Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Nick Stecki is still hard at work bringing the audiobook version of Cold Hard Cash to life and I’m expecting a publishing date next week for my new delicious vampire novel… here’s a little taste! Enjoy!
Warnings: NSFW/spankings/smut/vamp stuff
“And you!” Frankie snapped, grabbing Snod’s wrist. “Outside! Now!”
Snod stumbled along as Frankie dragged him outside the club. The moment they were out of sight from any onlookers, Frankie held him close and blinked them into a secluded alley. For a dumb moment, Snod was hopeful that Frankie wanted privacy to give him that blowjob he had promised him.
But when he saw Frankie’s hands planted firmly on his hips and his beautiful face set in a furious scowl, he figured now would not be a good time to bring it up.
“On your fuckin’ knees,” Frankie snarled, pointing a long finger in Snod’s face.
Snod dropped immediately, unsure if his immediate compliance was voluntary or a result of Frankie’s power. Regardless, the fire he saw in Frankie’s eyes instantly transported him back to that first morning when Frankie had pinned him so aggressively on the sofa.
“You are such an immature, selfish, insecure fucking brat!” Frankie seethed, his fangs fully bared and hissing savagely. “I step away for a few precious moments, a few fucking seconds, and you just had to come barging over like a total jackass!”
Snod still hadn’t been given permission to speak, so he had no choice but to listen to Frankie’s rage. There was something strangely enticing about seeing him so angry and while Snod couldn’t explain it, he could feel himself getting undeniably hard.
“You had no right to say that to Mark!” Frankie continued to shout. “For fuck’s sake! We’re not together, Obe! I am not yours! I care about you, I do. I am willing to give you a chance when the blood wears off if you really want to be with me. But who’s to say you’re not just gonna wake up one morning and suddenly decide you don’t wanna date an unholy creature, huh? And then what?”
Snod frowned, his cock continuing to stiffen uncomfortably in his pants.
“You’re such an asshole, and you know what, so is Mark. You’re both fucking assholes!” Frankie raked his hands through his hair, groaning loudly. “God, what is wrong with me, am I just attracted to fucking jerks? God, ugh!”
Snod thought Frankie’s lips looked particularly pretty as he panted and huffed, even more turned on as he watched him get more and more worked up. Frankie was unfairly sexy when he was angry, and Snod was doing his best to listen, but it was getting difficult to focus.
“If we’re not gonna work out, I don’t need you burning my bridges over some petty, bullshit jealousy,” Frankie went on. “I’m crazy about Mark, but you… I could be crazy about you, too. But I have to know that you really want this. That you want me.”
Snod wished he could speak, although it was probably better that he didn’t. All he could think was that he did want Frankie. He wanted him far too much. He reached out for him, gently resting his hands on his thighs and smothering his cheek against his hip.
Frankie gasped softly, his hands moving over Snod’s neck, his nails digging in hard. The moment they touched, the desire between them became inescapable. Frankie was pressing closer, growling softly when Snod slid a hand back over his ass.
“Stand up,” he ordered sharply. “Right now.”
Snod was up on his feet and wrapping himself around Frankie in a second. He mouthed along his throat, backing Frankie up against the brick. He would fuck him right here if he could. All he could think about was coming, grinding their hips together as he sought out friction.
“No,” Frankie snarled suddenly, grabbing Snod by his neck and switching their positions. He pressed him face first against the wall, hissing angrily in his ear, “Tell me truthfully; do you think you deserve pleasure after the way you’ve behaved?”
Snod groaned, grateful that he could speak again as he croaked softly, “No… no, I don’t. I want you… I want you to punish me. I’ve crossed you and I need to be punished.” He closed his eyes, vividly recalling the way Frankie had spanked him before. He burned deep inside to feel that again, pleading, “Please.”
Frankie made a soft sound, something strangled and urgent, his free hand sliding down to cup Snod’s ass through his pants. “Do you want me to spank you, Obe?”
“Yes,” Snod whined, shamelessly arching into Frankie’s touch.
“Fuck,” Frankie hissed, squeezing Snod’s ass greedily. “Drop your pants. Right fucking now.”
Snod wouldn’t have needed to be under Frankie’s spell to obey. He was so desperate, jerking his pants and underwear down around his knees without any thought to who might be able to see them. He plastered himself across the wall, groaning as his cock rubbed against the cool and rough brick. “Fuck…”
“You embarrassed me!” Frankie growled, barely giving Snod any time to brace himself before his hand came down on his ass with a violent smack. “You made a total fool out of me in front of Mark!”
“You were beyond disrespectful!”
“Yes,” Snod gasped, each brutal spanking rocking his hips against the wall. The burn was making his dick ache, grinding against the brick even though it hurt. He felt so very small with Frankie crowded behind him, holding him so firmly in place as the burn in his cheeks made his eyes water. “I was bad… I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry…”
Frankie was relentless, purring in Snod’s ear, “I know you are, Obe. That’s okay. I’m going to help you learn. I’m going to teach you how to be good for me…” He spanked Snod’s ass again, hard enough to make him cry out. “There, my good boy. You’re taking it so well…”
“Fuck, Frankie!” Snod whimpered, clawing at the wall and humping the brick as he sought out friction. The pain was making every other part of his body especially sensitive and he knew he was going to come soon, just from the smack of Frankie’s hand and grinding against the wall like a dog. He whined anxiously, his face flushing with shame as he cried, “I’m gonna come… I’m-“
“No,” Frankie said, his cool fingers sliding around to cruelly squeeze Snod’s cock.
