All I Want for Christmas (3 page)

“David, please, come in.” He bid me enter with a sweep of his arm. His dark eyes twinkled. Weird. I almost swore I saw them flash silver.

I entered and quickly shed my coat. If I was going to be sweating, no need for it to be over wearing too much clothing. Nicholai took it and hung it on an old-fashioned coat rack.
Cool.
You don’t see too many of those around.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked as he removed a glass from the counter and opened the fridge.

“Yes, please.” I didn’t care what he poured. I was parched. I may be drooling on the floor as I stared at his ass, but my throat was dry.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked smugly.

How did he know?
“How did you know I was…?”

He turned a devilish grin my way. “Because I would have been, if you had turned around.” His answer made complete sense.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I had done this all my life. Whenever a guy turned around, I looked at his ass right off. That is
not
something a straight guy would do. And as I talked to a guy here and there at school, I always found myself listing his good and bad qualities just to rationalize
why
I wasn’t gay. Every guy I ever did that with ended up having a horrible “bad” list, and I settled on
that
being the reason why I wasn’t gay.

But now, standing here with Nicholai, I was not sensing that “I’m not gay” feeling at all. I was fully aware of my dick pulsing in my pants, and I was not about to apologize for it. I wanted him. Maybe not with the same intensity as he said he wanted me over the phone this morning, but I definitely wanted him. If that made me gay, okay. Consciously, I was ready to accept it.

When I came out of the little daydream I was having over my sexuality, I noticed Nicholai staring. His eyes were like little flames, burning my skin and igniting that desire I had yet to let loose. He set the glass down and walked over to me with determination and heated intent. I had no time to flee. Nor did I wish to. In seconds he went from reading my mind to grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into a hungry kiss. This was not the soft teasing brush of lips I felt last night.
No
. This was full on passion and lust.

I felt one hand squeezing my ass and holding me tight up against him, and his other hand was on the back on my neck making sure I was not going to move away.
Like I would!
Nicholai’s tongue pushed into my mouth and I whimpered. I know I shouldn’t have, but it was not something I could have stopped if I even thought about it. Feeling his tongue demand my response was overwhelming. I
had
to whimper. I had to moan. This man was incredibly talented with that little organ. (Was it an organ? Somehow, the definition escaped me.) The way he slid it in and around my mouth made me want to beg him never to stop. I clutched at him, sliding my palms up his chest and onto his shoulders. The thin frame beneath his black, button-up Armani shirt was hard, muscular, and something I wanted to explore every inch of as soon as I had the chance.

As if he read my mind again, he broke the kiss. “Do you want to eat dinner first?” He asked as he nipped my neck. “Or do you want to start with dessert?”

“Dessert,” I moaned.

He snickered and bucked his hips into mine.
Oh, God, is he hard!
His erection pressed against mine and he growled.
I’ve never been so turned on.

He pulled back again, and I begged him with my eyes not to let go of me. “Shhh.” He quieted me with a finger to my lips. His fingers gently pulled my polo shirt out of my jeans and lifted it over my head. His teeth grazed my nipple as his hands worked on my belt.
Why did I wear a belt?
I held on, my hands rubbing his back and then threading through his soft brown hair. I was going to explode. This was way too intense.

Before I knew what was happening, Nicholai had pushed my pants down and was dropping to his knees. In once fluid motion, he had my cock engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth. I gasped and clutched his hair. His head bobbed up and down and he sucked me in. I never thought a tongue could feel so good. Sure, I had had this done to me before, but that was back in high school and my first year in college. Nicholai was not an inexperienced teenage girl; he was a man, and his experience seemed to be loads from where I stood, my knees melting and my heart about to stop beating any second.

It didn’t take long. He was first-class at what he did, and I was not used to holding anything in. I shot.
Lots
. And Nicholai swallowed it all down.
Damn, that was hot!

Breathless, I released my hold on his hair so he could stand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t last long.”

He grinned at me wide enough that I could actually see a few teeth this time. “Don’t think on it.” He waved off my embarrassment. “I will have you coming again soon enough. You were nervous, and I wanted you to relax. You feel better, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah.” Give me a man who said he didn’t feel better after a blowjob, and I will show you a liar.

