by Lauren Hunt
“Like another?” Michael asked.
I didn't even realize that the glass was empty. I nodded and Michael poured me a second.
He put his elbows on the island and leaned in. “And what do you do for a living?”
“Would you believe me if I told you I'm between jobs?”
Michael laughed and drank the rest of his glass. “I would believe that.”
“Well I just moved back home after graduating from college. And I haven't really had the time to find a job yet.”
Michael circled around the counter until he was within inches of me. His eyes beamed deep into my soul. He took the glass of wine from my hands and set it down on the island. He raked his fingers through my hair. “Do you know how good you smell?”
I shook my head. Nobody had ever told me that before. Michael put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me close. Our lips met and my limbs turned to putty in his arms. The spark I had felt earlier while holding his hands intensified. My body felt like it was a bottle of lightning that was waiting to be uncorked.
Michael broke away and moved down to my neck. A moan escaped my mouth and my nails dug into his arms.
“I've wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered in my ear.
I was ready and willing to do whatever he commanded me to do. Michael took my hand and lifted me off the seat. My head was in fog from the combination of wine and pleasure. I did my best to follow him without tripping over my own feet.
He brought me to his dark bedroom that only contained a king-sized mattress with pillows and a black comforter.
“You definitely need to do some shopping,” I said.
Michael ignored my statement and took me in his arms again. I lost my breath as he kissed me. There weren't going to be anymore words said.
His fingers worked around the back of my dress. He found the zipper and slowly pulled it down to my waist. A shiver ran down my spine from the cold hitting my bare back. I slipped off the straps and let the dress fall to the ground. The only thing left was a black thong and heels.
Michael ran his fingers up my sides and squeezed my large breasts. He rolled my nipples between my fingers until they became erect. I just stood there and let him explore every inch of me.
He turned me around and gathered my hair in his hands. He placed it over my shoulder so my back was free and clear. He bombarded me with kisses all the way down my back until he reached my ass. Michael carefully pulled my thong down until it rested around my ankles. I did the rest and flicked them across the floor.
Michael flipped me around and felt the inside of my legs, running his hand down until he met my ankles. My chest heaved up and down as I watched him take off each heel and fling them behind his shoulder.
I was completely naked and Michael still had his suit on. Normally I would've tried to cover up my body as best as I could. But I didn't mind Michael staring at me. In fact, I kind of liked it. I stood there with my shoulders pulled back and breasts forward as he inspected me.
His tongue touched parts of my body that I never thought could give me pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on every touch. His kisses moved upwards until he returned to my lips. His tongue danced together with mine.
Michael pushed me lightly until I fell down onto the mattress. It was surprisingly comfy considering that it was just sitting on the wood floor. Michael stood before me and took off his black jacket. He slowly undid his tie and let it drop to the floor.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched him undress down to his boxers. Michael was a perfect specimen. Every muscle was perfectly chiseled. It didn't seem possible.
And there was no hiding how big he was.
I crawled across the mattress and got up on my knees. I reached into the hole of his white boxers and pulled out his massive length. He was bigger than I ever could imagine. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked from the head down to the base.
Michael knocked his head back and moaned. His hips jutted forward. I shook the hair from my face and opened as I filled my mouth with his pulsing member.
He grit his teeth as I forced him deeper and deeper down my throat. I stroked him hard as my head bobbed up and down. Michael's hands found the sides of my head and he guided his cock past my lips, fucking my mouth slow and steady.
Suddenly, Michael pulled out just as it was getting good. I knew he was close and he didn't want finish yet. I wiped the saliva from the corners of my mouth and fell back on the bed.
Michael spread my legs and felt my wetness with his fingers. My body swelled as I saw him lick his wet fingers.
My pussy was ready for him. Michael mounted me, his gigantic cock hovering inches from my tight opening. He kissed me as he forced his way inside me. I bit down on his lip at the sudden injection of ecstasy.
Michael stretched me, filling me completely. Every thrust of his hips made me gasp. The pleasure built higher and higher. Our bodies joined one another. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged causing me to orgasm immediately.
A deafening moan escaped my lips. My body flailed around on the mattress as Michael continued to fuck me harder and harder. My orgasm faded and Michael pulled out. I had wondered if he had finished inside me as I came but he wasn't even close to done yet.
