Forever Broken

Laurent’s trim swimmer’s physique wasn’t nearly as muscular as his own but he was still beyond beautiful as, curling like a cat, he positioned himself between Paul’s legs again.

“Watch me,” he murmured, cupping Paul’s throbbing shaft loosely in one hand and looking up to meet Paul’s eyes.

“I can’t fucking take my eyes off you.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “Just, uh, be careful with the fangs. Okay?”

“Do not worry.” Laurent’s eyes gleamed like pale green jewels in the dimness. “I assure you I have enough practice to know what I am doing. Although I do not think I have ever wanted to do this quite so much before.” He lowered his head and licked a long, slippery trail from the tip of Paul’s cock to the aching base of his shaft.

Paul gasped, his hands curling into fists at the sudden pleasure. “More!”

“All good things to those that wait.” Laurent gave him that slow, hot smile again.

“Do you like what you see?”

“I’d like it better if I saw my cock all the way in your mouth.” Paul didn’t know where the words came from but they were certainly true. “Goddammit, Laurent, don’t fucking tease me.”

“As you wish.” The vampire lowered his head and suddenly Paul’s entire cock was engulfed in a warm, wet heaven. He moaned out loud as he felt the vampire swirl his tongue expertly around the shaft before taking him even deeper. His hips jerked involuntarily and then he forced himself to stop. He’d had blowjobs from girls before and one thing they hated was having a cock forced down their throat. But when Laurent lifted his head at last, the look in his eyes was pleasure, not irritation.

“Do not be afraid to thrust,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss on the plum-shaped head of Paul’s cock. “Remember, mon amour, we are equally matched in strength. You cannot hurt me and I rather like the feeling of you fucking my mouth.”

The breath caught in Paul’s throat. “You do?”

“Very much,” Laurent assured him. “Thrust as hard as you like—let me know you’re enjoying yourself. You are, aren’t you?” Paul nodded. “Best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had,” he said sincerely.

Laurent nodded, smiling. “And it is not even over yet.” He gave Paul a long, intense look. “I won’t stop again until you come, Paul. I want to swallow every last drop.”

“Dios!” The vampire’s low, sexy voice and hot words were driving him insane with desire. Threading his fingers through Laurent’s short black hair, he urged the other man down again. Laurent went willingly and soon enough he was sucking Paul down to the root again, his lips pressed against Paul’s groin and his head bobbing up and down in obvious pleasure.

For a long moment Paul resisted the urge to thrust and just looked. This was a man—a man sucking him, a man taking his cock deep in his mouth and trying to make him come. It’s wrong, whispered the voice in his brain—the voice of his father, the voice of the pack. But wrong or not, it was the most beautiful, erotic sight Paul had ever seen and he couldn’t stop.

With a low groan he pulled back and then thrust forward, gently at first. Laurent’s fingers tightened on his thighs and he pressed back, meeting Paul’s mouth-fuck with a thrust of his own.

He wants it, Paul realized in wonder. He really wants it. He enjoys this. It was difficult to comprehend. The only male-on-male blowjobs he’d seen in the past had been performed by wolves who were in disgrace, being busted out of the pack. He remembered the agonized looks, the shame radiating from the unwilling men forced to take Angel’s thick, uncut cock into their mouths. There had been no encouragement there—most of the shamed wolves simply held still and let the packleader fuck their mouths until he came. It was the only way Paul had been able to imagine how a same-sex encounter would be. But Laurent was showing him that it could be more—so much more.

Paul thrust again, a little harder this time, and was rewarded by a little moan of pure pleasure as the vampire sucked him even harder. Clearly Laurent hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Paul that he could take it. It felt so damn good—so wet and warm and perfect. And the sight of the other man leaning over him was mind-blowingly hot, so hot that Paul couldn’t resist thrusting again, even harder. Before he knew it he had both hands buried in Laurent’s short hair and was bucking his hips up as hard as he could.

The intense pleasure he’d felt before while Laurent was drinking from him was back but this time Paul could tell that he was going to be able to come. In fact, he was almost there now—the warm, wet suction and the sight of the other man sucking him so eagerly were rapidly pushing him to the point of no return.