Page 95 of Becoming D'Vaire
He shuddered as Grigori continued to lick him and if he could find a way to speak, he’d thank him for being so considerate. Lowering his arms to the bed, he laid his forehead down onto them. All he heard was the thunderous beat of his heart and his own panting as Grigori hummed while he worked.
Delaney didn’t doubt that the vampire was enjoying it—he was making more noise than he was—but then, Grigori wasn’t currently going out of his mind with so much pleasure that he wasn’t capable of something so simple as sounds. It reminded him of the beautiful vibrating plug his magnificent other half had purchased with his pleasure in mind. One thing was for sure; there was nothing Delaney enjoyed more than having his hole massaged, and Grigori’s laving was about as good as it got.
As Delaney’s skin dampened and his ability to breathe shrunk, Grigori shoved his tongue inside. The muscles of Delaney’s legs trembled, and his balls ached. He could not take it any longer, so he rolled his head to free one hand. Once he did, he wrapped it around his cock and stroked himself. Which had the unfortunate result of Grigori lifting his mouth away from where Delaney now knew it truly belonged.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” he whined.
“Get your hand off your dick.”
“But—”
“Now, Delsaurus. You’re only supposed to be getting prepared to fuck, not blow your load.”
Though he was not happy about it, Delaney reluctantly dropped his arm back to the mattress. “Hurry up,” he ordered.
Two fingers slid inside him. “Take a few deep breaths and relax.”
“We’re doing that tongue thing again.”
“You liked me eating your ass, didn’t you?”
Delaney managed to lift his head, so he could glance back at his grinning vampire. “You don’t even need me to answer that.”
“I liked it too.”
Deciding it wasn’t good to continue to think about Grigori’s wicked mouth, he closed his eyes and tried not to let the two digits buried in his ass drive him out of his mind. “Don’t touch my prostate, okay? I’m already on the edge.”
“I won’t,” Grigori promised softly. He was kind enough to add a third finger and leisurely pulled them in and out of Delaney. The slow stretching helped Delaney cool his blood somewhat as he tried to keep his wits about him. They needed to stay calm and focused so they could both handle Grigori’s reaction to his blood. Minutes passed, and Delaney managed to get himself back to floating just below the need to come.
“Ready to set some timers?”
“I don’t know, my fingers are pretty happy right now.”
“Grigori, they can’t stay there forever.”
“You’re kind of cranky,” Grigori teased as he pulled his hand away. He dropped a kiss against one ass cheek; then Delaney crawled away so he could sit up.
Once he was settled, Delaney reached over Grigori and grabbed his phone. “Why are we doing it for four minutes anyway?”
“Three was too short and five was too many,” Grigori explained, which Delaney supposed in his brain made perfect sense.
“Okay, so set the alarm on the clock for five minutes from now. It’ll be our last reminder. We’ll do four on our phone timers but don’t click it to start until we’re in place. Be sure you’ve got it on as loud as possible. I need to hear it over, you know, everything going on inside.”
“Alarm’s set and phone is ready. Come on over here.”
Delaney got himself into position, sitting in front of Grigori. “Tell your dick not to get any ideas.”
“He’s so hard for you.”
“I know, let’s go.”
“This isn’t very romantic,” Grigori complained as he wrapped his arms around Delaney and hugged him close.
“We’ll do romantic next time. If we have candles and shit and you start running around the room, you might start a fire,” Delaney teased, only half joking.
“Fine, I guess I’ll just bite.”
Grigori took a deep breath and kissed Delaney’s neck sweetly right over his collar. “Stop,” Delaney ordered as he scrambled away. He jumped to his feet and turned to his mate, who wore a look of shock and concern.
