Last Chance (7 page)

Gasping for a full breath, he stroked faster. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his knuckles graze his balls. Delightful flickers of lust hummed beneath his skin.

His knees buckled, but he managed to stay upright, letting the wall hold him up. His orgasm teetered on the edge of his consciousness. Hair plastered around his cheeks and shoulders. Beads of water dripped on the shower floor, pale pink dots swirling down the drain. The fragrant vanilla steam now smelled of sweat and blood. He was choking on the aroma. He shut his eyes, on the brink of an orgasm.

“Holy shit!”

His eyes snapped open. Stu stood on the other side of the glass door, now open, staring with those all-knowing eyes as the escaping steam billowed around him.

“Oh God,” Aric croaked, his hand remaining on his aching cock. He slid down to his butt, his knees raised, his face bent in shame. Water pounded on his head, splashing droplets down his face.

He couldn't move…speak…think.

“Uh, you need some help?”

Aric's head shot up. “Huh?”

Stu was stripping in front of him. Off came a T-shirt, flying over Stu's head. Next, boxers slid down strapping legs, releasing a glorious cock set in a thick thatch of blond curls. Aric's stomach clenched at the sight of Stu naked, more handsome and beautiful than in his limited imagination.

Stu was trim, lean, and muscular—a powerful golden cat of prey aiming for the kill. And Aric was the meal deal of the month.

Aric choked on air and tried desperately to knock sense back into his head. He couldn't give in. He still had his principles. But the sight of Stu blew apart all reason.

Pale fuzz dusted Stu's broad chest. His face was unreadable except for his eyes, now navy blue, darkened by lust or maybe shock. Aric could believe either, his own senses muddled in a confusion of soapsuds, steam, and desire.

Stu's muscles rippled as he stepped into the shower and closed the door. “God, you're breaking my heart, looking like that.”

Aric hit the back of his head on the shower wall. “Hey, look. You don't have to—”

“Oh yes, I fucking do.”

Stu let the spray wash over him as he knelt before Aric, sweeping his hair away from his cheeks. Aric almost swooned at his electrifying touch. When did he ever swoon? Everything around him became surreal; this naked man in front of him promised so much.

Denial of his urges became almost impossible, but he had to ask. “This is crazy. Have you ever been with a guy?”

“No, but it can't be that hard. We're a lot less complicated than women.” Stu lifted Aric's bloodied arm, a frown crossing his face. “What's this?” He pressed the pad of his finger to one of the fresh puncture marks.

Trapped into this crazy situation, Aric swept aside all common sense. “I'm morphing into a fucking vampire, idiot. Those are from taking my own blood.”

Stu scratched his head. “I thought so.” He wiped the bloodied punctures with his fingers and let the water wash the blood from his hand. “You're feeding on yourself, then?”

Without waiting for Aric's response, Stu stood and shut off the water, then stepped out of the shower and returned with two towels. He draped one around his neck and wrapped the other around Aric's shoulders. He took Aric's hand and lifted him to his feet, whispering, “Let's towel off.”

Aric stared into Stu's guileless eyes. “Didn't you hear what I said? I'm a
V-A-M-P-I-R-E
.”

“You don't have to spell it out. I'm not a moron.” He lifted the edge of Aric's top lip. “Your fangs aren't that impressive. I've seen worse.” Then he placed a kiss on Aric's cheek, keeping his hands on his shoulders.

What the hell
? Now, more than sex, he needed answers. “Why aren't you surprised, shocked, incredulous? How did you know it was a strix? How come you—”

Stu pressed three fingers to Aric's lips, shutting him up. “I'll explain…later.” Then he removed his fingers and replaced them with a scorching kiss.

Aric's questions smashed into a thousand pieces. By the time he pulled away from that burning kiss, he was lost. All he could think about was sex with Stu. “Fine,” he managed to say. “But I want an explanation later.”

Taking Stu's hand, he began his assault on Stu's fingers, his tongue circling the strong digits. It had been so long since he'd pleasured another man.

Stu took back his hand and slid the towel from around his neck. Starting with Aric's hair, he worked the towel downward, the roughness of the fabric stimulating Aric's nipples. “I like your piercing.”

Stu traced the hoop with his finger, careful not to pull at it. Then he bent his head down and sucked the ring and nub into his mouth. Aric gasped, for Stu had quickly discovered one of his weaknesses. He loved his nipples being teased and the simmering ache from a tug of his piercing. Wishing it to go on forever, he groaned without a care as Stu licked the sensitive flesh.

Then Stu moved away, and Aric felt the chill in the air. Stu swept a heated gaze down the entire length of his body. The towel brushed along his nipples again, causing another sweet ache to set off fireworks in his groin. He arched into the towel, and Stu caught on, concentrating on the two rosy circles.

“One of your sweet spots, eh?” Stu bent down again and gently tugged at the hoop with his teeth.

Aric was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness. Oh, did he want to fuck this guy! His body buzzed from too much excitement. His hands crept toward Stu's ass. His mind was split in half, his cock needing a screw—badly—and his heart wildly in flight. All thoughts flittered and disappeared as his throbbing nipples were engulfed by Stu's warm mouth. All reason ceased between Stu's sucking and licking and the nubby fibers of towel sending lustful prickles of heat down his limbs.

