Page 35 of Pucking Vamps

Leander presses my head forward, his dick bumping into my chin. His free hand wraps around the base of the shaft, adjusting the angle so the tip is nudging my mouth. Good point. I shouldn’t waste any more precious time appreciating his beautiful dick when I can be sucking it, right?

Groping his powerful thighs with both hands, I part my lips and I swallow him to the root. His muscles flex under my fingers and his hips buck a little. Ah, he wasn’t expecting my improved technique, was he? Practicing sucking that silicon dildo in between homework and hockey is definitely paying off.

Aware I don’t have the luxury to take my time and slowly edge him toward an orgasm like they do in the numerous porn vids I watched over the week, I bob my head up and down his shaft as my tongue laves the slit and underside of the head. The water muffles any sound that reaches my ears, but I can feel his stifled moans through his body anyway. His sweet earthly taste spreads in my mouth, making my eyes roll back as my cock begs for attention. It will have to wait though; this is about pleasing my sexy vampire. If I do a good job, I’m sure he’ll reward me later.

I’m vaguely conscious of the fact that the other vampires have probably figured out what we are up to, but that only makes it more exciting. I’ll make him come so hard in front of them. Me, a mere human who’s only fake dating him. Who didn’t know vampires even existed until a week ago, but now has the dick of one of those running things here in North America in my mouth.

It makes me feel powerful. His desire is in my hands, I own it, as much as he’s owning my mouth as he begins fucking it in chase of his orgasm. He’s close, I can tell. I bet the others can too as I’m pretty sure he didn’t manage to cut off that last groan. Good. Let them hear how amazing I make you feel just with my rookie dicksucking skills.

I go hard on him, opening my throat as much as I can so he can slide deeper. I wasn’t joking when I brought up being watched when Leander fucks me. Just thinking about and imagining it is enough to get me all hot and bothered, and if we look at this as the practice run, well, then I am most definitely up for it at the vampire ball.

Leander’s entire body shakes, both of his hands now tangled in my hair. Rubbing his heavy balls, I give them an encouraging squeeze. That’s all it takes before he tips over. His taste hijacks every sense that I have, but I keep sucking and working my neck muscles so I can keep swallowing as he feeds me his cum.

I’ve never done this before, for anyone. I’m the one who usually gets his dick milked. But Leander? I’d suck him every night if he told me to.

By the time his body stops spasming, I’m about to start choking from the lack of air. A final lick along his slit and I shoot up from the water, gasping in oxygen to fill up my lungs. It takes my heaving chest close to a minute to calm down, my vision a little blurry as a result.

“Hayden…” Leander begins, his voice scratchy and sex-laden.

I smirk, making a show of swiping my tongue over my bottom lip. I catch the leering expressions of the other vampires who’ve abandoned the bar and moved closer to us. “How was that? Not too shabby, if I dare say so myself.” I spin in the water, plastering my back to the pool’s wall and giving our audience a shit-eating grin and another obscene lick of my lips.

They laugh, and Vivian treads over to us, handing me a bottle of water. “First time? You look a little breathless.”

I snort, taking a massive sip. “Yeah. But I am a fast learner.”

“Evidently. But one can only learn if provided enough practice… which, clearly, I needn’t worry about.”

It’s my turn to laugh. Leander’s vampire buddies are seriously the best. I half expected a crowd of self-important egomaniacs, but they are very down-to-earth. I blame those ungrounded fears partly on my encounter with the Council, though the entire thing is a little murky and I suspect me sneaking in on them probably didn’t help either side’s first impressions. Maybe they aren’t so bad either, if I get the chance to meet them when I’m not horrified that they’ll tie me to a stone altar and suck me dry of my blood.

“Yep. There is absolutely zero reason to worry. Leander takes great care of my needs.” Feeling the vampire in question subtly shake his head, I turn to him. “By the way, you taste fucking delicious. I’m sucking your cock at least twice a week from now on.”

Leander hums, satisfaction pouring off him in waves that I can’t help but absorb. I caused them. And the charming smile on his face. The glazed off gaze too… and the hunger still lurking in it. “Whatever you desire, Hayden, I will give it to you.”

Leander’s words zap me. The world suddenly stops. All sound and smell and sensation gets buried to the back of my mind. He didn’t mean what he said. Not in the way my brain is trying to interpret it. This is purely about sex and keeping up appearances so we can pull off a convincing performance. It isn’t a promise, nor an actual declaration.

No matter how much I want it to be.

I shouldn’t. God, this is so wrong. I got carried away having fun tonight, feeling for the first time in ages that I belong and have nothing to be ashamed of. But it’s all fake. Our arrangement is temporary and I need to remember that. A mutually beneficial deal that just happens to include the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had with the most enticing man I’ve ever met.

Except that as I tune back into the conversation Leander and Vivian are having about horse-riding and letting me try it the next time we visit because of course Leander has figured out I’m interested without us even needing to discuss it, my heart sinks.

Leander’s perfect. He’s not only hot, he’s observant, he listens to me and doesn’t care where I come from, nor does he flaunt his money. He lets me be me, whether it’s appropriate or not. He’s a little possessive in the best way and suddenly interested in hockey. And horse-riding, just because I spent five minutes gushing over Vivian’s beautiful horse.

“I look forward to seeing you at the ball. Your aunt will be stoked to meet your Hayden. Her worrying brain will finally have some quiet and peace,” Vivian muses with a huge smile my way.

Leander chuckles, placing his hand at the small of my back. “Indeed. I am sure Montgomery has already told her, but knowing her, she won’t believe it until she sees with her eyes how smitten I am by Hayden.”

My pulse skyrockets, realization dawning on me like a burning sun about to swallow the Earth whole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Leander is perfect. He’s everything I’d ever want in a man. Or a vampire. His bloodsucky nature should terrify me, but it doesn’t. In fact, it only makes him even better. Cooler. More badass.

I want him. Fuuuuuck. I want him, period. I shouldn’t, but I do. For real, not to fake date. I want to real date the shit out of him. I want to hang out with his friends again, I want to go to his stupid ball as his real partner. I want to tell his overprotective aunt that he’s taken. That he’s mine, for real.

This… It changes everything. I’m so fucking screwed. He’s so far out of my league. The only reason we are ‘together’ is by pure chance and the fact that he needed my help.

Fuuuuck. What am I gonna do now? I want him. It’s all I can think about as the party carries on. As we talk more hockey and horses and make promises to hang out again and do that trip to Europe. But they don’t know. That none of this is possible. That I will no longer be part of their world in a week’s time.

And the worst part?

Leander makes it extremely easy to get carried away, to forget that once the clock strikes midnight, this Cinderella here will turn back into the lonely, hockey-obsessed nobody he was.

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