Page 4 of Pucking Vamps

“I see you appreciate the view, though it escapes me why you still have your own pants on,” he drawls, giving himself a few slow strokes. His thumb smears the pre-cum at the tip, making the head glisten.

I pull on my bottom lip, suppressing a smirk as I get rid of the rest of my clothes with speed that surprises even me. “You went commando?”

He tilts his head, observing me for a few moments. I become aware of my every breath, of the sheen of sweat covering my skin, of the uneven rises of my chest as I try to retain a steady heart rate.

“I like to do it sometimes,” he says, bending over me slightly and placing his hands on my thighs. He pulls them apart, his dark eyes zeroing in on my straining dick.

I’m about to make a joke about him choking on my cock when he drops to his knees between my legs and swallows me to the base.

“Fuuuuuck.”

Stars dance under my skin. I hang my head back, panting and trying to keep it together as the tight heat of his mouth threatens to undo me. My hips try to push up from the edge of the bed so I can fuck into him, but his grip is vicious, preventing me from getting more friction the way I want.

“Be a good boy or I won’t let you come until the morning,” he mutters around my cockhead, the vibrations of his voice sending thrills of desire from my dick to my stomach.

My frame is more or less as big as his, but I bet I’m stronger. I can get what I want how I want it. But as he starts bobbing his head and licking along my slit like a starved dog, I’m too far gone to care. If he wants to be in charge, I’ll let him. Part of me finds that extremely hot, a contrast to how I normally like my hookups to go.

“Next you’re gonna tell me to call you Daddy,” my smart mouth spews out before my brain can veto it. Oh shit, did I seriously say that out loud?

Club Guy hums, but it’s hard to tell if it’s in appreciation of my dick in his mouth or because he’s into what I just said. Soon enough, it doesn’t matter as he racks up his pace like he’s on a mission to drag my orgasm out of me before I’ve even shoved my dick in his classy ass.

“Slow down, stallion. You’ll make me blow my load preemptively.” I rake my hands through his silky black hair and force him off me.

His eyes glimmer with amusement and dark lust. “I wouldn’t say a horse is an accurate comparison. Though, I suppose some breeds do possess sufficient grace. Like the Friesian.”

I snort, can’t help it. What nonsense is he on about?

As if to showcase said elegance, he stands up slowly, stretching his body. His muscles flex and relax, my hands itching to feel them. There is a slight sway to his hips as he circles the bed and walks over to the nightstand on my left. A bottle of lube and a pack of condoms land on the empty space next to me, then the mattress dips as he climbs on.

Now that I have him closer and out of his suit, I realize his clothes made him look smaller. He’s about a head taller, and while his shoulders are not as wide as mine and his muscles bulge a little less, he wouldn’t have any problems messing me up if he wanted to.

My blood pounds in my ears, a tinge of fear seeping into me when he settles opposite me. His hand reaches for my dick as he shuffles closer so he can jerk us both off at the same time. The first slide of his velvety skin against mine feels like heaven. In no time we are dry humping, my hand joining his to grant our cocks more of that delicious friction.

As much as it feels amazing to rub my dick against his, it doesn’t take long before it’s not enough. Needles prick me under my skin, waiting to break through at any moment. I just need a bit more, another push, and I can’t wait to get it. I’m not the most patient guy, I like it hard and fast. He seems to be the opposite, but his taut features tell me he wouldn’t mind it if we moved onto the fucking part.

Club Guy’s eyes flick from our dicks to my face just as I am about to tell him I’m ready to give him the best ride of his life. The rim of green around his pupils has disappeared fully, leaving just that captivating bottomless darkness. It weirds me out a bit, and I reach out with the intent to tilt his head so I can have a better look, but before I’ve managed to do so, I find myself on my stomach with my hands restrained above my head and my legs pinned down by his weight.

The sudden change of position strains my shoulders, unleashing a wave of sharp pain. I hiss, trying to roll over or wiggle free, but Club Guy doesn’t let me. My cock is trapped under me, eager even as a bolt of uncertainty spears through me.

“You are mine for tonight, Hayden. Don’t fight it,” he drawls, tracing the peaks of my spine with his free hand.

Oh my fuckin god. How does he know my name? Please tell me this guy is not some psychopath who gets off on chopping other dudes’ balls off. I really should’ve considered that possibility before coming here with him.

Frantic, I try again to free myself, but my companion is relentless, tightening his hold even more. Shit, shit, shit, what did I walk into? Was my gut feeling wrong about him? I’m always the one with the upper hand because of my size, but this doesn’t apply here. It’s on me for realizing it so late.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

He chuckles, the sound getting straight to my balls. Oh boy, I’m possibly in a life-threatening situation and my dick is having a field trip in porn heaven. Something in my brain must’ve broken when I got elbowed during practice, because the mixed signals it’s sending to my body are all over the place. It seems like it doesn’t know whether I should be turned on or scared to death, so it’s going for both. And if I’m being totally and completely honest… it’s kind of reaaaaaally doing it for me.

“Your driver’s license fell out of your pocket. I peeked.”

Huh? The fight drains from me. Oh. Okay. That actually makes sense. I relax a notch, the torture scenarios leaving my mind. He hums as if he can feel I’m no longer picturing him as the villain in a murder mystery, and leans over me, placing featherlight kisses along my shoulder blades.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he commands with authority that hitches my breath, letting go of my wrists.

I don’t take orders. In fact, sometimes I like to do the opposite of what people tell me to do just so I can annoy them. But his voice is just so compelling, so irresistible. It makes me want to do what he says just so I can see where this will lead, whether or not it will be anything like those secret fantasies I sometimes have but pretend I don’t notice.

“And what if I don’t want to?” I shoot back because I’m nothing if not a brat.

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