Page 19 of By the Pint

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” I whispered, because it felt like I should be whispering.

Casey slammed his lips against mine again, knocking my head into the stone behind me with such force it would have hurt if I wasn’t already undead. I reached down and closed my fist around his erection. He paused sucking my tongue to groan into my mouth.

I began stroking him, feeling the hot weight of him in my hand. His head lolled back, giving me unbridled access to his throat.

Gods, that throat.

My reflexive vampire instincts kicked in. A sweet sting seared through my gums as my fangs threatened to burst from their sheaths. My hands itched to grab him by the jaw and hold his face still so that his ticking pulse lined up exactly with my mouth. A deep hunger erupted in my stomach.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I had never been so turned on, so tempted, so thirsty.

My lips grazed his neck, but I didn’t kiss him. Instead, I willed every ounce of my concentration into keeping my fangs sheathed. Not to sink themselves into his beautiful flesh.

Don’t bite him, don’t bite him.

“I’m not afraid,” he huffed, angling his head to give me better access. “You won’t hurt me. I want you to taste me.”

Shit, I must have let that thought slip through, too.

I was losing control.

“Do you have condoms? And lube?” I asked because it was the only way to shake the hot, pulsing need.

He grabbed my face and kissed me like he was furious with me. “Of course. It may be my first bloodbath, but you didn’t think I’d come unprepared? I’ll go prep, too. Just need a couple of minutes.” And then he slunk off to the bathroom.

I used the opportunity to give myself a mental telling off.Do not bite him, Dima. Do not bring about any harm. Just fuck him and fuck off.And as an afterthought,Definitely do not fall in love with him.

Casey returned, his shirt still hanging off his arms, his boxers and socks still on, his hair sticking up like he’d been electrocuted. He placed a condom and a travel size bottle of lube into my hands and gave me a smile. “Where do you want me?”

Oh, no.I swallowed. One morning wouldn’t be enough.

I wanted Casey on the bed, on his back. His knees pushed up to his ears. I wanted to scrub my face over his washboard stomach like I was a dirty dishcloth. But I didn’t know if I had the resolve not to tear into that beautiful neck if I fucked him from the front. “Turn around. Against the wall.”

He obliged without hesitation, bracing his arms against the stone, and helpfully popping his firm, rounded backside out.

Gods, the back of him was just as delectable as the front. I bunched his shirt up, to get a good look at the muscles there,and let my eyes travel lower, over his boxer-covered ass and those damn thighs.

Oh my Gods, those thighs.

I wanted to drop to my knees and worship those thighs. Spend hours between them. Counting every place where his skin changed in pigment, the hairs that rose to meet me, the pretty little freckles. But right then, I couldn’t trust myself not to sink my teeth into that perfect flesh, so I tore the wrapper from the condom and rolled it over my cock. I filled my palm with lube and dragged it over my length. I tugged his boxers down and pulled my lube-coated hand between his cheeks, teasing his hole with my fingertips, pushing one finger inside.

Shit, he was tight. Once he’d adjusted to the first finger, I slipped a second one in. Scissored them slightly, stretching him for me. Curled them, massaging his prostate. I could have come just from the obscene noises he made at my touch. The anticipation was so intense, I had to bite down on my lower lip and pillow my forehead between his shoulder blades to stop myself from spilling too soon.

It’d been three decades since I’d last had sex. There was no doubt in my mind it was all going to be over in a matter of seconds.

“You ready?” I asked, whispering it against his skin.

Casey folded his arms against the wall, nestled his forehead on them, and without turning to look at me, he said, “Fuck me, Mr Black.”

So, I did. Sinking the head of my cock into his perfect tightness. Too tight. Too fucking tight. Exquisite.

I cried out, as I bore in deeper. Casey’s moans matched my own. His were laced with the sting of the stretch as well as sheer ecstasy of my head hittingthatspot.

I was already shaking, already trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck, Casey, I should have stretched you more. I’m not gonna … It’s going to be …”

He didn’t register my slip up.

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