Chapter 17 #2
And most of all, he felt safe with Winter. The vampire’s words in the garage had been incredibly possessive and protective, warming Fox everywhere. Winter made him feel special and not completely useless. He wanted to do anything he could to live up to that feeling for Winter.
He planned to start with blowing his fucking mind in bed. Fox pushed down his underwear and stepped out of them when they pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed. Anonymous role-playing. This was going to be so much fun.
Kneeling in the center of the bed, he squeezed some lube on his fingers and rubbed it briefly to warm it a little. He braced one hand on the bed and reached back to play with his hole.
A low hiss slipped between clenched teeth as he pressed two fingers inside. God, he couldn’t wait to have Winter pushing into him again.
Fox stopped to add more lube to his fingers and pressed them inside while lowering his face to the sheets. He dragged in a deep breath and softly moaned against the fabric as he was wrapped in Winter’s minty scent. Fresh and crisp. It was like he’d been born from the snow.
A low chuckle rippled down the hall and Fox bit his lower lip as he pulled his fingers from his ass and braced both arms on the bed.
Goose bumps broke out across this body as his mind conjured up the image of himself naked and on his knees in the middle of Winter’s bed, ass in the air as light from the hall spilled into the room. So wanton and needy.
“You left me a trail of breadcrumbs,” Winter said, his wonderful voice a low growl. “Afraid I wouldn’t find you?”
“Didn’t want you going to the wrong hotel room.” Fox’s voice was partially muffled by the thick comforter he was tightly gripping with both hands to keep from grabbing his own dick.
Cool air brushed across Fox’s bare skin a second before Winter’s warm hand rubbed across one ass cheek.
“I would have searched every room, opened every door, to find you.” Soft lips brushed across the opposite cheek followed by the slightest nip of teeth, wringing a whimper from Fox’s throat.
He wasn’t going to fucking last if Winter toyed with him.
“Be right back,” Winter said, and Fox’s head popped up.
“What?” he squeaked in outrage.
Winter walked past him to the adjoining bathroom, pointing at him as he caught his eye. “Don’t move!” Winter slipped inside and partially closed the door. Light leaked out along the edges.
Motherfucker! He couldn’t handle this before coming upstairs and touching him?
The water tap turned on and a second later he heard…brushing. Winter was brushing his teeth. The vampire had finished his snack and was now making sure his mouth was minty fresh for more kissing, which made Fox’s heart pick up its pace just a little more.
The light flipped off, plunging everything into darkness, and the cool air grazed his flesh again.
Winter was there, silently moving around him.
Fox’s skin prickled all over under the imagined weight of his sharp gaze.
Rumors held that vampires could clearly see in the dark and all of Fox’s pale skin was laid out for Winter like a buffet.
A hand landed across one shoulder, smoothed along his spine, along the curve of his ass in a soft caress.
Fox pressed his mouth into the comforter and moaned, his body shifting and stretching as if trying to keep in contact with his touch for a long as possible.
Winter’s touch alone was magic, and Fox wanted to soak in it.
The hand disappeared for a second to be replaced by a single long digit sliding down the crack of his ass. He lingered at his hole and then pressed just the tip inside. A noise came from Winter, almost like a moan.
“You prepped,” he murmured.
“Yessss,” Fox hissed. “Need you.”
The finger pressed deeper inside, stroking him a few times before a second joined it.
Fox tried moving again on Winter and he sighed when the vampire allowed it.
Behind him, there was the sound of fabric shifting and the hiss of a zipper being lowered.
God yes, Winter was finally getting undressed.
One step closer, but still too many away.
Fox’s cock was hard and leaking between his legs. He needed to fucking come at last.
When Winter removed his hand, Fox whimpered.
The vampire pressed close, his hot cock against his ass and then down, sliding it along his taint and across this sac.
Oh God, he was going to die. With it came the harsh brush of jeans and the soft whisper of cotton from his T-shirt. Winter was still fully dressed.
Reaching with one hand, Fox grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Off. Please,” he bit out, not caring if it broke another of Winter’s rules. “I need. Need to feel all of you.”
Winter pressed his lips to Fox’s back and kissed him. “Yes.” His hot breath brushed over damp skin for a second. Winter disappeared for a moment. The rustle of clothing was louder as he stripped. The plastic cap on the lube bottle creaked and snapped.
