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Story: Pretty Fly for a Vampire Guy
On my list of things I like about Owen that I recited in my head just now, I forgot to mention that he’s absolutely the sexiest man I could ever ask for, period. Exactly my type. He’s not tall or short, not big or small, just…perfect.
And he looks even better right now. His dark hair’s mussed. His lips are swollen from our kisses. His eyes are half-lidded with desire. There’s a very clear outline of his cock in the front of his jeans.
I want him.
He pushes up his glasses, bites his lip, and before he can open his mouth, I vampire-zoom over to him and pick his ass up so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist.
“You good?” I ask.
“Yep,” he says, and threads his hands into my hair, pulling me close for a kiss.
I pull back. “Careful of the fangs.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
“Monster god, you’re sexy,” I whisper, palming his ass.
Before he can respond, I kiss him and walk us toward the bed. I let our tongues tangle, but I’m cautious not to accidentally make him bleed—although that would be extremely yummy.
When my knees hit the bed, I fall forward, so he drops on his back, and I go with him, settling between his legs and framing his face with my elbows as I hover over him. “I love your glasses, but want to take them off?”
Owen nods, and he looks adorable. I like that he lets me do things for him sometimes. It makes me feel competent. I know it’s just taking off his glasses, but so many people don’t trust me with anything. The fact that he lets me do this makes me feel like I’m caring for him, even in a simple way.
Using both hands so they don’t snag on his ears, I gingerly remove his glasses and place them on the bedside table. I reach behind my head and yank my own shirt off, and I hear a sharp intake of breath from him. So I might flex my abs. Maybe.
Grinning down at him, I watch him take me in. It’s flattering that he likes my body. But this is terribly one-sided.
“Get naked,” I order.
“Make me, Cannon,” he sasses back. I didn’t know he had that in him, and I like it.
I raise an eyebrow. “I could just rip them off.” I show him one of my nails, allowing it to be razor-sharp with my vampire powers.
He gazes at my nail and licks his lips. “How about the normal way this time?” Owen asks.
I lower my nail. Still, I can sense his desire—the thrum of his blood and the hitch in his breath.
Sometime, I’ll have to shred his clothes, just to let him know how much I want him.
But I’ll do it with clothes he doesn’t mind losing, on a day when he won’t have to do a naked walk of shame afterward.
“Deal.” Tugging at the hem of his T-shirt, he helps me get his top off and then I go back over him again.
This is better. Skin to skin. My cold skin against his hot, velvety skin makes everything feel like it’s the right temperature. Not too cool or too warm.
“Ugh, you feel so good ,” he mutters, as he squeezes my shoulders. I snake a hand down to the front of his pants, rubbing his hard length with my palm, careful not to be too rough or to press his zipper into him.
I lean down and kiss and lick my way along his torso. I’d bite him too, but that’s too dangerous. So I keep everything light.
As I’m doing that, he runs his nails along my scalp.
“Keep doing that,” I say, breathlessly. “I love it.”
He obliges, running those perfect fingers through my hair. Next, I undo his jeans and hook my thumbs in his underwear. Between the two of us, we take all of his clothing off, so he’s now naked under me.
“Every time I see you naked, I think how lucky I am to get to touch you,” I whisper. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Heat infuses his cheeks. “Seriously? I’m not?—”
He’s going to say something self-deprecating. I cut him off. “I really dig your look, okay? Please, don’t say anything negative, Bhat.”
Owen nods. “Okay.”
Descending back down on him, I run my hands up the inside of his legs, along his calves and thighs, and when I get to his cock, I run the back of my index finger up the underside.
I know he wants more. I want more. But I also want to tease him a bit before we go further. So I open my mouth and take his tip inside, suckling gently.
He hisses. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”
Bobbing up and down on his cock, I use my tongue to play with the area under the head—I should know the name, we’re in anatomy class together. Frenulum, maybe?
All I know is that it feels good.
Owen seems to agree, judging by how his heartbeat is racing and he’s leaking precum. As I suck him, I fumble for one of those packets of lube I threw on the bed earlier, but it’s just out of reach.
I pop off of him. “Hang on,” I say, and wink, nuzzling his hipbone. Might as well take off my clothes, too. I shove off my jeans, underwear, and socks, and stroke my cock a few times, while Owen watches me from the bed, his hand on his own cock.
I need to be inside him. I have to have him. I find one of the packets, rip it, and pour liquid on my fingers as I come back up on the bed.
