Page 6 of Grave Throbbing
The voice from the coffin was barely a whisper. Harley wouldn't have heard it without the aid of his vampire-enhanced hearing. For a moment, he thought he'd imagined it, but Greed smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. She tilted her head and widened her eyes, daring him to hop onto the coffin.
"All right, all right."
"We also have a bet on how long you can last. I don't think you'll make it five minutes. Key said fifteen. What's your bet?"
Harley frowned. "You're making me bet on my own body?"
"Who knows? Maybe he sucks, and not in the good way?" Greed's smirk widened.
"I'll split the difference. Ten." It was the strangest wager he'd ever bet in his life, not that he placed many bets. As Empress Marcella's liaison, he avoided the seedier vampire establishments, especially the ones with underground cage matches pitting vampires against armed humans. It made it easier to enforce the empress's laws when he wasn't breaking them himself.
Greed nodded. "I'll time from outside. Now get up there and tell me when you feel his mouth on you."
Harley glanced down at his pants.
"I recommend taking those off, for now. That way, they won't get all stretched out."
He frowned.
"What? It's a big coffin. You're going to want to spread your legs a little to hold on. I've watched plenty of folks use this thing."
"With Key?" Harley asked.
She rolled her eyes again. "Are you the jealous type?"
He had no reason to be jealous. He didn't know why she and the mysterious Key were so fixated on this strange attraction.
An inhuman growl rose from the coffin.
"Fine, fine," she said. "This is my job. A vampire named Santa is my usual male counterpart, not Key." Greed gave him an apologetic shrug. "Santa has the night off, and Key's supposed to be upstairs running a chainsaw for the haunted house. He took his lunch break early for you, and you're wasting our time! Get up there."
Harley wished he'd bought the boots with the fake lacing and side zippers. Instead, he unlaced them one rung at a time before tossing them in the corner Greed indicated for his clothes. When it came time for him to remove his pants, she slipped out the door. He could still hear the clink of her bangles as she crossed and uncrossed her arms on the other side.
He was grateful for the bit of modesty, though it still seemed like she was in the room with them. All that separated him from the human and supernatural public was a flimsy lock on a particleboard door.
He was as puritan as his time despite the very skimpy outfit his neighbor had picked to display the henna tattoos she'd given him. He already felt naked, so he balked at shedding all his clothes. He kept the crop top but shucked off his skimpy thong underwear with the pants all in one go. In haste, he left the socks on his feet. The vampire in the coffin wouldn't be able to see his mid-calf tube socks, anyway.
Using his vampire speed, he leaped onto the coffin and received an eyeful for his efforts. The naked vampire in the coffin had fed. His thick cock was on display in the spotlight shining through the large hole in the lid. The vampire's skin was as white as Greed's, and it was a nice cock, but that was all Harley could tell about him.
Harley wished he'd seen Ciarán's cock for comparison. Instead, they'd danced, then talked, and ended the night with a brilliant kiss that lit Harley's world like sunlight. Then, Ciarán had bitten Harley's bottom lip and left him stranded and alone.
Harley was stalling. He liked to take his beaus on at least three dates before anything remotely close to this level of intimacy. Instead, he was about to "stick his dick" into a hole in a coffin, and the unseen face attached to this gorgeous cock was going to … what, exactly?
"Can you feel his mouth yet?" Greed's voice was barely a whisper, but it sounded like a squall bell through the door.
"Not quite." Harley didn't need to breathe, but the motion of taking a deep breath through his nose and exhaling through his mouth helped to calm his nerves. As he exhaled, he draped himself over the coffin, positioning his cock and balls so they rested in the middle of the open space. It felt so strange on his upper thighs and on his belly where he scraped against hard wood edges. This was the strangest thing he'd ever done in his life, and he'd been to vampire orgies and a few BDSM clubs.
Those places rarely turned him on. Here and now, his cock wanted a piece of the action, even though his head was convinced this was a bad idea. His cock stubbornly insisted the vampire inside the coffin was Ciarán. If Harley concentrated, he could smell sweet cloves and mint in the surrounding air. Ciarán had tasted of them when they'd kissed.
Key's hands were rough as they gripped Harley. Hard callouses along the top of his palm felt so good as they dragged over Harley's sensitive skin. Blunted fingernails trailed through the nest of hair above his cock, then circled his balls. Key teased and stretched Harley, taking in the full length and breadth of him. Another low rumble escaped the coffin.
"You have twenty minutes," Greed whispered. "Get a move on. I'm starting the timer."
It was Harley's turn to growl when Key's wet tongue circled his cockhead and slipped inside his foreskin sheath to tease him. It felt divine. Harley couldn't keep his mind from connecting his desires with the physical act. He imagined Ciarán crouched at the bottom of the coffin so he could reach Harley's cock. Ciarán making those needy slurping noises. Ciarán taking him to the back of his throat and swallowing around him. Ciarán of the hazel eyes and the curly brown hair, looking up at him and begging him not to come yet.
Right. The bet.
"Time check?" Harley croaked as Key swallowed around his cock again before slipping a finger into his mouth with Harley.
