Samantha Sommersby - [Forbidden 03]

by The Revolution (old ver. ) (lit)

  Chapter Six

  “Whatever happens between us, it doesn’t have to mean anything,” she said as she pulled my t-shirt out of the back of my jeans and then slid her hands underneath, lightly grazing my back with her nails.

  I sat up and quickly pulled the t-shirt off over my head. If we were going to do this, if I were going to do this for her, I wanted to feel her, skin on skin.

  I didn’t want to look into her eyes, I was afraid that if I did I might stop. I didn’t want to stop. So instead I focused on the belt that was still tied around her waist. I focused on loosening it, then peeling back the dress.

  “Sit up,” I commanded, and she did. I slid the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then I eased her back down, my hand skimming the length of her throat, across her collar bone, over the full mounds of her breast. They came to rest on her stomach. I hesitated. I never hesitated.

  She’d thrown my own line back at me and I could smell the lie in it. If we did this, it would mean something. Maybe some girls could give it up and have it mean nothing, but Alex wasn’t one of them.

  I leaned down slowly and placed a tender kiss on her belly. It quivered under my lips. She laced her fingers through my hair and chuckled nervously.

  “Your beard, it tickles.”

  It was getting late and I’d shaved early that morning. I looked up into her eyes. “I can shave if you want.”

  She shook her head and smiled, only the smile was a bit shaky.

  “I would never hurt you Alex,” I assured her. Then I stood up and offered her my hand. With a confused look on her face she took it.

  “That’s it, isn’t it?” she asked as I pulled her to her feet. “That’s why you can get close to me, why others have been able to get close up to a point.”

  I pulled her into my arms and began to nuzzle her neck like I had earlier that day. I may have felt the pull of her blood earlier, just like I was feeling it now. I might even be tempted by it. But I wasn’t going to take it. Not now, probably not ever.

  Did I say probably? I meant definitely, definitely not now and definitely not ever.

  “Yes,” I growled, sliding my hands into the back of her panties and kneading the firm round globes of her delicious ass. I squeezed and pulled her towards me, rubbing my still-encased cock into her stomach, my jeans now a prison. I turned her around so that she faced the bed, her back pressed into my chest. My own nipples were already hard with arousal.

  “What are you going to do?” she whispered.

  “Etu,” I murmured, shrouding the room in darkness.

  “Dell?” there was an edge to her voice.

  “I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna give you what I can,” I told her, placing a kiss on the back of her shoulder before falling to my knees behind her and tracing the top edge of her underwear with my tongue.

  I hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties and began to slide them down her long, slender legs all the way to her ankles. She was still in her heels and I wanted it that way. No stockings, just bare leg. A part of me wished that the lights were on, but another part was grateful that they weren’t. I could tell that I’d already started to change. Just the anticipation of what I was about to do was calling my beast forth.

  “We’re going to do this nice and easy,” I promised her, shaking back my beast as I reached up, sliding my hands back up her legs, over her ass, then around to her front until they found the tangle of soft curls at the apex of her thighs. “I’m going to make you come, give you some release. It’s what you need now, yeah?”

  One of my hands moved to cup her breast, still encased in that enticing bra, the other moved to cup the bare mound of her pussy. I could smell her cream and it made my mouth water.

  “Yes!” moaned Alex as I slid my middle finger into the wetness between her engorged lips. She covered my hands with her own, adding pressure, showing me what she wanted.

  “This better?” I asked, sliding just the tip of my finger inside and using the pad of my thumb to circle her clit. She didn’t utter a word, but her breathing said it all. Her knees began to buckle and she shifted the positions of her arms so that she could hold on. One hand was now back around my neck, the other reaching behind for my ass.

  I lowered the lace cup of her bra so that I could feel her breast. Closing my eyes and focusing on my desire to bring her pleasure I rolled her pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out. “Please… I…”

  “Talk to me,” I said, adding a second fingertip, she was so fucking tight. My cock was close to bursting. My jeans were becoming painful, but not as painful as what she asked for next.

  “I want to turn around. I want to do this right. I want to feel your weight on top of me and your arms around me—”

  She wanted someone to make love to her. I have a rule: I don’t make love to women, it decreases the chance of confusion. Sex is about quenching a thirst, sating a hunger. I don’t promise hearts and flowers and happily every after. I’m only twenty-five, I have centuries ahead of me and a dangerous job that demands my focus. I can’t commit to a pet rock, never mind a woman.

  I could feel it down to my bones, this had been a mistake, something I shouldn’t have started. But stopping now would have been cruel, so I was going to see it through.

  I stepped back and let her turn around, her hands immediately found their way to my belt buckle.

