Page 42 of Bloody Temptations

“Touch yourself again. No, only your chest.” He redirects my hand when I try to sneak it down to stroke myself again.

It’s fine, though. I can play his game. I’mhappyto play his game.

I retrace the lines I mapped earlier, with a finger, a whole hand, switching things up as I go. I grope my pecs in both hands, and roll my nipples tightly between my fingers enjoying the flare in his eyes as much as the jolt of pain shooting through me.

I draw the moment out, moving back and forth on my chest, alternating between pinching and flicking the hardening nubs and soothing the irritated, flushed skin.

All the while I’m gyrating my hips like I’m riding a bucking bronco. My fang has broken the skin on my lip, and I can feel the blood pooling and then spilling from my lip.

“Reach one hand up. Behind your head.” Finn’s voice is hoarse, strained like he’s ready to snap. And we’ve only just gotten started.

I recognise the position he has me in. It lengthens my torso, putting me on spectacular display. But that’s not what he’s looking at. No, it’s the thatch of dark hair in my armpit that has him enthralled.My littleFinn is a freak. I almost laugh at the thought, but manage to keep it inside, letting the joy blend in with the white hot lust boiling in me.A delicious, irresistible freak. Fuck, I knew he was perfect for me.

In a mindless daze, he licks his lip and then rolls them in to cover his teeth. He’s hungry. He wants to bite me. Devour me. I feel it too. The ache in my teeth is just as strong as the ache in my cock.

Giving my bruised, sensitive nipples a break, I run my fingers over the hair in my pit. It captures his attention. He’s crossed over into the more primal side of his vampire nature. He tracks my fingers dancing back down my chest and over my stomach.

When they skim over a sensitive nerve above my scars, tickling me and making me shiver, he grunts roughly, baring his teeth. Not in a sneer, his fangs have just sharpened in preparation to feed.

My finger traverses the line between my hip bones, back and forth, my ass never ceasing its relentless movement, grinding like I’m riding his cock like I’m absolutely desperate to do. My dick strains desperately, seeking more than the paltry friction of my shorts.

I pull them down slowly, to the very base of my rigid, aching cock and let them snap back against me.

Finn’s gulp is audible, really more of a pained groan really, when I cup myself over the material, using them to highlight the obscenity of my erection. There is a darker patch where my leaking head has pressed against them. I run my thumb over the spot, shuddering at the drag of the material over my sensitive head. He leans forward, hungrily focused on the damp patch.

“Off. Now.”

I don’t need any more invitation than that. I shove myself up just high enough to shove my shorts down to my knees. My cock weeps at its freedom, aggressively pointing in Finn’s direction. It may not be the biggest cock, or have all the fancy features some beingsare blessed with, but I’m still proud of it—I’ve certainly never had any complaints—and right now I am desperate to touch it. I don’t, though. Not until he says to.

“Get the lube. Get your hand nice and slick. Show me how you like it. Show me what feels good.” He’s finally recovered the use of full sentences. Or close enough.

“Anything you want, Finn.” I try for sass, but it just comes out needy and desperate.

Finn raises an eyebrow at me, leaning back. How the fuck is he so calm right now? I'm so keyed up, I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to put on a show worth watching.

My hands fumble with the lube, but I manage to get the bottle open and coat my hand. It gives me a second to focus on something else. Pull myself back from the brink. Just to be a shithead, I flex my dick, making it jerk. The move breaks the hyper-intense spell Finn seems to be under, the fierce look on his face cracking with a small smile.

“Just fucking do it already.”

Apparently, it’s hard for him to maintain his newfound gruff demeanour when he’s trying to not laugh. It gives me a little more of my balance back.

“Naw, Finny baby. You want to see me make myself come?” I wrap my now slick hand around my cock, pumping my fist up and swirling over the head.

“You know I do.” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, giving up all pretenses and cupping his cock through his pants. It’s gotta be painful, all wrapped up like that.

My tongue darts out to lick at the now dried blood on my lip, enjoying the shot of pleasure it shoots through me. My fist moves in earnest now, working in time with my hips, while my other hand continues to touch everywhere else. Stroking my tense thighs, teasingmy still sensitive nipples, toying with my balls dangerously high and tight to my body.

It’s nice to not be holding a phone, so I can really drive myself crazy, I think, my head falling back with a moan when I shuttle a twisting hand over my head while my other hand presses on my taint. Between how wound up I am and having Finn right there watching, my thighs quake with each thrust, the strain blending with the tingling sensation coiling through my muscles.

“Slow down,” Finn commands.

Opening my eyes, I tilt my head and look down at my glistening cock, the reddened head rising from my fist again and again with my furious rhythm. I force myself to follow Finn’s order, loosening my grip to bring myself back from the orgasm I can feel building in my spine.

“Lie back. Take your shorts off. They are in the way.” Finn’s terse, clipped orders only fuel the fever burning in my blood.

I fall back onto the bed, kicking off my shorts in jerky, frantic movements that make Finn chuckle. It’s different to his usual laugh, throatier. Darker. Hotter.

As soon as I’m free of the fabric, my hand is back around my cock, taking me right back to the brink.

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