by Dee Carney
His kisses went farther down, his tongue teasing out to taste her cool flesh. A light taste of soap that served to heighten his arousal that much more. The scent of her lubrication drew him, and he settled his shoulders between her thighs. He inhaled Ivory soap and her feminine essence. His mouth hovered just above her mound, and just before settling in to feast, he glanced into eyes full of anticipation.
Lucy watched, eyes warm. Her expression was unreadable, but Victor knew what she wanted.
With deliberate intent, he slid his tongue over her cunt, drawing a line from her clit to her opening. A gasped inhale sounded in return. Was it practiced or real? He couldn’t tell.
He wrapped his fingers around her outer thighs, holding her with an intimacy that should have made Lucy blush. Instead, she spread her knees apart, giving him more room. Her flat belly rose and fell in a steady pattern, but the moment he licked her again, her lower abdomen jerked.
“Victor,” she whispered, almost a moan.
Answering her call, he closed his eyes. The second taste of Lucy’s intimate center wasn’t enough. He licked over her swelling clit, teasing the bud until Lucy’s lower body tightened, a reaction he didn’t think she controlled. It encouraged him to do more. To taste more.
Long strokes of his tongue up and down her labia resulted in a low sound humming out of her throat. She pushed her hands into his hair, pulling him closer the longer he kissed her body.
She was sopping wet, and her responsiveness turned him on more than he thought possible. Victor used his thumbs to spread open her lips, displaying the sensitive pink tissue. Her back arched, pushing her away from the bed. She writhed beneath his attention, her hot skin becoming damp with a fine sheen of sweat. That was a reaction she couldn’t fake, and it gave Victor some of the confidence he needed. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against her flesh. “Hot, dripping sin. I can’t wait to lick it all up.”
“Victor.”
He loved the way she said his name. Throaty and breathy and needy. All qualities he wanted in a woman beneath him.
The tug of her fingers in his hair went from being tentative and unsure to scraping his scalp with her nails as she clawed and moved. She lifted her legs, calves sliding over his shoulder and back. Heels digging in.
He pulled her clit into his mouth, worrying over it with gentle pressure. Her body went tight again, her breaths starting to draw faster than before. Small cries pulsed into the air.
Victor dipped his fingers into her cunt, testing her wetness. He couldn’t help himself and probed with one finger, pushing into her hot, tight sheath. His throat went dry and he kissed her again to help moisten it. Licking and tasting and wishing he could keep her here like this for hours. Maybe he would.
He curled his finger over and over again, touching some sweet spot that made her moan softly. When the sounds became deeper, throatier, back to back to back, he increased his speed. His tongue flicked over her clit at the same pace over and over.
Lucy lost her hold on him, her hands shooting out to grab onto the flimsy sheet beneath them. She rolled her hips, the guttural cries coming faster. Victor increased the pressure on her clit and then pushed a second finger inside her. Her body was straining for release, her back almost lifted away from the bed.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice wire tight. His cock was a steel rod by now, leaking against his stomach. If he touched it now, he’d explode all over the bed and himself, ending things before they’d really begun. He had to focus on Lucy, on her pleasure, and ignore the ache in his gut and groin.
The curving strokes of his finger increased, and he renewed his efforts on her clit. By the way her legs trembled, he knew she was close to tipping over an edge, and damn if he wasn’t going to push her there. He hated that his mouth didn’t function right, didn’t give her everything she needed...
She made a small noise, a soul-deep sound, her knees closing around his head. “Oh my God!”
Lucy trembled, her entire body caught in a storm as she came. Victor held on to her, his mouth in constant motion against her. Loving her piquant taste. He stroked one hand over the smooth skin of her thigh, the other brushing the sweet spot inside her that kept her moaning. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers, rhythmic pulls that he vowed to feel on his cock soon.
He eased her down, his touch and kiss losing force and pressure. Her breathing and heart rate slowing back to normal. Victor lowered her legs, careful of how tight they’d be after being in one position for so long.
