hole a couple of times, earning another curse. Winter finally pushed in, stretching him. They both swore as Fox’s tight muscles gripped him.
Inch by excruciatingly slow inch, Winter pressed into Fox. When he was fully seated, Winter draped his body over Fox’s while wrapping one arm across Fox’s chest to grip the opposite shoulder. He was completely cocooned within Winter. The vampire had become his entire existence. Winter lowered his face, nuzzling his neck and hair without even the barest hint of teeth or fangs. That touch was so tender, so gentle, it gripped Fox’s heart in a brutal hold and refused to let go. This wasn’t supposed to be tender or gentle. Just a good, hard fucking.
“You okay?” Winter whispered.
Fox had to swallow twice to get his mouth to work, but Winter took it as something else.
“Do you want me to stop? I will,” Winter quickly added.
“Fuck no,” Fox moaned. “Just trying to remember how to breathe.”
Winter tightened the arm across his chest while at the same time moving those amazing hips. He made a couple of small pumps, and they had Fox’s eyes rolling back in his head.
“You’re so tight. I may never get my cock out of your ass.”
“Yes, fuck me. Never stop fucking me,” Fox begged.
He didn’t know if it was his words or that Fox was trying to move in time with Winter’s small thrusts, but it was enough to break Winter’s careful control. With a shiver-inducing snarl, Winter shoved away so that he could make harder, deeper thrusts into Fox’s body. Skin slapped and new pleasure spiked along Fox’s nerve endings. Beautiful, filthy words spilled from Winter’s lips each time he plunged deep, pushing Fox’s pleading and begging to grow louder.
Fingers bit into his hips hard enough to bruise, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever going to be enough. That hot cock was stretching and filling him so perfectly, keeping him balanced right at the edge but not pushing him over.
He shifted his weight, leaning heavily on his left arm so he could reach under him with his right hand. Winter snarled and slammed into him even harder.
“Don’t!”
“Fuck! I need to come!” Fox snapped at him.
“That’s mine. My cock. My cum,” Winter said, punctuating each sentence with a thrust.
Fox whimpered, loving every second of it and still wanting so much more. “Please,” he panted.
Winter pulled out of him completely and moved off the bed. Okay, this was definitely worse. But before he could even pull in a breath to beg him to resume fucking him, Winter was flipping him onto his back and climbing onto the bed again. Holding his legs just behind his knees, Winter easily slid into his body. They sighed as one, relief and pleasure swamping Fox hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
“Is this better?” Winter demanded. “Or would you rather something like this?” He wrapped Fox’s legs around his waist and leaned down so that his lips brushed against Fox’s. Their chests rubbed together, a delicious tingling of sensations where the light hair on Winter’s chest rubbed along Fox’s bare chest. His cock rubbed against Winter’s stomach. The new position had each thrust massaging his prostate. The combination was driving Fox completely insane.
And then Winter kissed him. It was broken and messy, but he could taste Winter’s desire and his joy. That exquisite joy surged through him, and Fox desperately kissed him back, eating at his mouth with a series of hungry kisses. Oh God, he was never going to get enough of this man. He didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
Unfortunately, Fox’s orgasm caught up with him. Sharp pleasure slammed into him, and Fox’s entire body tightened. He screamed Winter’s name as the vampire fucked him through it. The world threatened to white out. Winter’s orgasm followed directly after his. He shouted, and Winter filled his channel with wonderful heat.
To his shock, Winter wrapped his arms around him as he collapsed on top of him. He carefully thrust into him a couple of times more, sliding through his own cum and squeezing a last pathetic whimper out of Fox. Winter rolled them onto their sides and pressed his face into Fox’s neck.
“I want to bite you so much right now. The perfect end to perfect sex,” Winter whispered. His breath dancing across his skin.
“I’m sorry,” Fox panted. He was still trying to get his brain working, and being cuddled so tightly in Winter’s arms wasn’t helping.