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“Yeah?” I said, knowing Paco knew me well enough to hear everything I was asking.
He looked down at Zach between us and nodded, squeezing my hand again.
“Yeah,” he answered—and then Zach looked up.
“Did you not come? Again?” he said, fighting to sit up a little, and looking down. “Jack,” he complained, and then reared back, pulling himself out of me, and crawling down the bed.
“What’re you doing?” I asked him.
“Now that I know you can come like an infinite number of times,” he said, giving me an accusatory look, “you’re in trouble.”
“Oh,” I said with slight surprise. And then “God” as a groan as he took my cock into his mouth and sucked down me with his throat open. “Oh—oh fuck.”
Paco loomed over the both of us and laughed. “Yeah, Sunshine,” he said, trying on my new nickname for Zach with a grin. “Get him.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Luna
Nilesh didn’t even let me take off my panties—nor did he push them aside—no, he ate me out right through them, fearlessly, almost like an animal, making frightening sounds of satisfaction as his tongue ground against me through the thin cotton cloth, the spit from his mouth and my juices making a dark spot as they spread out.
I’d been involved in a lot of sex during my short life, but watching him work his mouth between my legs, my thighs hoisted up by his hands, my ankles dangling, my skirt wantonly riding up around my waist—it was next level.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, the urge to come growing, me holding onto the fabric of my skirt as I arched my hips up at him. “I need it,” I panted.
The growl he made at hearing that was primal, and it was like it flowed straight from his mouth and right into my pussy. He caught my underwear with his teeth then and pulled back, stretching them before letting go, making them snap me as I groaned.
“I’m serious, keep going,” I pleaded, wringing my hands.
“Don’t worry, wicked human,” he said, looking up. “I want to taste your cream.” And then he buried himself against me.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” I promised, and then I was, coming apart entirely. My hips fluttered and I could feel my pussy grabbing at his chin as it pressed against my underwear’s fabric. I let out a long low moan, hitched each time another wave ran through me, and he ate me out ’til I was through.
“Just beautiful,” he said, pulling up and licking his lips—then going back down and pulling the cotton aside. He made a show of twisting it out and licking up the juices I’d left on it—another animalistic display that made him seem totally other, plus practically made me come again—before turning back to me.
I was worried he was going to jump in on my clit, and was ready to protest, but instead he pulled my folds open with his thumbs and started contentedly lapping at me like the world’s biggest cat.
It was almost soothing after what he’d just put me through—and then he pushed his thumbs in, and started using them to stroke up and down my walls, stretching me open as I slowly relaxed.
“I’m not entirely sure what you’re doing right now,” I confessed, “but it’s working for me.”
He smiled against me, then barely lifted away to answer, “Letting you rest, while I get you ready.”
I’d have asked ready for what, but I already knew—that baseball bat between his legs. And at the thought of him using it on me again—I made a small, excited sound without thinking.
“Somebody want to get fucked?” he asked, as his eyes lit on mine.
“Always,” I breathed.
“Then it’s my turn again,” he said, rocking back and up to sit on the couch beside me, shoving more of his pants down and pulling his shirt up. He was hard again; I hadn’t been able to see it when he’d been kneeling, but now his beautiful uncut dick was on full display, the veins on it pulsing. “Mount up.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, jumping up to do as I was told. I paused for long enough to pull off my shirt and kick off my skirt and underwear, coming to straddle him nakedly. I reached down to position him, swiping his fat head into place, feeling it start to open me, already imagining how good it would feel when I got all of it inside.
But then his hands caught my waist before I could move lower, with only the first thick inch pressed in.
“That’s far enough,” he said, fighting me as I tried to drop down. I inhaled to complain, and then saw him very seriously considering the place where we met. “Try to come on me like this. I want to see those pretty pussy lips quivering.”
I would’ve fought him on it—only I’d already come once, and things were still hot. “That’s what you want to watch?” I asked him, making the entrance of my pussy squeeze and tug.
“Yeah,” he purred, before glancing up at me delightedly. “Keep going.”
I swallowed—then I brought a hand to my mouth, licked my fingers, and started rubbing them on my clit.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, which was really all the encouragement I needed. I licked the fingers of my other hand, and tugged my nipples up, and listened to his groans.
“You like it when I’m a cocktease?” I asked, making myself pulse around him. I pitched my hips forward a little, and he let me, so I could show him more of where he entered me, and the way my fingers rubbed myself. “You like thinking about fucking my pussy?” I asked, which made him chuckle.
“Yes. Right now it feels like your wicked little cunt is begging me.” Pretty soon the rest of me was going to beg him too, and I almost said as much, but then he looked up at me. “I want you so close to coming that you’re clamped tight, Luna. I want your walls rubbing each other, wishing they were wrapped around me.”
I groaned. “You’ve got a damn dirty mouth,” I said, but I was infinitely turned on. “Do you want to hear me say please? Because I’ll say it—it won’t mean anything, and I’ll deny it in the morning, but—”
“Yes,” he growled, and I wished I hadn’t offered.
