A Vampire's Kiss

by Alexis Taylor

  Before Jamie or Brett had a chance to say anything, Ryan was making his way through the dance floor, flowing between all the moving bodies. His eyes were locked on a lone brunette dancing by herself in the far corner. He hadn’t seen her talking to anybody else, which meant that even if she had come here with a group, she had long since removed herself from them. And he knew that lone girls always made significantly easier targets.

  He came closer to her, and could start to smell her enticing perfume. How he could distinguish it amongst all the other smells he couldn’t say, but he knew it was hers. He walked to her side, stopped, and grabbed her by the hips to pull her into him. His mind was blank – he was operating on pure instinct.

  She looked at him in surprise for a second, but quickly acquiesced and let Ryan take her. She began grinding provocatively on his cock in time to the music, and Ryan’s hands slid around her body to grab her impressive tits. Both their bodies moved to the beat of the song, and she flung her hair in Ryan’s face as she swung her head side to side. She smelled good, and the way she continued to grind her firm ass against Ryan’s crotch spurred all kinds of sexual thoughts within him.

  Without warning, he roughly turned her around and started making out with her. She moved her body against Ryan’s, while her moist lips and tongue explored Ryan’s mouth with a fervor he hadn’t expected. Her hands gripped Ryan’s face, and his hands moved from her ass to her tits freely. She continued to grind her hips against Ryan, causing his cock to come to life with excitement. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away, causing her to almost stumble forward. He looked her straight in the eyes, and in a deep, commanding voice that amazed even himself, said, “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.”

  She looked shocked at his directness, but that quickly washed over as an expression of understanding and… anticipation? … came upon her face. She nodded, biting her lower lip, and squeezed past Ryan.

  Ryan stood there for a second, considering the sequence of events. He had never remembered things coming so easily before. But he felt a renewed vigor within him; a new sense of purpose that he didn’t quite recognize but welcomed wholeheartedly. But why had he asked her to meet him there in two minutes, and not straight away? Then he realized he wanted to grab another shot of vodka, first.

  He started making his way back to the VIP section, where his friends were sitting, but on his way another girl, this time a sexy blonde in a flimsy pink top, stepped right in front of him. She had ravenous eyes, and Ryan recognized the look of pure desire on her face.

  “Hey,” she said sexily. The way she stood there, looking at him with such hungry eyes, erased any doubts and uncertainties in Ryan’s mind. Instead of replying, he grabbed her roughly and pulled her close. She giggled and threw herself at him, kissing him sloppily. Her hands crept down to his crotch, where his penis was still semi erect from that last girl, and she started rubbing her palm against the outside of his jeans. After another minute of a sloppy, wet make out, Ryan realized that the girl he had sent to the bathroom must be waiting for him. He pulled away from the blonde, and saw disappointment blossom in her eyes. Instead of dwelling on it, he turned her by the shoulders and slapped her ass obnoxiously to send her on her way. She went with a jump, and shot a remorseful look at Ryan as he continued past her.

  He got back to his seat to find both his friends staring at him as if seeing him for the first time.

  “What’s with you guys?” Ryan asked as he poured himself a shot casually. A bit too casually.

  “Dude,” Jamie began speechlessly, “I’ve never seen you do that!”

  “Oh, you were watching?” Ryan replied coyly.

  “I’ve never seen you with so much confidence,” Brett stumbled. “Your aggression was amazing! You were grabbing girls left and right!”

  “And every single girl on that dance floor was staring at you,” Jamie added.

  “What the hell happened to you?” Brett asked. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

  “I dunno,” Ryan shrugged. “Things just seem to be easy tonight.”

  “I’ll say,” Jamie said. “So what are you doing back here? That blonde girl looked like she wanted to fuck your brains out right on the dance floor.”

  “Actually,” Ryan said, pausing momentarily to down his shot, “that first girl is waiting for me in the bathroom right now.” And he turned back to go, leaving his two friends with their mouths hanging open in amazement.