“Good. Come. I want to make love to you properly.”

He led me to his bedroom where he removed his shirt slowly. I sat on the bed like a puppy waiting for my master to come over and pet me. For my master he was. I knew it. He had me wanting him from the moment his lips touched mine on the sidewalk in front of Cassidy’s. Every part of me craved him, and he knew it.

His body was as flawless as his face. Perfect skin stretched over tight muscles with only a touch of hair trailing below his navel. He was so beautiful.

Then there was me. Not so muscular, hairy as any descendant of Abraham could be, Brillo pad hair, with a big honkin’ nose, and…

Okay, maybe my nose wasn’t too bad for being a Jew, but still, I was hairy and I was not the prettiest guy in the world, and my curly hair was a mess if it grew too long, and—

Nicholai stopped me dead in my ruminations of self-loathing. “Stop it.” He threw his shirt into a chair. Undoing his belt, he sauntered over to me. “I can hear what you are thinking as if you were yelling it.” He shoved his dress pants down his yes-they-were-perfect thighs and stepped out of them to climb on top of me. He pushed me back onto the bed and pressed his skin against mine. “You are delicious just as you are.” He said, quite determined that I believe him for his words.

His hand slithered down my flesh and then back up. He kissed my neck and throat and continued kissing me as he moved down my body. I sighed. This was the most incredible feeling of my entire adult life. When he suckled my hip I had to giggle. I wiggled, and he still drew my skin into his mouth with enough pressure to leave a mark. I laughed harder and tried to squirm away, but his hands held me still.

“That tickles! You’re killin’ me!” I said.

His low chuckle told me he enjoyed driving me wild. “Roll over.” He nudged my hip with his hand. “Crawl further up the bed and lie on your stomach.” He removed his boxer briefs and revealed quite a nice sight.

The pit of my stomach flipped again, but I did as he asked.

Soothingly, Nicholai crawled up my body and nuzzled in my hair as he spoke. “Don’t be anxious, my love, I won’t hurt you.” I felt his erection sliding up and down my crack. I knew he wanted more, but for now he was enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. Then he kissed his way down my back. I felt his teeth graze my hip. I jumped. He kissed further down and nipped at my buttocks. The sensations were making me heart race and my dick leak.

He was making his way back up when I felt him nip my shoulder. Harder this time. Deeper. “Aaah,” I cried, this time out of pain. His hand moved around my hip and grasped my growing erection. This distracted me from the pain of his bite, but not enough to keep my thoughts from returning to it. “You bit me!” I could not help but point out the obvious. He bit me. In fact, he was still biting me. I felt his tongue swirling over my skin where his teeth remained imbedded. He suckled there at the same time his grinding hips became more urgent.

His hand released my shaft and glided over my ass to where his cock was waiting not-so-patiently. I felt fingers test my opening.
This
distracted me from his bite. No matter how nervous I felt when I was thinking about this very thing in the shower earlier today, I was so ramped up on doing it now that I found myself helping him out. I lifted my hips and spread my legs wider. I was so fuckin’ on edge, he could probably hear my heart pounding like a jackhammer inside my chest.

How he had lube in his hand I will never know, but I was not thinking all too clearly anyway. I felt him slick my puckering hole and slide one finger inside.

“Ahhh
….
”
Damn my whimpering self!
But the pressure and burning sensations did nothing to keep me from pushing back on his finger. I swear I heard him growl again. Then there were two fingers in my ass. Sliding, pumping, probing the inner recesses of my most private parts.
Then three… oh fuck!

He released my shoulder and groaned into my ear. “I need to be inside of you, David. I can’t wait. You taste so sweet. I need to push inside and feel you squeezing me.” As he spoke he positioned his cock. I felt the head rubbing against my anus. Throbbing. Demanding entrance.

“Do it,” was the only permission he seemed to need. As the words slipped from my lips, his long shaft filled me in one deep stroke. I cried out, “
Ahhhh
!”