“Fine—please,” I said spitefully, which somehow only turned me more on. “Please fuck me already with your fucking massive cock because,” I said, squirming over him, feeling his hands tighten to stop me, “I need it, and I want to come.”
“Keep rubbing yourself.”
Like I was going to stop now. “Please?” I tried.
“Harder.”
I groaned. “Fuck, Nilesh—please!” I was so close, it wasn’t fair, I made a whine because I was going and—he fucking dropped me—no, he shoved me—his cock filling all of the space in me up at once.
I grunted like I’d been punched, but I was still mid-orgasm—so I just started screaming. I was stretched in all directions, my pussy clamping down on him in waves, and it fucking felt so good. “Fuck,” I whispered, moaning low, my hips grinding against his where they kept his cock thrust up. “Oh fuck—just—fuck,” I hissed, practically on the verge of tears from having come so hard.
“Feels like you were made for me,” he said as I blurrily looked up. “Even though I know that that’s not true. Hold your tits up.”
I did as I was told, panting, still well aware that the loaded gun inside of me hadn’t gone off yet. I watched his lips take my nipples in, one after the other, and felt him suck and pull with his tongue, the force of his attention making me sway.
“Oh my God,” I whispered without thinking, but he didn’t call me on it, he just started rocking me, at first so slowly that I hardly felt it, in time with his tongue and my breathing. But then there was no denying it, the way he was pushing me up and pulling me down, against his slow thrusts. I let go of my breasts and threw my arms around his neck. “Nilesh,” I said, my lips just inches away from his as he pulled back. I could smell my sex on his breath and something about that made me even hornier.
“Beautiful wicked girl,” he said back, coming to kiss against my neck. “Longing to get fucked.”
I could hardly deny it. I nodded deeply and gave a soft sigh—and each time he pushed me down he rose up, and I could feel his cock bottoming out inside of me, like it was finding new space.
“I still don’t want to hurt you, Luna,” he went on, even as he slowly pulled my arms behind me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and kept me rocked back, trapped on him, making me look up to heaven like a penitent sinner. I had a feeling I knew what was coming up next and I let my jaw drop. “But I know what kind of girl you are,” he said, wrapping his other hand around my upper thigh, to rub his thumb around my clit in contemplative circles, without touching it. “You don’t like kindness much—so much so that it would be an interesting challenge to see if I could make you change your mind. But as for right now, I’m going to give you what you need.”
“And what’s that?” I heard myself ask him, a part of me already drifting off and prepared to take it, whatever it was, and just let it wash over me.
“A little divine agony.”
I licked my lips. I’d spent the better part of seven years sleeping with a vampire—and somehow this was more frightening. I brought my head forward, breathing heavy, and stared at him.
“Let me use you how I need to, Luna,” he said, his dark eyes searching mine. “I promise I won’t break you.”
Somehow I managed to gather myself up enough to give him a chilly stare. “Fuck your promises.”
His eyes went wide for a moment, and then he laughed.
Challenging a fallen angel to some kind of fuck-off was probably not the best of my ideas, but it was too late now. He used my wrists to keep me still and started using me to fuck himself in earnest. There was no point in fighting, and so I didn’t. Each of his fast, hard thrusts took my breath away, and the sounds we made where we met were absolutely filthy.
“The meaner I am to you, the wetter you get,” he said with a groan as he kept bouncing me. “Your tight little pussy’s starting to flood me—I can feel it dripping down my sack.”
I knew it was true, but all I could do was pant, especially as he pulled my arms down further and made me arch back. “Look at you, Luna. So fucking full of me you can’t even think.”
He wasn’t wrong; in fact, I’d just started moaning, unable to make any other cogent sound. He was—shoving into me—ripping out—thrusting—a wet slap—fuller than I’d ever been—right before he made me empty. It was like being on a carousel ride that was always speeding up—I needed it—he was giving it to me—I was nothing but a willing hole—he was nothing but a claiming cock.
I felt the strange peace that came from being pulled into pieces and not caring, all of me tingling and ready, so close to coming I could be brushed over with a feather—while he made rough sounds below me, breathing like a running horse.
And then I realized that this was all . . . me.
And my experiences right now were all . . . mine.
And I was here because I wanted to be.
I gave a triumphant shout and shook my wrists free from his controlling hand—he didn’t even fight me—why would he, when the first thing I did with my new freedom was fuck him?
I grabbed hold of the couch above his shoulders and worked my hips in opposition to his, making him land even fucking deeper, a thing I would not have thought was possible, all the while howling, and when I looked down I would’ve sworn I saw flames in his eyes.
“Get it,” he growled, leaving his hips thrust up for me to ride.
I punched his shoulder with a closed fist and then all of me clamped tight, feeling his cock seated inside me like a perfectly fitting key, and then me panting, rocking, chafing, grinding, doing everything I could against him, desperate to unlock myself.
And then I managed it.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted, thrashing back and forth, deliciously pinned. He grabbed my hips and shook them, once, twice, and then he was coming too, drawing me up and down his dick in broad, aggressive strokes, while he made deep sounds of satisfaction and I felt his fat cock jerk as it pumped inside me.
