Page 102 of Taste of Blood
Feeding on me.
My veins surge with lust as I tangle my fingers in his hair to pull him closer.
“Feels so good.”
He pushes my legs apart and lowers his mouth to my groin, his teeth digging into my flesh. I can feel the pull as he sucks my blood, causing my cock to stiffen. It’s so hard it’s almost painfulnow. He looks up at me and licks my blood off his lips, then bends down to lap the precum leaking from my head.
A shudder of pleasure racks my body as my back arches, my cock straining for him.
“Please, Cord.”
His tongue flattens against the underside of my cock, licking the length from bottom to top before his lips close around the crown. His eyes raise to mine.
“Don’t you have to go to work?”
I burrow my head deeper into the pillow behind it.
Someone shakes me. “Asher?”
“Hmm?”
“I said, don’t you have to go to work?”
I open my eyes. Cord is standing over me, fully dressed.
What happened?
I squeeze my eyes shut against the sunlight streaming in the window.
Figures.
It was all a dream.
Best dream I’ve had in a long time.
“How long have you been up?” I ask, pulling the covers over me to hide my throbbing cock.
“Not long. Whatever you were dreaming about must’ve been good. You were moaning.”
Moaning? More than anything I want to close my eyes and summon it back. “I don’t remember,” I say instead.
“Well I gotta get going.”
He turns to leave the room, and I call after him. “Cord, wait.”
“Yeah?”
What do I want to say? Please don’t go? Please come back to bed? I should’ve known it was too good to be true.
“I’ll let you know about the guest list.”
“Okay, sure. Just text me.”
And then he’s gone.
“Fuck.”
I would have thought, after what transpired last night, he would have at least stayed for coffee, if not to talk. He did say he needed time, but that doesn’t mean he has to run off as soon as the sun hits the sky.
