He stares into my eyes the whole time.
“Look at you, feckinggorgeous,you are…” he growls. His hips buck needy jerks up into my fist, and the way his own gaze shifts in and out, fervent one second, dreamy the next, he must be close too. God, I want that more than anything. I want to make this beautiful boy come!
There can be no doubt he’s totally into this, intome, and that awareness sends an even deeper thrill into my chest. I’ve always wanted to be wanted. I’ve wanted that more than anything. And I’d love to return the compliment he just gave me—I mean, with his curly blond hair and cherubic face, he looks like a freaking angel sent straight from heaven!—but I’m so hot, I don’t think I can form actual words. Not with his tight grip wringing throbs of raw delight out of me, pull after pull after pull.
Still, I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss even the tiniest bit of what I’m doing to him! I keep glancing down at him in my hand. He’s somehow gotten even harder, and the web between my thumb and index now drags over a firm bump just below the thickened head. That littlechange is unexpected and riveting, and squeezing against the knob makes him even stiffer.
It’s his face I really want to see, though, so I always return to it. I quicken the pace even more, getting just a little rough, and his chin jerks up with a quick, high whimper. Then his eyes crescent up in rapture. It’s exhilarating to watch him so completely in my power, and I want it to last forever.
But witnessing this last helpless reaction proves way too much for me. Little sparks start spiking up my taint and a massive swell of fullness blooms inside the base of my shaft. It’s what I always feel right before I come. I purse my lips hard and push back with everything I’ve got to try to hold it off. I don’t want to shoot too early! I don’t want my inexperience to?—
Collin squeezes his eyes tight, brows arching, and he cries out. I feel that hump thicken and pulse in my palm and a moment later, hot fluid erupts to cover the back of my hand, my wrist, and my forearm.
It’s a breathtakingly awesome thing.
His grip shudders and there’s no turning back for me. A thick, taut cord of raw pleasure squeezes up inside my dick, and my vision blurs completely. The lovely surge crests sweet and high before plummeting down into my legs and tummy and beyond like a rolling shockwave. I don’t know if I also cry out. All I’m aware of is blinding delight and joy, the best orgasm of my life. Usually by the time I start to ejaculate, the best part is over, but the ecstasy just keeps coming—wave after wave of glorious sensation thrums and reverberates throughout my wholebody while arcs of my own semen squirt out and hit my chest and chin and arm.
I feel absolutely, thoroughly fantastic.
And when it all finally settles—sweet tiny fireflies and spasms dying down several seconds later—I also feel strong.
With my other orgasms, all from my own efforts, I’ve felt depleted, wiped-out, sleepy. But as this one becomes a delicious after-echo, something equally delightful follows and traces along fading ropes of pleasure to fill my chest. It’s not an emotion or an obviously physical sensation, even though it feels luscious and good. It’s like an energetic rush, but an absolutely smooth one. Not a single rough edge or jittery bit. This inner glow leaves me completely relaxed, like a tall drink of cold water on a hot day. It drenches and suffuses the space where I usually picture my monster.
And when I close my eyes and focus there, I find my monster staring back at me. But instead of growling with hunger, like it usually does, it’s content and tame. If anything, it’s just as full of love and satisfaction as the rest of me. Finally, for once in my life, this fierce part of me is pleased and at peace.
I’m so undone, it takes me a moment to realize what that must mean. But then I do.
It means I’ve fed on Collin. Deeply, and without any control.
It means I’ve done nothing to stop myself from draining him completely.
7
My eyes spring open,and for a hot second, I’m sure I’ve killed him. His lids are shut, and his limbs sprawl heavy into the mattress, still and limp as a wilted flower. What if he was wrong about this being safe? Physical or not, feeding still means I’ve drained his life energy. And that’s basically all he is, right? Energy of some kind? What if I just gobbled him all up?!
I pull in a quick, panicked breath, and he opens his eyes. They are bright with joy.
“That was pure class, Alvin. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, but it was my first time, too. I couldn’t have asked for any better.”
“Are you… okay?” I ask, feeling both tranquilized by the gooey contentment inside me, but also terrified that I’ve hurt him in some way I won’t be able to fix.
I guess my fear is what comes through, because Collin’s expression becomes compassionate. “Feeding on me this time felt different, didn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I say, brows knit. “Verydifferent.”
He turns and extends his arm to hover over my side, smiling at me with affection.
“C’mere.”
It takes me a second to figure out what he wants us to do, but after he rotates his hand above me a couple times, I get it. I turn around and roll onto my own side, tucking my back against his chest. His right elbow slides under my neck, and he uses both arms to pull me in so we’re spooning. My spine squishes against warm wetness on his chest and stomach, which at first is a little weird. But then I realize it’s our come, mixed together, and once he’s snuggled me in, it’s all so sweet and intimate, I actually wind up digging it. This is very much boyfriend stuff—and even if I couldn’t have anticipated the specifics, it’s kind of a dream come true.
His firm embrace immediately calms me down. But I still can’t help wondering if I screwed up.
“I, uh, didn’t do anything to protect you. I was completely selfish. And… I feel like I drained a lot more from you than the other times.”
His tenor brogue vibrates warmly behind my neck. “You feel that way because we both came. It’s nothing compared to what you’d get with someone flesh and blood, but finishing with me still makes a difference. At the very least, the effects should last a few minutes longer than the last time. But I promise you, you can’t hurt me. Not with your incubus powers, anyway. I’m absolutely grand.”
I exhale and release tension from my shoulders I didn’t even know was there. “Mom was surprisingly unhelpful when it came to ‘the talk,’ but the one thing she did makeclear is that if I wasn’t deliberately careful, I could easily kill someone I have sex with.”
