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Brock

WHOOPS, PARTY FOUL

T he new guy was okay. Leif liked him and there was something mysterious about him, but he wasn’t giving off bad vibes. That was enough to make feel comfortable leaving the kid with him while I went in for a drink.

“Hey, is there any—” My words died in my throat when I saw how Cal had Liz pressed against him and the flushed look on her face. If I had come in ten seconds later, I had no doubt that I would have found them lip-locked in one hell of a passionate embrace.

They jumped apart, and Liz looked guilty, and so did Cal, but he also looked hungry. For blood and for sex.

I waited for the spear of jealousy to stab through me, but it never came. Instead, every fantasy I had about Callum and every dirty thought I had about Liz joined in my head, and it was almost enough to make me drop to my knees and beg.

“Sorry, what did you need?” Liz asked, the first one of us coming back to her senses. Lucky girl. She got to feel what it was like in his arms. Even if it was for just a moment, I would have given anything for that. And Cal, he got to run his hands down her sides, feeling the soft curves of her body.

“No, nothing. I am so sorry I interrupted, next time hang a sock on the door or something, yeah?” I joked, looking for my escape.

As quickly as my legs would carry me, I ran down to the basement and went straight into the bathroom.

Fuck, the way he held her, the way her eyes were closed and her lips parted in awe, was so fucking…

I yanked the handle on the shower, turning it all the way to cold. Every fantasy I had about Callum, about what it would be like to kiss him, was now filled with Liz too. I wanted to kiss him and taste her lips on his. I wanted our hands to touch as the slide down her body and—no.

No. I couldn’t go there.

Being heart sick over one roommate was torture enough, but two? Two would be too painful.

I stripped down and hopped into the stream of freezing water, which felt great on my heated skin. I waited for it to do its job, to banish my dirty thoughts, and make my cock go back down to where it belonged.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together, in different positions, beckoning me to join them.

Fuck it, maybe I just needed to get them out of my system. I turned the water from icy to just hot enough to fill the bathroom with steam. Fuck yes, hot and humid, perfect relaxation for any water elemental.

With a few deep breaths I closed my eyes and saw Callum standing naked and proud, his thick cock standing hard against his abs. He smiled at someone. It wasn’t me; it was her.

Liz walked to him, her body flowing and natural, with generous breasts and the most amazing curves. Her shape gracefully tapered from her waist to her rounder hips and then back down to her toned thighs. She was a goddess, the reason I could never give up women entirely. And her divine vibe was more than physical. Caring and sweet, her aura shone so brightly.

Callum kissed her, long and slow, running one hand through her hair while the other trailed down her body. He turned her in his arms so I could watch his hands massaging her tits while his lips tasted the golden skin on her shoulder.

They were beautiful together. Even if it was just in my head, I knew they would be as perfect in real life.

She leaned back in his arms, and her eyes opened, looking at me. One of her hands lifted, wrapping around Callum’s neck. The other reached out to me, calling me to them.

“Come, Brock. Taste our girl,” he said, cupping her breasts and lifting them as if in offering.

My hand slid down my abs as I breathed in the perfectly humid water. With a wave of my other hand, I manipulated the droplets in the steam to form a figure that had the same shape as Callum, and one to form the shape of Liz. The two figures embraced, kissing and touching each other while I gripped my cock, squeezing the head to relieve some of the pressure. I wanted this to last.

When Callum reached between Liz’s thighs and caressed her, her head went back in a silent cry. I almost lost it. I barely held on when a knock came at the door, and I groaned in annoyance.

Couldn’t a man just get five minutes to fantasize about two of his roommates so he could get himself under control before he came in his pants like a fucking teenager?

“I’ll be out in a few,” I called.

“Are you okay?” Cal’s voice came through the door.

“Fine,” I called back, apparently not convincingly. The next thing I knew, Cal twisted the knob so hard it broke the lock, and the door swung in. Stupid vampires and their stupid strength.

“What are you doing?” I said, dissolving the steam before he could see the figures in it.

