Page 85 of Taste of Forever
“You did a pretty good job of that in the shower.”
“Because I promised you that I would.” His pants were nearly to his knees, revealing red boxer shorts underneath.
“Now those, slowly.”
Laith pulled in a sharp breath and did as he was told, eyes on me. The silky red fabric reminded me of a stage curtain lifting away for a tantalizing reveal. And what a reveal it was.His erection stretched up to his navel and the girth of him was almost more impressive than his length.
“What next, Heather?” He’d kicked the boxers all the way off and now sat fully naked, legs outstretched in front of him.
My mouth felt entirely too dry. He didn’t have to do anything to be incredible to look at. “Go ahead and touch yourself how you usually would.”
“You mean when I’m thinking of you?” He slid both palms over his inner thighs, then lightly gripped his balls and the base of his cock.
“You don’t have to flatter me.” Sure, I was cute. Even pretty when I put effort into my appearance. But I was no one’s masturbation fantasy.
“I’m not.” Laith began long, lazy strokes up and down his length, bringing himself to fully hard in mere seconds. “One taste of you and I was ruined for anyone else.”
“Slow your hand down.”
He groaned, eyes half shutting with the effort, but his hand slowed, his grip on himself loosening.
“What do you think about?”
“Fuck.” His head fell back, connecting with the headboard with a thunk.
“I figured. But tell me how.”
His chest heaved with a few ragged breaths before speaking. “I’ve thought about fucking you in front of him. Your ex.”
That was not what I expected to hear. Heat radiated from my core outward. “You have?” I stuttered out.
“So many times. It’s my biggest fantasy, actually.” Laith released his cock for a few rough breaths, his erection bobbing stiffly before coming to rest on his stomach. “I want to show him how you should have been treated the whole time. Fucked into oblivion every night. I want your screams of pleasure from another man to haunt him until his dying days.” Laith thumbedthe head of his cock and spread the bead of precum down his length. “In my mind, he’s jealous and pissing himself in fear.”
“Fear?” I choked out. “Fear of what?”
Laith grinned, his eyes flashing as he dragged his tongue along his fangs. For a moment, I saw the same predator I first noticed in the club.
“Because you’re a bloodied, beautiful mess and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He’s freaking out over watching you come as I bite you and fuck you and drink your blood. Every bite is a claim on you that he was never man enough to take. You don’t even realize he’s there because I’m fucking you so well and making you delirious with pleasure. You’re begging me for more, harder, and I’m giving it all to you. All the sad little human can do is watch and listen. It’s my heaven and his personal hell.”
At some point while listening to Laith’s fantasy, I realized I was soaking wet. My thighs pressed together and I squirmed. My vampire’s nostrils flared, inhaling deeply as he gripped the headboard, arm flexing as he anchored himself. His other hand jerked roughly at his cock.
“Why do you fantasize about that?” Maybe a better question was why didIfind it so hot.
Laith made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Because he should know what he lost and I won.” His heavily lidded eyes met mine. “I don’t have to fantasize to know he’ll figure out that first part soon enough.”
“Are you sure about that?” Before he could answer, I added, “Stop stroking.”
“Fuck…” Laith slapped his hand down on the bed next to him, balling it into a fist. Then he quickly abandoned that idea to grip the headboard with both hands, as if bracing himself.
“Feels like you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, grinning. “And yes, I’m certain he’ll be full of regret soon if he isn’t already. I see you squirming. I can smell how turned on you are, and it’sfucking delicious. You can edge me until my balls are as blue as a daytime sky. You’re a prize, Science Barbie. And you’re mine.” His grin broadened through his heavy breaths. “I. Won.”
My original idea was to be purely a viewer from beginning to end. It wasn’t a hard and fast rule, but I’d never intended to touch him while he pleasured himself. But I couldn’t stop myself from crawling across the bed. I planted my hands on either side of Laith’s hips and kissed him with all the torrential emotions I didn’t know how to put into words.
He kissed me back with equal force, a rough scraping of lips and fangs and tongues. The wooden slats in the headboard creaked under his punishing grip.
“You can let go,” I whispered in the breath between one kiss and the next.
“Never.” He tugged on my lip with his fangs, just enough for a nip of pain without drawing blood. “This is forever.”
