Sweet Oblivion (MM)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, public exhibition, sex toys, HEA]
I just wanted a night out on the town, a little fun. When Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious walked into the bar, I knew my chances had just increased. Damn, he was fine, too. And I planned to have him before the night was through. I just had to get his attention first and then he would be mine. With that in mind, I started across the bar…
Okay, I don’t do morning-afters, so why am I in bed with the same man I had sex with the previous night? And why are we in his bed? Why not my bed? I never went home with my conquests. He was really hot, and great in the sack, but I didn't do relationships. They were messy and emotional and…
Are those fangs in his mouth?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Can you say yum?
I can. I had seen a lot of sexy men over the years, especially in my line of work, but I couldn’t ever remember seeing one as sexy as the man sitting across the bar from me at the moment. He gave new meaning to the words sex on a stick.
He was simply gorgeous.
And he had my full attention. He had my cock’s attention, too. From the second I spotted him, I had gone from merely checking out the crowd to finding me a flat surface and for him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. And it had only taken a matter of seconds. That might have been a new record for me.
Yeah, I was easy.
So the fuck what?
I knew a good lay when I saw one, and this guy promised to make all of my dreams come true and maybe invent a few new ones. He was sex personified. Christ, he couldn’t even walk across the room without every eye in the place turning to watch him. The power in his stride alone was enough to make my balls tingle.
There was something commanding about him, dangerous, something to be feared. It was almost as if all of the air in the club had been sucked out the moment he stepped inside. This was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. And if I was lucky, he’d be taking me later tonight.
I knew I was good-looking. Hell, I was damn near Michelangelo material. Or so I had been told. My looks were both a blessing and a curse. I was pretty enough to usually get what I wanted, but no one ever took me seriously.
I snorted softly to myself.
Apparently brains did not go hand in hand with looks. You either got one or the other. I have been blessed with astonishing good looks, so that meant I had to be as dumb as a box of rocks.
There were times that I loved my looks, and I certainly knew how to use them. I could wiggle my ass and have men bowing at my feet. It often kept a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I couldn’t even begin to count the number of times I had been told I had the sweetest ass in the universe.
My ass really was my masterpiece. It was tight, rounded just enough to be a handful, and curved out my jeans like a wet dream. Add in my nicely sculpted abs, tanned, sleek skin, baby-blue eyes and light-blond hair, and I had the total package.
With any luck, tonight it would get me a few hours in Mr. Sexy’s bed. Hell, I wouldn’t even charge him. I just wanted to feel his overabundance of muscles sweating over my body as he fucked me into the mattress.
Or any flat surface.
As good as he looked, I would take a round surface at this point.
I ignored the men that called out to me and the hands that reached out to stroke my skin as I sauntered across the room, putting an extra bit of sway into my hips. My target was in sight, and I was going in for the kill.
I knew the moment he spotted me. I could feel my skin begin to tingle and my balls tightening up close to my body. My cock was rock hard. As tight as my pants were, I knew my package was expertly outlined by the thin fabric.
The closer I walked, the more heated my skin became. I could almost feel his dick pounding into me. My hole pulsed around the butt plug I had inserted into my ass earlier tonight in anticipation. I knew I was going to be fucked when I left my little apartment tonight. I just didn’t know by whom.
I fingered the collar of my white shirt and then let my hand trail lazily down the front of my chest as I licked my lips. I could almost smell the man’s growing arousal as he watched the tiny movement of my tongue. I let it flicker out and move against my lower lip.
That’s right. Show me you’re interested, handsome.
I ignored the shocked looks of the other men sitting at the table with my eye candy. I didn’t care about them. They didn’t exist as far as I was concerned. No one did except the man turning toward me and parting his thick muscular thighs in silent invitation.
It was an invitation I had no qualms about accepting.
I didn’t say a word as I straddled the man’s thighs like an expert bull rider. From the desire I could see burning in his vivid blue eyes, no words were needed. He knew exactly why I was there just as much as I did. I could feel it in the hard cock pressing up against my ass, as if throbbing its agreement.
I felt an involuntary shiver race through my body when the man’s large hands closed around my waist. I kid you not, they were so large that he could almost completely encircle my entire waist.
