“You make me feel…normal.”
He pouted. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I leaned up and stole a quick kiss. “Feeling normal helps.”
“Oh, Ego.” He pushed my hair back from my forehead. “You’ve never been like anyone else, and now”—he pressed a kiss to my lips—“you’re even more special.”
Then he ravaged my mouth, careful of the stupid fangs, but not like he was afraid, so I lost myself to the sensation. I let go of my fears and reservations, losing myself to everything but his sure touch.
Sitting up on his knees, he whipped his shirt off his head and threw it across the room. “Your nipples are pierced.”
With a smirk, he flicked at the barbells. “They are. You like?”
My mouth salivated, and I gulped. “That’s so hot.” Wanting to taste them, I sat up so quickly that I threw him off balance,and he fell back. Embarrassment warred with desire as I scrambled to my knees to help him. “I’m so sorry.”
I shouldn’t have worried because he was chuckling. “You’ve really gotta learn your own strength, man.” He moved to mirror my position and ran his hands up under my shirt. The velvety softness of his touch on my skin was like nothing I’d ever felt.
“Scotty.”
He hummed, slowly pushing my shirt up and then over my head. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He rested back on top of me, and the warmth of his skin against mine felt like summer days on the beach. I never thought I’d have this feeling again, and I clutched him to me, wanting to soak it up. Wanting him under my skin.
Scotty must have noticed the change in my need for him, and he stopped playing around by grinding down, pushing his cock against mine.
“I need skin. All of it,” I begged.
He hopped up, wriggling out of his pants, then tugging mine off from my feet and tossing them to the side. He didn’t have time to come back down before I was on him. More conscious of my strength now, I rose and flipped us so we were laying on our sides facing each other.
Scotty came in for a kiss, messier than before, less careful of my fangs, as he took us both in hand.
“Scotty,” I moaned. The heat of his grip burned me up from the inside.
“I know,” he mumbled against my lips. “I feel it, too.”
No, he didn’t. He couldn’t. The sensations radiating from where he held us together were unlike anything I’d ever experienced as a human. My dick felt like a live wire, sending pulsing beats of want and need throughout me. The rapid beat of his heart became the soundtrack of us together—better than any bow-chick-a-wow-wow in any porno I’d ever watched.
I wanted to ask him to slow the pull and slide of his wrist as he jacked us together so that I could take my time and enjoy it, but I couldn’t. A part of me needed him to go faster. Precum drizzled from the head of my dick like a fountain, more copious than I’d ever seen it before, easing his way so perfectly that it took effort to bite back a growl.
“Fuck, Ego,” he panted. “This is…”
I pushed his hand aside, wanting to show him what I instinctively knew I could do. My hand moved so fast on us that all he could do was squeeze his arms around my neck and hold on. His breathy moans were like a choir coming in to provide back up to the melody he’d already set, and it blew my mind.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted. I couldn’t speak, I didn’t even pretend to breathe, letting myself get swept away by the hottest sex of my life.
My roar covered his as we both came together. His body shook against mine, and I held him carefully, devouring his mouth in one last kiss as the head of my cock released a stream of liquid that would make any man envious.
“Holy vampire sex,” Scotty whispered as we both came down from our high.
Reaching around, I grabbed one of the decorative pillows against the headboard and ripped its cover off to clean him up. He began chuckling as I blotted and wiped and blotted some more, only for there to be more cum coating his stomach, dick, and the sheet between us.
He finally pushed my hand away. “It’s fine. I have to take a piss, and I’ll rinse off at the sink.”
By the time he came back, I knew the sun was about to break its slumber as the lethargy worked its way through my body. My eyelashes fluttered as I felt the weight of a wet towel running along my stomach and hip.
“Lift up,” he whispered.
I followed his directions without thought, wanting desperately to get up and spend more time with him, but I’d lose this battle just like I did at the break of every day.