Smug and deeply satisfied at having brought her to a real orgasm, he slid beside her on the bed. His heart thundered, and he couldn’t be sure if he even needed to take this further tonight. Something about Lucy made him satisfied with leaving her quivering. He could take care of himself later. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it.
He listened to her breathing, waiting for her to make the next move. The first time with a new partner always felt awkward, and this time proved no different. Did he ask if she got what she needed? If he should do something differently next time, or how he could make it better? This low level of worry annoyed him.
“Are you alive?” he asked.
“Barely. I think my legs have gone to jelly too.”
Victor barely suppressed a grin. “Yeah, I’ve heard that can happen after an amazing tongue has gone to town on you.”
“Hmm...really? The jelly thing’s a first for me.”
If she was stroking his ego, she did it like a pro. “Well, let me know when you’ve regained feeling, and we’ll see if it’s a fluke or skill.”
“What do you mean?”
“Another go.”
“Oh.”
Lucy’s arms wrapped around him a moment later, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. He liked the way her hair felt, scratchy yet soft spread across his chest. He’d never been much for cuddling, but like every first he’d experienced with her, this was nice.
“So,” she murmured, her voice drowsy with satisfaction, “are you ready for your turn?”
Chapter Twelve
Lucy hadn’t anticipated Victor.
For everything he’d said and done thus far, she’d expected a lover who took and took. She expected him to make her feel every bit the blood slave. Not every vampire she’d ever serviced had cared whether or not she’d enjoyed the experience. If she’d managed to come, goody for her. If not, the time it had taken for them to get off, she almost hadn’t cared anymore.
This man continued to mystify her.
With a soft groan, she pulled herself to upright, taking herself away from the heat of his body. She gazed down on him, shaking her head in amazement. It was hard to get over how huge he was...all over. Victor took up a good chunk of the bed by himself, his naked body a feast for the senses.
She loved the dark hair curling on his chest, over muscles built up with effort and training. The hair snaked down the middle of his abdomen, a perfect line marking the way to his cock. It lay against his stomach, the head a large and purple contrast to his pale skin. Lucy’s mouth watered as she studied the vasculature and imagined the heavy weight of his testicles beneath. Tasting him for the first time wouldn’t be a chore.
Leaning over him, she let her hair fall over his face like a curtain and hide her movements from his view. Her mouth went to his first, pulling away before he could delve into the kiss further, keeping the control. She smiled at the noise of protest he made.
Smiled harder when it turned into a satisfied, “Oh.”
Lucy pressed her lips to the jut of his collarbone, then brushed them over his pectorals. Taking a chance, she teased one nipple with her tongue, but didn’t allow him to luxuriate in it or protest. Instead, she moved her tongue lower to his abdomen, over the hard musculature. She inhaled the scent of his cock, resting so close to her mouth. His entire body seemed to still as she moved toward it, the tension surrounding Victor almost palpable.
He pushed her hair to the side, probably wanting a better view, but he must have
forgotten that she’d been servicing men for a long time. She knew how to heighten his anticipation. How to lead him almost to the point of sexual oblivion with scarcely a touch.
Her mouth outlined the thick cock, tracing around it with tiny kisses that left a riot of goosebumps along his skin. Leaving him wanting, she moved the kisses further down to his thighs, where she enjoyed the way the muscles flexed, especially when she grazed his testicles. He probably had no idea he lifted his pelvis toward her every time she got close to touching where he wanted.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered.
In response, Lucy dragged her nails over his legs. She kept up a haphazard pattern, both hands traveling in opposite directions. Her leg went up high between his thighs, almost grazing his ass. The other tickled the area behind his knee. All the while, her mouth and tongue were busy teasing his groin.
Droplets of his pre-come leaked onto his stomach, and Lucy licked over the spilled fluid. She pursed her lips and blew on the sensitive head of his cock, which made Victor almost jack-knife off the bed. “Fuck!”
