“Dude, we’ve been dating her for over a month, and you’re only now asking this question?” I reach up to run my hands through my hair, see the blood on them, and put them back down. Fuck, I need a shower. “Yes, she’s cool with it. I invited her to join us whenever she’s ready.”
That shuts him up.
Annoyed and horny, I head for the shower. By the time I’ve turned on all three showerheads, Nolan comes in after me. The water turns a rust-colored red when he gets under the large showerhead in the ceiling. Wordlessly, I fill a loofah with soap and hand it to him.
He looks contemplative as he scrubs this night from his skin. “Do you think she’ll ever be ready?”
“Depending on what we get up to, I’m sure she’s ready now,” I supply, grabbing another loofah with soap.
His eyelids droop as his mind falls victim to all the shit I’ve been fantasizing about since she danced with us at the last Halloween party. I can still feel her pressed against us, her hot, sweaty body writhing with the beats of the music while we grinded against her. As if the same memories flood his mind, he reaches for his cock, stroking himself with a soap-covered hand, and moans softly. Not one to sit on the sidelines, I drop the loofah and approach him from behind, pressing my hardness against his ass.
“Is this a private moment?” I tease, running my hands over his firm chest. His skin is still cold despite the heat of the water pouring down on top of us.
Leaning back against me, he lets go of himself long enough to lead my right hand over his abs to his throbbing cock. “Feel free to join the fun.”
His breaths turn choppy as I take over jerking him off, my other arm wrapping around his waist to keep him stable. Despite his skin being cold, his dick is burning hot in my hand, as if all the blood in his body has flowed directly to his groin. My strokes are long and slow at first, and my grip is particularly tight around the head just the way he likes it.
“Were you thinking of Callie between us while you were jerking yourself off?” I purr, letting my hot breath tease his ear. “Or was I inside you while you fucked her?”
“Shit,” he curses, looping one arm around my neck, soap suds running down my back as he drops the loofah behind me. His other hand slides between his legs to massage his balls.
“Did you imagine her tight, wet pussy milking your dick?” I ask wickedly, working him faster as he quivers in my arms. “Where was I? Pleasing her or…” I rub myself against the seam of his ass, aching for my own release. “Was I busy pounding the fuck out of your tight hole?”
“Oh God,” he pants, his chest heaving with every breath and his fingers digging into the back of my neck. “Harder, D. More.”
“Not until you tell me,” I demand, slowing my strokes. My thumb teases over his slit, rubbing his precum around the crown of his cock.
“All of it,” he whimpers, shuddering with each confession. “I want to see her fall apart with both of us inside her.” He claws at my hand, desperate for me to move faster. “I want you fucking me while I make love to her.” His body writhes back against me, and I groan, the simple friction enough to send ripples of tingling heat throughout my body. “I want her to ride me while I suck on your cock.” He hesitates on the last confession, his body spasming under my too slow ministrations. In a softer whisper, he finishes, “I want you to fuck me while she watches.”
“It sounds like you’ve got a lot to live for then,” I murmur against his neck, so fucking turned on that I might come just from thinking of all the ways he wants us to be with her. Frustrated with need, I suck on his flesh hard enough that I know it’ll leave a hickey. Every time he sees it, I want him to think of this moment, when he confessed his deepest fantasies while I worked him to climax.
“I want to live,” he insists, his knees wobbling as I stroke him faster. A lathering of soap builds in my hand with the increased speed.
Using my left hand, I twist his head back until he’s partially looking over his shoulder. Our eyes meet, his heavy-lidded over the building strain of his approaching orgasm. “Promise me you’ll never give up again.”
“I... promise.” He gasps, his body becoming rigid as pleasure turns all his muscles to stone.
“Good,” I praise against his kiss bruised lips. “Now fucking come for me.”
His head rolls around, not quite a nod, as his eyes slide shut. Lost to his own gratification, his brows knit together while his mouth falls open. My body throbs over the lust-coated rasp of his voice as he exclaims, “Oh shit, D. Just like that.”
I keep working him, faster and firmer, while his thrusts become more erratic. He squirms and bucks as he climbs higher and higher, chasing release, until he finally reaches the top and, with a cry, his body pitches forward and he spills into my hand, his cum dripping between my fingers. He leans on me to keep himself propped up as his body twitches and shakes, needing a moment to fully come back to himself.
When he gathers his footing and can stand on his own, I circle around to face him and, with an asshole smirk, ask, “Believe me now when I say I want you?”
His gaze slides down my wet body where my rock-hard cock bobs with each pulse of my heartbeat. He swallows heavily. “Yeah, I believe you.”
“Great, because you owe me a blowjob,” I tell him with a teasing grin, and then my eyes drift along all the sharp angles of his body, his skin appearing too tight for his bones. I sigh. “But you also look like you’ll collapse if you don’t feed.” Tilting my head to the side to better expose my neck, I chide, “Come over here and bite me before you fall the fuck down.”
He hesitates only for a moment before his fangs slip over his incisors. My skin tingles when he licks a long line up my neck, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when he bites me. As the venom awakens all my nerve endings, the urge to fuck him here and now only grows. The steam of the shower makes me light-headed, but it only seems to add a dream-like quality to the building high. A moan rumbles deep within my chest as he scrapes his nails down my back.
Starting to drift into the familiar, heightened pleasure, I’m shocked out of my haze when, after a few large gulps, Nolan violently pulls away and drops to the tiled floor. On all fours, he vomits up all the blood he drank into the drain. He then drops to his side and curls into a small, trembling ball. He hasn’t been able to keep any blood down all night. At first I thought it was because of whose blood it was, hating the bitch too much to allow any of her to remain inside of him, but looking at him now, I’m reminded of a very specific time when he first couldn’t keep bagged blood down.
If he can’t feed from the living, how the fuck are we going to keep him alive?
A nagging voice reminds me that he said he was dying, and I’m furious over how he hid this from us. Knowing we definitely won’t be able to help him if he drowns in the damn shower, I shut off all the showerheads and pick him up off the ground. He groans, this time not in a fun way.
“You’re going to be fine,” I tell him, unsure of exactly how but too stubborn to imagine another way. “So just fucking hang on, okay?”