  Sure enough, as Ryan came in view of the bathrooms, he recognized the brunette leaning against a wall and looking around anxiously. When she recognized him in the distance, she smiled coyly, winked, and walked through the bathroom door.

  Ryan followed her in. The bright light inside made him blink a few times to adjust to the difference from the dim club lights, but when his eyes finally came to focus, he saw the girl – and realized just how lucky he was. This brunette was drop-dead gorgeous. Fine eye liner emphasized slightly tilted eyes that looked like they were hiding a secret, and plump lips framed a little mouth under high, perfectly sculpted cheekbones. All thought evaporated completely.

  Ryan rushed to her, letting pure emotion and arousal take over, and slammed her against the wall as his lips found her. He made out with her viciously, all the while feeling the curves of her body with one hand. He reached under the bottom of her dress to run his hand along the inside of her thigh, making his way quickly to her vagina. When he reached it, he was pleasantly surprised to find her already wet. He continued to kiss her, and with his free hand started massaging her clit. She breathed heavily into his mouth, and the intoxicating aroma of her shampoo and perfume created an overwhelming olfactory sensation.

  With her hands, she reached down into Ryan’s pants to grip his penis tightly and start stroking it very quickly. He pulled back from her mouth, and let her fall to her knees while simultaneously unbuckling his belt. Ryan dropped his pants, and she tore down his boxers to expose his hard, fully erect penis.

  She paused for a second, taking a long, savoring look at Ryan’s dick. He began breathing harder in aroused anticipation, and she quickly jolted her head forward to start sucking his cock. Ryan leaned his hands against the wall and closed his eyes as she went to work. The feeling of his dick in her mouth was splendid, and she wasted no time building anything up – with her, everything was full speed from the get-go.

  Ryan groaned loudly as she continued bobbing her head back and forth, each time bringing him that much closer to ejaculating. She gripped Ryan’s bare ass with one hand, and – when he looked down – he saw that she was rubbing herself off with her other hand! The faster she sucked, the faster her hand moved down at her pussy. Already, Ryan was close to reaching full climax, and, from the sounds she was making, so was she.

  “Baby, suck me harder,” Ryan moaned as she stopped to take a deep breath before continuing. He was panting heavily, and she began moaning loudly as she continued taking Ryan’s cock in and out of her mouth with astounding speed. A shiver ran down Ryan’s spine, and he took her head with his hands to make her move even faster; to increase the friction. At the same time, he started moving his hips gruffly forward and back, ramming his cock deep down her throat and pulling it out as she struggled to breathe under him. All of a sudden, Ryan felt the familiar, exciting shiver that came right before he ejaculated.

  “I’m going to cum,” he told her, and she pulled her head back, opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out, and took Ryan’s dick with one hand to rub him off with as much fervor as she could manage. In seconds, Ryan felt the climax, and trembled as a heavy load of hot cum shot out of his dick all over her delicious face. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw that she was already licking the cum around her lips like a good girl.

  “That was great,” Ryan said, and bent down to pick up his boxers. At the same time, the girl collected his load with one hand and brought it to her mouth, swallowing everything.

  “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up,” Ryan suggested, putt
ing his jeans back on. The girl stood up and walked unsteadily to the sink to touch up her makeup. While she was looking at herself in the mirror, Ryan felt a pang of remorse as he stealthily made his way out the bathroom door. He had done what he wanted to do – received all manners of satisfaction from her he was looking for – and saw no reason to stretch out the encounter past the blowjob. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her head swing over in his direction as he opened the door, but he was already lost in the crowd when she ran out of the bathroom.

  **

  That night, Ryan was on fire. He was an absolute beast; an unstoppable machine. He was grabbing girls left and right on the dance floor, making out with them as he pleased, and meeting absolutely no resistance. He felt like he could go on forever. He didn’t know if it was something to do with the city he was in, or with the time of year, or the penchant for easy lays that this place was known for that contributed to his success, but he reveled in it all. It was unbelievable. He danced, and had girls come up to grind on his cock without any effort of his own. He grabbed their tits and caressed their bodies. Sometimes he took the girls from the dance floor to do body shots from their cleavage, and other times he was perfectly content just wrapping his palms over their tight asses.

