Page 12 of Pretty Fly for a Vampire Guy

I flop onto my back, acting like I was sleeping. “Hey,” I say, doing my best to sound groggy. “What’s up?”

1,993, 1,994. They’re getting even faster.

“I…feel cheated,” he whispers.

I grin, even though he can’t see it. “Oh? How?”

“You said you’d kiss me. You…deserve your prize.”

Hearing this makes my heart skip a beat.

What number was I on? It doesn’t matter.

“Then c’mere and give it to me.” Stretching my arm wide, I fling the sheet to the side. In an instant, Owen’s climbed into bed, straddled my hips, and is now lowering his face to mine.

Owen is wearing a tight white tank top that shows off his physique. The waistband of his crimson red briefs peeks over the top of his plaid pajama bottoms. He smells sweet, and he’s so warm, and his hair is messy and sexy.

I hold his face in both hands and bring my lips to his. He eagerly kisses me at the same time I kiss him back, and our touch alters something deep inside me .

His hot lips on my cold ones, his desperate tongue in my mouth, the way he’s now leaning down and tugging my hair. The fact that I can feel his hard dick rubbing against my torso.

I can hear his throbbing veins—in his neck, and in his cock.

Monster god, I want him.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, wanting to be sure, since he was all “no jocks” earlier.

“Fuck, yes,” he whispers, his voice hoarser, as he takes off his shirt. Instantly, my hands are tracing his bare back, sliding down to his round, perfect ass.

He moans.

“Are my hands too cold?” I whisper. My fangs want to sink into him, but I can hold back. I think.

“No, I like them. I’m always too hot.”

Our kisses turn more frantic. I sit up with my back to the headboard and pull Owen with me so he’s still straddling my lap.

Now I want to make him come. I want to release all this tension I’ve been feeling inside for him.

He’s going to be mine. I just know it.

Except…as much as I want to fucking own him, I need to dial it back. He’s human and therefore much more fragile than I am. Plus, I usually deny myself human feeders, choosing instead to just drink blood from a plastic bag.

I want his blood. Monster god , I want it.

I’m at an advantage here, because I can see him perfectly while he can’t see me as well, I’m sure. Not only do I see better in the dark, but he’s not wearing his glasses.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I mutter, trailing a fingertip down his chest.

He shivers under me, but I think it’s from arousal, not my body temperature. Or maybe it’s both. His skin feels molten hot under my touch. He grinds his dick against my side. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I need…more.”

“Just so you know,” I say, holding his chest and seeking out his eyes, even though he can’t see me. “They say vampires aren’t supposed to be able to get STIs or transmit them, but I still get tested, and I’m negative. I don’t want you to worry.”

“Yeah,” he pants. “I’m negative too.”

“Then let’s get these off,” I whisper, hooking my fingers in the waistband of his briefs.

Owen nods a few times and adjusts his position to make it so we can slide them down.

And now, this handsome man is sprawled over me, fully naked and completely aroused. “Wet dreams are made of this,” I admit, running my fingers down his rounded shoulders, wiry arms, narrow hips, and then his hairy thighs.

“Make me come, Clay,” Owen growls, losing patience, and I grin.

“With pleasure.” I scoot under him so I’m on my back. “Fuck my face.”

“You…you sure?”

“Yep. Then you can control how deep you go. Just watch out for my fangs.”

“ Fuck ,” Owen groans again, as he changes his position, lining his hot, hard dick up with my waiting mouth.

I open wide, and he slides in, tentative at first. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” he moans. “This feels so good. It’s cool, but so wet and the suction is so tight, and oh my monster god.”

He holds on to the top of the headboard above me and tilts his angle so he’s on his knees on either side of me, his dick fucking my throat.

I reach down and grab his ass, encouraging him to go deeper, faster, longer. To make me choke, which is almost impossible to do, given my monster skills .

I can taste his precum and smell his sweat. I love all of it.

“Oh, monster god,” Owen starts chanting, picking up his speed. I can’t talk, but I hope I’m communicating how much I want him to use me with how I’m guiding his ass toward my mouth, gripping it hard.

When he seems to get the idea and takes over at a brutal pace I love, I keep one hand on his hip and with the other, reach down to stroke my own cock.

How badly do I want to bury it inside his hot body? On a scale of one to ten, it’s twenty million.

But he’s not ready for that, I don’t think.

Secret hookups in the dark can turn into other things in the light of day.

For now, Owen’s getting close. His balls are drawing up closer to his body, and his thrusts are getting artless. My mouth feels abused, which is exactly the way I prefer it—for my jaw to ache, my breathing to be labored. For it all to be too much.

I can sense when Owen’s going to pull back, but I want him to finish inside my mouth. So I hold his ass to me, his cock down my throat so far I’d choke if I were still human.

“Clay…I’m about to…” His voice goes higher, and I love the way he says my name. A moment later, it happens: with a shout, he starts pulsing into me. His hot, salty release warms my insides and gives me a jolt of energy like a breakfast shot of blood.

After a few more aftershocks, he pulls out and collapses to the side, reaching out a hand for my cock, which I’ve been intermittently neglecting.

I bat his hand away, choosing to jack myself, but he holds his mouth open over my tip, clearly communicating that he wants to help.

Fine by me. I let him suck me, and with Owen licking my cock, I tip over into the realm of brain blackouts and full-body shakes, the orgasm hitting me hard. How long has it been since I last came?

Once my body calms down, I tug him up onto me and give him a kiss. “Seems I won my bet after all.”

He cuddles into me.

“Did you know that for vampires, semen is a form of sustenance? If we can’t get blood, we can, you know, suck cock,” I say.

He snickers. “That is not true.”

“How would you know? How do you know I don’t feel invigorated right now, having given you a blow job?”

“Do you really feel that way?” Owen asks with a grin.

“Definitely.”

“Splendiferous. I love learning more about monsters.” Owen’s voice is dreamy, and soon enough he’s falling asleep against my chest.