Johann (Vampire's Mate Book 4), page 7
Jay gave a soft, breathy moan of his own, melting into Alexei’s body, one hand gripping Alexei’s shirt as if to keep himself upright that way. Alexei palmed the back of Jay’s head, doing his part to keep the vampire in place, plundering Jay’s mouth with days and days of pent-up lust and longing. Jay met his pace, the eager thing, the greedy little noises coming out of his mouth an echo of the sounds he’d made feeding from Alexei the night before.
It was Alexei who broke the kiss first, out of a need for oxygen more than anything else. He stared, panting, at the little vampire on his lap. Never in his life had Alexei been so torn apart by a single kiss.
Jay was beaming at him, panting in turn. “I melted.”
“I’m sorry?”
“My first kiss with tongue,” Jay mused rather than explaining.
“That was your first kiss?” In his lust-fogged state, Alexei didn’t quite manage to keep the shock out of his voice.
Jay stiffened in his arms, and Alexei regretted his words immediately. “My first kiss with tongue,” Jay repeated, his sweet voice laced with defensiveness.
Alexei had so many fucking questions about Jay’s past he didn’t ever know where to start. “Can I ask why…” He trailed off, unsure how best to phrase the question, Why haven’t you had sex in over two hundred years? without sounding like a complete asshole.
Jay seemed to catch his meaning anyway. “You can, but I don’t feel like explaining this morning. This is a good morning.”
On that they could agree.
Alexei felt like he should offer truth for truth. He kept stealing Jay’s secrets and giving nothing in return. “I’m in hiding. From my brother. Our family business has some…criminal elements to it. I pissed him off before I left.” He cleared his throat, unsure of how much detail to go into. “I don’t know if he’s even looking for me anymore, but if he found me…it could get dangerous.”
Jay’s gray eyes were serious, his nod solemn. “I’ll protect you, Alexei.”
Alexei couldn’t help it. He kissed him again, hungry and obsessive and wanting the vampire in his arms so much it physically hurt.
He broke it off first again, Jay giving the impression he could kiss for hours and never tire of it. “There’s so much I want to do to you. Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t want to go too fast.”
Jay licked his lips, as if chasing Alexei’s taste. “I’ve waited over two hundred years. There’s no such thing as too fast.”
“Well, exactly. But—”
Jay’s brow furrowed, and the hand in Alexei’s shirt tugged sharply. “I’m not a baby. I’m not naive. I’m not some ingenue. I’m just…inexperienced.”
“No, you’re not a baby.” Alexei pressed a kiss to Jay’s neck, then whispered in his ear. “You’re a kitten.”
Jay leaned back, a smile on his face, his defensiveness instantly forgotten. “You made a little joke.” He started stroking Alexei’s hair, lifting a strand between two fingers. “This is nice. I like it all down like this.”
Alexei allowed himself to close his eyes, reveling in the soft touch. How long had it been since he’d been petted, stroked, cared for?
He could feel Jay watching him closely. Alexei tried to gauge where best to start. He’d never…deflowered anyone before.
Might as well start with the basics. “So you’ve touched yourself, then?” he asked.
“Yes, I like to.” Jay continued his soft petting of Alexei’s hair. “Sometimes I do it a lot. I read my books and get turned on, or sometimes I watch porn, and then I stroke myself under the covers.”
Holy fuck. That had Alexei’s eyes opening, his cock suddenly straining against his zipper hard enough to hurt. “Well, fuck. That—that’s great, kitten.” Jay was smiling almost mischievously at him, and Alexei had to wonder once again how much of the maddening little things the vampire was doing were on purpose. He swallowed, mouth dry. “You want to show me how you do it?”
He figured Jay would maybe be more comfortable starting with what he knew, but Jay was already shaking his head, biting at that fucking lip again. “I’d like to—I want—” He heaved a breath, finding his words. “I’ve never touched someone else that way.”
Alexei let out his own slow exhale. “You want to touch me, kitten?”
Jay nodded eagerly, his hands clenching into Alexei’s hair, Alexei’s scalp stinging at the pull. “Yes. That.”
