Page 39 of Fated Mates and How to Seduce Them
Ian blinked at him as if he didn’t even know how to respond to this question. “I…don’t know? You’re the first man I’ll be with.”
Welp, there went André’s control. It had just taken a flying leap out the window. RIP control.
No, wait, get back here; he needed some control so he didn’t hurt Ian. Last thing he wanted was to traumatize a virgin on their first night together. Wait, was he a virgin? “So…it’s fine either way, but…do you have any sexual experience?”
“With straight sex, a little. Gay sex, none at all.” A flush spread to his ears, but his eyes stayed on André’s.
“Got it. I’ll be gentle. Can…Can I bite you?” Dammit, André probably shouldn’t have asked that.
Ian paused, head canted, clearly considering it. “I didn’t think of that. Do blood and sex mix for you?”
“A lot.” It would especially be the case with Ian.
“Then yes, I want to experience it.”
André leaned in to kiss his sweet mouth, nearly groaning at the taste. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Please and thank you.”
For Ian, he could do this. When he got more used to sex, that’s when André would pull out all the stops. He found the hem of the shirt Ian had just put on five minutes ago, tugging it up and free, tossing it carelessly aside. Ian looked a little shy under André’s greedy eyes, although why, he couldn’t fathom. André had seen hints of Ian’s soft and cuddly body under his usual conservative clothes, and he’d been absolutely right.
André dropped his head to kiss the top of a freckled shoulder. Against the smooth skin, he whispered, “You’re so unbelievably sexy. I’m in danger of losing my mind.”
Ian snorted like he didn’t believe him. “The sexy one is you.”
“I’ll prove it to you,” André vowed. Mostly to himself. No lover of his would doubt how much André desired him.
He trailed his mouth down over a pec, then dragged the flat of his tongue over an erect nipple. Ian hissed, a shiver of pleasure dancing over his skin. He was sensitive there, noted. Discovering some of Ian’s buttons would be one of André’s many pleasures tonight.
André slowly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ian’s boxers and pants, pressing slow kisses against soft skin as he revealed Ian inch by inch, slowly sinking to his knees as if in reverence of the man before him. It almost didn’t feel real, being able to do this. To have his lips linger against warm skin, to hear the way Ian’s breath caught when André hit a sensitive spot near his hip bone. Just hearing Ian’s response sent little thrills through André. He pulled pants completely off those slender hips, letting them pool on the floor. Ian hardened steadily, almost half erect just from the teasing. Damn, he was sensitive.
This would be so much fun.
André rubbed his cheek against the side of Ian’s hot cock, letting his mouth trail down even lower. He felt Ian’s thighs under his hands tremble, heard his heart speed up, and his ownfangs started to drop in reaction, ready to taste the hot blood so tantalizingly close. Not yet, though. Not yet. He wouldn’t feed yet. He wanted to drink in every sound, feel every twitch of pleasure from Ian first. His lips found plump balls, the musky scent of aroused male filling his head. He extended his tongue to capture them, draw them into his mouth, and massaged them gently with lips and tongue.
“A-André—ah!” Ian’s hands latched into his hair, breathing becoming ragged.
Oh, he liked that, no question. He was fully erect now, too. André let the balls slip free from his tongue to switch targets, pressing open-mouthed kisses up and up before finally getting his mouth onto Ian’s cock and bobbing his head gradually over it. The moans pouring out of Ian were incredibly delicious, breathy cries that abruptly turned deep and throaty. André learned tonguing the slit got him this garbled cry of pleasure, and it was pure sin listening to it. André immediately became addicted to coaxing those sounds out of Ian’s mouth, knowing they were his alone to hear. Mm, he had a nice girth, too. Just right for him to deepthroat, and André moaned around the length, earning him yet another delicious sound from above.
He should probably stop teasing, though. André didn’t want Ian coming too quickly, and he still needed to prep him properly. André wanted in that ass, but he’d make sure Ian enjoyed every moment of their time together. He pulled free, blowing against the wet tip—which earned him a shiver—before standing to get the right leverage for the next part.
And maybe he was showing off a little, but picking Ian up and moving him to the bed was helpful. He’d just turned Ian’s brain off, after all. André removed his own clothes before climbing on top of him, smoothing hands over Ian’s soft skin, every bit of his focus on making this man feel amazing.
“I love how you look at me,” Ian murmured, breath nothing more than a pant, hands coming up to pull André in closer. “Like I’m all you can see.”
“You are.” André would elaborate, but he wasn’t quite done yet. There was much, much more to do.
He started at Ian’s neck this time, pressing a kiss to his fluttering pulse, before starting his slow descent. After what felt like a torturous minute of deliberate kisses, tasting the feast before him, André had reached his lover’s navel, delving his tongue into the little crevice. Ian gave an aborted whine, slowly rolling his hips against André’s chest, hands clutching at the sheets as if he didn’t know what else to do with them. At the reaction, André paused, lifting his head to meet Ian’s wild gaze.
Maintaining eye contact, he took hold of Ian’s grasping hands and pulled them toward him, kissing both with ardent affection before placing each on his shoulders. At the intimate action, Ian’s chest began to heave, wet lips parted, his only response his fingertips gripping the offered contact, the bite of his nails causing André to let out his own low moan.
With a mental shake to remind himself of his goal, he lowered himself back to Ian’s stomach, nibbling and sucking the tender skin. Down and down and down he went until he reached his goal, his lips reuniting with that weeping cock. He reveled in the way Ian shuddered and sighed under him, liking his reaction quite a bit. André smothered an evil grin as he did one of his favorite techniques. With the flat of his tongue, he traced it ’round and ’round the tip, taking his time. He heard Ian’s heartbeat skip and then race, knew he had ramped Ian up to a whole other level, and the smugness he felt was obscene.
Ian might have been trying to swear, but his tongue wasn’t cooperating enough to form actual words, fingers rhythmically clenching. André made a mental note so he could drive Ian crazy in the future.
As much fun as this was, though, he had a more important goal to reach. He pulled free, getting a hold under Ian’s thighs and pushing his hips up to expose him completely. André’s mouth made wet, sucking noises as he moved farther down, past the perineum, finding the tight ring of muscle. Ian shook, overwhelmed, but he didn’t try to pull free, along for the ride. The scent of his musk nearly overpowered André, and he felt drunk from it. The scent of Ian’s blood, too, was a siren’s song he couldn’t ignore for much longer, but he was determined to prep Ian properly. He’d promised to be gentle and would hold himself to that promise. He shifted his grip to get a better angle, opening Ian to him completely. Ah, better. He could get his tongue in there now, stabbing in the center and fucking him with it.
Ian’s pants were louder, damn near cries, his thighs shaking under André’s hands. Oh, he liked being rimmed very, very much.