As I panted, trying to relax and enjoy this act of love making that I was sure was intended to feel good and not excruciatingly painful, I felt him press his chest against my back. I felt his lips on my neck. I knew he wanted to move his hips, but instead, he held them still and tried to calm my nerves with gentleness. He nipped my skin again. “Shhh, my love, it only hurts for a moment.” His fingers found mine and wound around them. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

It didn’t take long to relax. I found his tenderness surprising and welcomed him into my body willingly. He took that as an unspoken sign to move, and move he did. In and out, slowly at first and then with deeper, more determined thrusts.

I pulled his arm around my chest as tightly as I could. Holding him to me. Feeling like my body was a part of his. “Oh, God!” I cried from sheer pleasure. His stroking was bringing me so close to orgasm that I dare not move myself against the bed. Then he tilted his hips and touched a part of me on the inside I had only heard about. Something inside, a bundle of nerves? A gland? Whatever the hell it was, exploded with waves of heat that rolled through my body and had me screaming his name. “Nicholai!”

Chapter Three

When
I regained consciousness—and I say this metaphorically because I didn’t actually pass out—I felt Nicholai’s body still wrapped around mine. He was humming. He was caressing my arm and humming! I never knew two men could feel like this together. It was beautiful. I melted on the inside and sighed.

I felt Nicholai’s tongue glide over my ear just before he murmured, “I see you enjoyed dessert. I do hope that dinner does not disappoint.”

“Ha, ha, ha.” I rolled onto my back and looked into his lovely face.  If it was possible, he looked even more stunning in the afterglow of sex. I tilted my chin up and kissed him. He smiled again and that was when I noticed his teeth. They were sharp. Wicked sharp!
Vampire
sharp!
What the hell? Was I having a nightmare?

I knew he saw the fear in my eyes because his voice lost its whimsy. “David, please don’t scream.”

That was possibly the best thing he could have said because I instantly got defensive. “Hey, just because I let you fuck me, that doesn’t make me a girl!”

He grinned. “No, you are definitely a man.” He moved his hand to my flaccid cock and fondled me.

“Stop,” I said as I shoved his hand away, “that tickles.”

Nicholai caressed my chest instead of my genitals and looked into my eyes. “You are not afraid?” he asked, probing my expression for some reason I might jump up at any second and flee his apartment.

“No,” I answered honestly. “I figure, if you were going to eat me, you would have already done it.”

He smirked and kissed me again. His tongue swept inside my mouth to dance in a way that I came to crave all to easily. I pulled him close and he devoured me.

When he allowed me time to breathe, I asked him a few questions that popped into my thoughts. “So, you’re a vampire? I mean, really?”

“No,” he answered without hesitation. Nicholai ran his palm over my hair and settled next to me on his side before answering me properly. “I am not a vampire as Earth defines those creatures. I am Vampaerii. I came here through a portal from another world. My world. I drink blood, yes, but not as vampires do in your so-called history and myths. I am not the living dead. I am alive. Very much alive.” He punctuated that point by pressing his groin against my hip. I smirked. “I came here, to Earth, because I disagree with my peoples’ ways. I was raised a killer, but that is not who I am.”

I scrunched up my face when Brad Pitt’s portrayal of Louis came to mind. “Like, you abhor killing people to survive?”

“No. I have no qualms against killing when necessary, but for me to survive it is not necessary to kill. I can feed quite easily without harming my victims.” He paused momentarily and then added, “You are a firsthand witness of that.”

Oh, God! He fed on me.
The memory of his teeth sinking into my flesh was all too vivid. “You drank my blood.”

“Please don’t sound so accusatory. I drank from you, yes, but you are different. I did it for pleasure, not from hunger.”

“What’s the difference?”

“For one, you were not afraid at the time.”

“No,” I huffed, “but I didn’t know what you were doing.”

“Secondly, you still remember that I bit you.”

“Hard not to, Nicholai, your teeth are sharp and sunk deep into my shoulder.” Thinking about it, I could still feel the dull ache from his penetration. Well, both penetrations actually, but we were talking about his teeth here.

“Yes, you can. But if you were someone I merely wanted to feed on, I would not have allowed the memory to remain.”