“Urghh!” Snod grunted, the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over him knocked back into a frustrated puddle. He was sweating and on edge, trying to thrust into Frankie’s hand. “Please…?”
“This is a punishment, remember?” Frankie gave Snod’s cock a firm squeeze before letting go. He nipped at his shoulder, pressing his own hard cock into Snod’s hip as he scoffed, “You don’t deserve to come, Obe. Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, not until I’m satisfied…”
“Then let me satisfy you,” Snod pleaded, reaching back to grab Frankie’s side to keep him close. “Allow me to earn your forgiveness, Frankie. I can take you right here, right now, however you want me. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Mmm, Obe…” Frankie’s fangs grazed over Snod’s throat as he considered the juicy offer before pulling away suddenly. “No. This is a problem. We can’t just fuck the problem away. Especially when the fucking is part of the damn problem!”
“But I want you!” Snod groaned impatiently, pounding his fist into the brick. “I want you more than anything.”
“You want to have sex with me,” Frankie steadily corrected him, pulling his pants back up with a long sigh and affectionately patting his shoulder.
“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch Disney movies with you,” Snod tried, earnest and vulnerable. The alcohol was an extremely liberating potion, and soon he couldn’t believe the things he was saying. “I want to fall asleep next to you, and wake up with you. I want to cook for you, even though you can’t eat it. Oh, but you could still watch me. I want to drink more with you. Shirts. I want to fold shirts. Match socks. Dance.”
Frankie was honestly touched, warmth flowing over the bond and seeping right into Snod’s chest. He cradled his face lovingly, allowing him to draw back in for a tender embrace. His eyes were bright, gazing warmly at Snod as he said, “One month… if you still want that in one month, then yes. You can have it all.”
Snod had to kiss him, their mouths passionately crashing against one another’s. He didn’t care about learning that stupid name or returning to the Order in that moment. His heart was pushing him right into this beautiful vampire’s arms, and he never wanted to leave.
The temperature of their kiss turned to boiling within moments, Frankie again being the one with some semblance of willpower and pulling away before things went too far.
“We need to get back and check on Lorenzo,” Frankie said, adjusting his glasses that had been knocked askew during their heated make out. “No telling what kind of trouble he’s gotten into.”
Reaching down to shift his uncomfortably erect cock, Snod scowled but nodded obediently. His cheeks were still blazing hot from Frankie’s strong hand and he was eager for release. He glanced at Frankie, grinning shyly. He didn’t have the heart to ask out loud, but he could definitely think it.
“You lost all your blowiob privileges when you decided to tell Mark about all the sex we’re no longer having!” Frankie huffed, aiming for angry but he was smiling wide. “Come on!”
Frankie brought Snod back to the club to check on his friend, walking with him arm in arm as they approached the dance floor. At first, Snod thought Lorenzo was having some kind of seizure. His long braids were whipping about violently and his body was shaking as his arms flailed around him.
Most of the other patrons had given him plenty of space, letting him convulse at a safe distance.
“Yup, it’s time to go,” Frankie sighed, weaving out onto the dance floor to retrieve him.
“Wait,” Snod said, gently reaching for Frankie’s hand. “I meant it, about… the dancing.”
“Huh?” Frankie laughed in surprise. “You mean… you want to right now?”
“Yes,” Snod said eagerly, desperately wanting to be close to Frankie again.
“One song,” Frankie said, holding up his index finger to emphasize his determination. “Just one, and then we have to get Lorenzo and go home.”
Snod grinned victoriously, eagerly wrapping his arms around Frankie. He stayed close, struggling to keep on rhythm. He wasn’t very good, but dancing gave him the chance to touch Frankie all over and he loved it. He blushed when Frankie’s hands grabbed his hips, helping him find the beat.
Dancing was a lot like sex, Snod began to learn. He wanted to thrust and slam, but Frankie was showing him how to roll his hips against his, seductively moving with the music. It was getting easier, and he smiled brightly when Frankie’s arms curled up around his neck.
The tempo of the music had dropped down, now a slow and throaty bass line that begged their bodies to grind together. Snod held Frankie’s hips, their foreheads pressed together as they danced, unable to tear himself away from those beautiful eyes for a second.
He knew Frankie wasn’t his boyfriend, but what if he could be? What if he forgot all about the Order, what if they could have a life together? With all the alcohol diluting his guilt, such a dream felt within reach.
His head was swimming beautifully. He could feel the bass reverberating in his bones, and the only sensation he could detect through the bond was pure joy. It was Frankie’s mixing in with his own, and Snod had never been so happy.
He wished the song could last forever, but the beat changed all too soon and Frankie was untangling their bodies.
“Let’s go,” Frankie said, taking Snod’s hand and leading him over to get a hold of Lorenzo.