  “There’s an infinite number of ways to do this right, Alex,” I said, stilling her hands then walking her back a step so that she was closer to the bed. “Sit down, lean back.”

  She did, her legs automatically rising and wrapping around my waist. She wanted me on top of her, she wanted to feel my body pressing into hers, my cock plunged deep inside of her. And in truth I wanted that too. In that moment I wanted it more than I’d wanted almost anything. Almost.

  Sex is an interesting dance, an ebb and flow between pleasure and pain. It’s about getting to the edge then holding. It’s about being maddened to the point where you can’t stop, but you can’t go on either. Give and take. Surrender and control. I couldn’t even give her that, even that seemed too intimate, too risky somehow. I was merely going to provide a service, one friend helping another, and then we’d go on. This was about scratching her itch. I’d do this one thing for her, then we’d focus on the mission.

  That’s what I told myself as I fell to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. I don’t lie to myself often. Deep down inside I knew this one was a whopper.

  I used my fingers to separate her folds and I inhaled. Her sent was strong and she was sopping with desire. I could feel my fangs begin to descend and I closed my eyes, fighting for control.

  “Dell,” she moaned, lacing her fingers through my hair. Did she intend to pull me away or towards her in that moment? I’ll never know. I’ll never know because I reached up and grabbed hold of her wrists.

  “I need to stay in control here Alex,” I told her, placing her hands back onto the edge of the bed. “This is about your pleasure,” I promised her, flattening my tongue and swiping it up the length of her juicy slit. “Hmm,” I murmured, taking her bud into my mouth and sucking on it. Her thighs clenched around me. They were already starting to tremble. I’d barely gotten started.

  Without warning she reached up again and grabbed my hair, this time definitely pulling me away.

  “Kiss me,” she begged.

  She meant on the mouth. She didn’t say it, but I knew. She was pulling me in that direction and she was being insistent. I could be insistent too.

  “No,” I told her, once again removing her hand and this time placing it on her own breast. Then I reached up to rub my cum-coated thumb across her lower lip. “You’re delicious sweetheart,” I assured her. “Open up. Have a taste.”

  Alex leaned up on one elbow and then she opened her mouth, taking my thumb inside and swirling her tongue around it. It had been a long time since I’d shot my load into my pant
s, but I came close then as she sucked my thumb deep into the wet cavern of her mouth, sucking it in, circling the tip of it with her tongue, baring down then backing off.

  I bit down on the inside of my left cheek and then I pulled my thumb out of her mouth with a pop.

  “Roll over, hold onto the headboard,” I told her, sliding my hand underneath her hip and giving her a little shove.

  She obliged.

  “Up on you knees, baby, then spread them wide. I’m gonna drink your juices down until they pour into my mouth.”

  Alex turned back and looked out into the darkness over her shoulder. Her body was vibrating with need. “Talk is cheap,” she said and it made me laugh.

  “Ungrateful bitch!” I growled, then I gently spread the cheeks of her ass and released a big long trail of spit that I began to generously spread. Great sex is never neat and tidy. I never mind when it gets messy. I assumed Alex wouldn’t either. There are a lot of things you can forgive when you’re in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm. If she didn’t know that already, she was about to find that out.

  I used my own knees to spread hers even wider.

  “Ass in the air!” I told her as I slid the tips of two fingers back into her pussy, not too far, just far enough. Then I latched back onto her clit with my mouth. My fangs were tucked safely in their sheaths, so I took it between my teeth and began to work her over, sucking and pulling, licking and nibbling.

  Alex was panting like a pup in heat, rocking back and forth gently. The smell of her, the taste of her, the sound of her keening, the way that her body was responding to mine like it had never responded to any other man’s—it was the kind of thing wet dreams were made of. Well, mine anyways.

  “Dell!” she cried out. “I…I need…”

  “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me. Tell me what you need!” I demanded as I blew a cool stream of air across her puckered hole then I began to circle it with my thumb all the while the fingers of my other hand were gently sliding in and our of her pussy.

  She was practically whimpering now.

  “Too much, it’s too much,” she cried out.

  Only it wasn’t too much. The problem wasn’t that it was too much. The problem was that it wasn’t enough, not enough to push her over the edge.

  I disengaged from her slowly and watched as in the darkness the silhouette of her body slowly slumped face down onto the bed. I ran my hands down the length of her back, over her ass, she was slick with sweat and shaking with need.

  So close…she was so close.

  “Let me do what you asked,” I heard myself say. I don’t even remember making the decision. “Let me climb on top of you and settle myself between your legs. Let me wrap your legs around my waist. Let me hold you…”

  “Why?” Alex asked. She rolled over, tired and spent, but still not satisfied.