“Seeing if my friend is okay. I was worried about you. You came in for something and then ran down to the basement. Are you okay?”

How did I answer that? What did he want me to say?

The warm water pounded on my chest, sending torrents of wet heat down my abs and over my still rock-hard cock. All the blood from my brain had to be in my dick at that moment because I couldn’t bring myself to make up a lame excuse. I couldn’t even try to make up something for my straight friend to make him less uncomfortable. There were simply no more fucks to give, well at least that kind. I clearly had plenty of the other kind left.

“You really want to know? Why I ran down here to jump in the shower?” I asked, giving him an out. If he wasn’t smart enough to take it, that wasn’t my problem.

I took the towel from the rack and wrapped it around my waist before I stepped out of the shower. If I was going to be rejected, it would not be with my cock out.

“Yes,” he said, stepping closer to me, standing toe to toe. I was over his game, over the back and forth, so I put an end to it by reaching out and grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him to me. My lips sealed over his, and I waited for him to push me away, for him to wrench himself out of my grip.

Any minute, he was going to shove me back and tell me I’d just ruined our friendship forever.

He didn’t.

He kissed me back, his hands laced in my hair, and he kissed me like it was a battle of wills. If he wanted me to submit, at that moment for him, I would. Fuck dream Callum, and steam Callum. The real thing was so much better.

I opened my lips for him, letting him deepen the kiss. He didn’t just deepen it. He dominated it. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling me closer. His tongue caressed mine as he pulled me out of the shower.

“Turn off the water,” he growled.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a playful wink, but his eyes darkened, and his fangs came out, making my heart race with a jolt of adrenaline. Or was it fear?

Fuck, why was that so hot?

“Good boy,” he purred when I shut off the water. “Now tell me why you ran downstairs. Did seeing me with Liz make you jealous?”

Standing wet and naked in front of him with only a towel while he was fully dressed made me feel vulnerable in a way I didn’t mind. It was freeing. I felt like I couldn’t hide anything, like I couldn’t lie to him.

“No,”

“Then why run?”

“Because if I didn’t, you would see, she would see.”

“See what?” He took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. I would never get used to the way his body was all long, shredded contours and toned muscles. I mean, I was in great shape, but Cal’s physique looked like it was carved from the most perfect marble. God, was any other man in any world so damn lick-able?

“See what?” He repeated, tilting my chin up so my eyes were forced to meet his.

“See how much I want you and…”

“And? Finish your sentence so I can kiss you again.” The way he growled, the words made my cock jump, smacking into my abs. His lips twitched just a little in the corner, telling me he knew what he was doing to me, and he liked it.

“And how much I want her.”

“You want Liz too?” His eyes opened wide, and I could see his pulse flutter in the vein in his neck. “I thought you only liked men?”

I scoffed. “I prefer men, but have you seen her? She’s amazing. And heart is…”

“Special,” he finished.

“I thought you only liked women.”

“So did I,” he replied, kissing me again. My heart was pounding in my chest. My hands shook as I placed them on Cal’s shoulders and let my fingers trail down his steel abs.

“Tell me what you were thinking about that was so dirty you had to run from me. I want to know.”

“I…”

“Tell me.” he growled into my ear then started kissing my throat. Every time his fangs scratched my skin, my heart jumped, and I wanted more. I wanted him to feed from me. “Don’t think, just speak.”

I could feel his powers of persuasion wash over me. Something most vampires had and Cal had in spades. I was strong enough to fight it off. He couldn’t make me do something I didn’t want, but he could give me the courage to do the things I was too afraid to do.

I didn’t think. I just let the truth fall from my lips.

“I wondered if she would taste sweeter before or after you fucked her, I wanted to know the sounds she would make as we took turns making her come for us, and I wanted to know how your lips would taste painted her in cum.”

“Dirty boy.” He smiled against my throat. “Is that all?”

“No, the way her lips were parted, I wanted to feel them on me, on all of me.”

