by Calista Fox
Jane’s fingertips pressed against her clit and rubbed faster, making Shana gasp. Her toes curled in her sandals and her pulse raced. She bit down on her lower lip, fighting the throaty moans welling within her. Her fingers gripped the satin material pooled around her hips as Jane’s hands moved to her inner thighs and held them in place, keeping them spread wide open. Her tongue flicked Shana’s clit again, making her hips jerk and causing a sharp cry to fall from her lips, despite her best efforts to keep quiet.
As though encouraged by Shana’s response, Jane’s tongue fluttered over the super-sensitive bud between Shana’s legs like butterfly wings. The ministrations were rapid, featherlight and oh so tantalizing.
Jane kept at it, making Shana squirm in her seat. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. So beautiful. So enticing. It made her want so much more.
Her hips lifted off the sofa as she pressed her mound more firmly against Jane’s mouth. In turn, Jane’s tongue licked her with a bit more pressure against her clit. Then Jane suckled the swollen pearl and Shana felt a hot spark deep in her cunt that made her inner walls clench, as though seeking something she no longer considered elusive. Jane had already told her Drake wanted to be inside her, and she could hardly wait to feel his cock filling and stretching her.
She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder, finding him standing behind the sofa, staring at her with need reflected in his dark irises. And it wasn’t just the need to sate his own lust. It was also the need to pleasure her. He wanted to touch her—she could see the desire written all over his handsome face, particularly in the hard set of his jaw.
She smiled softly at him, wanting with every fiber of her being to feel his hands on her body, but not knowing exactly how to issue the invitation. Apparently, she succeeded with just a look, because he placed both of his large hands on her bare shoulders and then slid them slowly down the front of her until he palmed her breasts.
His touch was nothing short of thrilling, making her grind her pelvis, silently begging for more from Jane in hopes of taking the edge off the mounting pressure deep in her pussy. Jane did not disappoint, sending Shana’s desire to all-new heights.
Drake was cautiously gentle with her and his forced restraint was sexy as hell. She could feel how badly he wanted her, how much he wanted to touch her in ways she’d never been touched before, with no need for holding back. She knew this by the way he faltered slightly, massaging her breasts more firmly than he’d obviously intended before reeling himself in. The temporary loss of control, followed by the soothing touches, left her hot and bothered. She wanted desperately to throw caution to the wind and be reckless. Encourage him to be reckless right along with her.
But that craving walked hand in hand with a small amount of fear. Did she really know what she was getting herself into here with two vampires?
Not even wanting to ponder that question, she released the fists full of satin material she’d held captive all this time and placed her hands over Drake’s, conveying her need for him to continue what he was doing—and silently imploring him not to hold back.
She would have liked for the sofa cushion to not be between them, so she could feel her back pressed to his chest. But he maneuvered efficiently with his long arms, and when he squeezed her breasts again and then whisked his thumbs over her hard nipples, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
With Jane between her legs, driving her wild with the way she teased Shana’s clit with her tongue, then sucked it gently into her mouth, and Drake’s hands alternately kneading her breasts and toying with the nipples, she felt a ripple of excitement along her spine. The exhilaration escalated as Drake’s lips grazed her neck. She sighed with sheer delight and shuddered from the intimate caress.
In her ear, he whispered, “You’ll come for Jane, won’t you?”
A burst of red-hot sensation between her legs made her gasp. She stared at him, their eyes locked. She could read so many emotions in his gaze—such raw and real emotions that she had to ask, “Is that really want you want?”
He shook his head. He shifted quickly, snaking one arm between her back and the sofa so he could palm her breast while the other hand slid down the material still covering her midsection.
“No. I want you to come for us.”
Jane released her clit from between her lips. As though she knew Drake’s intentions, she slowly worked a finger into Shana’s pussy as two of Drake’s fingers covered her clit and massaged it frantically, with more pressure than Jane had applied.
“Oh!” Shana felt another burst of erotic sensations deep within her as all the foreign yet unbelievably scorching-hot feelings converged and ignited inside her.