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Jay was nodding so furiously it was making him a little dizzy. “Yes. Touching. Me touching you. That’s what I want.”
He couldn’t even feel embarrassed by his eagerness, not when Alexei was actually smiling at him again (and not one of his not smiles, but a real, honest-to-goodness smile), looking so handsome with his pretty hair and pretty eyes and his wide mouth looking so soft and happy, just for Jay.
Was Jay maybe dreaming? This all sort of felt like it. Except he’d never had a dream this good, sitting on this big human’s lap, being told he could have everything he’d ever wanted. (And okay, maybe touching Alexei’s cock wasn’t everything Jay had ever wanted, but really, it was way, way up there.)
Jay reluctantly released his grip on that pretty blond hair, scooting back a little to give Alexei room to maneuver. The scent of vanilla was everywhere around him, and his beastie kept wanting to come out to play again.
No way, Jay reprimanded. This is for me. You had your bite last night.
His beastie preened at the reminder, even while annoyance buzzed at Jay’s chastising. They both agreed the human had tasted so very delicious. And with Alexei’s bigger size (what was he, six feet four?), Jay had been able to take more blood than he had when feeding from Colin. There was an art to it, taking just enough, recognizing the rise in heart rate, the signs of impending hypovolemia (Danny had taught Jay that word; it was such a useful one). But Jay finally felt full for the first time in a long while.
And all that was suddenly very beside the point because Alexei was unbuttoning his jeans (and oh God, had Jay really made the poor human sleep in stiff denim?) and pulling them down his hips, taking whatever underwear he’d had on with them. Jay raised his own butt to get himself out of the way, but his gaze remained firmly on his prize.
Goodness gracious.
Jay had seen other men’s cocks before, of course—the den he’d been raised in wasn’t exactly puritanical with its nudity standards—but never one that was his to touch. His to play with.
“You’re bigger than I am,” he found himself saying, nibbling at his lower lip.
Alexei graced him with a soft chuckle. “Well, that makes sense, kitten. I’m a bigger guy.”
Jay hummed his agreement, even knowing it didn’t always work that way. He liked the size of Alexei’s body very much. Jay felt so secure in the big human’s lap, settled on his strong, broad thighs.
Alexei’s cock was standing at attention, and Jay felt a fierce, burning satisfaction, knowing the human was attracted to him enough to be hard without Jay having even touched him yet. He was uncut, like Jay, but the red head of his cock was peeking out from the hood of his foreskin.
Jay wanted to lick it. He really did. He wanted his mouth all over that thing.
But he was also very keyed up and turned on, and he didn’t trust his fangs not to come out accidentally, so maybe it was best if he kept his mouth to himself for now.
Jay looked up from the source of his fascination to see amusement shining in Alexei’s colorful eyes. It wasn’t mocking or cruel though. Jay knew the difference. “You’re looking at my cock like it’s a slice of birthday cake,” Alexei said.
“Oh, much better than cake,” Jay breathed, twisting his hands together to keep himself from grabbing too soon.
Alexei noticed the movement because of course he did. “You can touch,” he told Jay.
Jay reached out with one finger, petting at the silky head, spreading the drops of precum around. When his finger dipped under Alexei’s foreskin, the human hissed softly.
Jay halted his movements. “Does that feel good?” he asked tentatively.
“Everything about you feels good, kitten.”
Warmth hummed in Jay’s chest. He felt exactly the same way. Still. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he reminded Alexei.
“I know enough for the both of us.”
“Have you been with many people?” Jay asked, pushing the excess skin back from Alexei’s cock head and tracing at a vein with his finger.
“Not too many.” Alexei was sounding a little strained. “Enough.”
Jay’s beastie gave a restless shake at that. It was feeling awfully possessive, really. But Jay was glad at least one of them knew what he was doing. He tore his gaze off his own hand and met Alexei’s eyes again. “Show me what to do, please.”
Alexei immediately wrapped his broad hand around Jay’s and started moving them both, working his cock in the rhythm Jay had to assume he preferred. It was surprisingly slow, and when Jay cocked his head, considering that, Alexei seemed to read his mind, answering the unspoken question. “I don’t want this to end too quickly.”
