by C. L. Parker
“That’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” he asked as he watched me. I looked back down between my legs and was immediately entranced by the sight. “My thick cock fucking your beautiful, wet, tight pussy. I’m going to come all over that pretty little kitty of yours, Delaine.”
He drew in a long breath and then started pumping his hips faster and faster. It wasn’t exactly vamp speed, but it was pretty damn close. Yes, I felt some discomfort, but no, I didn’t care about it at all.
He gave me one of those sexy crooked smiles and then lunged forward with his teeth bared. I felt them graze across the flesh covering the artery in my neck, and then he sucked hard. The illusion that he’d created, a vampire tasting his mistress in the throes of passion, made me feel like I’d been picked up and slammed into an ocean of orgasmic bliss. It hit me so hard that I couldn’t make a sound; I don’t even think I was breathing. My mouth dropped open, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my back arched, and I dug my nails into the skin of Noah’s back to hold him to me.
He slowed his movements and did that unbelievable thing where he rolled his hips with each thrust, causing a delicious friction on my clit. The whole while, he moaned into my neck, and the vibrations from it shot straight to my core. I was sure my body was convulsing at that point, but he kept going. He finally released the skin on my neck and looked down on me with a devilish grin.
“My turn.” He pumped his hips feverishly. Each inward thrust made a smacking sound as skin met skin. I was acutely aware that his efforts were actually moving me back up in the seat, but it didn’t matter. I felt my walls clamp around him again as I was tossed on another wave in that ocean of orgasms.
“Goddamnit,” Noah muttered. And then he dropped my left leg and pulled his cock out of me just before his semen shot out in spurts. It was hot and thick against the smooth skin of my pussy, and I watched in rapt fascination as he slid his hand back and forth over his length. His chest heaved and his head fell back while a low moan reverberated through his chest.
I wanted to fuck him again, just so that I could see the replay.
When he’d emptied all of his seed, his head fell forward and he looked me in the eye. His pectoral muscles flexed as he inhaled deeply to settle his breathing. He blew out the air in a quick gush and then tilted his head to the side before he leaned forward and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.
“You okay, kitten?” he asked as he cupped my cheek with one hand and swept his thumb over my kiss-swollen lip.
I kissed the pad of his thumb and nodded lazily because that was all I could muster.
He rose to his feet and pulled his pants up enough to keep them from falling around his ankles. When he turned and walked toward the bar, his back dimples smiled at me and the Cooch gave them a coy wave. I guess the little hoochie was thinking of two-timing the Wonder Peen now.
Noah disappeared behind the bar, and I pulled my shirt down. Within seconds, he came back to me, carrying a wet towel.
“One of the many benefits of having a wet bar in the entertainment room,” he said with an amused look on his face. He cleaned up my girly parts with tender wipes against my flesh. “Are you sore now?” he asked as he stood and walked back toward the bar.
“Gaw, Noah!” I huffed and yanked my skirt down. “I appreciate your concern, but …” I trailed off, seeing the look of expectancy on his face. He was hoping I was sore.
“Yes, Noah,” I conceded. “You put a serious beating on the Cooch. I won’t be able to walk for days.”
Truthfully, my legs were sore, and the Cooch really was licking her wounds, albeit in blissful contentment.
He got a huge, conceited grin on his face and I knew I’d stroked his ego exceptionally well.
“Hey, Noah?” I said, getting his attention.
“Yes?”
“All those superhot vampires on TV with the tight little tushies, sex hair, and faces so beautiful they can make you orgasm with a single glance?” He quirked a disapproving eyebrow at me. “They don’t have a thing on you. You’re far sexier and way more exotic, and although I haven’t seen theirs, I’d find it really hard to believe any of them could have a bigger cock. You’re gold, baby.”
He laughed at me, then bit the corner of his lip. “Aw, shucks,” he said demurely. “You’re only saying that because it’s true.”
I laughed and shook my head at him. “You’re such a conceited ass.”
“There you go, talking about my ass again. You know this obsession of yours is bordering on being unhealthy.” He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to stand in front of him before wrapping my arms around his neck and encircling my waist.
I reached up on the tips of my toes and kissed him softly. He was no longer bleeding, and he didn’t wince in pain, so I swept my tongue across his bottom lip. He granted my nonverbal wish to deepen the kiss and softly stroked my tongue with his. It was the sweetest kiss we’d shared since my arrival. I hoped we’d have more of them, and found I didn’t hate myself for doing so.
Our business arrangement might not be so bad after all.
9
I SMELL BACON!
Lanie
My name is Lanie Talbot, and I … am an ass addict.
In my defense, Noah’s ass was ridonkulous. It was all round, firm, and perky. Two little dimples were perched right above it on his lower back, and then there was this little smooth slope that rounded out deliciously into two muscular cheeks that hollowed out when he flexed it. Add to that the creamy yumminess of the skin, and you had a vision of divine assness.
It was morning and Noah was lying on his stomach while I was perched on my side next to him. He was still sleeping, and I was gawking at all his naked glory. He had kicked the covers off sometime during the night, and when I woke I was immediately greeted with the glorious sight of his delicious body in its untainted form. He was magnificent. Although I loved the way his clothes hung on his frame, this was so much better.
