Page 86 of Bite Me
He frowned at me, and I shrugged.
“I’ll need more words than that,” Sheri said.
“How about dinner at home Sunday night? I’ll bring your favorite Thai. I’ll tell you everything, I swear.”
“You’d better.”
Russel shifted in the tub, bubbles swaying and water sloshing. He leaned his head back, and the exposed column of his throat just begged for me to kiss it. “I have to go now, but I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go have copious amounts of sex with your hot vampire boss. I’m not jealous at all. I guess I will have to take your friend Cat to a dinner club soon.”
“Please, do. She’ll be so excited.”
“On Sunday, you’ll be here with my Panang curry and ready to spill. And I want extra spring rolls.”
“You got it.”
I ended the call, and Russel crooked a finger at me. “Come here.”
After hanging the bathrobe back on the hook, I stepped into the water and lowered myself back into his arms.
“Dating, hm?” he rasped into my ear, then gently bit my earlobe.
“Aren’t we?”
“I don’t know. Sounds so mundane.”
“Mundane can be good. Comforting.”
“Hm.” He grazed my neck with his teeth. “I’m dating the love of my life. Dating the man of my dreams. Dating.” The swipe of his tongue made me shiver even as I lay in warm water. “Nah. We need a better word.”
“Going out?” I teased. “Seeing each other?”
The tips of his fangs poked my neck like little needles, but they didn’t pierce my skin. He let out a low purring sound.
“We’re notdating.” He said the word with such disgust it made me chuckle.
The tiniest sting on my neck. I moaned as my cock hardened.
“You’re mine, Eddie.”
Russel wrapped his hand around it and stroked me underwater.
“All of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His fangs sank into my flesh, piercing the vein on the side of my throat, and searing pleasure engulfed my entire body.
“Love being yours,” I managed before the orgasm overwhelmed my senses.
Russel licked the wound, humming. The tingles receded, and I squirmed against Russel’s erection nudging my lower back. I knew what I wanted.
“Let me suck you.”
He stood, water cascading down his body, and I admired his veiny cock before I wrapped my lips around the head. Closing my eyes, I gave it my all.
Once upon a time, I’d invested significant energy into learning the skill so I could impress my first boyfriend. This time, I didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. I didn’t need Russel to think I was the god of blowjobs. I just craved hearing his moans and feeling his pleasure.