Her eyes closed again and she gave herself over to her two lovers, allowing herself to experience every glorious thing they did to her.
Jane worked a second finger into her pussy as Drake rubbed her clit and massaged her breast, cradling her in his strong semi-embrace. Shana lifted her hand to her other breast and squeezed it the way he had previously, then tugged on the nipple when he rolled the other one still in his grasp.
His breath was warm against her neck and came in heavy pulls, as though he was as excited as she was. Hardly possible, she thought. She felt tingly all over and her skin burned with a sexual fever she’d never known before. Jane’s fingers pumped in and out of her, sending her barreling toward a ragged edge with the help of Drake’s skilled touch on her clit.
Her body moved in a way that was unfamiliar to her, responding to the sensual ministrations and the crazy-wicked sensations coursing through her. Her hips rolled and undulated in rhythm with Jane and Drake’s strokes. When they increased the tempo, she followed their lead, grinding her hips and taking everything they gave her.
Short pants of air rushed from her parted lips and her heart hammered in her chest. The tension within her mounted, building to a crescendo she knew would be explosive. She longed for the release, but wasn’t willing to give into the beauty of the moment just yet.
As she let her body respond naturally, not holding anything back, Drake’s lips grazed her throat and he whispered, “That’s it, love. Let us pleasure you.”
“It feels so, so good.”
His tongue stroked a sensitive spot on her neck, revealing an erogenous zone she’d known nothing about. She moaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, which he took.
“I won’t bite you,” he promised as his mouth did magical things to her exposed skin.
Drowning in lustful sensations, Shana hadn’t even considered the potential repercussions of letting a vampire so close to her jugular. But she trusted him—and was clearly too far down the path to sexual bliss to push him away. Not that she wanted him to move even a millimeter away from her. No, she was racing toward the brilliant light at the end of what had once been a dark and lonely tunnel like a runaway locomotive, and she had no desire to put the brakes on.
In fact, she demanded in a breathy voice, “More.” She arched her back and her hips gyrated in time with the beating of her heart and the throbbing of her pulse.
Jane’s fingers withdrew from her wet pussy and, instead, Drake’s longer, thicker one eased into the tight canal. Shana cried out from the sweet invasion, so much more forceful and filling than Jane’s slender fingers and controlled rhythm.
With the heel of his hand rubbing her clit and his finger stroking her inner walls, which clenched and released as her arousal escalated, she knew it was impossible to revel much longer in the hot, searing feelings consuming her. The fireball between her legs blazed bright and when Drake’s tongue flicked over that ultra-responsive spot on her neck, the fiery sensations erupted, making her cry out his name as she came.
Her hips lifted off the sofa again as Drake’s finger plunged deeper and she squeezed it tight.
“Oh God, yes,” she groaned as every nerve ending inside her sizzled and her body quaked from head to toe. She bit down on her lower lip and kept her eyes shut as she savored every secon
d of her orgasm, never so blissfully sated.
When Drake’s finger pulled slowly out of her throbbing cunt, she whimpered in protest, not willing to give up the intimate connection she shared with him.
He chuckled softly and murmured, “That’s the spirit.”
Her eyelids fluttered open just as Jane sat next to her and pulled Shana to her. Much to her surprise, her passion sprang to life again, a now-familiar craving welling within her.
She kissed Jane, tasting herself on the other woman’s lips, making the gesture all the more erotic. Her hands cupped Jane’s small, teardrop-shaped breasts and squeezed them gently. Then she dragged her mouth from the cool lips she enjoyed feeling against hers and dipped her head, flicking her tongue over Jane’s hard, rose-colored nipple.
“You’re making me ridiculously wet,” Jane said in a lusty tone.
Shana grinned up at her. “Thank God I’m not the only one with damp panties.” Her tone turned playful as she added, “Oh wait. You’re not wearing panties.”
Jane laughed. A light, airy sound laced with anticipation.
