Page 129 of By the Pint

“Oh my gods,” I squeezed out.

“Will you top? Will you sink into me? You don’t need to be gentle.”

But I want to. I want to be gentle.

Then we’ll do this at your pace,he said, and he crawled backwards on his elbows along the bed, until his head was level with the pillows.But I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fill me up.

Lube. We needed lube.

“There’s a massive bottle of it right there.” Dima turned his head to the side, and on the other nightstand there was, yep, a massive bottle of lube. Enormous. Two litres, easily. Blue in colour, although that might have been just the packaging. In swirling letters on the front, it read:WARMING. A small piece of paper rested against it. Printed on it were the words:

GIFT NOTE:

To C&D,

Welcome to Chez Killian

Please make yourself comfortable ;)

K ~xoxo~

I fought back my smile.

“He’s making it difficult not to forgive him,” Dima said.

“You know, he left you in gaol for a century. You don’t have to forgive him.”

“How could I not, when he brought me you? I would have spent ten thousand years in that pissy cell if it meant I eventually got to be with you.”

“You’re so cheesy. I love you. How much do I need?” I asked, zooming the enormous bottle into my hand and floating myself over Dima’s body.

“Fucking loads. More is more.”

I filled my palm with lube and dragged it over my cock, instantly groaning at the sweet friction. “Oh, fuck.”

Dima’s brow furrowed. His lips parted. “Oh, Moonflower. Look at you.” He brought his knees up and I slid my lubey hand between his cheeks, circling his hole. I pressed a finger inside him, an inch or two at most, and we both whined.

Gods, he was tight.

“Shit, Dima, I could come just from the grip of your ass on my finger. Knowing that you’ll be gripping my cock like that in a moment.” I removed my finger, added a little more lube andpushed it in again. This time, all the way. “Oh, gods!” I pumped it a little, making sure I got the lube right up inside him, and added a second finger.

Dima arched his back, grinding that spot against my touch, and took his own cock in his hand. It was the most incredible performance I’d ever been privy to. In my current memories and my borrowed ones. I would have watched him fall apart over and over this way.

“We don’t have to fuck,” I said. “I’m more than happy to kneel between your thighs and enjoy this beautiful little show.”

Dima shook his head. “Please fuck me. Please. I’ve waited so long for this. I want you to come inside me.”

How could I argue with that?

“Okay, Mosquito.” I leant over him, removed my fingers, and brought my mouth down to his. I realised I was trembling. From anticipation, nerves, excitement, I wasn’t sure. “I’m sorry. If I fuck it up. It’s just …” It was my first time. Popping my vampire cherry. “It must be like being with a virgin.”

He cradled the back of my head with his hand. “Oh, but that’s pretty hot. You can’t fuck it up, though. So stop apologising and fuck me.”

“I might fuck it up. What if I come too soon?”

Dima laughed. “You will. One hundred percent guaranteed.” He must have read the horror on my face or in my mind because he added, “I will too, if it makes you feel any better. I’ve always sucked at self-control. Now fuck me.”

So, I bit down on my lip and sunk the head of my cock into his perfect tightness. Dima brought his knees up a little higher, and slowly — because I was going to explode otherwise — I eased in farther until I was at the hilt. Dima was right, it would all be over far too quickly.

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