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Story: Bite Me
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PASSION
EDDIE
We moved in sync. He cupped my jaw, his grip on my face somehow tender and firm at the same time, and my hand slid into his hair of its own volition. We kissed like we’d been starving, even though Russel couldn’t be hungry. It’d only been a day since he drank from me. His irises were still warm copper.
It occurred to me that there might be a camera in the elevator. Would a security guard somewhere get an eyeful? Were they even looking when there wasn’t an emergency? Russel’s chest brushed against mine, and my thoughts dispersed in a pink cloud of lust.
“Irresistible,” he murmured against my wet lips. “Driving me crazy.”
I kissed him deeper. His saliva had a sweet, flowery taste, like nectar, and I knew it was the venom I was tasting. It wouldn’t affect me as fast and as intensely as if he’d bitten me, but still… Just knowing I was licking it from his mouth made my cock throb.
The elevator dinged, and Russel grabbed my wrist. The garage was deserted, all cars dark and quietly waiting. He led me toward a discreet exit on the other side of the building. Nobody ever used it since it led to a dodgy alley lined with dumpsters. We jogged onto the street, and Russel waved down the first cab he saw. Miraculously, it stopped.
In the back seat, he grabbed my hand again, rubbing his thumb across my wrist. He squeezed from time to time, and I looked at his worried expression, city lights flying across his face. Was he afraid I’d back out at the last minute?
I didn’t want to. What I was doing was monumentally foolish, but I couldn’t stop. I’d never wanted anything more than to fall naked into this man’s arms and lose myself.
The ride took less than five minutes. It was late, and the traffic had already died down. We stopped in front of a modern high-rise, and Russel paid the driver.
We passed a doorman who greeted Russel politely and didn’t blink an eye at my accompanying him. Then we were kissing in an elevator again.
I had no idea which floor we got out on, and if I came here again tomorrow, I wouldn’t be able to find which door was Russel’s. My senses were full of him as I followed him like a puppy until a door clicked shut behind me, and he pressed me against it.
I half expected him to go straight for my throat, but he didn’t. He palmed my ass over my slacks and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His hard cock pressed into my lower belly.
“How do you want to do this, Eddie?” he asked against my wet lips. “You call the shots.”
The easiest question in the world, the easiest answer. “I want you to bite me and fuck me.”
He groaned, squeezing my ass. “I’ll fucking eat you alive.”
A glorious shiver ran down my spine. I hated that I needed to take care of the practicalities first. “But I need a shower,” I said.
Leaning his forehead against mine, he exhaled. “Okay. Okay. I can wait for ten more minutes. Maybe.”
He nodded but didn’t let go of me. I was trapped between the door and his large frame.
“Show me the bathroom?”
“You won’t change your mind?”
“I won’t.”
“Okay.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me after him. The apartment was dark, and I barely knew where I was going, but he didn’t need any lights. He paused by another door, presumably the bathroom, and caressed my jaw.
“I should at least offer you a drink.”
“Later. Sex first.”
That made him chuckle. “Yes. Sex first. Don’t be long.”
“Do you have a kit?” He’d know what I meant.
“The cupboard under the sink.”
I closed myself in the bathroom and patted the wall by the door in search of a light switch. Bright light flared to life, illuminating black metallic tiles. I peered around as my eyes adjusted.
The bathroom was the size of my bedroom: a double sink, a toilet separated by a low wall with built-in shelves, a shower stall big enough for four people, and a large corner bathtub. Russel had a remarkable lack of things . A single toothbrush, toothpaste—I hadn’t known vampires brushed their teeth—an unscented shower gel, soap, toilet paper, and a beard trimmer were all I could see. Compared to this, the cramped little bathroom I shared with Sheri and Aaron looked like a fully stocked drugstore after a mild earthquake.
The cupboard held a few clean toothbrushes in plastic packaging, a water-based lube dispenser, and a wooden box. I peeked inside the box. Bingo . The black silicon bulb for douching would do great. I grabbed the lube and the bulb and set them on the counter.