“Sorry this is cold,” I say. “Both my fingers and the lube.”
“It’s fine,” Owen says. He jumps a little as my fingers find his entrance and I spread the fluid.
Taking my time, I circle his hole, adding more lube and penetrating him with one finger.
While I’m probably coordinated enough to suck his cock at the same time, I like watching the expressions on his face, and I don’t want to miss the way he squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them in pleasure when that initial burn eases.
More lube is always good, so I drizzle more and add a second finger, taking my time to open him up.
He sucks in a hard breath when I graze his prostate, and I grin.
“How’re you doing, sexy?” I ask.
“Good. Very good.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I can do better than that, I think.”
“I just want you inside me,” he whines.
“In a minute.” I don’t want to hurt him, even though that initial fullness of a dick in your ass always stings no matter how much a dude preps. And he just feels so warm and tight; I like playing with him.
But when he’s no longer tense and starts begging, “Clay, please, now,” I relent.
“On your knees?” I ask. “Is that how you want it?”
“Yes, fuck, please, yes.” Owen flips onto his hands and knees, and I take a moment to admire him.
Dark brown skin. That gorgeous ass. The dark hair on his legs. His strong back. His masculine scent. His heat.
He’s mine.
Coming up behind him, I kiss the back of his neck. I pour the rest of the lube on my cock and rub it, making a total mess. But I don’t care—sex is messy, but sheets can be washed.
Holding my dick against his hole, I use my hips to gradually press in.
He resists me at first, and I’m forced out so I have to try it again. But this time I pop in up to the head, then slowly keep going in as he groans in pleasure.
“Oh monster god,” I whisper, my hands on his hips. “You’re so tight…and hot…and…feel so good.”
“Nrgh,” he replies, which makes me smile.
Making my way inside him, I finally seat myself entirely in his ass, with my pelvis against his ass cheeks.
I suck on his neck, wanting to bite, but knowing this will have to do. And I hold, letting him adjust. Letting his body accept me.
Finally, he nods, and I do an experimental pull out and thrust in, just a little bit.
He grunts.
“You good?” I ask.
He nods.
“Words, Owen. Are you okay?”
“So fucking okay.”
I grin against his neck and reach around for his cock, which has flagged.
Now I start to fuck him, using the lube still on my fingers to stroke his cock at the same time I thrust in and pull out.
At the beginning, I do small movements, not wanting to hurt him, but once I know he’s into it—when he starts shoving his ass back onto me—I go faster and harder, adjusting the angle until— there —I’m nudging his prostate.
And now I let myself enjoy the ride.
I’m losing myself in his hot body. In the rhythm of our movements. In how he meets me thrust for thrust. In how perfectly we fit together.
In how his blood sings under my fingers. How my cock is drowning in pleasure in his body. How hard he is, and how his balls are drawing up tight to his body. How we smell like sweat and sex and salt and—okay, only I can smell this—the sharp tang of blood.
I could back off and keep edging him, but I think we both want to come.
“You close?” I murmur.
“Yeah, so close.”
Changing the angle, I find one that makes him moan loudly. I stroke his cock, focusing on the tip and the underside, and his body tightens up as he’s in that moment before he’s going to come. That pause before he shatters.
With a groan, he starts coming, his hot release all over my hand as I fuck him through it.
Then a few more thrusts of my own in what is surely his oversensitive body, and I’m taking my own shattering leap.
It’s better than scoring a goal.
It’s better than flying.
It’s better than anything—the waves of pleasure hit me over and over again as I fuck into him, shoving myself inside him deep and staying there through all of the pulsing. My mind is clear, my body’s satisfied, and my heart…it’s happy.
I hold him as both of us pant like we’ve run a race.
Owen turns his face over his shoulder, and I kiss him savagely. In my enthusiasm, I accidentally nick his lip, rendering a slight trace of blood on his mouth.
“Sorry,” I whisper, wanting to lick it.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he says, sucking on his lip so that it stops .
With Owen, the more I have him, the more I want him. I think this feeling’s never going to stop.
After a few moments, I pull out and give him another kiss, then go to the bathroom to clean up.
I can only dwell on one thought: I want to do that again as soon as he’s ready.
When I get back to bed with a warm washcloth to clean him off, I curl up behind him, holding him to me.
“That was…” he whispers.
“Yeah. It was.”