Jay couldn’t help preening a little at that. He loved that this human was attracted to him. That he was worried Jay would give him too much pleasure rather than too little.
They stroked together for who could say how long, and then Alexei removed his hand and let Jay take over. Jay was fascinated with all the little grunts and groans he was able to draw out of Alexei’s once taciturn mouth, the little “perfect” he would occasionally throw out.
But soon it wasn’t enough. Jay squirmed on Alexei’s thighs, strangely restless. “I want to be kissing you,” he grumbled.
Maybe that was rude to say? Would Alexei think he was getting greedy?
But Alexei’s eyes, half-lidded and drowsy-looking, flashed with heat. “Fucking hell, kitten. Anytime you want.”
Jay scooted forward, eager. He licked into the human’s mouth, humming with happiness at the taste. It took him a minute to realize his hand had stopped moving. Alexei hadn’t made any protest, had just taken Jay’s kissing in glorious stride. Jay broke the kiss, frustrated with himself. “It’s hard to focus,” he complained. “You smell so good.”
He wasn’t sure if Alexei would understand what he meant by that. Jay wanted to…burrow, almost. To bury himself in the sensation of being kissed, in the wonderful feeling of Alexei holding him, surrounding him. But it was hard to do that and also do a good job with his hand on Alexei’s cock.
How did everyone else manage multitasking like this?
Alexei didn’t look frustrated with him though. He smiled lazily—so pretty, when he smiled like that—and traced a finger around the waistline of Jay’s sweatpants. “Can I touch you instead, kitten? Show you how good it feels?”
How was Jay supposed to say no? He nodded, not trusting his own voice, leaning back so Alexei could delve into Jay’s pants, fishing out Jay’s leaking, aching cock. Jay moaned at the contact.
“Gorgeous,” Alexei murmured, licking his lips like Jay was some sort of delicious dessert he was about to cut into.
Jay’s face felt hot. “I’m not gorgeous,” he protested.
He wasn’t. Cute, maybe. Adorable, sometimes. Weird, often. But nobody ever called him gorgeous.
He squeaked when Alexei gave his cock a little tug. “You are. So gorgeous.”
Jay couldn’t find it in himself to correct him again. There was a hand. On his cock. Not Jay’s hand. Someone else’s hand.
Jay had thought they’d be working together; Alexei working his cock and him working Alexei’s, but instead, the human gently knocked Jay’s hand away, wrapping both their members in his big grip.
Jay whimpered. Ohh, that was nice. So very nice. He liked that quite a bit. The way it felt. The way it looked: the two of them pressed together, the difference in their sizes so apparent and so weirdly…hot.
Like, super-duper hot.
Alexei used his free hand to cup the back of Jay’s head, pulling him in for another kiss. Jay whimpered again into his mouth as Alexei set an easy rhythm. “Is that good, kitten?”
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Yes. But I should— For you. I should be making you feel good.”
Alexei’s laugh was low and throaty. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you on my lap like this? You are making me feel good, kitten. The way you smell. The way you look right now, flushed and fucked out and desperate. Move your hips. Just like that. Fuck into my fist. We’re not stopping until your cum is coating us both.”
Well, holy hell. Jay hadn’t known people talked like that outside of dirty books and porn. But he liked it. He liked it so much. Alexei’s hand felt way better than his own ever had, especially with the soft, sticky slide of their cocks pressed together. Even more so with Alexei’s mouth pressed to his, their tongues brushing up against each other.
Jay didn’t realize he’d changed until the coppery sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. Alexei must have cut his tongue on Jay’s fang. His body jerked underneath Jay’s, and the human groaned loudly.
And then Jay could feel it. A new warmth on his cock. It was cum. Alexei’s cum. Jay whined, so turned on he couldn’t communicate properly, could only suck Alexei’s tongue into his mouth even harder as he and his beastie both reveled in the taste.
Alexei didn’t stop. He was so much more responsible than Jay that way, because his hand kept moving, bringing Jay up, up to the edge, until all that heat and electricity that had been building steadily in his stomach, in his spine, just…exploded.
Jay tore his mouth away and tucked his head against Alexei’s neck as his body shuddered with the force of it.