Time dragged horrendously as I went through the routine that couldn’t be rushed. Then I finally stood in the shower, clean on the inside, and tilted my face up. I gave myself a few seconds under the warm spray before I slapped the water shut.
I pressed out a dollop of lube and smeared it over my rim, then I pushed my fingertip inside. Closing my eyes, I let the sensation run its course.
Damn, I’d come out of here lubed and hard. Was I overdoing it?
My cock bobbed as I washed my hands. I could at least wrap a towel around my hips, but with my erection, it would look ridiculous.
Instead, I gave myself a few strokes, imagining Russel doing a double take when he saw me walking out of his bathroom, ready like a fluffed-up porn star.
Who was this new me?
A vampire venom junkie.
Instead of guilt and apprehension, I only felt excitement as I turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom.
A soft yellow glow guided me down the hall toward another room. Russel must have heard me coming because when I entered, he was sitting on a bed, gazing at me.
I paused, leaning on the door frame. I was naked, but he still had his shirt and slacks on. My cock pointed straight at him. He looked me up and down, and his nostrils flared.
Not taking his eyes off me, he unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it off his arms. He dropped it carelessly on the floor. Then he undid his belt and opened his fly. I watched as he took his cock out and stroked it.
“Come here,” he rasped.
As soon as I stepped close enough, he grabbed my hips and yanked me forward. He rubbed his lips along my erection and kissed my slit. I remembered fucking his mouth to the root in frenzy and how he looked up at me with near devotion, even as I must have cut off his breathing. He gave me the same look now, with his lips touching my cockhead.
A skittish voice inside me whispered that this wasn’t how one looked at food. This was something else. Amid all the arousal and anticipation, I felt a tug in my chest.
Holding my gaze, Russel slowly licked the underside of my cock. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and kissed me below my belly button, then he breathed deeply from my skin. A wave of warmth seemed to roll off him, enveloping me. It seemed natural that I would hug his head to my middle. His shoulders lifted with another deep breath, humid air wafted over my groin… What are we doing?
One more kiss, and he glanced up. This time, there was mischief in his changeable eyes. A dangerous predator was about to bite me, drink my blood, devour me, and I’d never felt as protected and cherished as I did right then.
Abruptly, he swung me around, and I landed with my ass on the soft bed, bouncing off it. I laughed, but the expression on Russel’s face made me stop.
He bared his teeth, and I saw in real time how his fangs dropped. Now that was definitely hunger, predatory and fierce. My body responded to the sight, my cock aching and my balls tightening.
He swiftly took off his pants, and gloriously naked, he bent over me.
“Ready?” he rasped.
For the emotional chaos brewing in my head? No .
But I nodded with eagerness, and his sinister smile widened.
The first bite was above my hip. Just a shallow mark that he licked right away, closing it in a second. Another sting by my belly button. The hollow between my hip and underbelly. The inside of my thigh. They were like open-mouthed kisses with a tiny prickle of his teeth.
Those little bites were designed to make me explode.
“More?”
I moaned. I wanted his marks everywhere.
“Fuck, yes. Keep going.”
He bit a vein on my thigh, and a heartbeat later, the rush from his venom hit my brain. I arched my spine and threw my head back. My cock was throbbing.
Using his inhuman strength, he flipped me around. Face down, I inhaled his scent from the bedding.
“Please…”
The next sting came on my ass cheek and another on the inside of my crease.
I couldn’t help it—I shoved my knees under myself and rocked back, blatantly offering him my ass. All the spots where he’d bitten me were burning, like blazing fire licking my skin, except the burn was pure passion.
He licked from my balls to my hole. I clawed at the sheets.
“Fuck me, Russel, please.”
With yet another stinging bite on my ass cheek, he slid a finger inside me. He brushed my gland, and I whined.
“I’ll come!”
“Shh. Yes, you will. You’ll come so many times tonight.”
He kissed up my spine, his finger moving along my rim, stretching me out.
“I want…” The next brush over my gland made me gasp. One more, and it would be game over. “Russel! In me!”
I had no idea where the lube came from, but I heard a click and the distinct slippery noise of a hand on a slick cock. The mattress moved under me, and Russel’s hand grasped my hip.
