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No. No way. I’d lie here awake all night if I had to. It was not happening.

But surely he was done by now, right? I mean, he was probably a master at sucking his own dick. He could probably make himself come in a minute flat.

Where did the cum go? Did it just drip out of his neck hole?

My cock pulsed. My face felt flushed and too hot as I pressed my cheek to the pillow. Honestly, thinking about it, if I were a dullahan… I’d probably suck my own dick too. I mean, oral on tap, whenever you wanted it… were there many people who wouldn’t? You’d at least try it. Just once.

Fuck, I hadn’t had my dick sucked in a long time. No wonder Ewen was quiet tonight—there wasn’t much that could compete with a good blowjob. And he probably gave himself the best blowjobs.

It had certainly looked like it. His headless body had been arching his hips up into each downward plunge of his mouth, legs splayed wide. His fingers had been curled tightly into his hair. His ridiculous six-pack had kept jumping, the muscles twitching from the pleasure.

He was probably really good at sucking dick. Lots of practice on himself.

I suddenly realised my hips had begun rocking, dragging my hard cock slowly against the mattress. My breath huffed out of me, and a spasm of anxious confusion almost made me stop, but… it felt good. It felt really good.

And I was ridiculously hard. There was no way I’d be getting to sleep like this. I needed to come.

If I didn’t actually touch my dick, it wouldn’t count, I decided. I wouldn’t be jerking off. I’d just be… moving my hips slightly. And if I nutted? Well. That was just a happy coincidence.

I canted my hips and dragged my dick against the bed with a bit more force. My breath caught as I did it again. Then again. Soon I was grinding against the mattress at a nice, steady pace.

Yeah, this was fine. It technically wasn’t jerking off, and it felt good enough. I mean, a blowjob would’ve felt better. Obviously.

Maybe Ewen will let me borrow his head, I thought with a delirious, breathless snort. I could tell him I wasn’t interested in the rest of him. Just wanted to borrow his head for ten minutes to use it as a sex toy.

He’d probably be fine with it.

My brows pinched up, and suddenly I was grinding my cock into the mattress faster and harder, my hips picking up speed of their own volition. A shudder ran down my back. The sheet was getting hot and damp from my pre-cum, causing mind-numbing friction to rasp over my throbbing cock.

Fuck. I panted into the pillow, rutting faster. Was he done over there? Had he come down his own throat, letting it drip from the neck hole and get all over the couch?

If my cock was down his throat, would I be able to reach back and feel it poking out of his neck? I quickly pushed that thought away because it felt too weird—and my dick definitely wasn’t big enough for that anyway—but now I was picturing Ewen’s hips snapping up to fuck his own throat, his thick thighs spread wide, quaking as he made himself come. Then the skin on his body turned a sickly grey like mine, and his fingernails grew dark and discoloured as they clutched at his dirty blond hair.

“Nnnngh.” I shook as my cock flexed hard and pumped cum all over the bed and my stomach, my face buried in the pillow and my fingers clenching it so tight they ached.

Once the sudden orgasm ended, it took me a minute to get my bearings as I panted into the pillow, my body completely lax and boneless.

Then the anxiety reared its ugly head.

I scrambled onto my hands and knees, staring down at my softening cock and the cum smeared everywhere. My pulse leaped as I sat back on trembling legs, the covers slipping off me, and stared blankly at the headboard.

Why had that made me come so hard?

I didn’t want to think about it, so I quickly got up and shoved everything out of the way to strip the bottom sheet off the bed. After using it to wipe up the cum on my stomach and cock, I pulled on my PJs and bundled it up to take downstairs.

That hadn’t actually been about seeing Ewen sucking his dick. It had been about the fact that he could suck his own dick. It had been… jealousy masturbation. Yeah. That was a thing, right? I was positive if I looked it up online, it’d be a thing.

After shoving the sheet into the machine to wash tomorrow, I went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of water, my throat dry. I still felt too hot, so I decided to take advantage of my dickhead neighbour being quiet for once—I wasn’t going think about why he was being so quiet—and go chill on my deck to cool down.

I unlocked the back door and stepped outside, the wood feeling warm under my bare feet. I didn’t bother shifting into my human form. My other neighbours couldn’t see me from here, and it was dark.

A lot of the residents on this street were supernaturals—we tended to stick together in that way, because it made it safer for all of us—but of course I was the one who’d ended up with a family of unwitting humans living on one side of me. They had no idea that they were surrounded by what they’d consider monsters.

“Well, howdy, neighbour.”

The raspy, drawling voice to my right made me freeze. My heart lurched, sweat prickling under my arms.

I couldn’t look over at first. I just couldn’t. Although if he was talking, at least that meant his dick wasn’t still in his own mouth.