Chapter 35 #2
“I could bite you, any time I want,” Edwin said out of nowhere, his silky purr winding around me in a seductive fog.
“One word from me and you’d be begging me to open a vein and suck the blood from your neck the same way James is gonna pull the cum from your cock like a porn star.
” James quivered, and the breaths through his nose momentarily sped up, but he kept his tongue and lips working.
I closed my eyes to drown in the myriad sensations coursing through me.
“You’re using your vampire voice on me.”
“I know. It’s because it works on you, somewhat, at least. And I like seeing you react to it.”
“Vain bugger, aren’t you?” James was working his way to taking more of me into his mouth with every dip of his head now and my self-control was wavering. “That’s so fucking good, James.”
He hummed in reply, but didn’t pause in his down-and-up. I felt my hips lift off the sofa. “Shit, I’m struggling here. I really want to fuck your throat.”
“Not for his first time you don’t.” Edwin manoeuvred us so he could slip behind me, and pushed his weight onto my thighs.
“James, babe? Add a hand to his cock. Some up and down friction while you suck him. He’s nicely primed to go off like a rocket any minute now if you add a little more incentive. ”
When I felt my balls tighten to the point of no return, I had to warn him. “James…gonna come.”
He flashed his gaze upwards, the blue almost obliterated, and I was done for.
“Ahh, Goddess…” I gasped and tried to pull away, remembering to loosen my grip on his hair.
James remained in place until he spluttered as the first spurts hit his tongue and his mouth fell open as he coughed.
Edwin laughed lightly and warned him, “Close your eyes, baby,” as my cock pumped shot after shot over his parted lips, his cheeks, even his forehead and his sweaty locks. Holy fucking gods, this is unreal.
Dazed and light-headed, I slumped in my seat, utterly spent. “That was amazing,” I bleated weakly. “You all right, James?” I’d temporarily lost the ability to open my eyes.
Edwin’s chuckle this time was downright filthy. “Dirty boy’s wrecked another pair of trousers. He’s more than all right. I really want to capture you looking like this, love. Is is okay to take a photo?”
I did snap my lids apart now. “Really? Is that wise? Digital stuff can last forever.” Then I glanced at James.
Heavens. His own eyes still submissively closed, he was arched backwards on the rug, supported by arms that shook slightly.
I’d thoroughly coated him with cum, and when I followed the taut lines of his body downwards from his chin to his groin, I could tell he’d also orgasmed.
I groaned. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen such an erotic sight as you are right now, James. ”
Edwin opened his phone camera. “I won’t share it anywhere, obviously, but I’d love to sketch it.”
“Uh huh, sure you would, you perv. You just want to keep it in your wank bank.” James’ voice was a hoarse growl but he was smiling. “I don’t care if you take a hundred photos. Just hurry the fuck up ’cause my arms are gonna give out any second.”
Edwin cleaned us both up with hot flannels and a soft towel.
Or rather, he gently washed and dried James’ face and I wiped myself down.
James refused to change out of his sticky clothing until Edwin had come too, with a hand job that he finished off in my mouth.
Then we lay on the rug, hands joined, pleasantly drowsy in my case and by the look of it, in James’ too, with Edwin smiling silently at the ceiling.
Eventually, James stirred. “I need a shower.” He sounded like he had a bad case of laryngitis. I urged him to wait until I’d made him one of my medicinal teas, but Edwin argued it would be quicker to feed him some blood.
James rolled over and got to his feet, then regarded us still supine. “You’re both doing it again,” he rasped. “If I want this sorted, I’ll ask, all right? I feel used and sticky and a bit sore and I fucking love it. I’m going to shower. Stop babying me.”
At the door he hesitated. “Thank you for caring though.”
I made tea anyway. I needed something to do with my hands now the adrenaline of the encounter was fading. Edwin shadowed my every move, the slam of the bathroom door having made it evident we weren’t welcome to share James’ ablutions.
“Baby’s growing up,” he remarked over my shoulder. “D’you think he’s going to freak out again?”
“I hope not.” I added a spoonful of honey and stirred my drink. “He seemed…different this time. More able to vocalise what he wanted. More confident.”
“Yeah.” He rested his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me. “I don’t know what to make of it. Is it bravado or is Dalziel really that good?”
I sighed, then turned in his arms so we were face to face.
“I don’t think Dalziel’s any kind of magician.
I do, however, suspect he’s got some relevant experience to be able to offer James ways to reframe whatever torment Cormack put him through.
Baxter’s not daft. She wouldn’t have approached him if she didn’t have a good idea he’d be more help than hindrance.
I think we have to trust James to know his limits, even if there will be times when he overshoots them and has to take a few steps back. ”
Edwin frowned. “What you’re saying is that Dalziel’s been the victim of abuse at some point?
Possibly, probably, of a sexual nature?” I nodded.
His face twisted in a way that suggested he was about to cry if it wasn’t a physical impossibility.
“Jesus.” He dropped his head once again and this time his grasp around my waist hurt, it was so tight.
“You really think someone hurt him…like Cormack hurt James?” I hated I could feel him trembling.
I eased his death grip on my flesh until I was no longer seeing stars, and repositioned his now-unclenched digits across my back.
I lifted his head up and cradled his beautiful face in my hands, urging him to look at me.
“I don’t know for certain, obviously, but it would make sense.
If it did happen to him, it’s something he’s managed to put behind him well enough to enjoy a rich and varied sex life.
It would definitely explain his stance on consent.
It is just a guess though. I’ve known Dalziel a long time, but I’m not privy to his innermost thoughts and secrets. ”
“I really bloody want to know.”
I grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Because you’re a terrible man with a lifelong fear of missing out.”
“You mean I’m a nosy fucker.”
“Yep, that too. This time, you’re going to have to be patient. Maybe you’ll never know for sure, but you’ll have to live with that.”
The bathroom door creaked open. Moments later James appeared with a handful of bundled clothing he shoved in the washing machine.
“I’m fucking starving.”
“I’ll make you some tea,” Edwin offered. I pulled out the bread and cheese. James leant on the door jamb and watched us dance around each other to fix him a simple snack. When the toast was under the grill, he made a peculiar noise, something like a hiccough-sob.
“I am okay, really, but can I have a hug?”
We both held him while his tears flowed.