I moaned, imagining he’d bite methereand drink in long, deep gulps.
Another teasing lick. My dick was painfully swollen even though I’d just come.
“Bite me,” I heard myself say.
Russel didn’t need further encouragement. The sting came immediately, followed by a cooling sensation at the base of my throat. This time, he stayed there.
My eyes fell shut.
Warmth spilled in my underbelly, surrounding my balls and asshole and throbbing in my cock. Russel tightened his hold on me, swallowed, sucked, and swallowed again.
My body remained locked in a pre-orgasmic state, the last second before the release, and I hovered there, poised above the precipice. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move…
Until it all crashed down on me.
I groaned from deep in my gut, my cock pulsating in my pants, heat spreading from my groin all the way to my fingers and toes. I’d never come so hard in my life, yet I was fully clothed and unmoving.
Russel hummed into my skin. He kept drinking.
The orgasm slowly weakened into a soft tingle in my lower body. The firm press of Russel’s lips on the side of my neck felt like an endless kiss. He seemed to be drawing all tension and unease out of me until I became boneless with relief.
Then I got lightheaded and a little cold. The room felt darker. I wanted to cuddle closer to the warm body holding me, but my arms and legs felt too heavy.
I heard a muted whimper. Was that me?
Russel jerked back. The wound on the side of my throat stung in the cool air. He stared at me, his eyes glowing orange. His expression looked positively feral.
Pure instinct made my stomach heave.This creature can suck me dry. He can kill me.
But Russel’s face softened. He leaned in and tenderly licked the wound. Then he hugged me to his chest, stroking my nape and back.
“You’re delicious. Thank you.”
I could only hum in response. I was so sleepy.
“You’ll be tired for a bit, but it’ll pass.”
Good to know. With my eyes closed, I lay draped over him, unable to move a muscle.
“Eddie?”
My head lolled. He cupped my face and frowned at me.
“Are you feeling dizzy?”
“Just sleepy,” I slurred. It was nice. Mellow. Warm.
He said something to someone else, and I closed my eyes again. He kept petting me like I was something precious.
“Here, drink this.”
A straw poked my lips. I should have questioned what it was. He could have drugged me—except he already had. In my relaxed state, I simply parted my lips and drank.
It tasted like a fruit smoothie.
“It’s a recovery cocktail. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”
A lingering kiss to my forehead.
