Chapter 22 #2
Ethan instantly straightened and crawled between Marcus’s legs, loving the bristling feel of the hairs on his calves rubbing against his arms. He didn’t hesitate but buried his face in Marcus’s groin, breathing in his scent deep before swiping his tongue up his hard shaft.
Marcus’s dick wasn’t long, but it was so deliciously thick that it made Ethan’s eyes roll into his head just thinking about how it stretched and filled him.
He wanted to be fucked senseless, but he’d be happy with Marcus coming down his throat.
Swirling his tongue around the dark red head, Ethan lapped up the pre-cum leaking from Marcus.
He loved that he was the first for Marcus in so many ways.
The first man he’d ever kissed. The first man he’d ever fucked.
The first man he’d ever held while sleeping.
And now, the first man to suck his cock.
Oh yeah, Marcus was going to lose his mind.
Ethan slowly took Marcus down his throat, running his tongue over his turgid length.
He followed the thick vein, teasing it. Relaxing his throat, he forced himself to take more and more of Marcus, craving each soft sound that he couldn’t hold back.
His eyes watered and his jaw ached, but he didn’t care.
He wanted to make Marcus lose control. It had to be the best experience of his life.
Marcus threaded his fingers through Ethan’s hair and tightened until his scalp stung with little pinpoints of pain, but Ethan didn’t release Marcus’s dick. He just moaned, letting the vibrations of his throat add to the sensations.
Snarling a curse, Marcus pulled Ethan off his cock and up his chest, taking his sore and swollen lips in a brutal kiss.
One hand snaked down his body and along his crack.
Ethan shifted against Marcus, rubbing his cock against his stomach as one of Marcus’s fingers circled his hole.
Oh God, he couldn’t remember ever being so turned-on in his life.
He felt like he was about to come, and Marcus had yet to touch his dick.
Ethan whimpered when Marcus broke off the kiss but relaxed into his hold again when his lips moved along his jaw to settle against his throat. Ethan instinctively tilted his head to the side, offering him better access.
“Will you feed your master, pet?”
“Yes,” Ethan moaned.
“And if I wanted to drain you dry? Steal your life away…”
“Yes.” Ethan grabbed handfuls of Marcus’s hair and held him trapped against his throat. “All that I am belongs to you. My heart, my body…my life.”
“What if…”
Whatever Marcus was about to say, the words drifted off. Ethan’s heart demanded that Marcus ask to make him into a vampire so that they could have forever, but the words never came.
“I am yours, Marcus. Always. Forever.”
“Then I want what is mine.”
The entire world seemed to shift violently, and Ethan found himself lying on the mattress, on his stomach.
Marcus was pressed against him from behind, his fat cock sliding between Ethan’s ass cheeks.
Ethan moaned and pressed backward, his fists clenching the sheets, twisting them.
There wasn’t a damn clear thought in his head.
All the blissful feelings were coming in so fast and so fucking sharp.
Somewhere in all the feverish chaos, Marcus found the lube. He pressed two slick fingers into his body and Ethan howled before starting to move on those thick digits. He wanted the stretching and the prep done. They needed to get to the fucking.
“Now, Marcus! Now!”
A hand landed on one ass cheek with a loud crack. The pain was sharp but brief, dulling into a low heat. “Pets don’t make demands.”
“Not demanding. Please. Begging. I beg you. Need you.”
A gentle touch smoothed over the abused cheek, soothing away the heat and replacing it with a gnawing need. He wasn’t going to make it. All the touching and teasing, Marcus’s strength and command, were shredding his willpower.
The fingers in his ass disappeared, but before he could react, the head of Marcus’s cock was pressing forward, breaching him.
Ethan fought the urge to push backward, taking him all at once.
He was afraid if he tried, Marcus would pull out of him completely.
A good pet obeyed and tonight, he was Marcus’s good pet.
“Fuck. So tight,” Marcus growled. Fingers bit into Ethan’s hips, holding him perfectly still. He loved Marcus’s tight control but also the trembling in his touch as if he were barely hanging on to that control.
“And you’re so fucking big,” Ethan groaned. “Fill me, please, Marcus. Make me yours.”
Those whispered words seemed to have snapped Marcus’s control, because he surged forward in one smooth thrust. Ethan cried out, his entire body in shock at the invasion.
He was so full again. Marcus leaned over him with his larger body, one arm sliding across his chest so that his hand could clamp down on his shoulder, locking him to Marcus.
“You are mine. Always mine,” Marcus vowed.
He punched his hips forward in little thrusts.
The angle had Marcus pushing relentlessly against his prostate, sending wave after mind-scrambling wave of pleasure through his body.
Ethan didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to feel Marcus stretching him and filling him for much longer, but his orgasm was so close he could barely pull in a breath.
“Marcus! I need to come!”
“What do you wish?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Ethan sobbed.
“Anything for you.” They were the only words of warning he got before Marcus pulled his cock nearly completely from his body and thrust back in hard. The pounding was brutal, but all Ethan’s brain registered was relief for a moment. Marcus felt so damn good.
His orgasm exploded without warning a second later.
He never got to touch his cock as it was crushed against the mattress, rubbing against the silken sheets.
The world went white and his muscles clenched up.
It was like his entire being shattered into millions of sharp splinters and sped through the room.
Marcus moaned and continued to thrust into his tightened channel.
As he started to slowly float back down to earth, Ethan heard Marcus roar his release.
Heat flooded his ass and then the sharp, piercing pain of fangs digging into his shoulder ripped through his body.
Before he could cry out in pain, ecstasy slammed into him like a fucking Mack Truck.
A second orgasm obliterated Ethan’s mind.
It was like he was feeling Marcus’s orgasm, and it stole his breath away.