Michael lay down next to me and motioned for me to get on top. My legs were weak and my head cloudy as I straddled him. His strong hands felt up my big tits and he bit down on my nipples. My soaking wet pussy rubbed against his manliness.
I guided him inside me and slowly rocked my ass up and down. Michael closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the ride. I used Michael's rock-hard chest to support me as I fucked him.
I controlled his pleasure. Every time I slowed down for just a second Michael immediately clawed at me, his hands grabbing my waist and forcing me down on him harder. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer.
Michael looked like he wasn't going to last much longer either. His moaning intensified and his hips met mine, thrusting further into me.
I held off my orgasm as long as I physically could. But the dam broke.
A flood of wetness filled me inside. Michael yelled my name at the top of his lungs as he came inside me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer as I came, collapsing on top of Michael.
It felt good. Way too fucking good. I'd never felt this close with someone during sex. It wasn't just all physical. It was emotional too.
As the waves of pleasure receded, I lifted myself off him and disintegrated next to him. Michael held me in his arms and stroked my hair.
My mind was so tired. I wanted to tell him how fucking good it was. How that was the best sex I ever had. If I could, I would go all night.
But my body couldn't handle anymore no matter how much I needed it. It was way past my normal bedtime and I could barely keep my eyes open. My head rested on his chest and his heartbeat was so soothing.
It didn't take long to fall asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Michael
Tonight was a lot of firsts for me.
First time I brought a girl back to my place.
First time I hadn't immediately drained a girl after sex.
And most importantly, it was the first time I ever felt intimate with someone before.
I'd been with a lot of women before and none of them compared to Kelly. It wasn't just the fact that I didn't feel the hunger with her. It was the way she made me feel like a human being again.
I had gone on for so many years thinking that I was less than human. A literal monster. That I wasn't meant for this world anymore. The thought of suicide was a daily thing. It was the only way to end the eternal struggle.
But after Kelly, I couldn't imagine ever leaving this world.
I stayed up all night and watched Kelly sleep. She didn't need to know yet that I could only sleep in the day time. She barely moved nor made a sound. She was completely at peace. As the hours passed and the sun began to creep up through t
he blinds, I wanted that moment to never end. If I ever had one wish, it would be that I could spend the rest of eternity holding her in my arms and never letting go.
Kelly stirred as the sunlight hit her face. Her eyes fluttered open and the biggest smile appeared across her face.
“How did you sleep?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head.
“Like a baby,” I replied. I sat up in bed. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“You actually have stuff to make breakfast here?”
I playfully shoved her. “Just because I don't have much furniture doesn't mean I don't eat.”
“What are we eating then?”
“Pancakes sound good?” I got up and put on my pair of boxers from last night. The thought of Kelly sucking my cock crossed my mind. If only I could last all day, I'd have her go down on me for hours.
“I'll eat whatever you make as long I get to watch you cook because I don't believe it's possible.”
“Well then prepare to be amazed. This guy has a few tricks up his sleeve.”
Kelly joined me in the kitchen as I had just finished mixing the pancake batter. She was only wearing my button-down shirt from last night that was all wrinkled now. It was only buttoned up halfway leaving a lot of cleavage exposed.
“You going to do some cooking or just stare at my tits all day?”
“If I have a choice I might just choose to stare because the view is amazing.”
“You don't have a choice because last night made me extremely hungry.”
“I know what you mean.” I poured the batter onto the hot pan and paid close attention to make sure I didn't burn them.
I placed the cooked ones on a plate and handed it to Kelly while I cooked mine.
“Do you have any syrup?” she asked.
“Check the bottom shelf in the door of the fridge.”
Kelly walked around the counter and opened the fridge. She bent over and gave me a quick peek of her bare ass until she stood up with the maple syrup. I had to press my hips against the counter to keep how hard I was hidden.
I listened to Kelly savor her first bite and it reminded me of her orgasming. This girl was very easy to please and I liked that.
“These are damn good pancakes. I had my doubts, Michael, but I have to give props to the chef.”
I joined her at the kitchen island with my own stack of pancakes. “I'm glad my skills impressed you.”
“You keep cooking like that and I might not ever leave.”
“I'd definitely like to do last night and this morning over and over again.” I slipped her a charming wink.
Kelly kicked my ankle with her foot. “I would too but I have some housework to do today.”
