Dude has a six-pack. And good lordy, I have the irresistible urge to get on my hands and knees and lick down the trail of hair to his prominent V. Then, I’ll grab his cock and whisper, “Come to mommy,” before sucking him dry.
Focus, you thirsty bitch, I chastise myself, wrenching my gaze away from his mouth-watering body.
“I’ll even let you ride me,” Mason continues, untying his shorts and shrugging them down. Once they’re around his ankles, he sticks his thumbs into his boxer briefs, pushing them down just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his pubic hairs. I’d half expected them to be dozens of tiny snakes, but instead, they’re dark and curly. “Why the fuck are you still dressed? Get naked, dammit.”
“Um…Mase?” I lift one brow at him, my gaze still fixed on the outline of his erection. “I meant I need to drink from you. And no, not drink your cum. I meant your blood.”
The expression on his face? Priceless.
He glances down at his scantily-clad body and then back up to me.
“Well…” He crosses his arms over his chest, as if attempting to cover his nipples. “This is awkward.”
“Get over here and let me drink,” I say, moving to perch on the edge of my bed. “Maybe I’ll give Little Mason a present afterwards as a reward.”
He practically sprints over to me—well, waddling would be a more accurate description given his shorts are still around his ankles.
“I can get dressed if you want me to,” he says, completely unashamed with his semi-naked body. Not that the man has anything to be ashamed over—he looks like a god personified. With heated eyes, he sits beside me on the bed.
“Nah.” Grinning wickedly, I place my nails in the center of his stomach, just above his belly button, and slowly drag them upwards. They graze his peaked nipple, and he shudders delicately, his cocksure smile fading to be replaced by lust.
“I’ve never done this before,” he breathes as my fingers trail lightly over his neck. “How do we…?”
Without answering, I throw my leg over his thighs until I’m straddling him. His hands instinctively settle on my ass, holding me in place.
“Be a good boy for me, and stay still,” I purr, licking his pulsing neck. I hear him audibly gulp seconds before my fangs descend.
It’s a fucking explosion. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids like errant fireworks. Lust ricochets through my body. It feels as if someone has pumped gasoline into my veins and then dropped a flame.
Mason’s hips begin to buck against me as I continue to feed, his blood warming my body and amping up my own desire.
With a burst of speed, I push Mason on the bed and hover over top of him. With one hand, I grip his jaw, tilting his head to the side, and the other travels down his washboard abs and to his underwear, fingering the hem.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, as I stick one finger inside and caress his shaft. Pulling my fangs away from his neck, I grin at him, using my tongue to collect the remaining droplets of blood from my lips. His eyes follow the movement before fluttering closed, a pained groan escaping him.
“Does Little Mason need some attention too?” I tease, kissing down his chest. I run my tongue over one nipple and then the other as his chest rumbles with laughter.
“Fuck yes. He misses you.”
“He’s never met me before,” I counter, finally reaching that happy trail I noticed earlier. I alternate between long, taunting licks and tantalizingly soft kisses.
“We think about you a lot,” he protests, the noise nothing more than a breath of air. “Especially when he’s getting rubbed by Mr. Hand.”
“You’re such a weirdo.” Using my fangs, I bite through his boxer briefs and toss them aside, baring his long, hard shaft.
“Oh, fuck. That was hot,” he moans, his dick twitching. Ignoring Little Mason, I begin planting teasing kisses on his thighs—first one and then the other. “Don’t be mean to me like that, Vi,” he pleads.
“Mean?” I gasp in mock horror. “I’d never!”
Before he can protest, I sink my teeth into his thigh.
“Fuck!” he bellows as I consume his blood. When I pull away seconds later, his thigh is still dripping that enticing red liquid. Instead of using my venom to heal it, I rub my hand through the rapidly growing puddle and then wrap it around his dick, using the blood as lube. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He drops his head back to the bed, eyes closing, as I lick the tip of his throbbing cock.
The taste of his pre-cum combined with his blood nearly sends me spiraling over the edge. I can tell it does the same to him. He’s gripping the blankets in an effort not to come too soon.
“Let’s play a game,” I taunt, running my tongue down the side of his thick shaft. When I reach his balls, I take one into my mouth and suck gently before releasing it to speak. “I bet I can make you come in less than thirty seconds.”
“Oh, please,” he huffs, his breathing uneven. “What do I get when I win?”
I smirk, leaning forward until I’m staring into his hooded eyes glazed with lust. “I’ll let you eat me out.”
“And if you win?” he breathes, gaze flickering from my bloody lips to my heaving chest and then back up to my eyes.
Smiling deviously, I position myself back over his dick. “You’ll see. Start the timer.”
His hand shaking, he reaches for my phone on the edge of my bed and switches it to the clock setting.
“On your mark. Get set. Go.” He pushes the start button just as I swallow his cock. I work on relaxing my jaw in order to swallow him further. I’m a pro, for fuck’s sake. And proud of it. Still, Mason’s long—longer than any other man I ever blew before—and I’m forced to wrap my right hand around the girth I can’t quite swallow. My other hand fondles and plucks at his balls.
I begin to hum low in my throat, my fangs grazing the skin of his dick. I know this combination will send him straight over the edge.
He curses, gripping my hair as he begins fucking my mouth in earnest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screams as his cock twitches once before exploding in my mouth. I swallow up every last drop like a champ before releasing him with a satisfied smirk.
He’s breathing heavy, sweat coating his bare chest and forehead. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head when he orgasmed, and I’m slightly concerned they’ll remain there.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” he pants before his face tightens. “Actually, don’t answer that, or else I’ll go on a murder spree.”
When he continues to lie on my bed, utterly sated, I amble to my feet and straighten my clothes.
“Wait, baby…” He grabs at my hand, attempting to tug me back to the bed. “You didn’t get off. Let me take care of you.”
“The great Mason wants to give me an orgasm?” I say in mock surprise. “I thought that was beneath you.”
At least, that’s the rumor that has been floating around the Academy. He uses girls for pleasure, but doesn’t care enough to get them off himself. Selfish prick, if you ask me.
His eyes narrow as he gives my hand another tug.
“Come here,” he demands.
“Nah…” I dance towards my duffle bag and throw in a change of clothes. After practice for the Roaring, I have to head straight to my first class of the day. “You’ll have your chance.” I smile down at the indolent male, ignoring the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach. “Besides, I won the bet.”