by Ava Lore
No, you agreed to go our separate ways, as long as that meant you didn't have to go anywhere or do anything. Think I'll just roll over for you? You can't even make me come with a good fingerbang. I have seen the light, my friend. She couldn't get her tongue to cooperate with such a long string of words, however. She had to settle for something more succinct.
"All my accounts were locked," Chloe told him as the vampire picked her up as easily as if she were a kitten, wrapped her legs around his waist, and moved to the couch. They fell together onto the cushions in a heap, his hips coming to rest between her thighs. He studiously ignored James and instead began to work her clothes off. "And... uh... no cash..."
“Chloe, stop this, you're acting like a child...”
I am? I am? Fuck you.
Against the soft mound of her breasts, she felt the vampire smile.
“Well, I still had the key,” she said as the vampire managed to work her sweater over her head. “And I couldn't get a hotel... I thought, um—ah!” Her blouse parted, and with a swift yank on her bra her breasts popped free, bouncing straight into the vampire's cool hands, which immediately warmed upon contact. Roughly he dragged his palms over her nipples and Chloe mewled and squirmed, tossing her head back as she tried to press every inch of her body against his.
"What do you think this is accomplishing, Chloe?” James sounded angry now. “If you think this is some kind of revenge on me or something, I just... I don't even know. Jesus, would you stop?" A quelling hand landed on the vampire's shoulder from behind.
Oh, boy, Chloe thought.
The vampire, to his credit, moved like a human being when he whirled around and punched James in the face. Chloe was sure he'd pulled the punch, too, but even a pulled punch can hurt like hell. James hit the ground like a fallen tree.
"Oh my god!" Jenny had just arrived on the scene. Now the little living room was even more crowded and confusing. Chloe was starting to think this hadn't been such a good idea as Jenny rushed to James' side and helped him into a sitting position. He was holding his nose. Blood streamed down his chin from behind his hand.
“What the fuck, man, what the fuck—you broke my nose—!”
"Oh, sorry chum," the vampire said in the most bored, aristocratic accent Chloe had ever heard. "War reflexes, you know." And he put out a hand to help James to his feet.
Without thinking, James took it, and the vampire pulled him effortlessly upright. Their eyes locked. A dazed look passed over James's face.
"Hello," the vampire said conversationally.
"Hey," said James.
Chloe licked her lips. She didn't know what she was going to do if this went south, but she was sure she would do something. Her whole body tensed as she waited for things to play out.
“Sorry to bother you,” the vampire continued, clearly not sorry at all, “but I was just hoping to fall into bed with a beautiful woman, and what should she tell me but a story about a faithless fiance and a treacherous friend?” He shifted his eyes to Jenny, who had begun to bristle. Immediately she calmed. Her eyes unfocused and stared somewhere far away.
“That's better. After all, we are all acquaintances here. We all know the score. Now... James, was it? James... tell me, what made you think you should be the one who keeps the living quarters? Do you not possess sufficient funds to procure your own place to live?”
This was something Chloe hadn't thought of before. She knew Jenny was in a bad way financially, but Jenny had always been twenty dollars away from losing her apartment the entire time Chloe had known her. She was just bad with money. James, on the other hand, had a good paying job. He had plenty of money.
Except apparently he didn't, because he shook his head. “No,” he said dreamily. “I lost my job five months ago.”
Chloe gasped. Five months?
The vampire didn't look at her, but she saw a muscle twitch in his neck. “I see. Did you inform your fiancee of this fact?”
“No. I was ashamed. I told Jenny. I hid it from Chloe. I've been using up our savings keeping up my half of the bills...”
Their savings? A sick feeling settled in her stomach, pushing back the breathless desire, leaving her reeling. “Was that why you cut me off from our accounts?” she demanded. “So I wouldn't find out?”
James' mouth twitched but he didn't answer right away.
“Well?” the vampire prompted.
“Yes,” James said. “That was why.”