He nuzzled there, even after the trembling stopped. Not to bite, just because it felt so dang good all curled up against him, feeling the steady movement of Alexei’s chest as he panted.
Jay had done that. He’d made Alexei come.
Well, he hadn’t done that, exactly. Alexei had. But it was Jay’s presence that had had him so turned on. That was what Alexei had said, when he’d been saying all those nice, dirty words.
After a long moment, Jay felt Alexei’s hand on his cheek, urging him up. Before Jay could even think to push the beastie back fully, Alexei was grabbing onto his face with both hands, staring so intensely. So…intimately.
He smiled at Jay, and Jay felt positively spoiled with the number of those smiles he was getting from his stern regular. “Like I said,” Alexei murmured. “Gorgeous.”
Jay felt too good to protest this time. So relaxed. So content. So full.
He smiled back at Alexei, probably a little goofily. “I think you’re the nicest human I’ve ever met.”
Alexei laughed then. A full laugh, easy and smooth. “I’m really, really not. But I like being nice to you.”
Jay liked it too.
Jay loved when family dinner fell on a Monday.
It made up for him not having any work to do, no café to go to, even to pop in and check in on his coworkers. He did that sometimes, and Alicia always made sure to give him a free coffee drink, winking and warning him not to tell Colin, and then Colin would always make sure to give him a free pastry, frowning and warning him not to tell Alicia.
He wasn’t allowed to bring any food to family dinner, of course, but he was allowed to bring the wine. Roman had admitted, after extensive taste tests, that Jay knew how to choose a wine.
Because I taught you so well, Johann.
Vee’s voice in his head caught Jay by surprise. He hadn’t heard it in…well, not since he’d seen Alexei in the alleyway. How funny, that he didn’t really hear her in his head when Alexei was around. Too many other things to focus on, he supposed.
Alexei’s scrumptious smell. The way it felt touching him. The way it felt being touched by him. Jay did a little happy shimmy at the memory, pressing Danny’s doorbell even though he knew he was welcome to come in without doing so, just because he liked hearing the little chime.
Maybe by next week, he’d even be able to bring something he’d made himself! Syrniki. Wouldn’t that be nice.
He was ushered in by Danny, who let Jay open the wine and fill up glasses while he and Roman put the finishing touches on dinner—some creamy French chicken dish that smelled like yummy garlic.
Jay liked that Danny insisted on a weekly family dinner with human food, even though none of them technically needed it. He liked even more that Danny included Jay in it, even though he wasn’t technically family, neither a Kingman brother nor significant other.
Soren and Gabe arrived not too long after Jay, holding hands like they always did anytime they were in the same room. Danny liked to tease that they were Velcroed together, but Jay could tell it made him happy to see it. Danny always got this glowing, pleased look, seeing his older brother so content.
Gabe and Danny hugged while Soren—who was the most dressed up of all of them, wearing some elegant silk blouse and tapered black pants—shot Jay a smirk. “Jaybird, what have I told you about arriving fashionably late?”
“That I’m terrible at it because I’m too eager for everything all the time.”
“Exactly,” Soren said, but he gave Jay a kiss on the cheek anyway, which was unexpected and extra nice.
Gabe gave Jay a little shoulder squeeze in greeting, looking like he’d let Soren dress him again; his shirt was much too tight for it to have been his own choice in clothing.
Jay beamed up at him. He liked Soren’s mate. He was very nice to Jay and also quite handsome. He might even have been Jay’s type—tall and strong with nicely large hands—if he weren’t so perfect for Soren already. Gabe’s presence in Soren’s life had made Jay’s old friend kind of…soft, in a way he’d never been before. Jay approved. Soren deserved nice things. He’d had too much bad in his life before, and it wasn’t really fair at all, because underneath all the snark and the sass, he had a big, giant heart.
That was a little secret, though, just among the family. And Jay.
They all sat down to eat, catching up on hospital gossip (in the case of Danny and Gabe), and Ferdy updates (in the case of Danny and Soren). Roman mostly watched his mate, his every reaction to the conversation in tune with what made Danny smile, or frown, or wave his fork around in excitement.
