Page 50 of Absolution

I could, and had been too busy thinking about all the things I wanted to do to him, and how inadequate I felt. I stripped off my shirt, throwing it to the floor and stared at our reflections another minute. Somehow I’d gotten leaner too. Part of being a vampire, Gabe had once said. Hard to maintain body fat when your body is essentially on an extreme no carb diet. I realized in that moment how much I’d hated myself. Everything about myself. My Chinese heritage, my pudgy stomach, my less than stellar brain, and my entire life. But that wasn’t me anymore, was it?

The mirror reflected back something I’d never seen before. A dangerous man full of sex appeal and desire. My expression one of attitude and contempt. For myself? More for my views of myself. I was a vampire. Not dead. No longer someone’s plaything. I was an amplifier, a witch unlike anything ever documented with the Dominion before. And I had not one, but two attractive men wanting me.

What was left to hate? Wasn’t I Sam now? A vampire, creature of the night and all that bullshit? Reborn from the Earth, wasn’t it time to make myself who I always wanted to be instead of wallowing in who I’d been?

I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and stalked to the counter as Luca was finishing up. He rinsed his face, not bothering with aftershave likely since we’d be going into the shower in a minute. I stepped up behind him, grabbed his hips and pressed against him.

He sucked in a deep breath, his eyes closing like he was in heaven. I leaned my head over his shoulder so I could rub my cheek against his and used one hand to cup his cock which was already engorged and leaking come.

“Fuck,” he groaned when I touched him. He thrust his hips into my grip. “Been waiting for this.”

I squeezed him a little harder, enjoying his tiny grunts of pleasure as I worked him. In the mirror I could watch his passion, loved the way his head tilted back to rest on my shoulder and mouth lay slack in pleasure. I rocked my hips into his, using the counter for extra leverage, pressing my cock into his crack and sliding along his skin. He was so warm.

I nuzzled his neck, hungry, but not for more than just a little taste. Would it be sweeter if I drank from him as he came? I kissed his throat, laving it with my tongue, following that little line of pulsing warmth beneath his skin.

“Fuck,” he said. “Do it.”

“Hmm?” I asked him, easing my grip down to squeeze the base of his cock and stave off the orgasm he had coming. “Who’s in charge? I thought you sad I was a badass son of a bitch?”

“You are. Dammit.” He pressed his butt back into me. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I slid my hand back up again, tickling along his shaft in more of a whisper of a touch than the tight friction I knew he craved. Come wept from his tip as his cock strained toward his stomach. “Shaved your balls, but not your face, eh?” I asked.

“Shave everything for you, if you want. Just fuck me.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “Bend you over the counter and slide in dry?”

“There’s lotion,” Luca nodded his head to a large bottle of lavender scented beeswax lotion. “I won’t need much prep. I like it hard.” He groaned as I found a rhythm on his cock again. “Fuck, do I like it hard.”

I reached around with my other hand and picked up the lotion bottle, skirted some over my moving fist, tightening my hand around him, and watched him come unglued. Luca’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he leaned into me, letting me take his weight while presenting me his neck. I took that offered sip by just edging the tip of my teeth into his vein as he spurted his come over my fist. I continued to pump him, listening to his heavy breathing, and enjoying his weight against me while my cock still sat nestled between his crack, tiny movements adding pleasure.

He tasted as amazing as always. Sweet with a hint of spice which warmed me from the gut on outward.

“Okay, that was worth the wait,” Luca said after a minute. “And shaving.”

He pulled out of my arms to turn around and wrap me in his. He found my cock and started pumping me. He leaned in for a kiss, which I accepted.

“Mm,” I said, freeing his mouth for a minute. “Shower. Then more play. Stinky human and all,” I teased him, pulling away. His neck was already healed, but I was sure our time was almost up. Would Con be coming in soon? Would he chicken out? Looking at Luca and I in the mirror, how good we looked together, naked limbs and flushed faces, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to make time for all the worry anymore.

“Are you saying I stink?” Luca asked.

“Always smell good to me,” I said honestly.

A sweet smile touched his lips and he made his way into the shower. The spray ran over him, drenching him in a warm wash of water that since I was in Kelly’s apartment, and he was the Pillar of water, I could feel running over Luca’s flesh. I stopped and let the sensation roll over me for a minute while Luca stared at me, eyes still filled with lust.

I’d do a lot for that look. I stalked toward him, stepping into the spray and reaching for him as he turned into my embrace. We kissed, a fierce battle of tongues, arms crushing as the heat of the water flowed over us. His erection was growing again, and I wondered what it would be like to see him on his knees, lips wrapped around my cock. His clean-shaven face made him look younger, more innocent than the hedonist I knew him to be. I swallowed one last kiss and shoved him to his knees.

Luca didn’t even hesitate. He took my cock in hand and began sucking on the tip. Fuck that was good. How many times had I done this for someone else only to never have it reciprocated? I shook my head, forcing the memories away. That was in the past. Another life ago. Now I could just enjoy the way Luca’s warm lips wrapped around me, and the play of his tongue on the underside of my cock. He pumped at the base of me, grip firm, but not painful, and took me down the back of his throat.

“Fuck!” I cried. He swallowed around me, and squeezed my hip to get me to move. I fell into a rhythm, thrusting my hips, fucking his face, while he made wet sounds barely drowned out by the falling spray.

I was on the edge when the door to the bathroom opened. Facing it, I knew Con had a view of the entire event. His decision, I reminded myself. I wanted him. My standing erection was proof of that. Luca glanced back briefly, but not long enough to lose his rhythm. He was a pro, pulling back to nip the tip of me in a stinging bite that kept me from coming.

Luca stroked himself while he worked me, half turning to look in Con’s direction. An invitation if there ever was one. I bit my lip as Luca took me down again. Con watched a minute longer before nodding, then stepping in our direction and shedding his clothes. We watched him, not stopping our play, but both careful, I could sense it. What a picture Luca made, kneeling on the floor, my dick in his mouth, his big cock in his hand, ass splayed like he was ready for more. He nipped me again.

“Jerk,” I scolded him.

He winked at me and placed a soothing kiss to the tip.