  “Because it’s what you need right now,” I told her, leaning down to softly kiss her lips before shifting so that I could pepper a trail across her jawline and down her neck until I reached that spot behind her ear at the juncture just above her shoulder. It was the only explanation that came to mind, and it was the truth.

  Her knees lifted and separated and my hips lowered between them. I began pumping just as if I were inside of her, my hips churning, grinding against her sex, the friction building until I wanted to scream and Alex did. She screamed as she came, crying out my name in pleasure while the orgasm broke over her. She’d be chafe from the rubbing of my jeans. But she wasn’t thinking about that now.

  I was.

  I was thinking about that, I was thinking about the ice cold shower that I was going to get up and take, but most of all I was thinking about wanting to roll over so that I could wrap my arms around her and hold her while she came down. I was actually thinking about basking in the fucking afterglow. I hadn’t even come. I was in deep shit.

  Chapter Seven

  “Dell? Are you sure you’re all right?”

  I told her I was going to take a shower when I rolled off of the bed. She could hear the shower running. It had only been five minutes. Did she think I’d drowned?

  “I’m fine!” I yelled.

  It was a lie. I wasn’t fine. I still had a hard-on and the cold shower wasn’t helping. This was an all-time record. Maybe the fact that I couldn’t refrain from touching my dick had something to do with it. It had been a good long while since I’d had to whack off in the shower. Personally, I have nothing against jerking off. It feels good and it’s uncomplicated. My own hand is free of emotional baggage and it has never let me down. So why was it failing me now? It was her fault. Mr. Happy knew that Alex was in the very next room and the fact that he was having to settle for the hand was making him miserable.

  I heard the door open and looked up, Alex was standing on the threshold wearing her white silk robe. There was no steam to mask me, cold showers don’t produce steam. She had a nice clear view of the shower stall with me inside, dick in hand.

  I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. “Etu.”

  The lights went out.

  “You can’t shower in the dark,” she said, flipping them back on.

  I turned away from her, my back to the door.

  “I’m a vampire, Alex. I can see in the dark. Go order dinner for us. Go watch television. Go do something,” I told her.

  And she did. She did do something. She let the robe fall to the floor, opened the shower door, and stepped in to join me. I half expected her to shriek when the blast of cold water hit her, but she didn’t. Instead she quickly redirected the spray of the shower, then set about adjusting the temperature.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, still not tuning to face her.

  “I’m going to wash your back,” she said, matter-of-factly. She turned the spray back towards us, and it felt almost scalding on my ice-cold skin, making me jump.

  Alex ran her hands down the length of my back then around my waist. They were slick with soap and the smell of fresh citrus began to permeate the air. I could feel the tips of her nipples brush up against me.

  “I figured that you might need a little help with some of those…hard to reach spots. Do you? Do you need some help?”

  “Uh huh,” I nodded, my voice sounding rough with want. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of her hand as it slid closer and closer to my cock.

  “Here, maybe?” she asked, wrapping her hand nice and tight around the base.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Fuck, yeah.” I can be exceedingly eloquent at times.

  She loosened her grip ever so slightly, then she let her hand glide firmly over my shaft, giving it a little counterclockwise turn on the way up and twisting clockwise on the way back down. In just a few seconds she had a nice steady rhythm going.

  I had both hands pressed against the tile of the wall, my head leaning between them. I was breathing hard, too hard, and starting to feel lightheaded. My eyes had changed, that was for certain. I could feel the rumble beginning to roll, deep down in my chest. My fangs were descending.

  “Turn around Dell,” Alex demanded.

  I shook my head, I couldn’t do anything else. I certainly couldn’t talk. I was so close…so close.

  “Turn around,” she repeated. “Please. I know what I’m asking. Turn around. If you turn around I can use my mouth. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like to see my lips wrapped around your cock, sucking you into my mouth, swallowing every inch of you and then drinking down your cum.”

  I spun around quickly with a speed that frightened her. Or maybe it was the bright red eyes, or the glistening fangs that made her gasp? Who knows? It might even have been the fact that I’d taken her firmly into my embrace, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other across her back so that my hand was positioned at the base of her scull, my fingers threaded firmly through the long tresses of her hair.

  “You should never tease a vampire about anything oral,” I whispered, striving to maintain control.

  Alex looked into my e
yes, her gaze unwavering. Good for her, maybe it was just the sudden movement that had made her gasp after all.

  “Who said I was teasing?” she whispered, then she leaned back. There was Mr. Happy, his fully engorged head peeking through the valley of the finest pair of tits I’d ever seen. Things were decidedly looking up as far as he was concerned.