Page 14 of First Blood
All of that sounded hollow as Laurie slipped out from between me and the counter and went to take off his shoes and lie down in his bed, letting out a little sigh of relief as his head hit the pillow. His eyes fluttered shut.
I took a minute to get my own boots off, and then I sat on the edge of the bed, in the very little space left. Laurie scooted over as far as he could, turning on his side with his back to the wall, and I wedged myself in next to him.
The coat fell open. So much for layers.
The maneuvering was awkward enough to distract me from where I was and what I was doing. Laurie elbowed me in the chest, we bonked knees, his hair got in my mouth as I tried to lie down. It was still the silkiest hair I’d ever petted, but it stuck on my tongue and had to be picked off just like anyone else’s.
That lasted until we’d finally settled, with me half on top of him and Laurie’s head on the pillow, tipped back enough to bare his throat. My cock pressed against his thigh. It was going to be rock hard soon if I didn’t move, but moving would rub me against him.
Fuck.
Laurie licked his lips and peeked at me through his eyelashes.
Those lips. I wanted to taste him there even more than I wanted another taste of his blood.
“Go ahead,” Laurie said. “It didn’t hurt much before. I thought it would, but I’m not afraid of it this time.” He blinked at me. “Five hundred, right? You haven’t changed your mind about that?”
All my reasons for avoiding an entanglement aside, this was the real one: I was paying him, and if I wasn’t, he’d avoidme. Entanglements went both ways.
Melting snow had finally stopped dripping out of my hair and down the back of my neck, but that realization felt more or less the same.
He charged fifty for a blowjob, a hundred for a fuck. He almost never had more than three customers in a night. Which made me wonder: why wouldn’t he want to let me feed every night, maybe with a couple of days off to recover now and then? I’d made it clear he could set any rules he wanted. If he told me not to take more than a couple of tablespoons, I wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even be anemic.
I leaned in and brushed my nose over the curve of his throat, drinking him in figuratively before I did it literally. He swallowed, and I licked his Adam’s apple. Fucking gods, he tasted so good.
My fangs were down and ready. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I bit.
It was even better than before. I wasn’t really hungry, not after feeding less than a week before. This was purely for pleasure, a glut of sensation. Luxurious. Self-indulgent. Every swallow sweeter than the last, a dessert that became more delicious with each mouthful.
Laurie writhed under me, little sinuous movements, and he moaned. I wrapped an arm around his waist and tucked him even tighter against me, rolling my own hips because I simply couldn’t fucking help it. He let out a series of panting, desperate gasps and whimpers, until at last he stiffened, cried out, and went still.
My whole body shuddered, my cock so hard it hurt. I could come if I thrust against him, harder and harder, parted his legs and rutted into the crease of his ass…
Instead I let the flow of blood slow to a trickle, teasing the punctures with my tongue to start the clotting process. One last swallow, and I withdrew my fangs and let my forehead rest against his hair, breathing hard and lapping gently at his neck.
Laurie had gone completely limp under me, except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest.
I lifted my head. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and rosy-red. At least he couldn’t possibly be cold anymore. And no, I wasn’t going to look farther down to see if he’d come.
I knew he had. If I saw it, that would be game over. Feeling it and hearing it and scenting it had been more than enough.
Time to go. But when I tried to pull away, he let out a discontented murmur, reaching out and latching his hand onto my shirt.
What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I froze, poised to climb out of the bed. His fingers tightened, the points of his fingertips digging into me like burning brands. Laurie was touching me. Holding me.
Fuck it. I wasn’t going to take advantage of him. I’d cut my own dick off first.
I shifted off of him a little so I was on my side, a millimeter from flailing onto the floor, and I slid the arm I was lying on under his head, tucking him into the crook of my shoulder. He sighed, the warmth of his breath seeping through the cotton of my t-shirt. Awkwardly, I lay down again, letting my cheek rest on the top of his head.
Laurie sighed again and made a littlemmmsound. Well, at leasthewas comfortable.
His breathing evened out, and he slept curled against my chest.
I didn’t move a muscle, staring over his head at the stained paint peeling off the wall, conscious every second of how he felt wrapped in my arms.
He felt like heaven.
Chapter 6