Eager to feel him, I bore down against the blunt pressure on my opening.
Fuck!
I forgot how overwhelming it could be. The pressure took my breath away. He was in me.
“Eddie, baby…”
He sank deeper, and I groaned. He curled his body over me, his front to my back, as he inched into my hole. A tiny back and forth, and deeper still.
“Eddie.”
“Keep going,” I managed, before a guttural groan tore out of my throat.
The fullness felt amazing. My groin tingled, the pressure inside me forcing tendrils of pleasure to run down my legs and swirl in my balls.
Russel pressed a kiss to my neck and stilled.
In the quiet, I heard only my panting breaths and blood thrumming in my ears. All the blood.
And I imagined in how many ways he owned me already, and how much more I was willing to give him.
How far was I willing to go to feel like this?
We weren’t even moving, and I hovered on the edge of complete ecstasy.
When he brushed over my sweet spot, I lost it. My untouched cock jerked and spurted onto the sheet under me, and my hole clenched around Russel.
I didn’t know what I yelled, but I heard Russel’s deep voice in my ear.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re perfect. You feel perfect.”
The pleasure grew and withdrew and grew again like tidal waves.
He straightened behind me and wrapped his large hands around my waist. He gave me slow, pumping thrusts, dragging his cock out and pushing it back in, and after the shattering orgasm, my hole should have gotten tight and achy. But instead, my body opened for him like a damned flower.
He went in to the root, his balls touching my taint, and I wondered if he looked at my ass, spread out for him like this, open and filled and taken.
Miraculously, I was still hard. How long would the venom last? Was it the venom? Maybe, with Russel, one orgasm would never be enough.
I leaned on one elbow and managed to wrap my right hand around my cock. I hissed at the touch. My cock was swollen and heavy like never before. But I wouldn’t complain. This was heaven. This was as close to nirvana as a human could get.
“Good?” he purred.
He must have heard how good it was. I was all but mewling.
“Yes. Aah. Yes!”
And he sped up.
Wailing, I got steamrolled by another climax. Small lights danced on the insides of my eyelids.
Russel rolled us to the side, and my jellified muscles didn’t put up any resistance. He spooned me and rocked me on his dick as he kissed my neck. I was buzzing, the aftershocks of pleasure shooting all the way to my fingers and toes. Some time passed; maybe the Earth was still turning. He was still hard, lodged in my body. Had he come? I’d been too out of it to notice.
A small press of his hips. His dick nudged my oversensitive gland, and I whimpered. I was completely, utterly taken.
“I can do this all night.” The darkness in his voice. Was it a threat?
But he owned me, so I breathed, “Yes.”
He bit me one more time.
I was hoarse from yelling. My cry was more like a croak when the rush came a heartbeat later. Euphoria was the word. Every cell in my body sang, and instead of all those annoying thoughts, my head was full of exhilarated joy.
Holding my right leg, he pushed himself up, straddled my left thigh, and drove into me with force. The strength with which he controlled his every move was such a turn-on. I was helpless, drowning in sensations, and he fucked me . On and on. Hard and deep and to the hilt. His warm hand enveloped my cock.
Wet smacking sounds, my mewls, his groans. I peered up at him, surprised I could still see. He moved like a machine, his broad, lean torso rippling with muscles. In the glow from the weak lamp, his fangs glistened like pearls. He snarled, and the image got blurry.
This pleasure was different. It came from somewhere in the middle of my body…pressure rising with each pump of Russel’s hips until it flared out like a fucking supernova.
Three times.
He fucked three orgasms in a row out of me.
Now my hole was loose and slippery, his cum oozing out. I couldn’t move a muscle. Sweet kisses dotted my thigh and waist, warm hands gently rolled me to my back, and more kisses rained on my chest.
There might have been a wet towel, but I couldn’t remember. A straw nudged my lips. Cool water in my parched throat. Velvety skin against mine. With the last of my strength, I threw an arm over him.
“My sweetheart.”
Maybe he said something more, but I didn’t hear him. I fell asleep in seconds.