“Fuck. Me too,” he groaned. His fingers gently traced the lines of my abs back and forth, moving further down with each pass. His touch sent shivers of need over my skin. I’d never felt anything like it—I was sure Callum was ruining me for all other men—but I didn’t care, I needed more.

“Tell me what you want,” I pleaded.

“I can’t believe this has all happened so suddenly, but I won’t deny it. I want to know how you two are different and the same. I want to taste you both, spend hours studying every inch of you, and learn how to control every sensation in your body. You probably taste so sweet. I want to know how to take you apart, so I’m the only one who can put you back together.”

Fuck, yes!

I swallowed hard, not able to say anything even if I wanted to.

“Did you see how pretty she looked with her eyes closed and lips parted?”

I nodded, closing my eyes and focusing on the low, smooth timber of his voice and the way his lips felt on my skin.

“You’re making that same lost-in-pleasure face, so fucking pretty. Tell me, will you look that pretty when I drink from your veins or when you’re on your knees for me, looking up at my cock, ready to show me how much you want me?”

“We could find out,” I offered without my usual flirting. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t about making him roll his eyes at me or scandalizing some woman that was getting too close to him.

“We will, but we need to talk about this more first. We need to involve Liz since she seems so instrumental in this with us.” He caressed my shoulder and smiled mischievously. “And I want to know the rest of the dirty thoughts in your filthy head, so I know what you’re thinking about when you’re swallowing my cock.”

“Hopefully, I’ll think, ‘Dear God I can’t breathe. This is awesome. How fast can I make this master vampire come down my throat, and will it drown me?’”

He laughed, then turned me around, so I was facing the bathroom mirror gripping the sides of the sink.

“Tell me what you were thinking about last night when you made yourself cum in your room.” His eyes met mine in the foggy mirror and I was able to watch as he kissed my neck and my shoulders, his hands wrapping around me, and running over my chest, slowly moving lower with each pass.

Fuck, he wasn’t playing fair.

“You heard that?” My voice cracked.

“I did, now tell me.”

“I was thinking about…” Fuck, his mouth felt so good, and his hands were now on my abs moving slower.

“Tell me.” His persuasion washed over me, urging me to tell him everything.

“I was thinking about Liz riding my face while—” I gasped as he placed his fangs on my skin ready to sink them into my flesh and his hand brushed the knot holding my towel up. All he had to do was bite my neck, yank just a little and everything I was would be exposed to him. He would taste my essence and see every inch of me.

“Tell me.” The fresh wave of persuasion nearly had me pushing my ass back into him and demanding the bite.

“While she sucked your cock, getting it ready to fuck both of us.” I gasped.

“You want to get our girl ready while she gets my cock nice and hard?”

“Do you want to see?” I asked.

He stopped kissing me and gave me a confused look.

I waved my hand and manipulated the steam on the mirror. It wasn’t as detailed as the full-sized figures. I wasn’t able to concentrate enough for that while Callum was touching me.

I could make smaller outlines in the fog though. We both watched as a foggy image of Liz laid on top of my own proxy, her body pressing close while they kissed, then she moved so she was straddling his face. My misty apparition grabbed her thighs, and she arched her back, tossing her head backwards in pleasure. Then Callum’s conjured water likeness sidled onto the scene. He bent down and kissed Liz before using her hair to direct her head to his cock.

“I like this magic,” Callum moaned “Now show me in the mirror how you would touch yourself while you devoured our girl.

My image reached his hand down, grasping his cock hard and pulling slowly, savoring the experience.

“Mmm, I think I know what you like,” his voice deepened. “Can I show you?”

“God, yes,” I gasped. His fingers traced the cuts in my abs down to just under my towel. He was so close to touching me, so close to what I had been dreaming about for so long. He was going to sink his fangs into me, while he—

He jerked back like something had burned him.

“What?”

“Shh” he said, placing his hand over my mouth. I listened, trying to hear whatever it was, to figure out what had stolen the most perfect moment away from me.

Upstairs on the first floor, glass shattered, and Leif screamed.