Page 56 of The Vampire's Receptionist
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Dorian asked once they were no longer surrounded by people. The parking lot was busy with so many people heading home, but Dorian parked his fancy cars in a separate area for CEOs and division leaders, and that parking lot was quiet for the time being.
“Not unless you’re willing to give up on your refusal to have sex in your car,” Kian snapped, jerking his elbow free. He marched over to Dorian’s car, arms crossed over his chest as he waited impatiently for the vampire to unlock it.
Yes, he realized he was being irrational. And yes, probably a little possessive. He couldn’t muster up the energy to care at that exact moment. He wanted that gorgeous, sweet vampire in his bed, and nothing else would settle his mood but that.
Thankfully, Dorian seemed to understand Kian’s mood, because he stopped dragging his feet, opening Kian’s door for him and jogging around the car to the driver’s seat with vampiricspeed. Maybe Kian should’ve been more clear about what he wanted.
Of course, leaving when everyone else did meant traffic. That didn’t help at all with Kian’s mood, and he decided to punish Dorian a little by running his hand up and down the vampire’s thigh, teasing him with what they could be doing if he hadn’t been so stubborn about him not using Kian’s magic. Dorian’s hands clenched a little harder on the steering wheel with every minute that passed until the leather creaked in protest. When Kian moved a little farther, cupping the bulge between his legs, Dorian let out a harsh breath.
“I’m curious to know what’s–” His breath caught in his throat when Kian gave him a loving squeeze. “What’s brought this mood on?” he croaked.
“What mood?” Kian asked, feigning ignorance. He didn’t want to explain things to Dorian. He might accidentally admit he was jealous.
To distract the vampire from asking too many questions, he slowly unzipped Dorian’s pants, slipping his hand inside to wrap around Dorian’s gorgeous cock.
“K-Kian,” Dorian stuttered, his expression a cross between want and apprehension. Even after a week of really good sex, he still wasn’t ready to risk dirtying his car.
“Don’t worry. Nothing will get ruined as long as you don’t come.”
That got him a horrified look, but the light turned green and traffic moved, drawing Dorian’s attention back out the front window. It was making Kian feel a little better, torturing the vampire like this. He stroked his cock inside his slacks, bringing him to full hardness while Dorian gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the road ahead of him. He thumbed the head, spreading the precum, and grinned when Dorian groaned and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
It was a little dangerous to play with him like this, but Dorian said the car could drive autopilot. If Dorian was truly distracted, he’d turn that feature on. Since he wasn’t willing to give in just yet, Kian didn’t feel bad about keeping up the torture.
Dorian was panting, and there was sweat beading at his temples by the time they pulled up in front of Kian’s apartment. His cock leaked heavily with precum, leaving a hell of a wet spot on his briefs, but not a drop got on to his precious car, so Kian felt like he was in the clear.
“Just park anywhere. There’s no assigned parking,” he said, an easy grin on his face. Dorian did as he asked, putting the car into park in a spot near the door. When Kian didn’t immediately move, Dorian shot him an incredulous look, no doubt because Kian’s hand was still in his pants, gently stroking his cock.
Kian raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Are we going to go in?” he practically pleaded, his hips lifting in an aborted thrust as he grew antsy for his release.
“That depends on you, I guess,” Kian teased. “Do you really want to have to walk all the way inside and to my apartment, where I could be stopped by any one of my neighbors asking for something?”
Dorian’s eyes shifted to the apartment, and dread seemed to flicker over his face.
“Or… We could always stay here. A simple spell would prevent anyone from seeing inside.”
It took work not to burst out laughing at the expression on Dorian’s face. Still torn. A few more days of this kind of teasing, and he might very well get the vampire to agree to anything Kian wanted.
With a smirk, Kian pulled his hand free, opening his door to let the cool air breeze through. “Come on, handsome. I’m feeling the urge to get a little rough with you tonight.”
Dorian’s eyes fluttered, his breath stuttering a little. Ooh, someone liked that idea. Good. Kian wasn’t done punishing him yet.
Dorian crowded behind him while Kian unlocked the main door to the apartment complex, practically plastered against his back. He stayed on Kian’s heels on the walk down the long hallway and hovered as he unlocked his door and dropped the wards long enough for Dorian to join him. Kian barely had time to lock the door behind them before Dorian was on him, running his tongue over Kian’s neck and pulling his hips back to grind his erection against Kian’s ass.
“You know, if you’re hoping to dissuade me from riling you up again, you’re not really giving me much incentive,” Kian purred over his shoulder.
“I find I don’t mind it so much when it’s you,” Dorian murmured against his neck, nipping the skin gently. Kian shivered from the action, ignoring the flutter in his stomach at Dorian’s words.
Determined to pretend a little while longer that he was unaffected by the vampire, he turned around in Dorian’s arms and put a hand on his chest, leading him backward through the door on the right that led to Kian’s bedroom. At this point, Dorian knew the way and instead focused on getting his hands on Kian rather than watching where he was going.
The backs of Dorian’s thighs hit the mattress, and he folded automatically, pulling Kian with him into his lap. Kian allowed it, keeping most of his weight on his knees so he could control how much friction Dorian got. Sliding his fingers through silky black hair, he tugged experimentally, reveling in the way Dorian’s breath stuttered, and his eyes slipped closed.
Was there anything about the vampire that wasn’t perfect?
The train of thought bothered him, and he reacted to his frustration by nipping Dorian’s chin. He really needed to get a move on. He needed out of his head for a little while.
Pushing Dorian flat on the mattress, he settled more firmly on the man’s lap and ground his hips, drawing out a groan from the panting vampire beneath him.
