Forever Broken

“Fuck. You know that’s not it. It’s not just that I want to get it over with.”

“I know.” Laurent repeated the move, rubbing their cocks together again through the material of his trousers and the denim of Paul’s jeans. “You want me, mon amour.

Want me as I want you.”

“Dios. ” Paul took his mouth in a ravenous kiss. At the same time he began pulling at Laurent’s shirt. “I want you naked now.”

“Then you should return the favor,” Laurent murmured breathlessly. There was a moment of fumbling and then they were both naked, skin to skin. “Wait.” Laurent sat up and Paul let him, though it was clear he would have been happier keeping him pinned down.

“What?” he growled, kneeling on the bed with his legs spread. His heavy cock rose from between his thighs in obvious anticipation.

“Nana’s bedspread.” Laurent nodded down at the antique lace. “We should be careful of it.” He pulled it down and Paul made a noise of surprise.

“Black sheets? Black satin sheets?” He stroked the material as if to be sure they were real. “What’s the deal with your Nana, anyway?” Laurent shrugged. “Sometimes she knows things. Maybe she knew we were coming.” He lay back on the bed and stretched languidly. “Well, lover? Don’t you want me?”

“You fucking well know I do.” Paul’s voice was hoarse with desire, his eyes blazing wolf gold.

Laurent gave him a slow, seductive smile. “Then come and take me.”

Paul looked at the vampire, spending a long moment just drinking in his beauty.

Laurent’s smooth, pale skin was luminous against the silky black sheets and his pale green eyes were half-lidded with desire. Paul had never expected to have another man look at him like that, to hear another man offer himself as Laurent was. But the warm come-hither look Laurent was giving him, as well as the slim, muscular body stretched out before him like a feast, made Paul’s pulse race and his cock even harder, if that was possible.

Laurent was hard too, he saw. The slender, somehow elegant shaft of his cock rose stiffly between his legs, capped with a pale pink head. A single pearly drop of precum decorated its tiny slit. I sucked that. Sucked him, Paul thought. They had been in a darkened room and he hadn’t gotten much of a chance to examine the other man’s equipment. Though he had excellent night vision, everything was easier to see when lit by the soft golden glow of the lamps on either side of the bed.

“Yes, you sucked me,” Laurent murmured, answering his thoughts. “Rather well, as I recall. Does that bother you, Paul?”

“No.” The word was little more than a growl. Though he knew the memory of sucking Laurent’s cock and swallowing his cum ought to be one of shame, Paul couldn’t help the rising tide of excitement he felt instead. “Just makes me want to do it again,” he admitted.

“Be my guest.” Laurent spread his legs a little and arched his back like a cat. “Do whatever you wish to me—I am yours, body and soul.”

As it had before, the vampire’s willing submission shot a bolt of pure lust through Paul’s entire body. Dios! So fucking beautiful. He leaned over Laurent and took the slim shaft in one hand. Then he looked up and met the other man’s eyes. “Watch me,” he said hoarsely. “Watch me suck you. Want you to see me take your cock down my throat.”

“With pleasure,” Laurent murmured, practically purring his surrender. Paul wondered briefly how he could do that. How he could give himself up to someone else—especially another man—so easily. He was pretty damn sure he wouldn’t have been able to do it himself. If it had been a choice between submitting sexually to another man—even to Laurent—or dying, being six feet under would probably look like the more attractive option. But that didn’t matter now. Nothing mattered but Laurent.

Paul took a long, slow taste of the other man’s cock, licking from balls to tip and back again as he watched Laurent watching him. Fuck if he didn’t love this. He loved the salty taste and the warm, clean, secret scent of the other man’s skin. Loved the way Laurent moaned softly in pleasure. Loved the feeling of power he got from giving that pleasure and watching the other man lift his hips, mutely begging for more.

Suddenly licking wasn’t enough. Lowering his head, Paul took the long, slender shaft into his mouth until he felt the broad head bump against the back of his throat.

He’d seen enough straight porn involving blowjobs to know what happened next.

Taking a deep breath, he swallowed, taking Laurent even deeper, taking him all the way until his face was pressed against the other man’s groin.

“Mon Dieu!” Laurent gasped and put a hand to Paul’s head, fingers carding through his hair carefully. “Ah, mon amour. You do that so beautifully. Suck me—suck my cock.”