Shana knelt on her knees before the other woman. She spread Jane’s legs wide and, mimicking Jane’s previous actions—thinking that was the best way to ensure she was doing this properly—she leaned in close and whisked her tongue along dewy, slightly puffy pussy lips. Jane sucked in a breath and Shana repeated the action, first licking one side and then the other.
“Perfect,” Jane muttered lustily.
Encouraged, Shana used the pads of two fingers to massage Jane’s clit, rubbing her in a slow, circular motion as her tongue explored Jane’s cool flesh. Other than a faint hint of perfume, Jane didn’t have a particular smell to her, most likely because she was a vampire. And while her skin was snowy in color and temperature, it responded to Shana’s touch just as a human’s would. The pale color took on a soft pink tinge as Shana continued to lick and massage, and it heated a degree or two and stayed moist with Jane’s arousal and Shana’s attentiveness.
When Jane moaned—a deep, throaty sound that echoed in the quiet room—Shana’s own arousal heightened. She rubbed the clit beneath her fingertips a bit faster, with a bit more pressure, causing Jane’s hips to roll and buck. Then she spread Jane’s lips with her fingers and flicked her tongue over the swollen bud until Jane moaned again, this time sharply, as though what Shana did to her drove her wild.
The idea of pleasuring Jane—really and truly bringing her pleasure—thrilled her. Shana’s new friend had given her a special gift, helping to strip away some of her insecurities she’d been saddled with the whole of her life—enough so Shana could allow both Jane and Drake to bring her to orgasm. And what a glorious sensation that had been!
She wanted to return the favor, but even more than that, she wanted to share this intimacy with them, which went far beyond just physical pleasure.
And, admittedly, she was fascinated by the mind and body’s response to sexual stimulation.
As she gently suckled Jane’s clit, Drake knelt beside her. His large hands gathered up her long strands of hair and pulled them away from her face. He watched her licking Jane’s pussy, desire burning in his eyes, exciting her even more. Finally, Drake draped her mass of hair over one shoulder and bent his head to her neck. He kissed that special spot below her ear and Shana sighed in pure ecstasy.
But he didn’t stop with the simple, though highly effective gesture. His lips trailed down her throat and swept over her shoulder. His mouth was warmer than Jane’s had been when Shana had kissed her and she found the contrasting temperatures interesting. He wasn’t as warm as a human, nor was he as cool as Jane.
His tongue and lips lightly brushed her skin, making her shudder. She savored the tingly sensations he evoked as she continued to make Jane writhe and moan.
Drake’s mouth moved back to Shana’s ear and he whispered, “Slide your finger into her pussy and make her come.”
“Oh God, yes,” Jane said in a breathy voice.
A wicked thrill shot down Shana’s spine at the naughty suggestion. Wanting to make Jane feel as deliciously good as she did, Shana carefully eased a finger into the other woman’s tight cunt. Jane’s hips lifted off the cushion and she cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her lips parted and her breath came in sharp little pants. Her eyes closed and her back arched as her body responded to Shana’s ministrations.
She pumped her finger in and out of Jane’s pussy while flicking her clit with her tongue.
“That’s it,” Jane said before moaning. “That feels so good.”
Spurred on by Jane’s words and her reaction to Shana’s inexperienced touch, Shana diligently worked Jane into a sexual frenzy that had the other woman nearly thrashing about on the sofa as her inner walls squeezed Shana’s finger and she ground her mound against Shana’s lips.
Drake’s mouth returned to Shana’s blazing skin. He left soft kisses down the exposed line of her spine until he reached the material still covering her midsection. When his large hands skimmed over the folded-down bodice of her dress, Shana faltered. She froze in place as alarm skittered through her.
Jane groaned. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close. It feels so wonderful. Make me come, Shana. Please.”
Shana couldn’t refuse her. She found she couldn’t refuse Drake either, because she let him whisk the thin material over her hips and down her legs. As Shana’s attention returned to Jane, Drake’s hand grazed a bare ass cheek before his fingers ran along the crevice. She wanted to spread her legs wider for him, but was confined by the dress pooled around her knees.