  As the night went on, and his successes increased, he felt a power rise through him; an unrelenting aggression completely foreign to his body. But he welcomed it, embracing it unlike anything before. He was on top of the fucking world, and there was nobody who was going to stand in his way!

  From time to time, he went to check back with his friends, who were finding successes of their own, but nothing of the sort Ryan was seeing. He even felt bad, once, and brought two girls over for them because he didn’t want to keep two to himself at the same time.

  After what seemed like hours of nonstop, raucous partying, Ryan collapsed by himself on the red leather sofa that had been claimed by him and his friends at the start of the night. He saw Jamie over by the bar talking to a tall redhead, and over on the dance floor Brett had his lips locked with an attractive tall blonde. He looked over to his friends, and once he got their attention, waved them over.

  They came, each with a girl on their arms. Ryan was feeling somewhat tired after his adventures in the club, and wanted to head back to the hotel room. But he didn’t want to leave without his friends. At the same time, he didn’t want to cock block them either.

  “Imagine that,” Jamie said as he sat down with his girl on his lap, “the man who was having all the success tonight is sitting here by his lonesome.”

  Ryan laughed in reply, and said, “I think I’ve had all I can handle in one night, don’t you?”

  “I’d say,” Brett offered, then turned his head as the blonde girl grabbed his face to continue making out with him.

  “So you guys want to head back to the hotel room soon?” Ryan asked, looking at Jamie and his girl. “I’m Ryan, by the way,” he offered, raising a hand in greeting to Jamie’s redhead. He didn’t bother with Brett’s blonde – she was much too occupied to pay him any mind right then.

  “Rebecca,” the redhead answered in a rich, silky voice.

  “Nice to meet you,” Ryan said. “I take it you’ve already met my friend Jamie.” She giggled at his joke, then leaned over to whisper something in Jamie’s ear before getting up and walking over to Brett’s girl, who she tapped on the shoulder before saying something Ryan couldn’t make out to her. Brett’s blonde nodded, and got up. Both girls then walked away.

  “They’re getting us some more shots,” Jamie explained to Ryan. Brett settled back comfortably on the couch, looking – and probably feeling – like he was king of the world.

  “I was just saying to Jamie how we should probably head back to the hotel room,” Ryan said to Brett.

  “What, you’re willing to leave all by yourself?” Brett laughed. But then he nodded, adding, “I think my girl wouldn’t mind leaving, though.”

  “What about you?” Ryan asked Jamie.

  “I can finagle something out of her,” Jamie answered. “It’s always a good sign when girls buy you drinks, in any case.”

  “Hey,” Brett said to Ryan, a somewhat serious expression coming over his face, “what about that girl from back in Boston?”

  “Who?”

  “The one who came to visit with Ashley and her friends a few nights before we left. The one you had a thing for.”

  “Oh, you mean Veronica! What about her?”

  “I just remembered that you were trying to get her to meet us out here. I was wondering how that was going.”

  “What, the blonde isn’t enough for you?” Ryan laughed. “To be honest, I haven’t thought of her at all before you mentioned her. I haven’t even checked my phone for any messages since arriving.”

  “It’s not like he needs any more girls, anyway,” Jamie laughed.

  “No, I guess not,” Brett chuckled. “Still, with his luck, I wouldn’t be surprised to find her standing in the middle of Ryan’s room when we got back to the hotel!”

  “That would be some story,” Ryan said, cocking an eyebrow in thought. “Tell you guys what. If both of you manage to have sex with your girls tonight, I’ll do my best to try to get her out here. That would be epic.”

  “Another challenge, huh?” Jamie laughed. “Hell, I’m up for it. Count me in.”

