Bites & Bruises (ManxMan)

Eleven

Bang.

I stirred in my sleep, the erotic dream I was having being disturbed by the loud noise.

Marius was watching me, his face contoured with pleasure as he rested his head back against the wall. He was gloriously naked and the look he wore had my insides trembling with desire. I wanted to move, to crawl over to him and kiss my way up his legs before taking his hard cock in my mouth however, I was bound against the bed, rope tight against my wrists.

He stroked himself from root to tip and back again with deliberate slowness, making sure all my attention was on him and oh boy was it. The urge to run my tongue over the purple veins in his cock had me whimpering and tugging at the restraints yet all the vampire did was flash that gorgeous grin.

Bang.

"You want this don't you?"

My hips flexed, gaze trailing up to meet his stormy eyes that were alight with desire. Desire for me. I could feel myself straining against the thin material of my boxers and I couldn't help but wish I was naked too, wanting, no, needing Marius to touch me.

"I do, please, please."

Pushing himself off against the wall, he prowled forward and came to stand at the end of the bed, looking at me for a long, lingering moment before he settled between my parted legs and ever so slowly bent down to start running his lips up my legs.

I felt his teeth at my ankle, causing me to shiver and then Marius went on to plant kisses along my skin to my knee, his hand coming out to caress my thigh on my other leg. His gentle nature was driving me crazy; wanting so much more than soft touches and whispered sweet nothings.

Bang.

The need to be taken, broken, dominated overwhelmed me and I let out a noise of desperation.

Marius, true to his nature, merely chuckled at me before he finally reached my inner thighs, his lips locked around my skin before ducking, marking me as his. That alone filled me with a hunger I never knew existed until that very moment.

I need to feel you against my cock, I thought with a whimpering moan. I need your body over mine.

His mouth got closer, tongue brushing against my heavy balls through my underwear and just when his hands reached up to tug at the waistband, I jolted upright gasping as I blinked away my slumber.

I couldn't help but let out a noise of secular frustration when I felt my cock throb with the need to be touched. Again? Really?

For the last few nights I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Marius. His lips, his eyes, his muscular body. Just everything about him drove me crazy and the need to have him over me was starting to get to me.

At this rate you'll be begging for his touch. My subconscious sneered, you little slut.

My cheeks burned and yet I couldn't help but think about the erotic dream I had just been having. What I would give to have Marius want me like I want him, I mused softly.

Getting up, I slowly pulled on a pair of jeans, trying to think of something other than the older vampire. I didn't exactly want to go out with a raging hard on.

A knock at my door brought me from the lingering remains of my dream and I looked around wildly for one of my larger t-shirts, knowing it would hide my crotch and evident arousal.

I barely had enough time to say, "Come in." Before the door was opening.

They wasted no time and I had just managed to pull a top over my head and get it into place before Rosá was standing there, looking grumpy considering the fact she had slept through the day.