“Jesus!” Vincent cried.
I chuckled, pulling my fingers out as I leaned over him. I looked up and our eyes met. I smiled at him. “Nope…not Jesus…just Rome.” I leaned down and sank my tongue into the warm puddle of spunk on Vincent’s belly. He groaned and grabbed my damp hair, twining the fingers of both hands into it as I tasted him. Vincent bucked as I licked him, cleaning the delicious cream off his belly, running my tongue up and down his fuzzy treasure trail. I licked him until no more trace of his spent passion remained. I took his gorgeous uncut cock in hand and sucked the head into my mouth.
“Oh, God!” Vincent cried.
I smiled up at him but slid my tongue around the sensitive head, sucking softly at the loose foreskin. I slid my tongue underneath, cleaning him thoroughly, and finally let his dick slide from my mouth, licking my lips. He was panting, his chest heaving with ragged breaths as both hands covered his scarred belly. He glanced at me.
“Where in heaven’s holy name did you learn to fellate like that?”
A touch of a European accent always slipped into Vincent’s words when he was tired or in this case, absolutely spent, jacked, and cleaned into oblivion. His fangs glistened, and I heaved myself up, planting both hands on either side of him as I hovered over his body. I leaned in close and kissed him, ignoring the massive fangs and trying to get to his lips. He did his best to accommodate me but kissing a mouth filled with fangs wasn’t an easy task…or one for those faint of heart. When I pulled back, the corners of his mouth tipped up in a tiny smile.
“Are you ever going to just get on with it and fuck me?”
I chuckled, levering off him, and grabbing the lube. I coated my cock and moved into place, taking hold of his knee with one hand as I guided my dick to his slick hole with the other. Bumping up against his entrance, I watched him deliberately relax all his muscles. I slid inside inch by slow inch. I groaned. He was so damned tight.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
Vincent met my gaze with his own, nodding. “Yes…” he hissed. “Keep going, Romeo. Fuck me.”
I did as he asked, pushing in deeper and deeper until I was buried inside him. His clenching body was pure heaven. I waited a few seconds until I felt him fully relax, and then began to move, sliding out slowly and then plunging back inside as I watched him. He panted with each thrust, a flush covering his already tawny skin. The dark hair on Vincent’s chest was so sexy. It covered him in a thick thatch except where the massive scar bisected it. There, his chest was bare. Sweat covered his belly, shoulders, and biceps. He was absolute porn star material, but the vampire was mine, fangs and all.
I sped up my thrusts, determined to please him and at the same time find my own little slice of paradise. Vincent was hard again. I shouldn’t be surprised by that, though, I wondered if all vampires had such a remarkable rebounding capacity. He was supernatural after all. The man possessed a vigor I had only dreamed about before I met him. I took him in hand, closing my fist around his thick shaft. He hissed and his fangs gleamed as he panted hard. The more I pounded into him, the wilder his eyes got.
“Do you need to bite me, Vincent?” He stared at me; our gazes locked in some sort of battle I didn’t know I’d been fighting. Red-orange fire swirled in his topaz eyes. It was an extraordinary thing to see. Finally, I answered for him. “It’s fine. Do it, baby. If you need it, do it.”
Seconds later, I was on my back, still buried deep within Vincent’s body as he straddled me. I looked up at him, slightly stunned by the way he continuously surprised me.
I need to get used to that vampire speed.
“It’s okay?” he asked.
One nod from me seemed to be all that was required because a split second later, he was bent over me with his fangs buried in the side of my neck. I gasped, instinctively trying to pull out of his iron grip. He held me down as he retracted his fangs and began to suck. I felt a sudden wave of lust blast through my body, and I grabbed his hips, thrusting up into him, having forgotten for a moment that my dick was buried inside him. He rode me like I was his prize stallion but then again, maybe being a unicorn was the equivalent. It definitely had its perks. I was certainly enjoying one of them.
As I fucked him, I was aware of his mouth at my neck. The pain of his initial strike faded but I couldn’t get over the way his lips felt against my skin, drawing blood from me. It didn’t hurt. Instead, it sent waves of lust surging through my body. I rode the current, pounding into Vincent as he sucked. His body squeezed my cock as nature seemed to take over. All I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. This joining,
