Page 72 of Bite Me

“I’d love to see these in full size. Damn.”

“There’s a permanent exhibition in his old home on the coast, south of the city.”

He grinned at me. “Can we go?”

“Sure. Next weekend?”

Eddie bit his lip. “Another weekend getaway?” He gave me my phone back, and I slipped it into my pocket before pulling him close.

“Yes. I’ll find us a hotel nearby.”

Maybe he tried to hide it, but I did notice the fleeting worry in his expression. “Thank you.”

When I kissed him, he melted against me.

“Let’s go back,” I murmured against his lips. I couldn’t wait to get him naked.

“Can we…”

“What, sweetheart?”

“Can we have sex without biting?” The question came in a rush.

I leaned back to gauge his expression. “Of course.”

“You can feed from me. I don’t mind. I just want to try…how it feels.”

“Eddie, you don’t have to explain. I’d love that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” I pressed my lips against his in a tender kiss. “I’ve never done that before.”

His eyes grew big. “No?”

“You’ll be my first.”

It made him smile, and this time, I didn’t feel like I had to shield my eyes from the glow. I let it singe my skin and heat my chest.

We walked back hand in hand and rushed up the stairs. Eddie took a shower while I undressed to my underwear and paced around.

I couldn’t be sure why he wanted to have sex without biting, but I could hope. Maybe he felt the same as me, that this could be more than…

The door to the bathroom opened, and Eddie stood there with a towel around his waist and droplets still glistening on his shoulders. He turned off the lights and stepped forward, dropping the towel on the threshold.

From the first day we met, I’d initiated and taken control of our encounters, but this felt different. This was Eddie’s moment, and I just stood there, waiting and hoping.

He put his hand on the side of my neck and pressed his lips against mine. I opened for him and closed my eyes. His familiar taste and scent made my fangs itch and stomach tighten in anticipation, but the urge was weak now that I’d fed from him several times in the last twenty-four hours. I could easily ignore it.

Instead, I savored the gentle dance of his tongue against mine, the warmth of his chest, and the press of his hardening cock on my thigh. I wove my fingers into his hair but didn’t grab or push. He dragged his parted lips down my jaw and lower, over my nipple. The strange sensation made me shiver.

Slowly, he knelt before me and pulled my boxer briefs down my thighs. He kissed the side of my cock and under the head before he wrapped his lips around it. I swallowed the excess saliva in my mouth and just breathed, watching him suck my cock deeper. His cheeks hollowed, and the tingling feeling in my dick grew tenfold.

“Eddie…”

What did I want to say? No idea. His name just fell from my lips.

He looked up and locked his eyes on mine as he bobbed his head. Anchoring himself with both hands on my hips, he took me deeper, until his throat spasmed around my cockhead. He gagged and pulled off, swallowing.