Aric leaned his back against the wall to steady his legs, his heart racing into overdrive. They would never get out of the shower at this rate. Did he even care? Forget the damn bed. Better to take what he could get now before Stu changed his mind.

Aric reveled in the pampering as Stu continued drying him off. Stu knelt to wipe the tops of his feet and slowly moved upward. The tender care was alien to Aric. His muscles tightened as the intensity of desire rippled through him. He was about to pull away when the towel brushed his balls, sending a jolt of lust between his thighs and shaking the core of any resistance he had left.

Stu raised his chin. Pale brows framed thickly lashed eyes. His hand leisurely slid up and down Aric's thigh, teasing as it curved between his legs, nearing Aric's steel-hard balls.

Aric reached down for his cock, but Stu blocked his hand. “Don't be so eager.”

Eager?
Hell, he was going to fly out of his skin! Enough of Stu's teasing.

Aric demanded the dominant role in his relationships, never relinquishing his control to anyone. Especially not to someone as young and inexperienced as Stu. Aric jerked the towel off from around his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He grabbed Stu's wrists and yanked him to his feet, then pulled him to his chest and clamped his arms around his neck.

Aric whispered in Stu's ear, “I'm not into slow.”

Then he kissed Stu—hungrily, greedily, not holding back. The young pup was going to get his first lesson on getting it on with another man.

Stu stiffened under Aric's strong grasp, the towel slipping from his hand. Then he relaxed into the demanding kiss, his hands caressing Aric's smooth, damp back. Their tongues met with equal force. Kissing a guy was nothing like kissing a girl. He expected a soft, gentle Aric, not the rough grip and challenging tongue; it was overwhelming, out of control, and a total turn-on.

Aric pulled back, and Stu gasped, surprised by the gulp of air entering his lungs. Aric pinched his ass and slyly smiled.

He laughed at Aric's foxy grin. Gone was the skittish nerd, replaced by a confident seducer of men. At that moment, he understood Aric expected him to be the submissive one. Shocked that he didn't care, he would do anything to keep this devilish guy from escaping his grasp.

For a slim man, Aric held him in a viselike grip. Being held like this, in such a compromising situation, excited him. Aric's restless lips desensitized his skin, leaving a numb buzz wherever those lips touched. He dug his fingers into the lush hair and yanked Aric's head back. The vulnerable curve of Aric's neck was there for the taking, and Stu kissed a trail down to his collarbone.

Aric's hands were all over him—chest, arms, butt, thighs.

Butterflies fluttered in Stu's stomach. He held Aric to his mouth, venturing a kiss. Fingers twisted gently in his pubic hair before resting on the tip of his cock. A moan burst from his chest and reverberated into Aric's mouth. Aric smiled against his lips and ran the pad of his finger across the slit.

He gripped Aric's shoulders, his fingers catching hair, his nails digging into the delicate skin. “Oh God, it feels good.”

A strong hand fisted around his cock. “Are you sure you want this?” Aric nipped Stu's neck, then followed with a kiss to ease the sting. “I can hurt you, you know.”

Hurt? How
? Stu stilled. Would Aric suck his blood? Should he care? No way could Aric really hurt him. Stu's kind was immune to a vampire's powers, and anyway, he was too far gone to worry about Aric sucking his blood. He licked his lips, then smiled, half intent on kissing Aric again.

He leaned in, his hands curving the contour of Aric's slender hips. He gripped the taut skin, feeling bone. He didn't want Aric to bolt, but then, he wouldn't. Aric was in control, and if his smile was any indication, he was enjoying himself too much. Looking into Aric's gaze, he saw only desire in those eyes.

“But you
won't
hurt me,” Stu said. “Whatever you want, I'll do it.”

“The big man on campus willing to submit that easily?”
Aric mused aloud, his eyes smoldering.

Steam swirled around them, dampening the walls and floor and misting the glass shower door. The room smelled of sex between two men. Raw, spicy, and heated.

“I'm not such a big man—”

“I'd say you're very adequate.”

A blush seared Stu's cheeks as he focused on his aching cock.

Aric's lips curved into a smile. “You're not a virgin, are you?”

“Fuck no.” Although Stu could count on one hand how many times he'd had sex with women.

Aric's smile twisted slightly. “Maybe we shouldn't—”

Stu lunged into Aric and kissed him, thrusting his tongue inside the moist, bittersweet mouth. That was not all he thrust; he rubbed his erection against Aric's, letting him know how much he wanted this. At this moment, they were the only two people who existed, and nothing else mattered.

He pulled away long enough to ask, “What do I do? Tell me.”

“Just enjoy the ride. I'm surprised you've never been tempted in the locker room. Maybe with your best friend?”

Aric stroked and squeezed Stu's cock, his voice a faint sound in Stu's brain.

“I guess comparing dicks and stuff like that.”

“Sweet.
Naive too. You're in for a treat, then.” Aric gave a hard squeeze to Stu's cock before taking both of their dicks in his crafty hands.