She splayed a hand against his stomach, pushing until he lay back down. “Are you really that sensitive?” She kept her voice like honey, drippy sweet. One long drag of her tongue down the very center of his cock resulted in a drawn out, satisfied moan from him, one that told no lies. “Fuuuck.”
Lucy smiled.
She licked him again, this time ending at the soft sac beneath. With gentle pressure, she pulled one ball into her mouth, rolling it around with care. She did the same to the other, watching the rapid rise and fall of his abdomen. Vampires didn’t breathe air, but the men always gave her physical signs of their enjoyment. Victor was no exception.
Her mouth moved to the leaking head of his cock, her tongue swiping through the slit. His hands went to her hair again, twining it around his hand. When he pressed his head back into the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. A little shake of his head, then he opened them again.
Applying more pressure, she swirled her tongue over the head again. Victor’s hand tightened in her hair, and then pushed down, trying to direct her movement. Lucy allowed it, taking him deeper into her mouth. A burst of brine coated her taste buds, and she hummed a soft sound. She swallowed him down as far as she could, then continued the bobbing motion.
She could tell Victor fought with the urge to thrust up into her mouth, to take control. His hips rocked, the muscles of his ass flexing. Stroking up and down, she pumped his turgid cock as she sucked, her rhythm constant and increasing in speed.
“Don’t...don’t or I’ll—”
Lucy worked him faster, the guttural noises encouraging her motions. She wanted to taste his release, to feel him lose control beneath her. Every squeeze of his fingers in her hair, every flex of his abdomen, encouraged her to work harder and faster. Spit slid down the sides of his cock, providing more lubrication to work over him. It helped her take him deeper.
“Lu—oh!” That sigh wrapped around her heart. The sound morphed into a long, drawn-out groan as Victor bowed. She glanced up in time to watch the veins stand out on his neck while he strained. Her hand stroked faster, her grip tight and sure.
She pursed her lips, pulling from him until his cock began to pulse. The salty spend coated her tongue in several spurts, each one eliciting a low groan from him. Lucy swallowed down the offering while licking the last droplets from his slit. Victor’s entire body shuddered.
“You’re an evil woman,” he muttered as she sat back on her haunches.
Lucy studied his prone form, the drowsy look in his eyes. Her gaze drifted over the slanted side of his face. She visually traced over the downturned lines. After a pause, she reached out.
With a tentative touch, she put her fingers on his cheekbone. Victor didn’t say anything, non-verbal allowance. She stroked down over the smooth plane of his face, dragging her finger across his lower lip. The paralyzed side felt no different from the side that worked, and she wondered at what point he could actually feel her touch.
When her finger reached the other side of his mouth, Victor parted his lips and pulled in the tip. He suckled gently on her finger, his tongue tapping on it.
“Will you tell me what happened?” she asked in a soft voice.
He didn’t answer for so long that she almost wondered if he’d heard. His heightened vampire senses assured it, though. “Is it important for you to know?”
Lucy removed her hand and stretched beside him. “Not at all.” But curiosity did nudge her. She wanted to know more about this beautiful vampire who shattered every idea about their kind that she’d ever held.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like a woman.”
“You know how to stroke a man’s ego, doll, but I meant the other thing. Your illness.” He turned on his side, making more room for her on the bed. When he began to slide his hand over her skin, traveling over her hip and belly, she thought the subject dropped.
She frowned when he poked her. “Well?” he asked.
“I feel fine.” Which was odd. She did feel fine. Not any of the burning when she breathed. No pain in her joints. For the first time in weeks, she felt normal. “You know, that’s weird. I feel better than fine.”
“I have a magical tongue.”
Lucy wrinkled her nose. “That’s gross. And despite how good that was, I don’t exactly think your tongue is magical.”
“Ouch. Shots fired.”
Laughing, she scratched at his chest hair, loving the texture. This sensation was amazing. Not just feeling so much better physically, but having this pillow talk with a vampire and getting to be herself. Not just a woman for hire.
