hole, catching on the rim in a way that makes me twitch all over, and then he’s pushing forward, not rough but steady and unrelenting, not giving me time to adjust.
I love it.
He immediately sets up a punishing rhythm, smooth, fast thrusts that stimulate every nerve ending and don’t allow me to catch my breath. But I’ve forgotten more about sex than he can ever learn in his lifetime, and I brace my feet and begin Kegel exercises.
His shout is music to my ears.
In response, he shifts his grip on my hips to one hand and closes the other around my cock, applying firm pressure at the base. I’m not going to be able to come with him holding me like that… is he going to edge me?
He won’t last long enough. Not with the tricks I have up my sleeve.
I’m just about to add a special twist to my exercises when he smiles and says, “You’re pretty flexible, right?”
In the next instant, he’s lifting my left leg off the bed and propping it over his shoulder, changing the angle of my body, and then he adjusts his position slightly and starts thrusting again, his hand still tight around my dick, and my brain explodes.
The sound that comes from me is something between a pig’s squeal and a hoarse shout.
“Fuck me, how can you feel this good? It’s fucking witchcraft,” he gasps, sweat rolling down his face. “Are… you… ready… to come?”
“Go harder,” I groan, and he leans forward, forcing my leg closer to my torso and changing the angle again.
We both shout, and then he lets go of my cock and thrusts twice more as cum spurts from me all over his stomach and chest before collapsing against me.
“That was fucking incredible,” Noah pants. “We’re going to do this all the time . And not just because your room is even better than mine.”
A laugh bursts out of me as I struggle to reengage my brain. “Sure. Yes. Whatever you want. Just as long as you do that again.”
He heaves himself off me, pulls out carefully, and rolls onto his side to look at me. “You really piss me off sometimes.”
Whoa. That’s not what I expected. “You don’t have to do it if you really don’t want to.” I didn’t quite manage to hide the injured edge to my voice. “I thought you enjoyed it—you certainly seemed to like my reaction.”
He shakes his head, chuckling. “No. I mean, yes, I did enjoy it, and I want to make you make that noise again, but I wasn’t talking about that.”
Whew. Because I definitely want him to do it again. That was fucking hot. “What are you talking about— Oh. You mean in general.”
“Yeah. You just… really rub me the wrong way. A lot.”
Why does this feel like less of a victory all of a sudden?
“And you do it to everyone. I didn’t get why they were all okay with it.
Alistair and Elinor are weird anyway, so that kind of makes sense, but why doesn’t Gideon ever try to murder you?
And David… you’re at him all the time, and he just puts up with it.
Sure, he’s a super calm and patient guy, but nobody’s that Zen.
The Dalai Lama would smack you in the face if you were even half as annoying to him. ”
“Uh… thanks?” I know he implied he didn’t like me before, but I didn’t realize our sex would include a free character assassination. I suddenly really want to put my pants on.
He sits up and jabs a finger at me. “There! That. I knew it. It’s deliberate, isn’t it? You’re not naturally an asshole; you do it on purpose.”
I pull up the covers in lieu of putting on pants, taking the opportunity to wipe up some of the mess before it starts to go crusty.
“No,” I say gently. “If you think it’s a persona I cultivate, that’s not true.
This is me. The difference is, I no longer restrain myself.
When I was young, I was a lot more careful about what I said.
Now, I don’t bother. There are limits, and I would never deliberately hurt anyone, but the people closest to me…
David, for example. I do pick on him for being so stable and steady.
But David was raised in a very… chaotic environment.
” I can’t think of a better way to describe David’s fucked-up family without betraying confidences.
“He prides himself on being the way he is—everybody’s port in a storm.
It’s something he’s achieved despite early influences.
Every time I tell him he’s so reliable that it’s boring, it’s a reminder that there’s nobody I’d rather have in my corner.
” I wince, because somehow it came out sounding all noble, and the truth is that I just don’t care what people think of me anymore.
“I’m not a monster,” I try to explain. “If David was really bothered by what I say, I’d stop. I do know how to behave in public.”
For a second, he studies me. “So if I’d gotten upset or offended—”
“I would have stopped,” I interrupt. “But admit it, you enjoy sniping back at me.”
His chuckle seems to take him by surprise, and he flops back down in the bed and stares at the ceiling. “Yeah. I guess. It’s kind of freeing to be able to say whatever, but I couldn’t do that with everyone.”
“Neither could I. But I’ve known my teammates for a long time—except Sam, but he fit right in from the beginning.”
He rolls his head to the side so he’s looking up at me. “You haven’t known me for a long time,” he points out. “But you were quick to start with the verbal torture.”
I hesitate, not sure how he’ll take the truth, and his eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, don’t tell me it was some kind of bullshit to make me hate you.”
“Not exactly. Also, you really need to stop saying Jesus Christ like that. It means nothing.”
“But it bugs you,” he points out, “and for that reason alone, I’ll happily keep doing it.”
I let my fangs descend and hiss at him playfully, and instantly his eyes widen and his heartbeat picks up, but rather than fear, the scent of arousal hits my nose.
Oh ho. Now, this could be fun. I reach for him, but he squirms away, rising to a sitting position and pointing at me.
“Hold that thought for a second. I want to finish this conversation before you distract me.”
“It’s not good that you can think so clearly when I want you like this.
” My cock, which hardened again at the mere thought of more sex and began throbbing at the possibility of blood sex, is now extremely unhappy about having to wait.
To make things worse, my brain is lacking the blood it needs to operate intelligently, since all the blood in my body has rushed to my painfully stiff dick.
Here’s the thing about having a relatively low fertility rate: nature compensates by making sure more sex is possible. The more sex you have, the more chances of conceiving. As a result, the refractory period for community species is a lot shorter than for humans.
Which means I’m raring to go. And Noah’s twenty, so I doubt it will take him long to get hard again.
He pats me on the arm, a smug little smirk on his face that makes me want to kiss him. “As old as you are, you should know how to be patient. Now… that first snide comment you made to me, was that some kind of deliberate attempt to make me dislike you?”