Chloe collapsed back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling. All that money... was it all gone? She'd been saving her birthday money since she was seven—seven!—for something special. Like a honeymoon, or a down-payment on a house with her husband. She'd thought that was going to be James.
She was going to have to start all over again. Chloe covered her face with her hands and tried not to hyperventilate.
“I think,” the vampire said, “that you should leave all your valuables here. Go fetch a piece of paper... Good. Now write on it: I, first name and last name, do hereby bequeath all items in my possession worth more than the sum of one dollar to—”
“Twenty dollars,” Chloe interjected. “Inflation.”
“Apologies. More than the sum of twenty dollars to Miss Chloe Banks. Any remaining items will be collected and removed in the space of seventy-two hours.' Good. Now sign it. You, too, Miss. You'll make a fine witness. Now date it. Now... pack a change of clothes and get the hell out of here. Miss Banks does not want to see your weaselly face again.”
“Yes, sir,” James mumbled.
Chloe dropped her hands from her eyes and watched as James and Jenny calmly gathered their things. They must both have very little money, Chloe realized, otherwise they might have gone to crash at Jenny's apartment. Had Jenny been kicked out? Why didn't they tell her? Why turn to each other and keep her in the dark? It was no wonder they'd ended up fucking. Her relationship must have been over long before James and Jenny had begun their tryst.
She sat up and twisted the gold and diamond engagement ring from her finger. “James,” she said as he walked placidly toward the front door, preparing to waltz out of her life permanently. He turned and looked at her. There was no malice in his gaze, just a sort of general confusion, as though he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Chloe felt sorry for him.
She held the ring up. “Here,” she said. “You can get a decent amount for this.”
“Are you sure?” the vampire said.
Chloe nodded. James gave the vampire an inquiring look and he inclined his head. Crossing the room, James reached for the ring.
Their fingers brushed together. Chloe felt nothing.
Then James and Jenny left and she was alone in her apartment with the vampire.
Slowly, the tension drained from her shoulders and Chloe slumped in her seat, suddenly exhausted. “Um... thanks,” she said.
The vampire shrugged. “It is safer here than at a hotel.”
Chloe didn't even have the energy to ask why the apartment was safer. Other vampires couldn't enter. That technically made it safer. Since the vampire was no doubt paranoid about getting bound up and tossed in a concrete foundation again, she could hardly begrudge him his precautions.
And she had her apartment back. The place where she had grown up out of college and moved forward.
She looked around. When my lease is up, Chloe thought, maybe I should get a new place. Can't get too comfortable.
She stood up and brushed her hands off with sharp, brisk movements, as though to brush off the last three years of her life. “Well,” she said, “that's settled. What would you like to do? There's a television, that shows pictures and stories from around the globe, it might help get you caught up. And that over there is a computer. It's kind of slow, but I guess you won't know the difference. It's like a typewriter, but hooked up to a billion other typewriters and they all have books and books of stuff in them. Some of the books are badly written and really weird and some are downright scary, but it could help bring you up t
o speed, too. Or, I mean, I guess you could ask me questions...”
“I'd rather fuck you until you screamed my name,” the vampire said.
Chloe's brain ground to a halt.
“Oh,” she said.
His mouth quirked up at the corner. “You find this objectionable?”
She licked her lips. “Uh. I thought when you said you wanted to fall into bed with a beautiful woman that you were just being nice to me and taking care of my... um... ex-fiance problem.”
The vampire's eyes widened in shock. “I beg your pardon?” he said. “I was nothing but truthful in that regard. I will show you such a diverting time, Miss Chloe Banks, that you will forget all about your other troubles—which are now considerably less. You're welcome.”
A red hot blush spread up her neck to her face. “I mean... I'm not beautiful. I'm just the first woman you've seen in the past one hundred and one years...” She looked down at her body and realized her chest and stomach were exposed. The blush became nuclear and she hurriedly grabbed her blouse and pulled it around her.
