Page 3 of Pucking Vamps

My pants limit how thoroughly he can do it though, so after the initial wave of desire, I manage to regain the ability to think somewhat coherently. I look around, spotting the plush couch on his patio. It looks expensive as fuck and big enough to accommodate us screwing on it, but there are probably more comfortable places inside his house.

“Hey, how about we go inside? I bet you have one of those giant beds that’s probably bigger than the bedroom in my apartment.”

He chuckles as his teeth graze the curve of my collarbone, his dark eyes pinning me with their captivating intensity as he looks up and meets my gaze. An overhead dim lamp makes it possible to catch a hint of their green color, but it’s such a thin rim around his blown-out pupils that it might as well not even be there.

The longer I look at his eyes, the more they entrance me. The darkness in them is as if alive, luring me deeper and deeper until I feel it surround me completely like his presence did in the club. It should scare me. I know it. My brain knows it. The logical part of it, at least. But the fear brings on another surge of arousal to my core. I want him naked. It’s an imperative that becomes my sole goal. I want to feel the heat of his body. I want to taste him and own him for tonight.

“Are you ordering me in my own house?” he says in an intentionally low and gravelly voice that makes me even harder.

I drag my tongue along my bottom lip. He follows the motion with his gaze, squeezing my dick with possessiveness. My eyes roll back, an obscene moan ripping out of my throat.

Oh my god. His intensity is so fucking hot; I can totally see the appeal now. But also, what’s up with me discovering kinks I didn’t even know I had? Or is it because of him? Maybe I should go out of my comfort zone more if it means I’d get my mind blown before we even have sex.

“Only because I can’t wait to make a mess of you,” I string together, loving the way his lips arch up on one side.

He steps back abruptly, waving a card at the scanner of the door. “Your confidence is adorable.”

Adorable? Is he crazy?

My 6’3” worth of muscle is anything but adorable. But then again, he also makes me whimper like a teenager getting his first ever handjob, so I can sort of see where he’s coming from. Guess I’ll need to up my game and show him how wrong he is about me being cute. I’m the wolf here, the one who’s going to make him lose his mind, not the other way around. I just, ah, had a bit of a stumble because he caught me off-guard on a bad day.

I follow inside after him, taking the hardwood stairs with the shiny classical style banister two at a time so I can catch up to him. “You are a bit strange, you kno—”

I’m shoved into a door. The air gets knocked out of my lungs. I can’t even comprehend how it happened. I didn’t really see him move. It’s like a tornado crashed into me and swept me away. My jersey comes off next, his hands all over my chest, touching and rubbing as if he is inspecting an object he owns.

Part of me wants to run—the smart part, probably. This is new to me; I’ve never had a hookup so intense. It’s all the same usually, a quick no-strings-attached fuck so we can both get off. I like it that way because I can satisfy an itch without risking my heart.

But this feels a little different. Dangerous almost, like I’ve walked into something I shouldn’t have… It’s not just because of the ease with which he’s been manhandling me so far when I should be the one in charge. It’s the unrestrained greed of his hands as they claim more of me, the possessiveness of his mouth as it sucks and marks the skin on my shoulder, the urge with which desire scorches every nerve ending I have.

My instincts go haywire as the door behind me opens, my body bracing to crash to the ground. But there is no impact; Club Guy’s arm comes around my waist and keeps me upright, pulling me closer to him. His erection brushes against mine, making me moan.

“You smell so good when you are aroused,” he says, placing a kiss at the juncture between my shoulder and neck and inhaling deeply.

Oooh, he’s a talker, isn’t he? I took a shower after practice, so I smell like the mint soap we use. It’s nothing special scent-wise, but I do appreciate the compliment.

“Yeah?” I breathe him in, catching a whiff of leather and earth. Fuck, he’s the one who smells amazing. I didn’t notice it in the crowded club or the car since he had the windows down, but now that it’s just us, it’s impossible to miss.

My head spins a little, the addition of his intoxicating scent to his predatory presence and fervent touch overwhelming my senses anew. I can’t believe I ran into him. Or that he’s interested in me. He’s clearly way out of my league, yet his hands won’t stop roaming my body as he walks me backwards to his bed.

“It reminds me of the blooming jasmine in the gardens of Koroni Manor that overlook the Gulf of Messenia,” he says, splaying his hand against my chest and pushing back gently.

I plop on the luxurious bed. He’s hovering over me between one blink and another, his angular features lit up from the moonlight seeping in through the open windows. Soft breeze joins in as his fingers caress my heated skin and follow the curve of my jaw. I swallow, my dick straining to get free.

I have no idea what he just said, but it sounded like another compliment, so I’ll take it. I’m happy for him to say anything and everything as long as I get to listen to his sexy voice. More than that, I want to hear him moan and gasp. I want him swearing from how good it feels to be with me. He’s been winding me up since the club and I’m about to explode, yet he looks so calm and collected if not for his blazing eyes.

They glow like living fire, impossibly dark as they look right into my soul.

“I really really want you naked,” I blurt, trailing my hands up his waist and sides. “I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget where you are.”

He smiles in that sultry way and takes off the frilly shirt he’s wearing. An expanse of smooth porcelain skin reveals itself to me. The indents of his abdominal muscles are just as elegant as the rest of him, toned rather than sculpted like mine. His nipples are the same color as his lips, hard and begging to be teased.

“Touch me if you wish,” he says in the most inviting voice, straddling my hips.

I comply, gliding my hands against his silky skin. He runs cooler than me and that confuses my brain a little, but then he rolls his hips and my attention narrows down to my rigid cock. This is probably the longest foreplay in the history of Hayden Johnson’s hookups, but strangely, I don’t mind it. The anticipation makes me crave him more, so I guide him off my lap and point at his pants.

“Off. I said I need you naked.”

He chuckles and unzips his pants, shimming out of them with cat-like elegance. My eyes go wide. He’s not wearing anything under them. His flushed cock springs free, making my mouth water. It’s just as pretty as the rest of him. It’s also thicker than I expected it to be.

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