Page 57 of Bite Me
He groaned, squeezing my ass. “I’ll fucking eat you alive.”
A glorious shiver ran down my spine. I hated that I needed to take care of the practicalities first. “But I need a shower,” I said.
Leaning his forehead against mine, he exhaled. “Okay. Okay. I can wait for ten more minutes. Maybe.”
He nodded but didn’t let go of me. I was trapped between the door and his large frame.
“Show me the bathroom?”
“You won’t change your mind?”
“I won’t.”
“Okay.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me after him. The apartment was dark, and I barely knew where I was going, but he didn’t need any lights. He paused by another door, presumably the bathroom, and caressed my jaw.
“I should at least offer you a drink.”
“Later. Sex first.”
That made him chuckle. “Yes. Sex first. Don’t be long.”
“Do you have a kit?” He’d know what I meant.
“The cupboard under the sink.”
I closed myself in the bathroom and patted the wall by the door in search of a light switch. Bright light flared to life, illuminating black metallic tiles. I peered around as my eyes adjusted.
The bathroom was the size of my bedroom: a double sink, a toilet separated by a low wall with built-in shelves, a shower stall big enough for four people, and a large corner bathtub. Russel had a remarkable lack ofthings. A single toothbrush, toothpaste—I hadn’t known vampires brushed their teeth—an unscented shower gel, soap, toilet paper, and a beard trimmer were all I could see. Compared to this, the cramped little bathroom I shared with Sheri and Aaron looked like a fully stocked drugstore after a mild earthquake.
The cupboard held a few clean toothbrushes in plastic packaging, a water-based lube dispenser, and a wooden box. I peeked inside the box.Bingo. The black silicon bulb for douching would do great. I grabbed the lube and the bulb and set them on the counter.
Time dragged horrendously as I went through the routine that couldn’t be rushed. Then I finally stood in the shower, clean on the inside, and tilted my face up. I gave myself a few seconds under the warm spray before I slapped the water shut.
I pressed out a dollop of lube and smeared it over my rim, then I pushed my fingertip inside. Closing my eyes, I let the sensation run its course.
Damn, I’d come out of here lubed and hard. Was I overdoing it?
My cock bobbed as I washed my hands. I could at least wrap a towel around my hips, but with my erection, it would look ridiculous.
Instead, I gave myself a few strokes, imagining Russel doing a double take when he saw me walking out of his bathroom, ready like a fluffed-up porn star.
Who was this new me?
A vampire venom junkie.
Instead of guilt and apprehension, I only felt excitement as I turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom.
A soft yellow glow guided me down the hall toward another room. Russel must have heard me coming because when I entered, he was sitting on a bed, gazing at me.
I paused, leaning on the door frame. I was naked, but he still had his shirt and slacks on. My cock pointed straight at him. He looked me up and down, and his nostrils flared.
Not taking his eyes off me, he unbuttoned his shirt and dragged it off his arms. He dropped it carelessly on the floor. Then he undid his belt and opened his fly. I watched as he took his cock out and stroked it.
“Come here,” he rasped.
As soon as I stepped close enough, he grabbed my hips and yanked me forward. He rubbed his lips along my erection and kissed my slit. I remembered fucking his mouth to the root in frenzy and how he looked up at me with near devotion, even as I must have cut off his breathing. He gave me the same look now, with his lips touching my cockhead.
