Living Arrangements
Christ
on a cross I didn't think they were ever going to leave. As soon as the movie was over
"So...uh,
what..."
"Why
don't you lock the door while I take all this stuff to the kitchen."
He
nods his head and smiles, relieved to have something to do.
When
I return to the living room I see him standing with his hands and forehead
against the door. I come up silently
behind him and cover his hands with mine twining our fingers. A small gasp escapes him when I press my lips
to his ear and bring my body flush against his.
"Tell
me what you're thinking."
"You."
His
voice is just a whisper as my mouth trails along his neck.
"What
about me?"
As
I run my hands along his arms to his shoulders, down his sides and around his
stomach in a loose embrace, he starts to answer
"It's...uh,
a dream about you, us...we're together and you...you're..."
His
voice breaks off in a nervous laugh and I let my hands trail under his shirt
seeking his nipples.
Finding
them I gently roll each one into a tight hard bud. A new wave of his desire hits me as the
hormones pour out of him. When I tug
roughly on his sensitized flesh his hips jerk back against mine as a groan
leaves his mouth.
"I
what?"
"You...I'm
in you and...you feel..."
I
hear his small whimper as I take my body and hands from him. Shifting around to the front of him I place
myself between him and the door.
Grasping his hips in a light grip I bring his body tight against mine
and let the door support our weight as he leans into me.
Feathering
my lips across his face I stop at his mouth.
Letting my tongue slip out, I trace his lower lip before pulling it into
my mouth with a gentle tug. I let my
hands creep up the back of his shirt and trail my blunt nails down his
back. I'm rewarded with a deep groan as
his back bows under my touch grinding his hips against mine. I release his lip and prompt him to continue
before allowing myself to learn the contours of his neck with my lips and
tongue.
"Tell
me. How do I feel?"
"Tight,
hot. Even though you don't have body heat it's so hot. So good."
As
I let my left hand trail down his back and into the back of his pants I thank
God for today's baggy fashion that allows me unhindered access to his hot
flesh. I thrust my hips faster against
his guiding his rhythm with light touches of my hand on his ass.
"Details,
Xan. I want to hear it."
With
my mouth I flick the first few buttons of his shirt open so I can explore his
collarbone with my lips and tongue.
"I-I
can't..."
I
can feel the heat of his blush crawling up his neck. I don't want him to be embarrassed; I want
him open and free with me. I want to
know what he wants, what he likes, what's going to make him scream for me. Taking his lips with mine I thrust my tongue
into his mouth. Stroking the roof of his
mouth and his teeth I try to draw him into me.
Try to make him see how desperate I am for him. For his touch, his taste and his words. The taste of him invades me and I can't seem
to get enough. I angle my head needing
to be deeper within him.
With
a growl of frustration when I can't get the remaining buttons of his shirt
undone, I take the edges and pull, popping buttons off in each direction. My hands frantically trace the contours of
his chest and stomach as sculpted muscles quiver under my touch fueling the
fire raging through my veins. I tear my
lips from his and press my forehead against his.
"Please.
Tell me."
He
swallows convulsively several times before he slowly starts to speak around the
panting breaths escaping him.
"We're
here and it's late, we're on the couch, naked."
I
let both of my hands sweep down his back and back into his pants. With a loose grip on his ass I let one finger
gently slip between his cheeks as he grinds against me.
"Y-You
climb onto my lap and...then I'm in you, so deep inside you and you're riding
me. God, Spike, the way I picture you,
you want it so much and I want to be careful, I don't want to hurt you but it
feels so good and I can't stop from slamming into you hard and fast over and
over."
I
shiver at the sound of his voice; so thick with desire he can barely get the
words out. He's so hard against me, his
cock straining as he rides the front of my body looking for friction. With the tip of my finger I put just the
barest amount of pressure against the opening to his body. Throwing his head back he moans long and deep
as I gently tease around that tight ring of muscles.
"More. Please, Spike, more, I'm so close."
The
smell of sex in the air is so thick I can't resist the urge to taste him. Dropping to my knees in front of him I all
but rip his pants in my haste to have him in my mouth. Leaving one hand on his hip and letting the
other find its way back to his opening I take him in my mouth down to the
root. I hear his strangled scream as the
head of his cock bounces off the back of my throat.
"Oh,
fuck yes, Spike."
His
hands tangle in my hair as I ease my first finger into him searching for that
sweet spot that will send him over the edge into blissful oblivion.
"Oh
God. Oh God, Spike, I'm gonna come...fuck,
yeah, suck it."
I
hear the long keening wail building in his chest as the bittersweet taste of
him trips across my tongue and down my throat.
So good, he tastes so fucking good.
The hot, thick taste of him tears a groan from my chest as I milk every
drop from him.
I
stand and let his body collapse into mine as he nuzzles my neck. His legs wobble and I pick him up and take
him to the couch. Settling against the
back, I keep his upper body cradled against me.
His drowsy eyes meet mine before a smile blossoms across his face. Damn, but he's beautiful. I tuck his head under my chin as his
breathing and heartbeat slow. Yeah, I've
definitely turned into my sire; sitting here cradling my human lover as I
ignore the riotous hard on in my pants that's demanding attention because
suddenly, all that matters to me is his happiness.