Page 14 of Hungry for the Vampire

Nothing strange about them. At first. But then two of them started to grow, sliding downward, gleaming even in this dim light as they became the fangs of a vampire nestled against his lower lip.

"No fucking way," I breathed.

He closed his mouth, and the fangs hung outside for a brief moment before retreating.

"They are for feeding," Roman said. "But please know I have not hurt anyone. A vampire does not need to drink human blood, we have...evolved."

"You can eat lasagna," I said.

"Yes. Even with garlic." Roman grinned. "But taking my fangs out puts me into a state that is more primal. That is a state where someone could get hurt. So that is all you will see of them."

I exhaled. My hands were shaking, my body flooded with adrenaline. "Thank you. For showing me. For...trusting me."

Roman took both my hands to hold them steady. "I never doubted you."

I bit the corner of my lip and looked at him. "So if you wanted to keep, uh, kissing my neck...I would like that."

Roman let go of my hands, pushed me down onto the bed, and got on top of me.

Chapter 10

Fear.

Not a lot, just a little, as Roman's lips found my neck again. Knowing what he was, knowing what those hands could do, what those teeth could do...he made my blood run hot and cold at the same time. I'd never felt anything like it.

I wanted more.

I pulled his shirt up as he pulled the skin of my neck between his lips and sucked on it. I knew he'd leave a bruise on me, I could practically feel the shape of it already, and it felt so fucking good. He let me take his shirt off, upright above me for a split second before his carved body came back down over me and his tongue traced along my jaw.

Roman worked a hand up my shirt too, pushing it up and off so that our bare skin slid together. He wasn't cold, he was warm, he was hot, radiating into me. His hand slipped further down along my stomach until he came to my waist, and he grabbed my cock through my pants while he found my lips again.

"Mmm!" I moaned into him, my eyes flying open in surprise, my hips thrusting up into his touch. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and pushed myself into his hand, trying not to explode right then and there while my body screamed at me to let it all go.

"Your pants," Roman said, slightly out of breath, and I nodded. Down they came with his help, and then I hooked my fingers into the waist of his sweatpants. He let me pull them down, and I took his boxers down with them, until his length sprung out and stared me dead in the face.

I licked my lips. It was involuntary, but I still think he liked seeing it. I had never seen another guy's hard cock before, not in real life. He was big, bigger than me, but I'd expected that—after all, everything else about him was bigger than me. He got his pants off the rest of the way, and as he straddled me, I took him in my hand.

"Hot," I murmured, and I meant it both ways. I let his heat slide across my palm as I stroked him slowly, watching how the head swelled, how precum beaded at the tip. He was uncut, bunching up as I stroked toward me, pulling tight as I moved my hand back. His cock twitched in my hand, jumping with excitement.

"I am your first man," Roman said, watching me, "is that right?"

I nodded, drawing my eyes up from his dick so I could look at him. "Yeah."

Roman dipped his head in response. "I am not so very experienced in this, either. But..."

"But we can figure it out," I said, with a grin that must have looked crazy with how soaked in lust I was.

"Yes," Roman agreed, and he slid backward slightly so that he was over my own stiff cock. He bent forward, and I felt his hard shaft press up against mine, and his hand wrapped around both of us. I bit my lip and moaned as he started to stroke us. As he got closer to me, I reached up and pulled him down, kissing him hard and fencing our tongues while Roman jerked us both off. Our precum mixed together, a slippery substance that only made it better.

I thrusted into his hand, completely unable to control myself. It felt so good, his cock up against mine, his strong grip keeping us both together while our shafts slid in our merged slickness, rubbing back and forth and side to side. He would bring his hand forward and squeeze both our cockheads together, the softer flesh yielding into the other, and it would make me yelp at the sudden pleasure. There had never been anything like this in my life. Sex had never felt this intense, this all-encompassing. Roman was just...so hot. So huge. On top of me, towering over me, pressing me into the bed with his weight and his strength but doing it so tenderly as to make every touch feel good.

Really good. Possibly even too good.

His hand, strong and slippery, was working me up into a fervor. I panted beneath him, one hand feeling the broad muscles of his back, the other clutching at his arm.

"Roman," I choked out, as his lips found another sensitive spot on my neck and drove me crazy. "R-Roman, I—I'm close—"

"Yes," he whispered into my ear, his teeth nibbling on the lobe. "Do it, Jared. Let it out."