I collapsed against him, and felt him twitch. “Don’t move,” he said with a groan, pressing an unexpectedly gentle hand against my back as I felt him shudder. “I’m still fucking coming—and I want every drop of my load inside you.”
I didn’t say anything. I just lay there and let him hold me, and every ten seconds or so he would make a rumbling sound in his chest and then give me a hip-shaking shove. I knew he was still getting his rocks off from the glazed look in his eyes, but even though it was strange, I liked it—it made me feel claimed.
Like he couldn’t give me up.
Then his head rocked back into the couch with a thump and he finally caught his breath.
I stayed splayed exactly where I was, watching him. “Did you really come for like five whole minutes?”
A smile graced his lips before he lifted his back up to look at me. “Two and a half, max.”
“What’s that like?” I found myself smiling back.
“Good. But messy.”
“This couch has definitely seen worse, trust me.” I giggled, which was unlike me, but I couldn’t help it, I felt euphoric. “If anyone ever used a black light in here, it would look like a rave.”
“Shop talk,” he said with a chuckle. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get hotter.”
I was about to hit him again when I realized he meant it. I was a little stunned.
“We probably should’ve talked about condoms though, before you pumped me full of angel cum.”
He outright laughed at that. “It’s totally hygienic. And I’ve even been told it tastes good.”
“Yeah, you and every other seventeen-year-old guy,” I said, laughing too. “But I meant more in a ‘I don’t want to get pregnant the day before I become a vampire’ type way. Like I’m not a Bella-from-Twilight type.”
“Don’t worry, we’re sterile. You’ll be fine.” Nilesh grinned, then shifted me up his chest, and I felt him slide out, making a very rude noise as his heavy dick slapped down and fluids gushed out of me. “Although you’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
Hell yeah, I was. “Only up until I’m dead tomorrow night.”
“You sure you’re going to go through with that?”
“Yeah,” I said, finally feeling absolutely certain in a strange and new wholesome way. “Yeah,” I repeated, more emphatically. “I’m not really ready to really die just yet.” I rocked myself against him. “Not when living can feel as good as this.”
“Do you have a plan for what you’ll do when you wake up?”
Starving and likely horny? I tilted my head a little. “Is this your way of asking me on a post-vampirism date?”
“No—after you become a vampire, I won’t be able to touch you,” he said, sounding suddenly serious. “We’ll burn when we touch. I’m too good.”
I blinked. It wasn’t going to change my plans, but, damn—and then I saw him trying not to laugh.
“You’re ‘too-good’—fuck you,” I said, cackling.
“I am!” he protested with a snicker. “I’m very good at some things!”
“Yeah? Like what?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Like throwing you over the arm of this couch and then eating out your ass.”
I gasped, and then squealed as he moved me in the arm rest’s direction. “Nilesh!”
“Did you need a couch cushion for your hips?” he asked solicitously, picking one up to offer.
My boss was in his bedroom getting dick-to-mouth resuscitated by his two boyfriends, I was naked on his couch, thoroughly fucked, with angel cum dripping down to my knees—and I was scheduled to become a vampire the coming night, which would finally save me.
And this suave, big-dicked asshole wanted to give me a rim job.
This was the best night I’d ever had.
I took the pillow and shook it at him. “I don’t care how good your tongue is, you’re not getting anywhere near my colon with that thing,” I said, pointing at his cock.
He appeared to consider this. “Not even when you’re a vampire?”
“I guess we’ll find out in three days,” I said, whirling towards the armrest and planting the cushion in between it and my hips, before looking back over my shoulder at him. “Bring lube.”
“Then it’s a date,” he said, giving me a deliciously predatory look, before palming my ass open and coming for me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jack
By the time it was dawn, we’d all worn one another out. Zach was asleep against my shoulder, and Paco was propped up on an elbow, tracing a finger around the edges of all of my tattoos. He’d done that a lot when we started going out—mostly because I’d keep showing up to our dates with new ones. I used to think it made him mad, maybe he didn’t like the thought of strangers touching me, but eventually I realized it was because he just wanted to know me.
I grabbed his hand with my free one and brought it to my lips to kiss. “I honestly didn’t think getting tag teamed would involve so much bullying,” I whispered.
He laughed. “Only because you never do what you’re told.” He reached across me to pet Zach. “How come I don’t get a cute nickname?”
One of my eyebrows cocked up. “Did you want one?”
“No.”
“Well, there’s your answer.”
He snorted, and leaned up against me like a soft and warm brick wall, and it was almost the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life, lying there.
Being taken care of.
Just . . . being.
I turned towards Paco. “This is scarier than thinking I’m going to die, forgotten in the dark.”
He leaned down to kiss my temple. “Why?” he asked, then I felt his lips frown against me, as he tried to answer his own question. “Because you don’t want it with me?”
“No—oh, fuck no. Of course I do. It’s—” I said, shaking my head, trying to explain. “I’ve just never gotten to think about forever before.”