I watched as his back rose and fell with his even breaths. Every muscle was defined, and my fingers twitched, wanting to reach out to trace them. His face was turned toward me, and I marveled at the length of his dark, thick lashes. The lack of shaving over the weekend had left a delectable shadow of a beard on his strong jaw. I rather liked it and made a mental note to try to find some way to convince him to wear it like that more often, corporate America be damned. His lips were slightly puckered and there was a tiny mar to the bottom one, a reminder of our erotic session from the day before, when he’d more than fulfilled my wicked little vamp fantasy.
A smile crept onto my lips and I reached forward to gently cup his face. As I delicately ran the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, he moaned before finally stirring. I knew I probably shouldn’t wake him before his alarm went off, but I couldn’t help myself. Lips like those had to be touched.
His eyes fluttered open and immediately met mine: swirling pools of green, brown, blue, and amber so rich and deep, you could drown in them.
“G’mornin’,” his scratchy morning voice greeted me. He puckered his lips and kissed the pad of my thumb.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” I lied, and pulled my hand away.
“’S okay. What time is it?” He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him. He groaned when he read it and flipped onto his back. “Fuck. I need to get up and go in to work.” He sighed and ran his hands over his face.
“Do you want me to make you some breakfast?”
His hands fell from his face and he looked at me in surprise. “You can cook?”
I giggled at him, because apparently I was going soft. “Yes, Noah. We simple blue-collar folk actually have to do that sort of thing, unless we want to die of starvation.”
“Can you make bacon and eggs?” His face wore this adorable little hopeful expression.
I rolled my eyes and nodded. “How do you like your eggs cooked?”
“Over medium?”
“I
can do that, Noah. I can make you breakfast like that,” I said seductively, making a play on his words from the night before. You’d have thought I was offering him the same damn thing he had been offering me, because I swear he got a hard-on.
“Sweet! I’ll just go grab a shower and get dressed.” He was out of bed in the blink of an eye, and I was left to stare after him. Yes, I was ogling the ass masterpiece, the assterpiece.
I slid out of bed as well and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It would do until I was able to take a shower myself. Once downstairs, I grabbed a skillet from one of those fancy-schmancy thingamabobs that hung over the center island and put it on the stove. The stove. Let me tell you about this thing. Gordon Ramsey himself wouldn’t be able to figure it out. There were buttons and knobs that went on for days, and I’ll be damned if I knew what any of them were supposed to do. So, much like with the universal remote, I just started pushing anything I saw. I had a brief flashback to that day and shuddered, but I was relieved when I pushed the right one on the second try. The first try? Let’s not even go there. My eyebrows were still relatively intact, and there was only a slight smell of singed hair lingering in the air.
I danced my way over to the refrigerator and had to push a few things aside to find the—get this—butcher-cut bacon. Mmm-hmm. Apparently Noah Crawford did not do run-of-the-mill meat. I shook my head at the absurdity and grabbed the eggs. After washing my hands thoroughly, I prepared my station.
The bacon was in the skillet and almost in need of a turn when Noah’s arm encircled my waist from behind. I felt a brush of his hand against my shoulder, and my hair was pulled back to reveal my neck. Instinctively I cocked my head to the side to tempt him and shivered in his arms when the tip of his nose ran along the length of my neck and he inhaled deeply.
Noah
“God, that smells good,” I whispered into her ear. “And the food doesn’t smell too bad, either.”
It smelled fucking delicious, but there was something about seeing her at my stove, cooking breakfast for me, that made me want to taste her more. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and teased it with my tongue while my hands began to roam over her silky skin.
“Noah, I’m trying to cook.” She giggled, and the sound sent shock waves to my cock.
“So cook.” My hand slipped under her shirt and I played with the waistband of her cotton shorts. I could feel her pulse quicken under my tongue as I placed sensual kisses along the tender flesh of her neck.
“Unless you like burnt bacon, you might want to stop that. It’s incredibly distracting.”
“Don’t burn my bacon, Delaine.” My voice was seductive yet commanding, the way I knew she secretly liked it. I slipped my hand inside her shorts and cupped her with my massive hand. She gasped and tried to turn to look at me, but my hold kept her in place.
“No, no, Delaine. You need to watch the skillet,” I reminded her. “Because if you burn my bacon, I’m going to have to punish you.”
She gave me a seductive little half smile. Yeah, she wanted to be punished almost as much as I wanted to fucking punish her. Jesus, I loved our little games.
I parted her lower lips and slid my long fingers between the already wet folds. I loved the way she was always so receptive to my touch. So I pressed my entire body against her back to give her more of it. I knew she could feel my dick hardening against her, and I also knew she got off on that shit every bit as much as I did. I continued my assault on her neck, letting the fingers of my other hand do the walking to find a pert nipple. She arched her back and pressed her ass against my erection when I gave it a slight tweak.
“Noah—”
“Shh … bacon,” I whispered against her ear.
I wanted to play with her, see how good a multitasker she was. So I withdrew both of my hands and slowly pushed her shorts over her curvy hips and down her legs.