Oops. Spoke too soon.
Victor rolled over, his thigh trapping her in place. Her gaze strayed away from the ruined side of his face and went to his sensual lips. Then the rich brown of his eyes. In there, she saw a flash of his loneliness. This moment wasn’t new just for her. Without asking him, she knew his life lacked friendship and intimacy.
He kissed her lightly, shattering her thoughts. His mouth touched hers again and again, the kisses light and teasing.
When his hand slipped between her thighs, she parted them wider for him. A gasp when his thick finger pushed inside her, then curved to tease her inner muscles.
His mouth skimmed along her chin. “God, you smell so good.”
Victor pushed a second finger beside the first. She gasped as he slowly worked them in and out of her pussy. Thrumming another finger against her clit made her inhale sharply. He worked with the patience of a saint, allowing her body to awaken beneath his attention.
His delicate kisses scraped along her neck, but the sharp sting of his incisors brought her awareness away from the intense sensations of his hand. Lucy couldn’t help but focus on the way his mouth hovered just above her carotid, a place she’d been bitten far too many times before. A chill enveloped her, pulling her away from the eroticism of the moment.
“Victor,” she said, heart pounding. She worked to keep her voice level, the panic low. When was the last time he’d fed? They’d been at the tiny house for a couple of days now, and she didn’t know what he’d done prior to the night they’d met. He’d made a promise, but she couldn’t be sure if he’d keep it. At the end of the day, they were closer to strangers than to lovers. Had she given him too much of her trust too soon?
His mouth stroked over her skin, at times pressed hard enough against her that she could feel the jump of her pulse. With his sensitive incisors, he would be feeling it too, each beat a seduction. “Victor,” she whispered. “Please.”
Lucy went stock still, not daring to breathe too hard in case it incited him to puncture her skin. Her entire body had broken out in a cold rash. What was causing him to lose himself? He seemed to be skirting the line of breaking his promise to her, and there was no way to know how to tear him out of whatever held him in trance.
“Smell...so...good.”
“Vic, honey. Talk to me. Look at me.” Oh God
, what was happening? When had she lost touch with him? Something triggered Victor’s vampire instinct, and she had no idea what to do to fix it.
If he drank from her, the worst might not be breaking the promise he’d made. In this state, he might go too far, drinking from Lucy until her heart stopped beating. How did she get him to snap out of the haze pulling him under?
“Please,” she whispered as twin points on her neck began to sting.
* * *
A red haze covered Victor’s vision. He could smell the blood near the surface of the human, could hear her heartbeat working harder and faster. Her voice, her sweet, sultry voice whispered to him. Said his name. Begged.
Something warned him that she was off limits, that he shouldn’t try to take her offering. He couldn’t remember why though. If it was a danger to him or to her to partake.
She smelled so fucking good. He could almost taste the sweet tang of her blood on his tongue, and it wouldn’t take much to break through the fragile barrier to get to it.
He was so hungry. When was the last time he’d fed?
“You promised not to bite me. Victor. Can you hear me?”
His gaze lifted, finding the wide eyes of the human. He liked her eyes. Hazel green.
He blinked, trying to draw on the memory pushing to the forefront and making his head pound. She was off limits. For some reason, he wasn’t to bite her. A blood slave.
“Lucy?”
A teardrop slipped down her cheek as she nodded. “Yes, it’s me. Lucy.”
Damn it, what happened? The more he studied her, the more the memories flooded back in. The night he’d met her and she’d asked him to kill Councilman Sage. The deal with the werewolves. His ultimate arrangement with Lucy, the blood slave lying beneath him now.
Victor pulled his head away from her neck, although a gnawing hunger in his belly demanded he finish the task he’d started. It told him that she’d taste better than anything he’d ever before experienced if he took from her now. Yet, a quieter voice suggested something was wrong. He’d never experienced this type of craving before, and it couldn’t be natural.