Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (66 page)

“I... can’t believe this,” Dylan gasped between nibbles, “what are you doing to me? I’ve never felt like this before.” He trailed off, lost in the ecstasy of Burke’s playful nips.

“Oh, it’s just... something that we can do...” Burke replied, barely above a whisper. He loosened his grip on Dylan’s hair and lightly traced the trail of goose bumps with his fingertips. As soon as his hand got to the waist of Dylan’s jeans, he slipped a hand in the back and kneaded the warm flesh underneath. “Mmm, I love how that hot, soft skin feels. The smell of life and sweat always gets me going.”

Before he could voice his confusion at how the vampire knew his name, Dylan gasped at the touch, and whimpered a pleasured “yes” as he nodded.

“Good, very good.” Burke traced the line of Dylan’s buttocks with his finger before he tickled it up his lover’s chest and slipped the tip into his mouth.

“Mmmm... like that. Get it good and wet for me.” Burke said, the words dripping from his tongue in a sultry whisper. The vampire quickly changed his mind when he saw Dylan’s reaction. “You want to be a toy, don’t you? You just want to be a doll for me to fuck and play with?”

Dylan nodded again, getting even more excited about the prospect of being this sexy vampire’s fuck for the night.

Sucking the tip of Burke’s finger into his mouth, Dylan wrestled the fingers of his other hand down the front of the vampire’s pants and fumbled at the button until he unhitched it. The smell of sweat, patchouli and pot being smoked in the front of the bus mixed in Dylan’s nose and aroused a desperate, almost feral lust in him. He wanted to taste this vampire, to feel him, to fuck him.

As he rubbed Burke’s clean-shaven pubis, Dylan stiffened more, his cock aching against the seam of his tight jeans that were stretched as far as they could be. When he felt the smooth skin of Burke’s shaft with his fingertips, Dylan couldn’t handle it anymore. He wrenched the guitarist’s pants down with a fierce yank and wrapped both his hands around the pale, thickening dick that sprung up to meet him. Without hesitation, he jerked it from base to tip with one hand while he gripped tight and rotated the other one around. He looked up at Burke and was pleased to see that the vampire had closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall with a curled smile that allowed the tips of his pointed canines to barely show.

Burke put a hand on the top of Dylan’s head, tangling his fingers in the mop of hair and urging him downward. When warm breath hit the head of his prick, Burke instantly hardened to steel and pulled Dylan to him more urgently. He needed to feel the wet inside of his toy’s mouth, just as badly as the hopelessly horny toy wanted to fill his mouth with vampire cock. As Dylan’s lips opened ever so slightly, Burke shoved his head between them. The warm, wet glove around his dickhead raised a passion in Burke that he had not felt in a very, very long time. He braced Dylan with his hands and pushed in as far as he could. Wrapped in the delectable sensation of Dylan’s mouth, Burke hissed out a long, satisfied sound between his teeth.

Dylan looked up and saw the rapture on the vampire’s face. He decided that was as good a time as any to try something he’d never done before. Just like he’d seen in movies, he relaxed the muscles of his throat, concentrated on not gagging, and slid the hard, marble cock over the back of his tongue and deep into him. He grabbed Burke’s bare ass cheeks and held fast for an anchor. The feeling of the cock sliding over the muscles of his throat was excruciating – when Burke was all the way in him, the fullness and connection he felt with the vampire was brilliant and unbelievable; when he pulled out, the emptiness left him aching to be filled again. When he couldn’t take another second without choking for air, Dylan pulled him out and gripped him again in both hands, stroking up and down the wet shaft. A pearlescent drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip of Burke’s prick, and Dylan sucked the head back into his mouth to taste his lover.

He was in no way new to giving blowjobs, or to anything he anticipated doing with this beautiful creature. What was new though was pre-cum having the same effect on him as Extacy. As soon as the drop slid down his tongue, the whole world came alive. The smells that had earlier turned him on became so vivid and so powerful that he felt like he was part of them. Burke’s cock had just felt like wonderfully smooth skin before, but now Dylan could feel every tiny ridge, vein and pore. Sound was a different universe altogether. The cacophony at the front of the bus was replaced by nothing except the sounds of their breathing, his heartbeat, and Burke’s voice.

