Page 57 of The Vampire's Receptionist
“How hungry are you?” he asked suddenly. They’d always had sex after a feeding, but never during. That kind of pleasure would definitely get him out of his head.
Dorian’s eyes fluttered open, his pupils blown out. “I… should probably feed before I leave tonight.”
Kian shot him a smile, glad that he was admitting what he needed instead of waiting for Kian to demand it.
“That’s good. Because I want you to bite me while I’m inside you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Dorian’s groan made Kian grin. He was definitely into the idea. It wouldn’t be the first time Dorian partook in blood sex, but it would be the first time with Kian. With the way he reacted to Kian, he knew it would be a vastly different experience. Just the thought made him want to rip Kian’s clothes off.
No longer seeming in the mood to torture Dorian, Kian set to work stripping them both, wanting to get skin to skin as quickly as possible. Dorian was fully on board with this plan and helped Kian unbutton his shirt, lifting enough to slip it off and toss it away. The undershirt came next, then his slacks. Kian wasn’t at all focused on his own clothing, and that seemed like a tragedy in Dorian’s eyes. He lifted Kian’s shirt enough to get his hands underneath, running his palms along the soft skin. He slid them up his back, using the leverage to pull Kian’s shirt over his head. Not for the first time, he was grateful that Kian didn’t succumb to corporate attire. There weren’t tons of buttons to hamper him. Only a soft blue v-neck sweater and slacks.
Once the sweater was removed, Dorian gave in to the urge he’d had all day, running his fingers through Kian’s hair as he drew his lips down for a kiss. Kian seemed in too much of a hurry to linger, but Dorian didn’t mind. The fact that the gorgeous manseemed desperate for him made him feel wanted in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Rearing back, Kian slid off the bed long enough to remove pants and boxers, demanding Dorian do the same with a sharp look. He still wanted to know what set Kian off so much that he was acting like this. Was it something he said? He hadn’t remembered being particularly flirty that day.
“Lube,” Kian growled. He didn’t wait for Dorian to respond, lifting off of Dorian long enough to pull open the drawer. They were usually in too much of a hurry for him to watch, and he found himself glancing in that direction out of curiosity. A flush burned his cheeks as he took in the contents of the drawer.
“That’s a hell of a collection,” Dorian murmured, wide eyed. Even he didn’t have that many toys, and he thought his collection was above average.
Kian didn’t look the least bit ashamed, grinning like an imp as he pulled out an enormous dildo and wiggling it. “There are very few people I’d trust to fuck me. I have to make do with these.” His smile turned sly and he glanced down at Dorian’s naked body. “Should I use them on you? Make prep a little more interesting?”
For a long moment, he considered the offer. Not because he felt they already needed a hand to spice up prep, with the way they reacted to each other at this point they’d normally be at the thrusting and moaning point of the evening, but because Kian looked so delighted at the prospect. There was very little he wouldn’t do to get Kian to smile at him like that. “I… I wouldn’t be opposed,” he finally admitted. “Another time, maybe.”
His cheeks flushed as he added, “I have my own collection at home, though it’s nowhere near as extensive as yours.”
Kian chuckled, tossing the dildo back into the drawer and grabbing the lube. He climbed onto the bed, looming over Dorian with his hands planted on either side of his head.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I know I’m not. And it’s sexy thinking about you using toys on yourself. I hope you know I plan on using each of those on you at some point, though.”
Dorian’s stomach fluttered, and he glanced between Kian and the drawer. “I wouldn't say no to that…”
Kian’s grin was wicked, and he smacked a quick kiss on Dorian’s lips before grabbing Dorian’s thigh and lifting it out of his way so he could situate himself between Dorian’s legs.
“Not right now, though. I don’t need something else to get jealous over right now. This ass is mine.”
Before Dorian could ask about the jealousy comment, Kian dipped his head and ran the flat of his tongue along the length of Dorian’s cock while pushing his legs against his chest, exposing him. When his head and that wicked tongue slipped lower, Dorian gasped, grasping his knees and holding them tight to give Kian more freedom to do as he wished.
Some of Kian’s urgency returned, and his tongue was soon replaced with long fingers slick with lube. He made quick work of prepping Dorian, tapping his prostate with each pass of his fingers until Dorian was squirming, and his cock leaked a puddle onto his stomach.
“Kian, please!” he moaned.
With one last pass of his fingers over Dorian’s prostate, Kian pulled his fingers free, smirking at him.
“Is someone feeling needy?”
Needy didn’t even begin to cover it. Kian had been tormenting him since they left the office. But he didn’t have the words to say that at the moment. All the blood in his brain had rushed south the moment Kian had started touching him, and he couldn’t find two brain cells to rub together to form words. He could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Kian rolled a condom over his thick cock, coating it with lube. His stomach clenched and unclenched at the memory of the first time Kianhad been inside him. He’d never felt pleasure that intense before, and he craved more of it each time they came together.
With one hand propped by Dorian’s head, Kian guided his erection to Dorian’s hole. He didn’t push in straight away. Instead, he went back to tormenting, rubbing the head of his cock over his balls and down to his hole, until Dorian ached to be filled and nearly lost his mind. He bared his teeth automatically in warning, that out of control feeling pulsing under his skin, and nearly swallowed his tongue when Kian filled him in one smooth thrust.
He gave Dorian a few seconds to adjust before setting a punishing rhythm. Hard, fast thrusts punctuated by the slapping of skin on skin had Dorian arching and moaning as nerve endings lit up. How he managed to live thousands of years without experiencing sex this good was beyond him.
Like he could hear Dorian’s thoughts and wanted to truly blow his mind, Kian’s hand slid down Dorian’s leg, moving to prop it against his shoulder. It changed the angle, and when Kian dipped closer for a filthy kiss, he struck Dorian’s prostate with each thrust, nearly shoving him over the edge without warning. Dorian held back by the skin of his teeth, yanking Kian closer until his mouth could reach his neck.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this,” Dorian panted, giving him one final chance to back out. Kian was still new to blood sex. He could change his mind whenever he wished, and Dorian would respect that.
“Do it,” Kian growled, rolling his hips in such a delicious way that Dorian’s balls drew up. A few more thrusts and he’d be done for. He didn’t have any more time to waste.
