Page 24 of Missing Piece
“Yes,” Adam choked out as Vincent’s hand slipped beneath the blanket and wrapped around his cock through his boxers.
“Say please.”
Asshole.“Please.”
“Mmm. Good pet,” Vincent crooned.
Adam shuddered. “I’m not a pet,” he gasped as Vincent’s fingers stroked him through the fabric of his boxers.
“But you’re still begging for it like one.” Vincent slid his hand inside Adam’s boxers and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock.
Adam choked on a noise that was half laughter, half disbelief as Vincent slowly began to pump him. He could feel Vincent repositioning himself next to him, but he couldn’t will himself to open his eyes. Opening them would mean watching himself get jerked off by a vampire, and he wasn’t sure how he would react. He might freak the fuck out. Or be way more into it than any sane person should be.
Vincent’s hand began to pick up speed. Each stroke tugged at his foreskin, the friction building with each pass. “Spread your legs,” Vincent murmured, sounding somewhat further away. Adam complied without thinking, digging his nails into his palms as he tried to summon some hint of resolve. “Look at me.”
Vincent’s hand pulled at the waistband of his boxer-briefs before he heard the fabric ripping, freeing his cock and exposing it to the night air. He knew he shouldn’t look. He needed to keep his eyes closed and just ride out the feeling. But as soon as he felt the swipe of something warm and wet over the tip of his dick, his eyes flew open, his mouth agape as he tried to process the information in front of him.
Vincent’s gaze was intense, his mouth poised mere inches from Adam’s cock as he flicked his tongue against it. Adam was transfixed, attempting to comprehend the unfoldingscene. “Just so you’re aware,” the blond man said, continuing to caress Adam’s length with a smirk, “this alters nothing. I’m not releasing you.”
Adam had a retort ready, but it evaporated as his cock disappeared into Vincent’s mouth. Vincent’s tongue glided over his length with a slow, deliberate elegance, a sensation unlike any other Adam had known. He couldn’t suppress a moan as Vincent began to suck gently, his head moving up and down in a steady rhythm, tongue never ceasing its dance. “Fuck,” Adam groaned.
Close your eyes. Don’t look. This is wrong.He at least tried to tell himself that as he fought the urge to cant his hips forward. He had straight up allowed his dick to enter the mouth of someone who could probably bite it off with zero effort, and instead of being pants-shittingly scared, he was trembling like a leaf because he was trying not to cum too fast. To savor the moment and make it last as long as possible. Because when the fuck would something this insane ever happen again?
Vincent began to pick up his pace, taking more of Adam into his mouth. Each suck was insistent and forceful, pulling on him relentlessly and sending waves of pleasure through him. Every nerve in his body was on fire and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to explode.
“Oh God, yes, fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Adam heard himself moaning, but he didn’t care. His hands, still shaking, found their way into Vincent’s hair, tangling in it as he tried to get Vincent to take more of him. And for some reason, Vincent allowed him to. Everything around him went hazy, drifting through a fog. Like being high.
No. This was better than being high.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Adam gasped. His fingers went taut as his balls drew up to his body. He felt the warning signs as they overwhelmed him, a second before he came in a rush, his cock pulsing between Vincent’s lips as he filled the vampire’s mouth. He gasped as his back involuntarily arched, his body shuddering as bliss washed over him.
With each spasm, Vincent’s mouth pulled at him more insistently, milking him as he came, drawing it out. And the longer it lasted, the more he wanted it to keep going.
Vincent raised his head, allowing Adam’s cock to slip from his mouth as he continued to caress it languidly. “You taste good, Adam,” he murmured.
Adam’s nostrils flared as his chest heaved up and down. His head spun and his stomach churned like he might puke. This was so wrong. So depraved.
So fucking hot.
“I…I, uh, um…why—“, he sputtered between gasps. His mind was gone, lost somewhere in a post-orgasm fog. Any sense of self-preservation had vanished into the night and seemed determined to stay there. He was defenseless. Completely and utterly defenseless with his dick out.
“Shhh.” Vincent leaned up and kissed him.
Adam kissed back, tasting the remnants of his own cum and blood on Vincent’s tongue. He didn’t hate it. This was something new. He was so used to just getting off and then fucking off from whichever person was as high and horny as he was that there was never any post-orgasm activity. No kissing or cuddling. Half the time, there wasn’t even a discussion.
As Vincent pulled away, Adam grabbed the blanket, trying to cover himself as a chill seeped into his skin again. Vincent’sgaze bore into his, unblinking, still looking heated with his pupils so blown out there was only a ring of icy blue left against his black eyes. There was something mesmerizing about the way he looked, slack-jawed, his lips coated in spit and still tinged red from giving Adam what may have been the best blowjob of his life. Adam expected him to be smug, or to tease him, or to say something cruel after he caved so easily.
But Vincent didn’t. And Adam didn’t know what to do with that information.
Vincent sniffed the air, his cheek twitching as his brow furrowed. He closed his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t how this was supposed to go,” Vincent mumbled, seemingly to himself before he opened his eyes. “Sorry about this.”
“What—?” was the only thing Adam got out before a sharp pain exploded in his head and everything went black.
Chapter Eight - Vincent
“Alright, you fuckers, come out. I can smell the both of you in here,” Vincent called out as he shut the door to Adam’s room. He had wrapped the unconscious human in the blanket and left him on top of his bed. He didn’t even bother with the ankle cuff this time. It seemed like Adam really couldn’t get around without assistance, so he wasn’t too worried about him wandering off or doing something silly like trying to escape. Not after tonight.
This time, he was careful to keep thoughts of “horny fingers,” as the brothers called it, from entering his mind. He just wanted to feed and try to figure out why he was so fascinated with the grumpy little human. He hadn’t intended on giving Adam head, but as soon as the idea crept into his mind, it was as though he couldn’t stop himself. He was already on his knees, his face between Adam’s legs, before it dawned on him how badly he was fucking up—but by then it was too late.
