Page 24 of Overexposed

“Me?” Auris asked, doing his best not to blink his silver eyes like a predator might. “I don’t know what you mean at all.”

“Yeah, like I believe that.”

I stepped over the lip of the shower and held the glass door open for him. The warm spray hit my back and the side of my head at about the same time he joined me. The shower was large, black tile, all modern angles. Auris took a moment to look at me, and he made very sure I noticed I was getting stared at.

“Turn around. I’d like to have a look at your ass,” he said.

That went straight to my balls, and I showed him my back, doing my best to make the movement sensual.

I never heard him move, but felt his arms come around me, and instead of offering him my neck to kiss, I turned again. Our lips clashed, and he pulled me close.

I gasped, everything inside me igniting until I could feel sparks skipping over my skin. “Auris,” I breathed when his mouth worked its way to my throat. Water trickled into my mouth, and I swallowed, my eyes fluttering.

He pushed me up against the shower wall in such a way that I had to rest my head against the black tiles if I didn’t want to catch the spray in my face. It forced me into a position to watch, which, judging by the smile on Auris’s face when he dropped to his knees in front of me, he had intended.

The sight of him, kneeling and closing his lips around my cock while the water matted his black hair against his pale skin, that made me feel hot and cold, alive and like I’d died and gone to the good place. I don’t think that it was his very much undeniable skill that had me coming in short order. It was the sight, that composition of light and dark, of silver, of the slick, smooth, wet rivulets all over him, like icing on a cake.

I was at his mercy, and he knew it. I mewled helplessly, whimpered, trembled so hard he had to hold me upright with his hands on the backs of my thighs while he licked my spent dick clean, and then when he opened his mouth and stood back up, I sagged against his chest, and he was holding me still, and I knew… I knew I needed him, and I was his.

“Fuck,” I said.

“And that was shower sex, my sweet. You appear to like it.”

He twisted his fingers into my wet hair, and his other hand went down to my ass to cup a cheek in a lewd, possessive gesture.

I turned my head up so I wasn’t looking directly into the spray. “You want me to --”

“No. I am quite satisfied,” he said, and the evenness of his pale skin in contrast to his black hair had a jolt of desire run through me.

“Okay. Okay, but I’d like you to have some of my blood? I didn’t notice before, but there’s no color in your lips at all, and the last time you had any blood, was when we were in the cottage, right?”

“That’s right,” he said. “I should discourage you, Ethan, but I’m selfish. You make me want to be selfish where you are concerned, my sweet.” He released me from his arms. “However, it is daytime. My bite will not be as precise as it is during the night, and my blood will do little to heal your wounds now. That will have to wait until sunset.”

That was new information, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I filed it away for later examination. “That’s fine. I mean, I don’t mind. I want you to -- fuck. This is going to sound like an angsty vampire show. But I want you to have my blood.”

Auris kissed my cheek. “As you say. Soap up, get clean first. You’ll be light-headed after.”

I nodded and washed up. Auris did too, and we shared the spot under the water to rinse the suds off. I had another moment, wishing for my camera, when I watched him shampoo his outrageously long and gorgeous hair.

He was standing outside the spray, eyes on me, when we were all done. I had to glance down along his body, because he was still hard, and I was feeling bad, as if I’d taken advantage.

He noticed. “It’s fine, my sweet. I enjoy taking you to the brink and pushing you over. I love to see your eyes go glassy and listening to your heartbeat. It’s almost like you are running, like I get to chase you, only you never really try to outrun me. You want me to catch you, and I always do.”

“I sometimes forget how sexy you are when you talk to me like that.”

Auris chuckled and took a step closer. “My sweet Ethan, I didn’t even put any effort into it.” He ran his thumb over my throat and lifted one eyebrow in question.

“Yeah, go ahead,” I said.

He nodded. “Would you mind if I touched myself? While I taste you?”

I sucked in a sharp lungful of air. A man getting off while he was biting me shouldn’t be a turn-on, and yet… “That’s fine,” I said, and my voice sounded rough. “Better hurry. We’ve already wasted so much water.”

Auris went very, very still for five seconds. I counted. At the four-second mark, I tilted my head to the side, and he descended. I could practically feel the delicious spike of adrenaline when he bit down. The pain was incredibly sharp, much more so than it had been the first time he had done this.

The light-headedness brought black spots to dance in front of my eyes, and my arms and legs felt funny. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and a part of me liked this. That part took even more note when Auris started jerking himself off, his breath coming fast against the skin of my neck, his powerful body tense against mine.

I could feel his teeth inside me, my blood trickling into his mouth, and every few seconds, he swallowed. I went soft, clung to him while he held me with unmovable strength, trembling with his own, rapidly building pleasure.

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