That seemed like a bullshit excuse to me. I was ready to give up all my plans to spend the day with her. I'd give up everything to spend the rest of my life with her. It also helped that I didn't have to worry about my hunger around her.
“Must be some pretty important housework to throw away the promise of future pancakes.”
Kelly's face turned serious. “It's my parents' house. I've been trying to renovate it and make it look like a real home.”
“I wouldn't have thought you were so handy around the house. Must be nice to work on a project with your parents.”
“Actually they passed away. They left me this broken down shell of a house and I want to restore it to what they would've done to it.”
My heart sank. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be insensitive.”
“No I'm sorry, I probably should've told you sooner. But we were having such a nice night and I didn't really want to think about it.”
“Hey, I totally understand. Do you need some help?” I flexed my arms. “You might need a strong man around.”
Kelly had a mouthful of pancakes and almost spit them out from laughter. “As much as I want to watch you make a fool out of yourself, this is something I kind of wanted to do on my own. To remember my parents.”
I put my hands up in surrender. “Say no more.”
I cleaned our dishes while Kelly went back into the bedroom to change. I tried to find a reason to make her stay but nothing came to mind.
Kelly came out fully dressed and her makeup touched up. She looked good enough to eat. I stopped her in her tracks and gathered her in my arms. I felt her knees weaken as we kissed.
“It's going to take a lot of willpower to let you leave here when you look this good.”
Kelly laughed and flipped her hair. “You're just going to have to survive without me.”
My missing hunger returned to my mind. If Kelly left, it wouldn't be long before it returned. I'd never gone for so long without blood before. I didn't know how my body would react.
I could keep Kelly here as my prisoner. That kind of thinking scared me. What would I be willing to do to keep the hunger at bay? She needed to leave before I did something I would regret.
“Want me to take you home?” I asked.
“Thank you but I already called a cab.”
For some reason this felt like the last time I was going to see her. I walked her over to the elevator holding her hand.
Kelly took a pen out of her purse and bit the cap off. She grabbed my hand and wrote her phone number down.
“Will you call me later?” she asked, pressing the down button.
“Nothing will stop me,” I replied.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Kelly kissed me on the cheek and stepped into the elevator. I felt so helpless, standing there and looking deep into her eyes. I want to memorize every bit of her face in case this truly was the last time.
The doors closed and I was all alone again.
Chapter Fourteen
Kelly
I walked into my parents' empty home feeling happier than I'd felt in a long time. Michael wasn't like any other guys I'd ever been with before. He made me feel like I was apart of him. It sounded weird in my head but it was true.
I threw my belongings on the ground and lay down on the wood floor, staring up at he ceiling. I couldn't help but giggle to myself. There were holes up there that I hadn't noticed before. I really did have my work cut out for me.
Nothing could take away my good mood. The sex last night was mind blowing and I couldn't stop replaying it over and over again.
The temptation to stay with him all day long was strong and I was proud of myself that I didn't succumb to my carnal desires. I didn't want to risk what could be a promising relationship.
My phone rang in my purse next to my head. I pulled it out and saw Fiona's name on the screen. “Hey there,” I said.
“You better tell me every little detail. Don't leave even a little bit out, Kelly.”
“I never kiss and tell, Fiona,” I replied.
“I'm hanging up right now and coming right over.”
I sat up. I definitely didn't want her coming over here. “Okay, I'll spill the beans.”
Fiona had already hung up.
“Son of a bitch,” I said out loud. The house looked like a hurricane had swept through. Even worse was my appearance. I desperately needed a shower and my hair was begging to be combed.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I cursed and tied my towel tighter around my body as I descended the stairs.
I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Fiona stood there wearing blue jeans with a white t-shirt tucked in. “How did you even find out where my parent's house was?” I asked.
Fiona brushed right by me and took a look around. “Come on, Kelly. You know me. Information like that is easy for me.”
I should've known. Fiona's connections ran deep.
“Big place. Could use some work but nice,” she said, wiping off a layer of dust from an end table.
I closed the front door. “My parents left me a lot of work.”
“You know you could always hire a contractor to finish the house.”
“Yeah with what money? Plus I sort of have this obsession with finishing it
myself.”
“Your funeral.” Fiona walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. She took a seat at the only chair. “Now do I need to force the details out of you or are you going to confess your sins?
I went to the fridge and checked if there was anything to drink. Nope, completely empty. “Do you want some water.” I wasn't a very good host.