The mattress sank behind Fox as Winter climbed onto the bed and all that hot skin was pressed along Fox’s body. His brain went into meltdown as that wonderfully slick cock moved along his crease, teasing him.
“Fuck yes,” Winter growled. His strong hands swept down his arms, massaging tense muscles before he wrapped those long fingers across his wrists.
He kissed his shoulder, moving slowly to his neck.
Fuck all survival instincts. Fox tilted his head to the side, offering his throat up to Winter.
The rumbling noise from the man stroked something deep within Fox, leaving him panting and needing so much more.
Wanting to hand all of himself over to Winter.
He could have all of him, everything he was and would ever be.
Teeth sharper than those belonging to humans nipped and pricked so lightly along his skin, dragging a desperate moan up Fox’s throat.
“Winter!” he cried.
“I could drain you right now. You’d beg me to do it,” Winter whispered in his ear.
“I’d rather drain your cock. Fuck me now.”
Winter’s wicked chuckle returned, but at least he was retreating. With one hand holding Fox’s hip, Winter brushed the head of his dick over Fox’s hole a couple of times, earning another curse. Winter finally pushed in, stretching him. They both swore as Fox’s tight muscles gripped him.
Inch by excruciatingly slow inch, Winter pressed into Fox.
When he was fully seated, Winter draped his body over Fox’s while wrapping one arm across Fox’s chest to grip the opposite shoulder.
He was completely cocooned within Winter.
The vampire had become his entire existence.
Winter lowered his face, nuzzling his neck and hair without even the barest hint of teeth or fangs.
That touch was so tender, so gentle, it gripped Fox’s heart in a brutal hold and refused to let go.
This wasn’t supposed to be tender or gentle. Just a good, hard fucking.
“You okay?” Winter whispered.
Fox had to swallow twice to get his mouth to work, but Winter took it as something else.
“Do you want me to stop? I will,” Winter quickly added.
“Fuck no,” Fox moaned. “Just trying to remember how to breathe.”
Winter tightened the arm across his chest while at the same time moving those amazing hips. He made a couple of small pumps, and they had Fox’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“You’re so tight. I may never get my cock out of your ass.”
“Yes, fuck me. Never stop fucking me,” Fox begged.
He didn’t know if it was his words or that Fox was trying to move in time with Winter’s small thrusts, but it was enough to break Winter’s careful control.
With a shiver-inducing snarl, Winter shoved away so that he could make harder, deeper thrusts into Fox’s body.
Skin slapped and new pleasure spiked along Fox’s nerve endings.
Beautiful, filthy words spilled from Winter’s lips each time he plunged deep, pushing Fox’s pleading and begging to grow louder.
Fingers bit into his hips hard enough to bruise, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever going to be enough. That hot cock was stretching and filling him so perfectly, keeping him balanced right at the edge but not pushing him over.
He shifted his weight, leaning heavily on his left arm so he could reach under him with his right hand. Winter snarled and slammed into him even harder.
“Don’t!”
“Fuck! I need to come!” Fox snapped at him.
“That’s mine. My cock. My cum,” Winter said, punctuating each sentence with a thrust.
Fox whimpered, loving every second of it and still wanting so much more. “Please,” he panted.
Winter pulled out of him completely and moved off the bed.
Okay, this was definitely worse. But before he could even pull in a breath to beg him to resume fucking him, Winter was flipping him onto his back and climbing onto the bed again.
Holding his legs just behind his knees, Winter easily slid into his body.
They sighed as one, relief and pleasure swamping Fox hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
“Is this better?” Winter demanded. “Or would you rather something like this?” He wrapped Fox’s legs around his waist and leaned down so that his lips brushed against Fox’s.
Their chests rubbed together, a delicious tingling of sensations where the light hair on Winter’s chest rubbed along Fox’s bare chest. His cock rubbed against Winter’s stomach.
The new position had each thrust massaging his prostate.
The combination was driving Fox completely insane.
And then Winter kissed him. It was broken and messy, but he could taste Winter’s desire and his joy.
That exquisite joy surged through him, and Fox desperately kissed him back, eating at his mouth with a series of hungry kisses.
Oh God, he was never going to get enough of this man.
He didn’t want this feeling to ever end.