Page 26 of The Baritone's Rival

He wouldn’t just abandon his post, after all. He had to make sure that Trent was protected. That was the important thing.

Trent unzipped his fly now, at first groping himself through his white-and-navy striped boxer briefs, and then ultimately taking out his cock and his balls, resting them over the stretched band of his underpants.

Oscar’s mind ceased to function. His focus went to Trent’s huge hands, one stroking his dick, the other cradling his balls, then pulling them down and away. Trent’s expression was lost in the sensation.

And his cock was beautiful. It was of average length, but it wasthick, maybe one of the thickest Oscar had ever seen. It was pale and circumcised, with a large mushroom head that turned an angry red as Trent continued to pleasure himself.

Oscar couldn’t help but imagine himself impaled on that monster, being stretched wide beyond capacity, Trent pushing that big head through the tight muscles of his entrance, slowly but relentlessly filling him. A shiver went up his spine at the thought.

He was only human! Or only vampire, rather. Of course, he’d be turned on by this sexy brick wall of a man pleasuring himself. It would be odd if hewasn’tturned on.

Trent’s movement became less lazy and more determined. Oscar’s heart rate increased at the sight of Trent biting his soft, puffy bottom lip as he chased his pleasure.

Oscar’s own erection strained against his tight pants, painful and throbbing.

He glanced around him. His veins were on fire, the vision in front of him making his skin tingle and his blood rush. He didn’t want Justin to catch him like this, but he also didn’t want it to stop. He wanted to watch Trent forever.

So he watched. Trent was determined now, sliding up and down that thick length faster and faster. His eyes were clenched closed. He’d removed his shirt fully while Oscar wasn’t looking, and he pinched hard at his nipple as he started rocking his pelvis against his descending fist.

Oscar couldn’t help it. As he imagined himself there, kneeling before him, his jaw sore as Trent’s thick cock stretched his throat, Oscar’s hand went to his crotch. He was so closealready. All he needed was just a little friction against the front of his denim. He rubbed his palm over the outline of his erection, his skin vibrating with electric sparks.

Then it happened. Trent’s mouth opened with a cry, letting out a strangled sound that Oscar could only imagine. His body went stiff as a board. He leaned back in the chair as he reached his climax. Ropes of cum coated the sun-kissed skin of his stomach. Oscar didn’t think he’d ever witnessed such an incredible sight.

His own orgasm hit him like a freight train, and for a moment his mind was gone, obliterated by the force of his body’s reaction to what he’d seen. He floated in the pleasure.

The fog was pierced by the jarring sound of a breaking window. His eyes snapped open to see Trent fighting off a vampire in his apartment.

Fuck. The man was battling the creature shirtless, with his dick out, and he never looked more at home. Oscar knew, though, that he couldn’t keep the vamp on its heels forever. He had to get in there before Trent lost the upper hand. He leaped from the roof.

Oscar barely registered the pain of the shards ripping along his skin as he burst through the remains of the broken window. He landed on the hardwood floor of Trent’s living room, bringing a rain of glass and debris with him. By now, the vamp had pushed Trent to the far wall, snarling at him with wordless aggression.

Oscar’s vision tinted red, and the demon inside him wouldn’t allow any mercy. He was on the ragged vampire in a second. This time, he didn’t hold back. With the loud crack of bones breaking and a sick squelch of flesh rending, he cleaved the vampire’s head from their body. The gaunt creature collapsed to the floor, the light gone from its eyes.

Oscar looked down at himself. He wasn’t one for over-the-top violence, but he was covered in the guts of the poor vampire. He never acted that way, so ruthless and hungry for destruction.

He regretted nothing.

It was almost as if he’d had the smallest taste of the crimson surge. But that violent, instinctual frenzy was only triggered when a vampire’s mate was in danger, and?—

No. Not the time to think about it. It would never be the time.

Trent was bent over at the waist, panting, the thick muscles of his neck and shoulders flexing as he caught his breath.

“That…was too damn close.” Trent straightened up and stared at Oscar for a moment before realizing that his dick was still sticking out of his pants. He tucked himself away, keeping his face stoic, but Oscar caught a hint of bashfulness in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I, uh…I was assigned to security detail. Freddie said that the coven would provide protection.”

“He volunteered.” Justin’s light tenor voice drifted in from the open window. His youthful head peeked through, an expression of disapproval on his face.

“I can take care of myself.” Trent grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on.

“Obviously not,” Justin snorted. Trent shot him a look full of daggers.

Oscar turned to Justin, who was gingerly squeezing through the jagged edges of the now-open window. “Where were you? What was going on at the end of the street?”

Justin sighed. “Some kind of distraction. When I got to where I’d seen the movement, there was no one there.”

---