Romeo
I tugged Vincent into the masculine room. My vampire had turned on one light but I was pretty certain it was for my benefit and not his. I somehow knew he could see in the dark, making assumptions about vampires who lived their lives as creatures of the night. Something occurred to me and I promised myself to ask about the antiques store after tonight’s activity. Though Vincent’s surprising chicken stew had given me more energy than I had when I came dragging into his home this evening, I still needed a good night’s sleep.
Vincent lowered the plush covers and climbed onto the bed, stretching out onto the clean sheets that smelled like him. Simply looking at his body excited me and I stood beside the bed, stroking my cock. His gaze was riveted to it. When he held his arms out, I dropped down over him. I desperately wanted him. As I stretched out over him, I marveled at how perfect his body felt against mine. It was like we were made to fit each other.
Vincent took my mouth slowly at first but I intentionally deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue inside his mouth and tasting him as I learned how to kiss around the two sharp teeth that fascinated me. One of his fangs pricked my lip and I heard him suck in a breath as I tasted the coppery droplet of blood with the tip of my tongue. His fingers tightened on my biceps and when I tried to pull back, he held me close. Instead, I raised my head and gazed into his topaz eyes. They seemed almost to swirl with some sort of magic and lust.
“I need to be inside your body, Romeo, but I must warn you the moment I am, I will not be able to resist the bite,” he growled.
I nodded. “I expected that. If you need my permission, you have it.”
He smiled and then turned to reach under one of the pillows on the bed, drawing out a bottle of lube. I saw no condom appear. He handed me the lube. “Put it on me. We don’t need condoms. I promise you, vampires don’t get diseases nor can we transmit them. You are safe with me.”
I smiled. “That makes sense.” Since you aren’t alive. I took the bottle of lube and popped the cap, drizzling a generous amount into my hand as I sat back and straddled him. When I reached down and stroked a hand over his large cock, he hissed and bucked off the bed.
“Stroke me as hard as you want. I’m not breakable,” Vincent said with a groan.
I tightened my grip, sliding my fist over his cock in long up and down strokes until he was completely slick. He grabbed my hips and moved me into position, lining up our bodies as he stared into my eyes. As I felt his cock notch against my hole, I blew out a long breath, relaxing my muscles, and sinking down slowly, letting the head of his dick open me up with no other preparation. He slid into me, bottoming out before pulling back and repeating the whole thing over and then again before I could catch my breath. Oddly enough, I felt no pain and instead only the deep pressure of his long thrusts, seeming to need our coupling as much as he did. I gasped each time he filled me, riding him like I’d never done with another lover.
I almost never bottomed with lovers. When I was younger, I was very versatile but that had changed over the years. Until meeting Vincent, I’d considered myself a true top but I was willing to see if I’d enjoy bottoming with him. Anything was possible. I did know this, if he was as skilled as I hoped, I’d enjoy it immensely. After all, the man had seven hundred years of practice to get it right. I watched Vincent grit his teeth, razor-sharp fangs on full display, and I understood how hard it was for him to hold back. He began to tremble under me and I leaned down, baring my neck to him.
“Bite me.” I barely got the words out before he attacked me, sinking his long fangs into my neck and startling a gasp out of me. As it had felt before, the initial bite was sheer agony and I tried to yank my head back, instantly succumbing to my fight or flight instinct. He held me tightly and almost before I realized I was his captive, the pain was followed by an immediate and incomprehensible ecstasy. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt as he retracted his fangs and began to suck. As before, I felt blood trickle down my neck. He drank my life’s blood in long pulls as he fucked me hard, using my body in the most primitive and animal way possible. All I could do was hang on for dear life. My cock was rock-hard and leaked onto his belly but when he reached between us and began stroking me, I had no control.
I came in an intense, blinding rush, seeing stars bursting inside my head as he continued jacking me through my orgasm. I’d never known pleasure like this before. With other lovers, I’d connected on a physical level but what I felt with Vincent was way beyond that. It transcended what I’d once thought to be happiness, taking me to the heights of joy, indescribable bliss that I’d never known existed.
As I climaxed, I felt my joy rush through me and into Vincent. He exploded inside me, filling my body with hot jets of semen, shooting over and over into me until he finally let go of my neck, licked over the holes there, and returned his lips to my mouth. I dropped down over him and searched for