And they weren’t pushing me away, either. They were pulling me closer. Gods, my fucking cock ached. My need was growing with every passing second. I knew if I didn’t get this man’s cock in my ass in the next five minutes, I was going to blow without him.
And wouldn’t that be the saddest thing on earth?
He wanted me.
When he used the hand gripping my hair to push me down to my knees between his thighs, I couldn’t help but grin. I knew what he wanted. It was what most men wanted, especially after they got a good look at my overly plump lips. I usually looked like I had been stung by something or punched right in the lips.
Like I said, I knew I looked good. If it wasn’t my bubble butt they were after, it was my lips. I looked like I could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Technically, I couldn’t, but that didn’t stop me from trying. And that was something I did well. I had no doubt I’d have this guy in the palm of my hand—or between my lips—in under a minute.
Yes, I was that damn good.
Did I mention I had no gag reflex?
I quickly lowered the man’s zipper and reached in to pull his cock out. I could feel my heart skip a beat in my chest before my hand had fully pulled the man’s cock free from his pants. Once I got a good look at the monstrosity I pulled out, I began to have my doubts about my abilities.
His hands weren’t the only things that were huge. He was hung like a fucking horse. His cock was so thick that my hand wouldn’t even fully close around it, and I seriously doubted I could cover every inch of his length if I had four hands. He had to be at least ten inches long.
Okay, I might be in trouble.
The hand curled in my hair tightened. When I glanced up, the man’s dark eyebrow was arched as if he were challenging me. I never, ever, let anyone dare me to do something and not follow through. I started this. I was going to finish it.
Keeping my eyes locked with tall, dark, and handsome, I carefully lowered my mouth and swallowed just the tip of the man’s cock. My lips burned as they stretched around his wide girth.
Oh my fucking gods!
The drops of pre-cum pooling on the head of the man’s cock trickled over my tongue, bathing me in the most exotic flavors I had ever tasted in my life. I had expected tart, ’cause let’s face it, most men had bitter-tasting cum.
This man tasted spicy.
Hell, he tasted like the ambrosia of the gods. I could seriously get addicted to sucking this guy off on a regular basis. I might even beg for the chance. Too bad this was just a onetime deal. I never went back for seconds.
I did seriously consider it for about two seconds after tasting this guy. But I didn’t need the baggage. I just wanted to get off, even if it meant getting Mr. Sexy off first. I just prayed he had really good recuperative powers. I wasn’t done with him by a long shot.
I stroked my tongue over the head of his cock as I waited for my lips to stretch around him enough to swallow him. It was obvious that it was going to take a little more effort than normal for me to suck this guy off. I mentally shrugged to myself. Oh well. He had the potential to give me a really good ride. I could put a little more effort out for that.
I tried to do just that. Once my mouth had adjusted to his size, I licked a long path from the tip of his cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. I felt the man’s hand tighten in my hair when I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Oh yeah, he liked that. I could tell.
I took the time to suck the other ball into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue before licking a line back up the thickly veined sides. By the time I reached the slit on the head of his cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and started dripping down the sides of his cock. I eagerly licked at each drop until my mouth exploded in flavor.
Another long, deep groan fell from my lips as I slowly sucked him down. I got about halfway down the man’s impressive erection before I had to pause and draw in a deep breath through my nose. Once I had more air in my lungs, I continued.
I’ll be the first to admit that I had a bit of an ego. Anyone looking the way I did would have one. I couldn’t walk into a room without having men, and women, lust after my body. But the lust that flared in the man’s deep-blue eyes as I swallowed him down until my nose was nestled in his pubic hair, was the biggest ego boost I had ever received.
It made me feel like I could conquer the world. I wanted more. I slowly started to bob my head, sucking in my cheeks as I moved my lips up his thick cock. I wanted to savor every last inch as he moved through my mouth.
Once I got the hang of things, I was able to move faster. The more my mouth moved up and down the man's cock as he fucked my mouth, the easier it became to swallow him down to the root every time. I could still feel drops of luscious-tasting pre-cum splattering over my tongue every time I swallowed, and god, it was fucking fantastic.
When the man’s balls started to pull up tight to his body, I increased the speed of my movements, sucking him down my throat faster and faster each time, hollowing my cheeks out as I moved back up to the tip.
I knew the man was getting close, and I wanted him to remember this blow job as the best one he had ever received.