Page 49 of Bite Me

He let out a short laugh at my double meaning and tightened his hold on me. “Cheeky thing.”

The first touch was a kiss. An open-mouthed, slow kiss to my throat, a soft lick over the vein. He made a deep, purring sound, and my eyes fell shut. How easily I forgot about the rules and consequences…

He moved forward, guiding me until my ass hit a desk. I clung to his shoulders as he kissed up and down the vein. God, I couldn’t wait. Now that I knew what was coming, the yearning stole my breath. I arched toward Russel, every cell in my body begging him.

Then came the sting. Finally.

Fire and ice spread from the spot. I couldn’t tell when the venom hit me because the anticipation alone made me painfully aroused. He shoved a knee between my thighs and unzipped my pants. Then his warm hand wrapped around my cock.

My desperate moan resounded in the empty suite like an explosion. Russel hummed into my flesh. He stroked me firmly but slowly, and hesucked.

Heat spread through my bloodstream, and my every nerve ending came alive. My cum bubbled over his fingers, but the orgasm didn’t stop. Tingling pleasure kept coming in waves, and I moaned louder and louder.

He licked over the wound and let go of my cock. Was it over already? No!

But Russel was undoing his pants while he kept my head bent back with a firm grip on the hair on my nape.

Then his erection touched mine, and I cried out.

He took us both in his fist.

I lost myself when he bit me the second time, maybe an inch below the first bite. I could hear myself gasping, “Yes!”

His cock moved against mine, hard like a rock and warm, and the wound on my throat hurt in the most decadent way. Helpless, pinned down by his fangs in my throat, I flew on the inside.

Suddenly, I couldn’t feel his lips anymore. Was I still bleeding?

“Open your eyes, Eddie.”

I obeyed.

His face was inches away from mine, and he was staring at me. His eyes were on fire, like hot coals in his irises, and his lips were stained with deep red.

My blood.

His tongue flicked against his needle-sharp fangs.

He’s been drinking my blood. The warm hardness against my aching erection… that’s his cock.

His hand stroked up and down, and I whimpered.

Oh God. So close.

“Your pupils are blown. I love it when you look at me like this.”

He brushed his bloodstained lips against mine, then moved lower along my jaw and throat until he closed his mouth over the wound. He began drinking again, and his hand tightened around us.

A few strokes, and I was falling again.

My head was spinning, my vision went black, and I bucked into his grip. The second orgasm was longer than the first. All of me was throbbing and shaking, and then I felt his cock jerk against mine. He smeared my erection with his cum. He rubbed it all over my oversensitive cockhead as he licked the bite on my throat.

One day, I wanted to see the open wound. I wanted to watch myself bleed before he’d lick it off.

Fuck. I was already counting on doing this again.

When he straightened before me, his fangs were gone, and there were no traces of blood anywhere near his mouth. His eyes were the color of sunset.

He loosened his grip on my hair and massaged my scalp. I could smell a faint salty tang when he exhaled. He let go of my flagging cock and lifted his hand to his lips. With his gaze on me, he licked the cum drops from his index finger.