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“Oh, don’t pull the Daddy voice on me. It’s totally unfair. All I meant was that you like control, so no wonder you dread having to compromise and find a way to work with other people’s preferences. But don’t worry, vampy.” He cranes his head and captures my earlobe with his teeth, sending a shock of desire down my spine. “I’ve only lost a game of poker once.”
Chapter 13
Hayden
It’s been a long time since I had so much fun without worrying whether someone would make a nasty joke about my piss-poor sad life. Leander’s vampire friends are a fun and loud bunch, laughing and cheering at my dumb jokes as I win hand after hand and ensure my broody vamp Daddy won’t have to go out of his comfort zone and deal with putting together a trip.
If you ask me, it’s an awesome way to spend an afternoon or two, especially if you will be going as well. The furthest I’ve gotten is the next state over, so I’d be all over that shit. In fact, maybe I should lose so I can offer to help him set up the trip in exchange for taking me with him.
Unfortunately, it’s too late to sabotage my winning streak. Maybe next time… Though I am not sure if there will be one. The thought makes me a little sad. It shouldn’t, because all of this is a temporary farce, but it does.
We move to the patio out back once the other vamps have congratulated me for kicking their butts. There is an open pool with a floating bar, which isn’t really floating. It’s a stationary bar that’s erected over the water with inflatable ‘stools’ and a massive sun umbrella which is currently down. Red lights illuminate the pool’s mosaic, making it look like I’m swimming in blood, and fairy lights hang from the Greek columns and archways cresting the space.
Everything is just so fancy. But not in an in-your-face tacky way. It’s like Leander’s home—opulent, but stylish.
I grab a glass of something—wine I think—and take a sip, frowning at the taste. I prefer whiskey and gin. I’ve never been a fan of wine.
“Enjoying yourself?” Leander appears from somewhere, leaning against the lip of the pool next to me. He’s wearing the velvety robe the two of us were handed since we didn’t bring any swimsuits, which really is an oversight on his side—he knew his friend had a pool. I just undressed to my briefs and got in like this, but my vamp’s sporting the sexy rich-people robe.
“I am.” I nod enthusiastically, raking my gaze over the pool. “What’s with you wearing the robe, by the way? Too shy to be in your underwear like us common folk?”
He perches an eyebrow, that hint of a smile upturning his pinkish lips. “I am not wearing any.”
His matter-of-fact delivery snags a huff out of me. “Again?” I trace the button line up his robe with my index finger, slipping under the hem when it starts to open up at his sternum. His skin is soft and cool and looks even paler than during the day. “And why am I finding out about this just now?”
He twists his body toward me, cocking his hip against the pool’s wall. “You didn’t ask.”
Mental note: always ask if Leander is wearing underwear when we go out.
“This is the kind of information that you should volunteer, vampy.”
His smile morphs into a seductive smirk. “I just did, didn’t I?”
I place the glass on the tiny low table next to my towel, step in, and shove my hand under his robe. His dick is semi-hard when I grasp it, warmer than the rest of him and the surrounding water. He lets out a small moan, his voice pitching a little deeper and getting straight to my cock.
“Have you ever had an underwater blowjob?”
He thinks about it for a few seconds that spur my heart into a wild run. “I don’t believe I have.”
I squeeze the head of his dick, rubbing that spot on the underside where it gives way to his shaft. He purrs in pleasure, his striking green eyes fluttering closed, and he spreads his legs a little further to accommodate for my fondling.
Capturing his earlobe with my teeth, I speed up my strokes. “Do you want one? I kind of really want to suck you right now.”
Leander hums, definitely interested. His lips capture mine in a quick kiss, his tongue barely slipping into my mouth before he’s pulled back and draped his arms over the pool’s lip in a relaxed position.
“I would love to fuck your mouth with my cock, Hayden. But I don’t think Vivian will be thrilled at having to change the water because you made me come in her pool.”
I grin like one of those ‘naughty teenagers’ about to be spanked by a porn star silverfox Santa. “Who said you’ll be coming in her pool?”
Licking my lips to accentuate what I mean, I aim my sexiest ever suggestive expression his way. The green in his eyes intensifies to that glowing gem-like quality, making it impossible to tear myself away from them. God, I just love when he looks at me like I am the most irresistible thing in the entire world.
No one has done it before. No friend, no hookup, no stranger I met in a random bar downtown. So why does he? Is it the sex? We are crazy compatible, sure, but I bet the sex he has is always good. He could literally have anyone, and yet he picked me. A nobody with less than a hundred bucks in my bank account and a hockey obsession.
Leander grabs my hair and smashes my mouth into his. The kiss is deep and dirty, firing my brain functions as his taste and scent envelop me whole. “Make sure you swallow every last drop, or I won’t fuck you tonight.”
I begin to protest that, but I don’t get far. He digs his fingers in my hair and pushes me underwater. My head spins as his rigid cock fills my vision, a rush of want and adrenaline lighting up every nerve ending I possess. Two minutes. Three tops. That’s how much I have to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had.
Taking a moment to prevent myself from choking on my limited air, I stare at Leander’s thick shaft and the way it tappers a little before the bulbous crown. I fucking love feeling it inside me. The way it stretches me as he thrusts, the pleasure it elicits all across my body when he slides out, the way it pulses when he comes inside me. When he breeds me, because it really felt that way.