Page 37 of From the Shadows
“Oh, fuck,” Diego groaned. “No one ever… fuck.”
And still, it didn’t satisfy Diego. He pushed harder, driving his cock deeper into Shay’s throat. Yes, Shay gagged more than once, but no way did he want Diego to stop. He wanted this. To taste that bit of life essence. What would a vampire’s cum taste like? Shay was desperate to know. He pulled back and wrapped a hand around the shaft, milking it as he sucked hard on the head, sticking his tongue into the slit and under the foreskin. He’d never been with anyone who was intact before, and he was already a fan of the way Diego whimpered. He had read that uncircumcised dicks weren’t much different when they were hard, but they were more sensitive, and Diego was proving that fact. He no longer thrust into Shay’s mouth, instead hunching and using short strokes to keep himself buried, as if he was afraid to break contact.
“Swallow me,” he demanded, his voice deep and husky. Then he was coming. Hard.
Shay did as he was told, taking Diego’s seed down his throat and to his stomach where it would be part of him for all their lives. He liked that. And the taste? It was sweet, but spicy. Unlike anything Shay had eaten before, but now he wanted to find something similar. Okay, Shay didn’t have much experience, but he was willing to bet no one tasted like Diego.
Shay needed a few moments to catch his breath, but Diego smiled down at him.
“Remember when I warned you about a vampire’s staying power?”
Shay’s eyes widened and Diego lifted him up, then flipped him over and climbed on top, pressing him down onto the mattress.
“Now it’s time to start round two.”
Already he could seethe marks on Shay’s pale neck where he’d locked his fingers and pulled him down on his cock. Shay didn’t choke much, but what he did? Sublime! Still, as much as he’d been enamored with the darker skin of his former sex partners, Shay’s fair flesh was so much more delicious, as his marks stood out clearly, allowing Diego to see his handiwork. And now, here he was, spread out for Diego, like a buffet that he wasn’t sure where to start.
Before he became a vampire, Diego’s sex was limited to fast and furious. Not something where he could take his time to enjoy it. Here? Now? He wanted Shay more than he thought possible, and he wanted to take his time. To savor what Shay had offered him.
He leaned in and inhaled. Shay was freshly showered and smelled faintly of a citrus soap, which made Diego’s mouth water. Strange how it had initially been Shay’s blood that Diego craved, but now it was Shay himself. If this was being blood-tied, Diego had no problems with it at all.
He put a hand on each globe, dusted with a light coating of very fine blond hair, and spread them apart. Shay inhaled sharply, probably figuring what was about to happen. Far be it from Diego to disappoint him. He pressed his face into Shay’s crack, his senses going wild at the combination of zesty lemon and slight manly musk.
The moment Diego’s tongue slipped into the pucker, Shay let loose with something that was the cross between a squeal and a whimper. To have Shay coming apart made Diego feel ten feet tall. He continued to lave the area, pushing his tongue into the hole, feeling it loosen incrementally under his ministrations.
“Diego…. Oh, fuck, please don’t stop.”
He’d never think about it. He wanted Shay, wanted to see what made him come apart at the seams. Wanted… more than he ever expected he could. He’d long ago sworn off humans because of their short lifespan, but now? He ignored the voice in his head that told him it was wrong to get involved. He couldn’t understand how it had happened, but that no longer mattered. He wanted to keep Shay. To be with him. To touch him whenever he wanted. At least until death claimed him and left Diego alone once more.
That thought alone hurt more than any loss Diego had felt in the past. What was it about Shay? Beside how good his ass tasted. He wondered if he’d taste as good when he shot down Diego’s throat. He grabbed him and flipped him over in one fluid motion. There was Shay’s beautiful cock, all thin and hard. Before Shay could react, Diego engulfed it, taking him as deep as he could.
“Diego!”Shay cried, gripping his head.
With Shay thrusting deeper, it was probably a good thing Diego didn’t need to breathe. Still, each time Shay buried himself in Diego’s throat, he released more precome. Diego had never tasted anything so sublime as Shay. He knew, from that tiny bit of blood he’d ingested, that Shay was something special, but nothing like this had ever entered his mind. It was as if Shay’s tastes were each a nuclear explosion bursting in his mouth. Even the tiniest drop of precome was amazingly delicious and ruined most other tastes for Diego.
He was about to go down again, when Shay gripped his head and pulled him off. Diego stared at him, uncertain why he’d stopped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned he might be pushing too far.
“I want—need—you to fuck me. Please.”
Before Diego could reply, Shay pulled his legs up and gripped his thighs, exposing that gorgeous hole for Diego.
“Are you sure?” Diego asked, nervous that Shay might regret this later.
“What? Of course I am. I need you now, goddamn it. Get busy!”
The determination on Shay’s face sealed the deal. “We don’t have lube, and I won’t hurt you.”
“Bedside drawer,” Shay panted. “I use it to jack off.”
That was Shay. Always prepared for any eventuality. Shay stretched across and pulled the drawer open, barely keeping the contents from spilling. He grabbed the tube of lubricant and popped it open.
“Not much left,” he murmured.
“Yes, well. I jack off a lot.”
How fucking hot was that? “And what do you fantasize about when you do?” Diego asked, stroking a thin layer of slick over his aching shaft.