Drake’s other hand palmed one of Shana’s breasts and squeezed it as his fingers on the lower part of her body stroked her slowly from her swollen clit, along the opening to her pussy, up to the rim of her anus and back to her clit. He repeated the motion until she almost lost her focus on Jane. Her body was on fire again and Drake’s touch made her crazed for more.
When a ripple of excitement ran through Jane’s body, however, Shana put extra effort into getting her off. She sensed Jane was close. She finger-fucked her pussy and suckled her clit while Drake stroked her.
The mental stimulation was as arousing as the physical, she found. The idea of pleasuring Jane while Drake pleasured her was enough to have Shana racing toward another powerful orgasm. She quickened her own stroking, pushing her finger a bit deeper into Jane’s cunt.
“Oh, yes,” Jane muttered. “Fuck me. Fuck me good.” One of her hands moved to the back of Shana’s head and her fingers tangled in the long strands as she held Shana to her and pressed herself more firmly against Shana’s mouth.
Beside her, Drake’s hand on her breast also moved. It slid over her belly to the apex of her legs, his fingers massaging her clit as his other hand shifted and two strong fingers plunged into her pussy.
She let out a sharp cry against Jane’s lips as the fiery sensations ignited inside her. Drake pushed her right to the edge and she worked another finger into Jane’s pussy to mimic what Drake did to her.
Jane’s soft moans grew louder. Her body trembled and her fingers tightened around strands of Shana’s hair. Shana gave her all she had while Drake sent her barreling toward her own release. The intensity of sensation mounted quickly, seemingly matching Jane’s excitement. She worked Jane a bit more forcefully until Jane’s breathing was ragged.
“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured. “I’m going to come. Keep doing that,” she said. “I’m so, so close.”
So was Shana. She suckled Jane’s clit and her hips bucked and her inner muscles clenched and released Shana’s fingers as she climaxed.
“Oh, yes!” she cried out.
A heartbeat later, Shana’s own release hit her hard.
“Drake!” she said. “Oh God!” She squeezed his fingers and rode the wave of ecstasy as it washed over her.
She’d barely caught her breath before Drake’s hands moved to her waist and he hoisted her up and forward until she was on the sofa, awkwardly straddling Jane’s la
p. He swiftly whisked away the dress that had slid further down to dangle around her ankles. Freed of the material, she widened her stance, her knees sinking into the plush cushions on either side of Jane. She braced herself with one hand on the top of the sofa and the other on a pillow piled in the corner behind Jane.
“You’re not going to crush me,” Jane said as her hands cupped Shana’s breasts and her tongue brushed a nipple, pebbling it tight. “Vampire, remember?”
Shana had almost forgotten. She was now used to Jane’s cool skin and Drake’s aggressive touch.
He remained kneeling on the floor, but positioned himself behind her. She watched him over her shoulder as he leaned toward her and licked her swollen folds, making her body jolt. He spread her flesh with his fingers and stroked her opening with his tongue, the tip of which delved inside her.
“Oh that’s unbelievable,” she whispered.
Drake stroked her with his tongue while Jane suckled first one nipple and then the other. Shana’s back arched, thrusting her ass further in the air and pushing her breasts forward, giving both her partners better access to the intimate parts of her they tended to.
She’d just about resolved herself to believing there was nothing more erotic than Jane caressing her breasts and Drake assertively eating her pussy when Jane shifted beneath her. Releasing Shana’s breasts, Jane shimmied down the cushion a bit until her head was between Shana’s parted legs. Drake widened his kneeling stance to accommodate Jane. He spread Shana’s cheeks wide and licked her pussy from behind as Jane’s tongue flicked her clit, then gently sucked it.
“Good Lord!” The words flew from her mouth as a volcano seemed to erupt deep inside her. “Holy Christ!”
Nothing else registered in her mind. Not the vulnerability the position she was in posed. Not the tact and decorum she’d always practiced. And certainly not the fact that it was two vampires feasting upon her body.