Nothing could completely hide the rolls she hated, or the softness of her too-bountiful form, but at least she could cover everything up in her librarian's uniform. Cute tweed skirts and soft layers that wrapped her up and obscured all the bits she hated, with sensible black pumps to make her legs appear shapely. That was what she was comfortable with. Not running around with no bra and her blouse open.
She stared hard at the Berber carpet, trying to suppress her humiliation.
“Good heavens,” the vampire said. “Do you really think that? I assure you, I have seen quite a few women since rising from my inconvenient slumber. Aside from the fact that they would all be significantly easier to bed as they would be susceptible to my suggestions, I would prefer you any day of the week. Why do you think I've stuck around and helped you with your ex-fiance problem?”
“Because you're a nice guy deep down underneath?” Chloe hazarded.
The vampire started to protest, then chuckled. “Perhaps I am. But don't go telling anyone that. Now, where were we?”
He crossed the room to stand in front of her. She had to force herself to look up into his fathomless eyes, but when she finally managed it she was glad she did. He gazed down at her with a smoldering intensity no man had ever turned her direction before.
He reached out and gently disengaged her white-knuckled grip from her blouse. “Breasts as beautiful as these should never be hidden,” he said. His voice was soft, but urgent. “It is a disservice to their magnificence, and an impossibility besides.” Cool fingers ran over her chest, sending up goosebumps over her skin, and Chloe sucked air through her nose, feeling faint.
Could he truly mean that? She thought she'd been a convenience. She'd been James' convenience. She had been Jenny's convenient fat friend. She was Deena's convenient whipping girl at work. It was hard to believe he actually wanted her for some reason other than the fact that she was convenient.
“You don't mean that,” she said automatically. She couldn't accept it.
“Don't be ridiculous,” the vampire said. “My tongue in your sweet pussy wasn't enough to convince you that I would like to fuck you senseless?”
“Such language,” Chloe murmured, trying to find refuge in humorous distance, but his large hands skated over the outside swell of her breasts and cupped them, lifting them up. Circling his thumbs over her taut nipples, the vampire smiled at her.
“You like it,” he said. Leisurely, he slipped her blouse from her shoulders and down her arms, but he didn't remove it. Instead, he twisted and tied the fabric, and when he was done her hands were bound behind her, her back arched and her tits heaving. His hands returned, playing with her, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Chloe licked her lips. She did like it.
The vampire smiled. “Shall I be blunt? It was uncouth to be blunt a hundred years ago. I hope it is just as dirty now.”
“It is,” Chloe said faintly. “Please, be blunt.”
“Very well. Do you know what it is like, buried beneath the ground? It is cold. And hard. And dreadfully, dreadfully dull. At first, you are angry.” His hands on her breasts suddenly grew rougher, grabbing great handfuls of flesh and pinching her nipples sharply. “You will kill the sons-of-bitches who put you there.” He snaked a hand up her throat and behind her head, grabbing her by the hair. Pulling back, he exposed her throat to his heated gaze.
Desire coursed through her at the possessive gesture. Her breath picked up, her breasts pressing urgently into his hand, but to her dismay he removed it and began to smooth his palm over the rest of her body. He seemed to revel in her softness. “Then the boredom sets in. You go mad. You come back. You go mad again. Sometimes you sleep for years. And you dream.”
He tilted his head, giving her whole body an appraising look. “I dreamed of beautiful women, but none so lush as you.”
“Fat,” she corrected him.
He pinched the swell of her buttocks and twisted. Chloe jumped and yelped, her arms yanking involuntarily on the bindings of her blouse, and she lost her balance. The vampire caught her easily, laughing. “Fertile,” he corrected her. “Do you know what it means to a man who has been starving for a hundred years in the cold hard ground to find a soft, warm, willing woman such as you? I didn't even dare dream of someone like you. That's how divine you are to me.”
She'd never been described as divine. Chloe relaxed into him as his lips found her shoulder and began to plant curiously warm kisses over the swell of flesh there. “Why are you warmer?” she asked.
He pulled back. “I'm not sure,” he said, surprised. “Perhaps you bring out the memories of life in me.”
“Oh. Well. Don't stop?”