  “I don’t even need the extra motivation,” Brett gloated. “My girl is down to fuck no matter what. She said so herself.”

  “Is that so?” a high, feminine voice inquired right behind him. Brett spun around, and Ryan saw Brett’s blonde girl standing right behind the couch, her fists on her hips in an angry stance.

  “No, baby, I didn’t mean it that way…” Brett stuttered, but before he could finish, a shot of alcohol flew into his face. With a triumphant “Hmph!” the blonde girl spun around and stalked away.

  Jamie’s redhead looked from him to Ryan, and over to Brett, before muttering something that sounded an awful lot like “assholes” under her breath, and followed after the blonde.

  Brett turned around slowly, and Ryan couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The front of Brett’s shirt was drenched with liquor, and he had the most confused expression on his face.

  “Well, are you just going to sit there, or are you going to go after them?” Ryan asked in between laughs.

  “I don’t think she really wants to see me…” Brett offered.

  “Nonsense!” Ryan said, “if you play your cards right – do some real damage control – I think you still have a shot with her.”

  “You think?” Brett asked.

  Jamie rolled his eyes and stood up. “If you’re not going to go, I have to, anyway. But I have a feeling that if your girl doesn’t join us tonight, mine won’t either.” And with that, he strode hurriedly after the girls. Brett looked back to Ryan. Ryan shrugged, but nodded him on. Shrugging, Brett got up to follow.

  Ryan leaned back and waited for his friends to return. He had a feeling everything would work out just fine for them in the end.

  ~

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Ryan woke up the next day half sprawled over the sofa in their hotel room. He had been right – both his friends managed to salvage the situation last night and bring their girls back to the hotel room. Here, there had been copious amounts of drinking after returning from the club. He couldn’t remember much after that, but knew that both his friends retreated into their rooms before he passed out with their individual girls on their arms.

  Ryan sat up, blinking at the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. He stretched, and scratched the back of his head. Surprisingly, given the amount he had been drinking last night, he felt no ill effects whatsoever – no hangover, no discomfort at all. He felt completely refreshed.

  He stood up, and waded into his room. Another surprise greeted him there. On his bed, completely naked, lay a third girl, fast asleep. Ryan looked at her body, her bare chest rising and falling rhythmically in the deep breath
s of sleep, and suddenly memories from last night flooded back to him.

  Not only had his friends brought back girls from the club, but he also managed to grab one on the way out. He scratched his head wonderingly. How he managed all that in one night, he had no idea. First the blowjob in the club bathroom, then all the girls he made out with on the dance floor, and finally a night of sex with a girl that he barely remembered. That was a night for the ages.

  He walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and quickly getting in. Once he finished scrubbing himself off, he stepped out and looked at his neck in the mirror. It looked almost completely healed, except for those two red marks. At least he wasn’t bothered by any pain from it this morning.

  He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and looked again at the girl fast asleep on his bed. How he ended up sleeping on the sofa and not with her on the bed, he had no idea. He came up to her, scanning her beautiful body, and then gently put a hand to her shoulder to shake her awake.

  She opened her eyes groggily, then smiled when she saw him.

  “Hey sexy,” she said in a low voice.

  “Hey,” Ryan replied. He realized he had no idea what her name was.

  “Mmm, we had a good time last night, huh?”

  “The best.” Ryan paused, and considered fucking her again right here and now. Her body just looked so luscious in the full light. Plus, this time he was sure he’d remember it.

  Suddenly, she shot up and stared wide-eyed at him. “Ryan,” she said hurriedly, “what time is it?”

  “I’m not sure,” he answered. “Maybe two, or three?”

  “Shit!” she spat, and jumped right out of bed. She grabbed her panties and pulled them on hastily, followed by jeans that framed her tight ass perfectly. “I had work this morning at ten,” she emphasized, then stared daggers at Ryan. “This is all your fault! I asked you to wake me this morning!”