“What are you—”
I answered her question when I spread her legs and inserted two fingers into her from behind. As I worked her with my right hand, the left made fast work of my pants and my cock sprang free. I was perfectly aware that I would probably forever associate the smell of bacon with what was about to happen. And much like Pavlov’s dogs, I’d likely get a massive hard-on anytime the scent permeated the air around me. But it was a chance I was willing to take.
“What about my eggs?” I asked as I curled my fingers back and forth inside her. “Come on, Delaine. I’m starving.”
Shaky hands picked up the two eggs and cracked them against each other to break the shell of one. She was going to play. I loved how adventurous she was.
I pulled my fingers out as she carefully dropped the first egg into the skillet. She cracked the shell of the other egg against the rim while I pulled her hips back and lightly pressed down on her lower back to get the perfect arch.
“Don’t break the yolk,” I warned, then pushed into her at the same time as she dropped the second egg into the skillet. She jerked and nearly broke it but recovered nicely, managing to keep the yellow center intact.
Fucking Delaine was un-goddamn-believable. In all my past endeavors, I had never come across a pussy as sweet as hers. It was hot with silky flesh that hugged my cock tighter than any other I’d had the opportunity to infiltrate. It drew me in and squeezed possessively like it never wanted to let me go. I was a slave to it, which was ironic since she was supposed to be my slave. She played her part well, make no mistake, but that little pussy of hers owned me. And I didn’t mind one motherfucking bit.
I bent slightly at the knees and held her in place as I slowly moved in and out of her. She felt so amazing wrapped around my cock that I wondered if I would ever be able to get enough of her. When she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me while biting down on that goddamn bottom lip, I knew the answer was fuck no, I would never get enough.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled, forcing her to arch her back further until that delicious little mouth was within my reach. I claimed it in a heated kiss and she moaned into my mouth.
“Is that bacon I smell burning?” I asked against her lips.
She turned back toward the skillet and flipped it over with shaky hands. I kept my hand in her hair, and the other on her hip as I increased the pace and urgency of my thrusts. The cheeks of her perfect little ass jiggled with each smack of my hips against them and I found it impossible to look away. Wanting to see the treasure trove hidden between those two heavenly dollops, I grabbed her hips with both hands and used my thumbs to spread her open. I groaned when the garden of forbidden pleasure was revealed. Her back entrance teased me with its tightness and I felt my dick grow impossibly harder.
“Fuck, baby,” I moaned. “Your ass is so beautiful. I can’t wait to put my cock in there.”
I felt her body stiffen and she looked back at me again.
“Not now, Delaine, but soon,” I assured her. “Trust me, as freaky as you are, you’re going to love it.”
I ran my thumb over the entrance and pressed until it slipped inside. She gasped, and then I felt the walls of her pussy constrict around my cock. I could feel the pulse of her orgasm as her head fell forward and she held on to the counter for dear life, a purring moan growing louder and louder with each pulse.
“Yeah, that’s just a sample of what it will feel like.”
I bit my bottom lip and grabbed ahold of her hips as I pounded into her sweet little cunt, increasing her pleasure. My balls tightened and an awesome feeling of euphoria soared through my body until it exploded out of me like fireworks. The grip I had on her hips grew tighter, but I didn’t have the sense about me to worry about bruising her in that moment.
A long, feral growl clawed its way out of my chest when Delaine rolled and pushed her hips back into me over and over again until she’d milked me dry. I released her hips and placed my hands beside hers on the counter and then pressed forward to cage her in place, panting against her shoulder. Between much-needed breaths, I managed to drop a few c
haste kisses here and there. Mostly because I couldn’t get enough of her, but also as a form of thanks.
Yeah, look at me. This woman was required to fuck me, and I was thanking her for letting me do just that. It was better than nothing, though, right?
Her soft voice broke the silence. “Um, Noah? I think I burned the bacon.”
I lifted my head and looked into the skillet. Sure enough, the bacon looked like charcoal and the yolk on the now rubbery egg was broken. I dropped my head and laughed against her shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her. “That’s okay, baby. I wasn’t really all that hungry anyway.”
“But … you’re still going to punish me, right?” God bless her, she actually sounded hopeful.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
~$~
By midday, I found myself sitting at my desk, unable to concentrate on a damn thing because I couldn’t stop thinking about Delaine.
A knock sounded at the door before it popped open and Mason waltzed inside. “Four slices of bacon, two eggs over medium, and toast,” he said with a quirked brow as he set a to-go box in front of me. “Breakfast for lunch?” Mason had been looking at me funny all day, and it was really beginning to piss me off.
I shrugged. “What can I say? I had a craving.”
Polly bounced into the office and sidled up beside him. “You’re lucky the diner down the street serves breakfast twenty-four hours a day.”
I gave Mason a questioning look.
“She was on her way in anyway, so I asked her to pick up your lunch.” He shrugged. “You’re always saying I should learn to delegate.”
“Hey!” Polly said in mock protest as she playfully punched his arm. “You don’t delegate to your wifey, ass.”
“Yeah, well, why don’t you and your wifey run along and play so that I can enjoy my lunch in peace?” I suggested as I popped the lid of the container open.