Soul Mates 04: Secrets(41)

Lucien groaned. "Perhaps."



I bit down on his right nipple, tugging at the ring with my teeth. His hands rested on the back of my head, and I knew it was taking a great deal of effort for him not to push me down where he wanted me. I let my tongue travel the same path down his belly as my fingers had, and slowly went to my knees.



"Oh&"



I kissed the head of his prick as if I were kissing his mouth; slow, gentle licks at first, then taking him deep, getting him wet&teasing him, making him shake. After a few minutes, he pushed me back and sat on the edge of the couch. He spread his legs in invitation and leaned back.



"Do you bite?"



"Always," I whispered, spreading his legs apart even farther.



I found that sweet spot where leg and groin met. Fuck, he was so beautiful all spread out and ready like this. I licked the spot, and then sank my fangs into him. He jerked and let out a long, loud moan, holding my head as I fed from him.



"Oh, yes," he cried, over and over. "Oh, yes."



I licked the wound closed and licked every bit of flesh between his legs as I moved to the other side and repeated the gesture. He gasped and threw his head back, hips thrusting up as if I was sucking him off instead of feeding.



When I pulled off, I went straight for his balls, licking every bit of soft skin, then sucking them into my mouth. He jerked when my fangs grazed him, but I knew it wasn't a response of pain.



"Come up here," he said as he tried to pull me into his lap. I went willingly, groaning at the thick, length of him pushing against my bare ass. "Let me fuck you?"



I nodded and reached over to open the drawer on the side table. I found the lube and sat back up, unscrewing the cap. Instead of pouring the gel onto my fingers and getting myself ready, I poured it into my hand and warmed it, slicking up his cock.



Once he was coated well, I tossed the lube aside and lined his cock up at my hole, slowly sinking down onto him. The burn of him stretching me was incredible, but I didn't care. I wanted this, wanted to feel him inside me, wanted to feel him claiming me, just like the very first time.



"Oh, Lucien." I was done pretending that we were some kind of strangers. I moved, slowly, taking my time, enjoying the desire and the pleasure as it filled the air. "I need you."



"You have me, lover," he whispered, bringing me in for a kiss. "Always have me, lover."



The slight shift in position sent him deeper and hit that very spot that did me in every fucking time. I came, spilling myself between us. But Lucien was smart enough not to stop, not to ask me if I was done or move me aside. He just kept going, kept hitting that same exact spot.



"Lucien!"



"That's it, baby," he urged me on, "Come for me again. Let me feel it."



"I can't."



"Relax, lover." Those words were like a drug, inching that pleasure up even further. "I can feel you, so tight, so good. If you won't come for me, come with me."



And just like that, I was hovering on the edge of that cliff, clinging to him, letting him push me over with his words, his movements, and his touch. I came again in a rush, just as he did, and we both grunted and gasped our way through it, touching, kissing, and holding each other as if our lives depended on it.



I was totally and completely spent, my body feeling heavy, my mind numb. "I love you so much."



"Love you too, Peter."



He shifted and it felt more like a thrust. I gasped and he laughed at my reaction, but even his laugh was too much. I smacked him hard.



"Would you stop it? If I come again, I'm sure I'll pass out."



"I'll be here to catch you."





Chapter Nine



We ended up on the floor, stretched out in a mess of pillows. The couch had been okay, but it wasn't big enough for the both of us. My body still ached in all the right places. He'd gotten me off again, and sure as shit, I'd passed out. He had the good sense not to tease me when I came around again.



"I want to ask you something, but I don't want to ruin this by doing so."



"Just ask me, Lucien."



"Has he& Have you let him&?"



"What? You want to know if I've let him fuck me?"



"I was trying not to be so crass."



"Since when are you worried about offending my delicate sensibilities?" I stretched out beside him. "If you'll think really hard, you might remember that I don't have any."



Lucien looked over at me, surprised. "You haven't, have you?"



I shook my head. "Nope."



"Why?"



"You saying I should have?"