His hips jerked and thrust on their own. He could feel his cock sliding through the cum-soaked sheets beneath him while electric bliss tingled with each slide of Marcus’s cock in his cum-slicked ass. He couldn’t stop moving. Didn’t want to stop. Nothing had ever felt so good.
But exhaustion finally won, and he flattened under Marcus, struggling to catch his breath.
Marcus licked along the wound he’d created, and a hum of pleasure rumbled from his throat.
He pressed a couple of kisses to the place he just drank from, and Ethan shivered as the last tendrils of joy slithered along his nerve endings.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asked.
Ethan nodded. Everything felt too raw and sharp. He needed the world to mellow and for his brain to get a little more blood and oxygen.
“Ethan,” he said sharply, his worry thick in that single word. He started to move, but Ethan’s hand shot back with blinding speed, clamping down on Marcus’s thigh.
“Don’t,” Ethan said, and Marcus immediately froze. “Please.”
Marcus didn’t move, keeping his cock nestled inside of Ethan.
With their bodies still intimately connected and pressed so close, Ethan felt like it was easier to take that next breath, to pull together his scattered thoughts, because he wasn’t alone.
Marcus was there, in him, wrapped around him. They were still a part of each other.
“I’m okay,” he said after a couple of deep breaths.
“I promise. It was just a little…intense.” A wobbly laugh escaped him, and he released Marcus’s thigh to grab the hand still holding his shoulder.
“That second orgasm…fuck, I didn’t know I could have a second orgasm…
but it was like I could feel mine and then yours at the same time.
I think it fried my poor little human brain. ”
Ethan could feel Marcus’s entire body relax against him. Very carefully, Marcus wrapped his other arm around Ethan’s stomach and turned them on their side without losing their connection. Marcus nuzzled Ethan’s hair, kissing him on the tender flesh behind the ear.
“Good to know. I’ll refrain from biting you during sex,” Marcus murmured.
“Don’t you dare stop!” Ethan twisted his head and upper body enough to look Marcus in the eyes. “That was…holy fuck…that was insane, and I definitely want to do it again. Maybe…just…not every time.”
With a smile, Marcus gently kissed him. “And everything else?”
“Perfect. I know I am treasured and loved.”
“And you are mine.”
Ethan hummed happily, snuggling against Marcus before dropping his head on the pillow. “And you are mine.”
He didn’t know how long they lay wrapped in each other.
They didn’t talk, but they didn’t need to.
Ethan soaked in all the little touches as Marcus ran one hand up and down his body over and over again.
Ethan hadn’t done a lot of dating in his life, but he had to admit he’d never thought he’d find something like this with someone.
He never expected to find someone he enjoyed talking to, someone who made him laugh and think, someone who treasured him even with his quick temper and impulsive nature.
Ethan definitely hadn’t expected to find the perfect person in the form of a vampire, especially after what happened to his family. God, what would they think of him? Lying in bed, his ass stuffed and covered in cum, with a fucking vampire?
“What are you thinking?” Marcus said.
“Can you read minds?” Ethan asked, half joking.
“No, but I felt your body stiffen suddenly.”
“Oh.”
Marcus kissed his shoulder and his arms tightened around him. “Talk to me, please.”
Ethan closed his eyes and swallowed. He tried to sink back into Marcus’s warmth, letting it protect him from the dark thoughts running through his head. “I was just wondering…what my family would think if they knew…I’d fallen for you.”
“Is your worry that I’m a man?”
Ethan shook his head.
“It’s that I’m a vampire.” Marcus started to loosen his hold and Ethan grabbed his hand, keeping them tightly pressed together.
Marcus tightened his grip again and Ethan relaxed.
“Well, since I don’t know your family, I’m going to assume that they are as smart as you and as kindhearted as you.
Probably well-adjusted and a bit sassy as well. ”
“I like to think all that is accurate,” Ethan said with a smile.
“Then I’d say they would understand that I had nothing to do with their deaths and would accept my vow to help you find the true culprit.”
“Thank you.”
“And they would believe me when I say that I will do everything within my power to keep you safe and make sure that you always feel loved.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, Ethan. I’ve never loved anyone before.
Never let myself dream I would have even one night of such happiness.
But if I get only one night, I’ll take it and cherish it for the rest of my very long existence.
” Marcus paused, his arms tightening. “I worry too. A war is coming. I don’t want to think about you being in danger. ”
Ethan could sense where this was building to.
He roughly pushed Marcus’s arms off him and rolled so that he was now facing Marcus.
Ethan pushed up onto his knees, allowing the silken blankets to slide down his quickly cooling flesh.
With a smirk, he threw one leg over Marcus’s hip and straddled him, returning to the warmth he’d found just moments ago in his embrace.
The vampire broke all the Hollywood rules.
He wasn’t some cold, shambling corpse with perfectly persevered youth.
He was a living creature…who just didn’t age.
It was easy to understand why Bel was convinced vampirism was a disease that could be cured.
His heart beat, breath whooshed in and out of his lungs, he ate food, and he fucked like a goddamn dream.
With his hands pressed against Marcus’s wide chest, he ran his fingers up through the sprinkling of dark hairs that swirled around his brown nipples and the sexy trail down from his belly button.
And despite the strength he could feel in every flex and ripple of muscle in that six-foot frame, Ethan knew he was safe. But that didn’t mean Marcus was safe.
“I’m not excited about you being in danger either,” Ethan said, glaring down at his lover. “But we’re stronger together. You need your sneaky pet spy watching out for you.”
Marcus smiled, some of the tension leaving his face. “I do.”
“Smart man.” Ethan leaned forward and pressed a playful kiss to the tip of Marcus’s nose. He might not be a vampire, but he would find a way to keep his man safe. He was not losing Marcus.