A vampire on the run, Nicholas has the opportunity to make a home at Blue Moon House, if he is able to learn a new way of living. Is there anything he won’t do to stay? What will he do when he inevitably fails?
And your tease:
He took George by the upper arm and dragged him toward the bedrooms. It was obvious to Nicholas' nose which belonged to Emma and he opened the other. He pushed George in roughly so that he toppled into the bed, falling to the floor. Nicholas seized his shoulders and lifted him to his feet, kissing him roughly.
George moaned into his mouth, his knees weak. Nicholas tossed him atop the bed and unfastened his own pants.
“Undress quickly, George, or I will tear the clothes from your body.” The man's eyes burned and he held still. For a moment, Nicholas thought that was exactly what he wanted. Then George began furiously removing shoes, hose and upward to waistcoat and shirt
George hadn't removed his shirt by the time Nicholas stood naked. Grabbing the collar, he pulled the entire back of the shirt free, the cuffs and sleeves falling around George's wrists.
The man's breath came in gasping pants again, his slender cock once more at full length, still shorter than Nick's. “Before you get to put that into me, I expect repayment for earlier.” He stroked himself to eliminate any confusion.
George fell on hands and knees on the bed, reaching out to where Nicholas stood and taking cock in hand. Nicholas hadn't expected the man's mouth, but he was hardly disappointed. He closed his eyes and took two handfuls of George's hair, forcing himself deeper into the man's throat. George gurgled and looked up in adoration. His long lashes fluttered with tears caught on them from Nicholas' rough treatment.
Nicholas slapped George's bare ass, making him yelp around Nick. It was so satisfying, Nicholas repeated the procedure on the other cheek. This time George moaned and lapped at Nick more avidly.
“Your mouth feels good, George, but I want something else.” He caressed the man's backside. “Something even smoother.”
He seemed to whimper. “Of course, sir.” He moved to get off the bed, but Nicholas stopped him.
“Roll over,” he demanded.
George lay on his back and Nicholas turned him, positioning him so his legs dangled off the mattress. “Oil.”
George pointed and Nicholas found a vial behind the washstand with a facsimile penis. He held the dildo for a moment then compared it to himself. “I think you might be ill-prepared,” he taunted, showing George how much more slender the fake was.
He groaned and fell back to the mattress. “Perhaps, sir, but I would much rather have you.”
“That is good because I'm not about to stop now.” He poured the oil on his erection and pushed George's ankles to his ears. Taking his hands, he made sure the man had a hold of his own calves. “Don't let go.”
Nicholas spread the man's cheeks wider, using an oiled finger to delve and tease. Curling and prodding, he listened for George to approach climax, adding a second finger when it didn't come quickly.
“You feel amazing,” George said, not looking toward Nick.
“That's not me,” he said just before thrusting hard and quick, his entire length stretching the man open.