The vampire wrenched Dylan’s hair again and looked deep into his eyes. “So, I take it you like how that feels?” Burke said with another sly grin. “It’ll last until you cum. As long as your dick is hard, you’ll feel like a Technicolor orgasm. Don’t disappoint me and blow it early.”

Dylan nodded. Even the air around his face felt new, strange and tantalizing. He tried to take Burke’s cock into his mouth again, but the vampire stood him up and whirled him around. The lithe rocker pushed Dylan face-first into the soft sheets that covered the mattress in the room’s center and roughly shoved a thin finger into the ring of his ass. Dylan yelped in pain but as soon as the sound escaped his lips, the taste of vampire cum took effect and waves of hot, dripping pleasure rolled through him. Burke slowly, almost delicately, rotated his finger, and every time Dylan jumped or made a noise, he would linger for a moment.

In the middle of an extended moan from Dylan, Burke invaded him with a second finger. As he stretched over the two digits inside him, Dylan grunted an “Oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck,” and pushed back into Burke to try and work him deeper. The vampire smiled a little as Dylan writhed and gyrated in front of him. Dylan, he noted, was jerking himself off while he got finger-fucked.

Getting another handful of hair, Burke pressed the side of Dylan’s face hard into the mattress and wrestled the head of his cock inside Dylan’s hole in between his own fingers. He stroked in about half way and then pulled back, rotating his fingers the whole time. The second time, he pushed in a little deeper and on the third thrust, he buried himself in Dylan all the way to the smooth, hairless skin at his base. Dylan heaved forward when the dick and two fingers slammed home, but what he loved the most was the meaty sound of flesh slapping flesh. That, the two fingers rotating inside him, and the how wonderfully, painfully full of Burke’s cock he was nearly sent him over the edge.

Dylan gritted his teeth, strained as hard as he could, and managed to quell his explosion for the time being. Burke felt the struggle underneath him and decided to see just how far he could push it before his toy couldn’t take it anymore. He withdrew and yanked Dylan’s hair again to keep him in place. Burke pushed three fingers into Dylan and then crammed his cock in for good measure. Burke was surprised a little to hear Dylan groan out his pleasure in a loud, rumbling breath. He was also surprised that his toy had never stopped yanking on his own cock while all this was happening. “Mmmm, mmm, yes, fuck me, fuck me...” was all Dylan said when he turned his head to the side for a breath.

As Dylan grunted and moaned, Burke rammed into him violently in long, full strokes. He’d pull slowly out almost the full length of his cock before slamming in again. With every thrust, flesh slapped and balls smacked sending shudders through Dylan’s prone, helpless body. Burke grinned again when he felt clenching from Dylan’s ring and thought it was soon to be over. Dylan surprised him again though. This time, he squeezed a vice-gripped hand around the base of his cock and staunched his cum that way. Burke decided it was time to finish this. No more games.

He flipped Dylan over on his back as effortlessly as if he were a stuffed toy. The fact that he could not seem to make his fuck toy cum is what had turned Burke on so much in the first place, he realized. Usually a couple of touches and a pinch was all it took. This guy, though, was incredible.

“Cum for me,” Burke commanded, “I want to drink all that hot, sticky cum you have in there. I want to suck you dry.” His voice penetrated deep into Dylan’s mind, vibrated in his belly and his ass. It was almost a game now to Dylan. He was determined to last.

Burke viciously penetrated deep into Dylan, whose legs were wrapped around his waist, urging him in. The vampire was amazed at the size of Dylan’s cock, which he hadn’t seen to this point, at least not in its full glory. Pre-cum glistened at the tip and had run down the sides in small torrents. At least six or seven of them marked the thick shaft. That was when Burke realized that he was, himself, about to cum. The sight of Dylan’s heavy, huge dick bouncing obscenely as he tugged himself was just too much. Burke looked down and saw the skin of Dylan’s sack stick to him when he pulled back, and then watched his lover’s meaty cock sprout another drop of cum. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

“I... unnggg, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Burke cried out as his balls contracted and he started to gush. When he felt the viscous liquid fill him up, Dylan pushed off with all his strength and spun around to take the spurting tool into his mouth. He milked Burke’s full length as hard as he could, and sucked the head, draining every last drop.

What the taste he’d had earlier did in small measure was nothing compared to how he felt after sucking down the vampire’s whole load. He felt infused with orgasmic, electric energy. Also, he was about three seconds from his own cum.

