Page 25 of First Blood
I needed more, and my hands moved, finding fabric where there should’ve been smooth skin. The barrier had to go. I tugged and tore, and there were sounds, moans and cries and whimpers. I drank, and my hands found yielding flesh at last.
My name. I could hear my name. That voice tugged something in my chest.
Laurie.
I snapped out of it like crashing down from a third-floor fire escape and pulled my teeth out of him, licking off the last of the blood and pushing up on my elbows.
Laurie. His chest rose and fell frantically — his bare chest. I’d torn the flannel shirt all but off of him. His eyes were so dilated I could only see the slightest rim of blue around the black. A crimson flush stained his cheeks and neck, spreading down over his chest to his rosy nipples, hard and pebbled.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry,” I gasped. Fuck. Sorry didn’t cut it. I’d nearly…and I still felt like I had some kind of hook in my chest, with a wire pulling me inexorably down toward Laurie. I wasn’t sure I could move away from him. Resisting the urge to rip off what was left of our clothes and bury myself inside him felt like torture.
Laurie clutched at my shoulders with both hands and writhed under me, his hips pressing up so that his erection dug into my stomach. “I needed you to stop feeding, but don’t stop,” he murmured, nearly incoherently. “Don’t stop.” I tried again to pull away. He hadn’t fainted this time, and thank God for that or I might’ve really hurt him, without his voice to pull me back from the brink. But that didn’t mean he was in his right mind. “Kiss me,” he said, his voice still thready but his tone unmistakably firm. “Kiss me, and don’t stop.”
My eyes focused on his lips, and then I couldn’t look away. I’d tasted them earlier. They were as sweet as his blood, soft like rose petals. I lowered myself down, every inch closer to him making the pain in my chest easier to bear. And then I kissed him the way I’d wanted to since I’d seen him, if I was being honest. I claimed his mouth with my lips and my tongue, I bit his plush lower lip and plunged inside him, making himmine.
Laurie moaned into my mouth and tugged at my shirt, trying to rip it off the way I had his but not succeeding. I moved down to his neck, tonguing the puncture-marks I’d made in his flesh. That drew out a cry, and he moved frantically underneath me and spread his legs, hooking his heels around my knees. “Victor, please,” he gasped. “I want you inside me before I come. I’m so close. I was so close when you were feeding, but I’m still too worked up to relax like I usually…please,” and he trailed off in another throaty little sound that nearly killed me.
My cock throbbed. I wasn’t sure I was going to get inside him beforeIcame. “Whatever you want,” I said against his neck. I sat up long enough to yank my shirt and pants off, and then I moved down again, sucking one hard, perfect nipple into my mouth and making him arch into me. I was going to taste every fucking inch of him.
There’d been some reason I hadn’t wanted to do this. Something about keeping sex and feeding separate. I wanted to laugh, except that my mouth was too busy sucking little marks into the perfect skin of his stomach, kissing the jut of a hipbone, finding the crease of his thigh and groin and licking a path down. A dark bruise had formed on the other hip, where the fucker I’d killed first had kicked him. I pressed the lightest of kisses all around it, wishing I could kill him all over again. No, there wasn’t any separation to be had. Not when Laurie was already an integral part of the pulse of my blood and the rhythm of my breaths.
I pushed his thighs open, spreading him as wide as he could go. He gasped and buried his hands in my hair, pulling me closer, and I fucking loved it, the way he showed me what he wanted. The way he showed me he wantedme.
My tongue found his tight hole, and his fingers clenched. “You don’t have to do that.”
I didn’t even dignify that with an answer, just sucked a kiss into his puckered flesh. Every part of him tasted sweet, and I pushed my tongue into him and savored him. We didn’t have anything to use for lube, so I took my time working him over, opening him up and fucking him with my tongue until he was wet and loosened and his thighs trembled on either side of my head. His fingers clenched and released convulsively, tugging at my hair. His rasping, ragged breaths were all I needed to spur me on, but his broken moans of my name didn’t hurt — although my cock did, and I felt like there wasn’t any blood left for the rest of me.
At last I lifted my head and looked up at him. Laurie’s half-lidded eyes gleamed in the lamplight. He licked his lips; they were reddened and swollen from my kisses and from the way he’d been biting them.
“Please,” he said, and his breath hitched. “Now. Please.” His cock looked as desperate as mine felt, the head plump and glistening.
One more detour. I pushed up on my elbows and swallowed him down, smiling around my mouthful as he clamped the sides of my head with his knees and keened.
Which gave me an idea. I let him out of my mouth again, ignoring his protests and pleas.
“Do you like getting fucked after you’ve already come?”
Laurie stared at me, his eyes going wide. “What? I mean — does that mean you’ll finish me in your mouth? Thenyes,” he said.
That was enough for me. I bent back down, running my tongue up and down the length of him, satiny and throbbing and hot, nibbling at the head and then sucking him down all the way.
He shuddered and started to come, and fuck, but I didn’t want to pull off. I wanted to swallow it all and milk every last drop out of him, have every bit of him I could, but I had plans for his come. I took over with my hand, staring at him in helpless, spellbound desire as he squeezed his eyes shut, dug his teeth into his lower lip again, and spilled into my palm.
I slicked my cock with it, biting my own lip to keep from coming myself. Laurie whimpered, his eyes open again. “That might make me come if I hadn’t already,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea.” I leaned down and kissed him, long and slow and sure. He opened up for me without hesitation, and his arms wound around my back.
I lost myself in the slick play of his tongue against mine, in the deliciousness of his swollen lips, savoring the gentle stroking of his fingers on my back as much as I was anticipating the way I was about to have him. How long had it been since someone touched me like that? Probably at least as long as it’d been for him, and that realization broke me out of the pleasure of it. I lifted my head and looked down at him. How long had it been since he’d had a cock inside of him because he wanted it there?
“I don’t have to fuck you,” I murmured against his mouth, stealing one more kiss just because I could. “I can get myself off.” Every cell in my body screamed at me to shut the fuck up, bury myself in him and come so deep inside him I’d mark him as mine forever. “Not a problem.”
Laurie blinked up at me, and then he smiled. It wasn’t a sad smile, or a sardonic smile, or the little half-smile he gave me when he was trying to be agreeable. It was real, and blindingly beautiful. “Youaregoing to be getting yourself off. I’m not doing any of the work. I’m off the clock.” The smile faded. “I am, right? I swear to God, if you try to pay me for —”
I cut him off with a kiss that was as far from slow and gentle as a kiss could get, kissed him until he was panting and clinging to me, and his cock, brushing against my stomach, had gotten half-hard again.
My own was lined up perfectly in the crease between his perfect cheeks, and I pushed forward. The head brushed over his hole. I thrust, and I was in him.
Laurie stiffened under me. I pushed again, deeper, inch by inch, kissing and kissing and kissing him, my tongue doing to his mouth what my cock was doing to his body. I felt him give, opening up to take me.
