Page 20 of By the Pint

I didn’t even make it to the hilt before I lost all agency over my hips and began thrusting. Gently, at first, but it just felt so damn good.

Make it last, Dima. Slow down. Take your time. This might be your only chance,I told myself. But my brain and my cock weren’t on speaking terms right then. And I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t, and—

Fuck. I was floating. Hovering a good five inches from the ground. My body curled around Casey’s. I didn’t have long left. I filled my palm again with lube, reached forward, and closed my fist over Casey’s cock.

“Dima!” he cried. A tendon flexed in his neck, and he began moving in sync with my thrusts, fucking the ring of my fingers.

“You feel incredible,” I said. Casey whimpered his agreement as his movements became frantic. “You take my cock so well.” He was so tight. The way his walls gripped me was obscene. Indecently good. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed except the blinding intensity of every place our bodies touched.

Casey braced flattened palms against the wall and dropped his head back onto my shoulder, his hot, throbbing pulse millimetres away from my lips. Unbidden, my fangs tore from their sheaths.

“Taste me,” he said.

“I can’t.”I won’t hurt you.

“Do it lightly. Just scratch the surface. Make me bleed.”

I won’t hurt you,I repeated, no longer sure what was being said out loud and what was in our heads.

You won’t. I trust you.And he did. He couldn’t see my thoughts, but he trusted me implicitly. I had no idea what I’d done to deserve that honour. Even Casey himself didn’t know.

If I do, this’ll be over. I’ll be finished, I said. My orgasm was so close, I could practically taste it.

I’m waiting for you. I’m so fucking close to coming all over this wall.Casey stopped thrusting, edged himself, and softly picked up momentum again.

I needed us to come together. We were both on the very, very brink.

The tips of my fangs met his hot, soft skin and I lowered them just enough to pierce the epidermis, the topmost layer. I dragged my teeth downwards to stop myself from sinking them in. It was a light scratch, the lightest. Tiny droplets of Casey’s blood rushed to the surface. I kissed them away and ran the flat of my tongue up his neck, cleaning up the evidence of my momentary lapse in willpower.

Sweet tartness exploded across my tongue as the taste of Casey filled my mouth. AB positive. One of the rarest blood groups. Unfiltered. Unprocessed. No anticoagulants. No preservatives. Just pure fucking deliciousness.

Too much.

Casey pushed hard against the wall. The strong muscles of his arms twitched with the tension. My hips smashed over and over into his perfect backside. His cock swelled in my hand.

Oh, gods, I was right there.

“Casey!” I cried out, as my orgasm tore through me and my body folded around his. Within seconds, Casey followed me over the peak. He swore as he came. His head still on my shoulder. His hot release painted the stone wall in front of him and coated my fist.

It took us both a moment to come down from the high of our climaxes. Me, quite literally, as I inconspicuously tried to plant my feet back onto the carpet.

“That was …” Casey began, turning to face me.Fucking amazing, he finished in his head.

I grabbed some tissues from the refillable hotel box on the dresser and wiped the cum from my hand and the wall, then folded the condom into the centre.

“Do you ever stop smiling?” he asked. Though, he was the one trying his best not to bubble into laughter whenever we made eye contact.

“Not around you.”I should let him get some rest.

“Stay?”Don’t leave me now.

I crossed the space between us, pushed his hair behind his ear. It really was the softest, most beautiful hair. “Okay.”

“Just … give me a few human moments.”

“Sure.” I thumbed a stray bead of blood from the curve of his neck and sucked my thumb clean.

Casey kissed me once, soft, tender, like it wasn’t going to be the last time we kissed, like we had forever to enjoy each other’s company, and he nipped into the bathroom.

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