While Burke breathed hard and deep, trying to recover from what just happened, Dylan moved around behind him and coaxed one of his legs up onto the foot of the mattress. Holding his twitching, jumping cock as still as he could, he pushed the head into Burke’s contracting, convulsing hole. The vampire gasped, moaned out loud, and came again, sending a torrent of white across the sheets before he collapsed, catching himself on his hands.

Dylan took the beast by the hips and rammed all nine inches into Burke’s asshole. As soon as he was buried, he felt tension rise at the base of his prick and begin to surge all over his body. Blinding white waves of pleasure crashed into him and he clutched Burke hard onto him while he rocked his hips back and forth. The orgasm was so powerful that he could feel it through his entire being. As jets of white hot cum shot out of him, he lost his breath, became lightheaded and the entire world seemed to melt around him. For a few seconds, the only thing that existed for Dylan was his erupting ejaculation and the iron-gripped clenching of Burke’s ring on his cock.

When it was over, he began to soften and he pulled out as a stream of cum dribbled down between his vampire lover’s legs and onto the floor at his feet.

Burke and Dylan exchanged a long glance, and it seemed like Dylan’s reality came back to him as they watched one another.

In the space of ten breaths, the smell of sweat, pot and incense came back to Dylan’s nose and he looked around, trying to make sense of what just happened. He saw cum, more cum than he’d ever seen come out of two men. It was pooled on the floor, splashed across the bed sheets, and a small river had run down Burke’s leg.

Whatever had happened, he thought, this wouldn’t be the last time he and Burke crossed paths.

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“A
h Jesus, half-past one already? I gotta get out of here. Eight o’clock is gonna come really early at this rate,” David said, hoping it was loud enough for his friend to hear.

He had been partying hard for at least six hours, seemed like, and he was about ready to crash. Giant club parties were one of his favorite pastimes, but he had to admit that even he, twenty-seven year old party king, was starting to think about retirement. His dance moves had begun to get a little creaky, and his naturally tight, muscular body was starting to show the very first signs of aging. Worst of all though, were the hangovers. David’s the kind of guy that everyone loved to party with - he’d drink heavily, stay up longer and later than everyone else, and be ready to go the next night.

These days though, all that abuse was starting to catch up. His main concern right now was getting out of here before closing time, to avoid drunk traffic. He had work in the morning.

“You leavin’?” Nick, his party-warrior buddy, shouted over the
wub-wub
of the club’s music.

“Yeah, I gotta get to work early, needa get going.”

“Well okay, hey listen, before you go; little bit ago, a pretty hot guy was sitting at the bar, kinda looking your direction. Got longish dark hair, nice tight little body. Might want to see what’s up,” Nick said, “can’t hurt, you know?”

“Ah... I donno, maybe. Anyway, see you later.” Truth be told, David was lonely and could use a new boyfriend, or at least a good fuck. He’d been single for six or seven months now, which was strange for him. He scanned the bar. A couple of extra drinks wasn’t worth being exhausted over, but a good lay certainly was.

“Nothin’ doin,” he said, realizing that no one at the bar matched the description his friend gave. “Huh... maybe he took off, who knows.” He was a little disappointed, but he was also a trooper. He wasn’t the sort to worry about a missed rendezvous. “Fuck it, I’ll catch a break sometime soon.” David waved to his buddy and nodded to the bouncer on his way out the front door.

Luckily, this club was right next to where he worked, so he had left his car at the building’s garage. It was about a block and a half away, but the night was brisk, and after being in that stuffy, smoke-filled club for the last six hours, he needed to get some fresh air. “I’ll take the scenic route tonight,” he remarked, shuffling through his pockets for his keys, and beginning the trek. He loved these slow, plodding walks. They always cleared his head. This time though, it was a little bit different.

His thoughts immediately went to the stranger at the bar. Nick had said he was a long-haired guy, and had been staring. David didn’t have any clear memories of him, but as he dwelled on it, some flashes came back to him. He wasn’t exactly sure he’d seen the guy, but damn if he didn’t
feel
like he remembered him. “Weirdest fucking thing,” he said out loud, “kinda makes me wonder if I’m going a little whacko.” He laughed at himself as he rounded a corner. Ahead of him, the street, flanked on either side by stoops and overhangs, narrowed almost to the size of an alley.