Page 46 of Quickies

I could never resist the soft whine in his tone when he saidplease.

I licked up his erection, then lingered with my lips at the base.

“Please!”

Holding an arm over his hips to keep him still, I angled my head to the side so I could close my lips over a small vein. Then I carefully pierced it.

Ty shouted. As I licked and closed the wound, his cock twitched and jerked.

“Fuck me, please! Fuck me!”

I spooned him on the bed and pushed my dick into his soiled, soggy hole. He let out a long wail, then a deep groan.

“Oh, Daddy. I love you. I love you so much.”

He sometimes said that when he was out of it. It didn’t mean anything. Just a part of the role-play he got well paid for. But I loved hearing it all the same. He didn’t have to know that when I said it, I meant it.

“I love you too, my sweetest. Love your cries, your beautiful innocent eyes, your filthy needy hole. I love it when you bleed for me. When you come for me.”

It didn’t take long for him to peak again.

Then he was exhausted. The blood loss and the high doses of venom always knocked him out.

I let him sleep for a couple of hours while I replied to a few emails. When he woke up from the nap, it was after ten. I drew him a bath and poured him a glass of the fizzy, too-sweet wine he liked. I had a glass of red.

“Don’t you want to join me?” he asked.

The tub was big enough, so I did.

He rested between my thighs, his head on my chest, as he drank the wine and played with the bubbles.

“How long are you in town this time?” Did I imagine the sadness in his voice?

“A week.”

At that, he turned in my arms, water splashing. “A full week?”

“Yes. I’m on vacation.”

His eyes did that cute thing they always did when he was surprised. They grew round and huge, the green in them shining.

“You came here for yourvacation?”

“I missed you.”

A blush and a happy smile. God. I was such a fool.

Such a damned fool.

Ty came from a trailer park in Nowheresville. His mother was an addict, and he grew up on free school lunches, hiding from bullies in toilet stalls and sucking off his counselor for chocolate bars and an occasional cigarette. He dropped out of high school and came to the city at seventeen, thinking he could earn money as a go-go boy. But as a self-taught kid from nowhere, he had no chance against all the dance school graduates struggling to get by. He bussed tables during the day and trolled dating apps for horny older vampires when he needed to pay rent in the sublet condo he shared with four others.

When I offered him what I was about to offer him, he would say yes because he was a survivor and not because he loved me. But I would ask him anyway.

I didn’t care anymore if he used me. I would let him, if not for any other reason than that he deserved a fucking break.

“Ty, baby boy, I have a proposition for you.”

He frowned when he heard the gravity in my tone.

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