Page 114 of Eternal Devotion

I’d planned the evening accordingly. The wine to slightly thin the blood—easier flow meant less time to fulfillment. The steak, spinach, and vegetables for iron fortification. The fruit salad in fruit juice for a heavy hit of vitamin C.

If I was doing this, I was doing it right.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom, however, and the decision to have a playful romp on the couch nearly had fatal consequences.

27

Ensley

Abiding by Mordecai’s request, I ate every bite of the delicious meal while he watched, practically salivating. His appetite was elsewhere, and the thought thrilled me in a way I couldn’t explain. Why the experience had affected me so profoundly was a mystery, but ever since Mordecai had broken his rules and fed on me, the itch for him to do it again was insatiable. The connection. The exhilaration. The pleasure that had found new depths I’d never explored. It was as heady as a powerful drug, and I was instantly addicted.

We played footsies under the table, touched hands, and shared countless smiles and kisses that hardened my cock to the point it ached in the confinement of my pants.

I suspected that, with the number of times he readjusted himself, Mordecai was in a similar state of discomfort. His Bordeaux-colored eyes flared with their own kind of hunger, and a gratifying chill raced up my spine when I considered the trajectory of our night and what was in store. My balls tingled and ached, and I still had my clothes on for crying out loud.

Shoveling the final bite of fruit salad into my mouth, I pushed the plate aside and scrambled to my feet. Draining the last of the wine in one long gulp, I carelessly slammed the glass on the table and dragged Mordecai by the hand to the couch.

Fuck the bed. Too many steps away. No more delay. I wanted him now.

I shoved Mordecai over the arm, and he toppled backward with a laugh, landing gracelessly on the cushions. Before he could right himself, I tumbled on top of him, fusing our mouths in a wine-laced kiss. If it bothered him, he didn’t complain. Perhaps the rich flavor on my tongue was the only way he could indulge in those lost pleasures.

Tearing at his clothes, I undressed him swiftly as though time was a factor, and someone might interrupt. Worse, I didn’t want to give Mordecai a chance to change his mind. I had been begging without words for a repeat, presenting him with the opportunity several times, hoping to catch him when his defenses were down, but the man was stubborn and resilient. Four hundred years meant he was immune to temptation and bribery.

Catching him off guard, I swallowed his cock, and he cried out, arching into the warm cavern of my mouth.

“Ensley! Gah… You… miscreant.”

I chuckled with my mouth full—miscreant—and increased my effort, sucking with passion and all the skill I’d acquired from hookups over the years. When I squeezed him with my throat muscles and increased the suction, Mordecai took a firm hold of my hair and tried to slow the pace.

I would not be stopped.

Digging his fingers into my scalp, he gave up and matched my rhythm, chasing his pleasure. When I brought him to the edge of orgasm, he tugged hard, drawing me off with a sputtered, “Stop, stop, stop. For the love of your sweet life, Ensley, do not make me come yet. I’m not ready.”

Taking pity, I left his cock wanting and swollen, twitching from a deprived orgasm.

While he regained composure, I hastily shed my clothes and crawled over top of him, bracing a hand on either side of his head.

He wasn’t flushed from exertion or panting laboriously from being sent half out of his mind, but the uninhibited love in his burgundy eyes wasn’t masked, and my heart swelled. Every day was a strange experience. I never knew what tomorrow would bring or if Mordecai would someday decide that loving a human was too painful an endeavor and not worth the eventual heartache. He didn’t see a future of possibilities. He saw a dreadful finale. A separation. A parting that would shatter him.

I had fallen head over heels for this extraordinary man. Unlike Mordecai, for the first time in my life, my future took on color, no longer a bleak and destitute landscape paved with guilt, sorrow, and misery.

I touched my nose to his. Our erections rested flush against one another, patiently—or impatiently—waiting for us to continue. “How do you want me?”

So taken by this beautiful creature of the night, so utterly under his spell, I would have done anything he asked without question.

“Let me sit up.”

Mordecai sat on the couch, legs sprawled, cock at attention. He invited me to straddle his lap, so I did. He cupped my ass, preventing me from sitting, and urged me closer, nuzzling the area between my cock and thigh. The wet press of his tongue made me shiver.

I closed my eyes, bracing my hands on the back of the couch as I savored the sensations.

Mordecai’s attention was deliberate. Slow and methodical. The opposite of my rushed exodus from the kitchen table. He took his time, kissing the base of my cock before dragging his tongue up my length. While he lavished a wet path around my tip, he massaged my balls and applied gentle pressure to my perineum.

Mordecai wet two fingers and set to work preparing me. At the same time, he continued to tease my cock, never once taking me into his mouth, yet elevating the pleasure all the same with his focused attention.

By the time I was moving on his fingers, encouraging them deeper and grunting with frustration because they weren’t enough, he removed them. With a healthy amount of saliva, Mordecai coated himself. He added more slickness to my entrance before holding himself upright and encouraging me to take control.

At that point, I was too far gone for caution, and once lined up, I sat with a groan, driving his cock deep into my ass.