Page 72 of Love Lives
"Magic." Aldrich grabbed the condom and unwrapped it. "That's not the only trick I have up my sleeve, though."
Remy stared at the condom, then at Aldrich. "I've never--"
"Don't worry." With that, Aldrich rolled the condom over Remy's dick. Comprehension dawned on Remy's face. Aldrich smiled at him. "Promised you a good time, didn't I?"
"Are you sure you--"
Before Remy could even end that sentence, Aldrich crawled over him and shut him up with a kiss. Remy's mouth didn't taste like his blood, but it was addictive in its own way. Aldrich wouldn't have minded exploring it for a little bit longer--if there hadn't been more pressing issues. More pressing needs. "Lay back and enjoy," he whispered into Remy's ear before moving back again.
He'd told Collin that his dick was magic, but he didn't think he could impress Remy with his dick. Not yet. Not tonight. One day, maybe he would. Honestly speaking, though? He didn't care if he topped or bottomed with other men. There were many ways to have a good time.
At least being a vampire allowed him to do this without lube or other lengthy preparation. He wasn't going to tear, and as he lowered himself onto Remy, the pain of penetration was nothing more than a small twinge.
And the expression on Remy's face made it all more than worth it.
Remy had obviously never experienced anything like this. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth bit his lower lip. What? Was he trying not to moan? Was he worried about waking up his siblings?
Aldrich grinned to himself, wondering exactly how long it would take him to get Remy to a place where he wouldn't care about such things anymore. He took a deep breath, centering himself in the moment. Remy wasn't overly large, but he wasn't exactly small either. A good size, really. Aldrich squeezed around him, trying to feel more of that. The action got him a little gasp from Remy too.
"You like that," Aldrich observed with a smile. "Congrats, that officially makes you gay."
"Could still be bi or pan or...." Whatever else Remy had wanted to say, he lost his train of thought when Aldrich clenched down on him again. "Not fair," he bit out.
"Oh, you want me to stop?"
Remy shook his head.
Aldrich gave a little laugh. "Yeah, didn't think so." He slid his hands up Remy's chest, tracing the faint lines of the scars where the fire had burned him. As much as he loved looking at Remy, he didn't like the sight of these scars. They were too sharp a reminder of how fragile the man beneath him really was, compared to a vampire.
Yeah, no way was Aldrich gonna to leave him.
"You gonna move?" Remy asked.
"Sure. Once I feel like it." Now that he had the mortal exactly where he'd wanted him, he was going to enjoy the moment. And the way the tables had turned. "Maybe I should bite you again first. How would you like that?"
The way Remy's breath hitched told him exactly how the mortal felt about that idea, even before he said anything. "You said you wouldn't."
Aldrich exhaled, feeling full of regret. "Wish I could, though." He rubbed his fingers over Remy's pink nipples, studying them. "I can still do the other thing I promised you, though."
"What thing?" Even as he spoke, Remy raised his hips a little, as if he was trying--and failing--to thrust up into Aldrich, which only made Aldrich's smile widen.
"I can still make you forget about the future." That said, Aldrich leaned back, splayed his hands on Remy's belly, and started moving.
It didn't take long at all for him to get the reaction out of Remy that he had wanted. Within minutes, the mortal was panting, his hips rising and sinking in tune with Aldrich's motions, trying desperately to get the most out of every thrust. Aldrich wasn't moving fast enough for him. The vampire knew it. He could have taken pity on the mortal, but not quite yet. Not until...
There it was. A deep, throaty moan that seemed to have been ripped straight from Remy's core. This was exactly what Aldrich had wanted. For Remy to lose control of his vocal cords. For Remy to lose control, period.
Because if the sex was really fucking good then Remy wouldn't regret it, and if he didn't regret it, he might want to do it again some time, and--
Holy shit, why was he already freaking out about next time?
He'd told Remy he'd teach him to live in the moment. He needed to follow his own damn example here.
Determined to stop worrying about anything other than what was happening right this second, here in this bed with Remy, Aldrich upped the pace, as well as the force of his movements. Remy made a strangled kind of noise, his hips bucking and his hands digging into Aldrich's thighs hard enough to leave marks. Aldrich didn't mind. It was a small price to pay for the privilege of getting to ride him, getting to draw these kinds of sounds out of him. Every one of which went straight to his dick.
He wrapped a hand around himself, pumping in time with his thrusts. He wasn't going to come before the mortal, but he didn't think that was going to take much longer anyway.
Remy said something, or he tried to anyway, but Aldrich honestly couldn't discern the words. He thought he heard his name, though, which made him grin again. The next moment, Remy groaned. He threw his head back, his hips shaking with the force of his orgasm.