“I won't.”
He lifted her up as though she were light as a feather, one hand supporting her, the other ripping away her dowdy tweed skirt. The sound of tearing stitches buzzed through the apartment, and then the whole world tipped and turned as he lifted her up high and pulled her thighs over his shoulders before propping her against the wall. His hands spread over the cheeks of her ass and kneaded them hard as he buried his head between her legs.
Chloe reeled, the wall cool and solid against her back, the ceiling inches from the top of her head, her arms still bound behind her, her shoulders torqued to discomfort, but the vampire's breath ghosting over the flesh on the inside of her thighs sent shivers skittering over her skin. With great effort she refrained from writhing—she wasn't afraid she would fall, exactly, but her balance wasn't the best—and instead dug her heels into his back.
Between her thighs, sharp vampiric teeth ripped away the sensible cotton of her panties, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air. She gasped as he ran his tongue over the crease between her leg and her labia, her eyes rolling in her head. His hair brushed against her inner thigh and the arms holding her up tensed as he tilted his head and began to explore her with his tongue.
The deadly curved surface of his fangs slid against her wet pussy as he opened his mouth wide and peeled his lips back. Chloe held herself very still.
He chuckled at her caution, and the sound buzzed through her core to her womb. “I love the taste of your pussy,” he said. There was a harsh edge to his voice. “Thick and creamy. Sweet and sour. I'm going to fuck it hard. Would you like that? A nice rough pounding?”
Chloe mewled and nodded, her ass tensing beneath his hands as she tried to meet his mouth half-way.
“Maybe I should fuck your ass, too,” the vampire said. “I've never seen an ass so glorious, so full and waiting for me to bury my cock inside it. Maybe you'd like that, too... Oh, I see you do. You don't have to say anything. Your body tells me you want me inside you anyway you can get me. Your pussy is going to overflow any second now...”
With a long, slow stroke of his tongue, he licked her cream away and Chloe moaned. She didn't know what to say. Yes, she wanted him. She'd been in a relationship for four years and had never even thought she might like to ta
ke a cock in her ass... but somehow, when the vampire suggested it, it seemed like the best idea she'd ever heard...
Her eyes flew open and she looked down. His eyes met hers.
“Are you glamoring me?” she demanded, breathlessly.
He smirked at her. “No,” he said. “I think you may perhaps be too observant to be susceptible to such things. But you don't need me to glamour you to want a good hard fuck. You need one. I'm guessing you've never been properly laid. Especially not by that little shit that ran out of here with his tiny cock held between his legs like a whipped dog's tail.”
Jesus, he had a way with words. “Then... then why are you saying those things?” she asked.
“It's called talking dirty,” he said. “You like it.” Not a question, just a statement. Holding her eyes, he leaned forward and licked her pussy again. She watched, fascinated, as her labia, covered in short, fine hair, swelled and parted with the passage of his tongue, and when he finally flicked the tip over her aching clit Chloe hissed and bucked into his face.
“Patience, patience, pet.” And he flattened his tongue against her clit and began to swirl it around the little nub in slow, torturous figure eights.
Her back bowed and Chloe cried out. His tongue was rough and cool, but the eyes on hers burned white hot. His fangs were out, brushing over her labia, and when he dipped his tongue deep inside her their wicked curves pressed against her pussy.
His rhythm picked up, in and out, around and around. The hands on her ass kneaded harder, his cool fingers slipping into the hot crack and brushing over the puckered entrance there. Her whole body drew taut, quivering with anticipation and barely contained pleasure. Her toes pointed and curled as her legs tightened around his head, drawing him in closer, urging him to pick up his pace, and he obliged as he slipped one hand forward into the slit of her pussy.
A long cool finger played with her entrance as he picked up the pace of his tongue, and Chloe felt her whole body knot up and pull tight. He smoldered inside his cool skin, his eyes bright and wicked as her release built inside her at the base of her belly. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she panted as his tongue sped up, faster and faster, until it swirled around her clit at an inhuman speed.