Page 65 of Tested
Between the way he rocked Connor to sleep and those damned tights, I’m ready to blow like a teenager in a porn store. My hips move faster, apparently taking matters out of my conscious thought. The pleasure builds until I’m skating along the crest of my release.
I yank my cock away from him and start stroking fast. My nuts are so tight they almost hurt and then I’m gone, falling, shooting hot come all over David’s face and his beautifully smooth chest.
My knees soften and I brace myself against the wall. Connor’s snoring steadily, and David’s got his eyes shut, an image of debauched beauty. “Don’t move,” I whisper and even though my legs aren’t completely steady, I stagger to the bathroom for a wet rag.
When I return, he’s where I left him, still on his knees, eyes still shut. I crouch next to him and carefully wipe the spunk from his face. “Now,” I say, moving the rag to his chest. “What would you like?”
“I want you to jerk me off, then bite me so I come.”
“I can do that.” I move the rag lower, covering his dick where it’s trapped against his thigh. He hisses when the rag hits him and I tease him with it for a while. “Want to go to another room so we don’t wake our sleeping beauty?”
Connor answers me with a stertorous snore.
“Pretty sure we could set off a bomb and it won’t wake him.” David covers my hand with his. “More please.”
Pondering the logistics of stroking him off through a pair of tights, I shift us so I’m leaning against the wall and he’s sitting between my legs. Now I can reach around and slide my hands under the waistband of his tights.
I get hold of his balls and tease him, leaving his cock where it is. He starts to writhe in my arms, and when I finally take his dick in hand and drag it out into the air, he groans loud and long.
Connor snores in response. It crosses my mind that I’m going to need to give our lover shit for sleeping through our orgasms. That’s followed by a burst of relief that I hadn’t thought ofthe commandfirst. I smile and curl over David, kissing my way from his ear to the pulse point in his throat.
“Yeah,” he gasps, his voice cracked and raw. “Right there.”
I tease him with lips and tongue, slowly tightening the grip I’ve got on his cock. He’s so damn gorgeous and when he’s all laid out and vulnerable like this, I want to give him everything in the world.
He tries to spread his legs, but he can’t unless he takes off his tights. He tries to shove them off but I catch hold of his wrist, leaving him trapped.
Giving up, he grabs hold of my arms to give himself leverage. He starts rocking his hips, growling with each thrust, and his head tilts to show me more of his throat. So exposed, but never weak.
His hips work fast, then faster, and his growl turns into a high-pitched whine. I wait until the first, tell-tale throb in his cock, and then I bite.
David cries out, going rigid in my arms. He explodes over my hands and across his belly. His whine turns to whimpers, and his body slowly relaxes. He loosens his grip on my arms, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have crescent-shaped marks where his nails dug into me.
I use the wet rag to wipe the come off my hands, but it’s cold. “Do you want me to wipe you down with this, or leave for a minute so I can warm it up?”
He scoots closer to me, resting his head against my shoulder. “Just use that.” Of course, as soon as the rag touches his belly he yelps. Curling up like a pill bug, he tells me to “warm that thing up.”
Chuckling, I crawl out from under him. When I’ve got the washcloth suitably warmed up, I come back and clean him up, then squat down and scoop him up in my arms.
What’s the good of being a vampire if you can’t carry your lover from one room to the next when you want to?
We end up in the living room, wrapped up in each other on the big couch. David’s kicked his way out of the fishnet tights, so he’s naked in my arms. He’s dozing and I’m watching the city lights flicker and trying not to think.
At least I think he’s dozing until he surprises me with a question. “So which one of the DelMarcos seemed like a murderer to you?”
“Dunno.” I weigh my memories of each of the people we met. Connor’s snores have faded to deep and heavy breathing, still faintly audible in the quiet house. “I can make a case for any of them.”
“Me too.” David starts tracing circles on my thigh, lightly, teasing. “I mean, the fact that the spirits of the murdered women were surrounded by a snake does point to a member of the family. Although…”
I stay quiet, giving him a chance to sort out what he wants to say.
“One thing bothers me.”
“What’s that?”
David shifts from tracing circles to tapping me as if he’s trying to knock the right answer out of thin air. “When we first learned that all three victims had gone to high school together, I immediately jumped to the conclusion that they must have been involved in something that would motivate someone to kill them.
“I never really considered that there’d be someone with a grudge against all of them, or someone who’s trying to get some long-delayed revenge. I always figured they’d seen something or done something specific that made them targets.”
