Page 67 of Love Heals
I snapped back to attention, looking at Jared.
"You with me?"
Fuck. "Yes, sorry I just..." I shook my head, unsure how to explain. "I'm here." And I wasn't going to let myself get distracted again. Jared deserved my full attention.
Jared said only one word in response. "Move."
I didn't have to be told twice. Holding on to his hips, I thrust into him. Slowly at first, until I found my rhythm, until I was sure that I was making this good for Jared too. I only needed to find that spot that...
Jared's back arched and his arousal spiked and I knew I'd hit it. Grinning, I aimed for it again, fucking him exactly the way I liked to be fucked when I was in his position. A thin sheen of sweat built on his skin and his eyes closed again. His breaths came in ragged.
"Harder," he demanded.
Happy to comply, I put a little more force into my thrusts. I might have been lean and lithe, and a little low on blood, but I was still a vampire. I could fuck Jared as hard as any beefcake-mortal could, and if that was what he wanted, that was what I would give him. And he rewarded me with sounds that made my cock grow harder than I'd ever thought possible. I fucked into him, and he moaned, and his desire seared through my core, making me move faster still, wanting more, wanting togivemore.
Needing to drive him toward completion, I wrapped a hand around his cock. Already, it was glistening with precum, slicking my way as I stroked. Jared's hips bucked as he simultaneously tried to rock back on me and thrust up into my hand.
"You too," he rasped. "You have to come too."
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to lose myself in the moment. This moment of perfection. Of feeling Jared all around me, his sweet moans in my ears, his cock in my hand.
At the same time, though, there was something holding me back, and it wasn't just that I had greater stamina than Jared.
It was... a kernel of fear, lodged deep inside my gut. The unshakable knowledge that something terrible would happen if I enjoyed myself too much, if I came without my sire's permission. With someone who wasn't even my sire.
Don't focus on that,I told myself, even as my frustration mounted.Focus on Jared instead. He's so beautiful. You're doing this to him.Blinking my eyes open again, I fixed my gaze on the man beneath me. He truly was beautiful, caught in his bliss. I breathed it in as it rolled off him. His desire, his arousal. All for me.
Under different circumstances, I might have wanted to float in it for a while, keep him just a hair's breadth away from his peak and roll around in the lust he exuded, in the need it sparked in myself.
Tonight, though, I just wanted him to finish before I lost my nerve. He could come. There was nothing wrong withhimcoming, and I wanted him to. I squeezed my hand around his dick, nailing his prostate with my dick as hard as I could. His breath caught. I fucked into him again, my pace turning relentless, punishing, almost.
It worked, though. He tightened around me, his body going tense before his climax tore through him. A throaty moan fell from his lips as his seed spilled over my hand and his hole clenched my dick so hard I nearly came myself.
Nearly.
I wasn't gonna get there, though. Not tonight.
I told myself I was okay with that.
Seeing Jared come, being allowed to share this moment with him, was a reward all by itself.
More than you deserve.
I took a deep breath to center myself. My cock was still hard inside of Jared, and he noticed it too. “Keep moving.” Jared had kept from touching me so far, but now his fingers dug into my thighs, his eyes boring into me. “Do it for me.”
“But you already—“ I choked on my words as Jared squeezed around me again, rolling his hips ever so slightly. I wanted to close my eyes against the sensation, but Jared kept me from doing that too.
“Keep looking at me,” he demanded, and my gaze found his without hesitation. This was good. If I could listen to his orders instead of the ones in my mind… “Move,” Jared said, and I did, letting Jared’s voice fill my head as I thrust into him once more. Desire built in me again, almost too sharp. “Harder,” Jared demanded, his eyes on mine so intense that I couldn’t look away, couldn’t do anything but exactly what he told me.
My balls drew tight, my cock twitched, Jared rock back against me, and then I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Jared’s body dragged me over the cliff. My eyes screwed shut and my hips shook as my orgasm slammed into me, drowning out all thought, all sensation except for the white-hot pleasure that tore through me with a force that was almost brutal.
When I came back to myself, I was lying on top of Jared, his arm around my back. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, and I followed that command too.
