Page 61 of The Baritone's Rival

“Come on!” Trent cried out, but Oscar was unmoved, as he continued his slow-motion assault on Trent’s senses. Up and down he went, never increasing the speed, never giving relief. When his lips were almost off, the air was like a slap against the skin of his cock. Then he’d move back down again, and he was once again in the warmest, wettest heaven.

At some point, Trent could no longer think. He was just a bundle of nerve endings and uncontrolled reactions. He was only vaguely aware that his groans were getting louder, and his brain was filled with only two words.

So close. So close, so close, so close. It became a mantra, a meditation on the glory of Oscar’s mouth, his lips now red and swollen with his appointed task.

When Oscar finally pulled off, Trent was no longer capable of thought. The whine that escaped his mouth was totally alien to him, a desperate expression of need that sounded as if it came from a stranger.

“You’re okay, handsome.” Oscar bent up and kissed Trent, his lips even sweeter with the taste of what they’d been doing for the last eternity.

“Am I?” Trent gasped. “I don’t think I am.”

“Sshhh.” Then Oscar slowly stripped off his clothes, and Trent’s cock twitched each time more flesh was revealed.

Oscar was beautiful. Trent hadn’t fully taken in just how beautiful he was during their frenzied sex in that cabin in Maine. The brown hair that lightly covered his body was the perfect contrast to Trent’s blonde.

All those ropy muscles made Trent want to run his hands over the tall vamp. Trent’s erection was painful now, which was expected, considering Oscar had been teasing it for three thousand years. Trent moved to stand, but Oscar stopped him with a glance.

“Stay right there.” Oscar straddled him. The pressure of his long legs pressed against Trent’s sides, and his cock rested on Trent’s stomach. “I told you I’d prove that you can trust me, can trustthis.”

“Oh, is that what this is?”

Oscar grinned and nodded, and then without warning sank down onto Trent’s cock. Trent shouted as he was unexpectedly enveloped in a tight warmth.

“I…warn a guy, why don’t you?” Trent’s brows furrowed as he looked up at Oscar. “Don’t you need lube?”

“Vampires heal fast. The pain’s already gone.”

Oscar’s fingers found Trent’s, intertwining and bringing their hands up and against the wall above Trent’s head. Oscar kissed him, and this time it was a ravage. His tongue searched, leaving no stone unturned, and Trent basked in the sweet taste of hints of ash and crisp apple.

Then Oscar began to move. He squeezed around Trent, milking the man’s cock with his talented ass. Trent let out a long groan.

“I forgot to ask permission to do this,” Oscar said as he moved. His head fell to Trent’s shoulder, leaving tiny gifts of kisses in little circles.

“You don’t ever need permission,” Trent gasped. “Whenever you want.”

“I told you, I’m proving that you can trust me.” Oscar nibbled on Trent’s ear, his tongue flicking at the lobe as Trent squirmed.

“I trust you!” Trent was having trouble getting any words out. The sensations were so intense.

Oscar’s face grew serious for a moment. “Good.” Then he leaned back, closed his eyes, and set a brutal pace, whining as he slammed Trent’s dick up into his prostate over and over.

“Oscar…I won’t last…”

“I know, baby, I know.” Oscar’s eyes were squeezed tight now, and he was so pretty, the muscles of his abs tightening as he pushed himself harder. “I want it. I want your cum.”

“Fuck, Oscar…”

“I’m close, baby.”

Oscar’s muscles strained, chasing his orgasm, a beautiful specimen of aggressive grace, like an athlete at the top of his form. The sounds he made drove Trent absolutely insane, and as Oscar neared his climax, Trent knew that he wanted one thing. He said the words that he thought he’d never utter to any vampire, the words that meant he was truly gone for this man.

“Bite me.”

Oscar’s eyes snapped open. His fangs peeked out from behind his lips.

“Are you sure?” he asked, even as he kept up his pace, driving them both to oblivion.

This was it. If Trent was really going to be with Oscar, this moment of vulnerability would prove it. And he wanted it. He did. More than anything. Enough to get over his fear.

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