A Vampire's Kiss

by Alexis Taylor

  When he found his iPod, as well as a speaker dock, he brought both to the living room. His seat had been taken by a different girl, who he shooed away back behind the couch. He turned the music on, and a blast of house music overtook the room.

  “Just how I like it,” the girl in the green top said, and came out in front of the couch where she and her partner were standing.

  “Your names,” Brett asked.

  “Becky,” the short blonde said, “and my partner is Kristen.”

  “Alright, Becky and Kristen, let’s see what you’ve got.”

  The two girls looked at each other, then nodded and turned around. To the beat of the song, they started rotating their asses sexily. Becky bent over, and drew her hands up along her body, from her ankles to her belly button. She flipped her head over one shoulder, winked at Ryan and the boys, and then jumped all the way around, still swaying to the song. Kristen followed suit.

  As the beat picked up, Becky stepped closer to Ryan, and leaned right over in front of his face until he was sure she was going to fall out of her top. Her hands crawled to her boobs, which she started pressing together in front of him. Ryan didn’t see what her friend was doing – all his attention was on Becky.

  Becky swung her head back, standing up straight again, and looked dreamily at Ryan. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she began to lift her shirt up to reveal a tiny pink bikini top – not even a bra – that just barely covered her nipples. With boobs that round and taught, Ryan was sure she had implants. She brought her hands down to her waist, and clipped a finger into the top of her skirt to lower it just a tiny bit. Ryan couldn’t look away.

  “Jesus, these girls win,” Jamie exclaimed, breaking Ryan out of his trance. Ryan looked to his friend, and saw that he had his face inches away from Kristen’s cleavage. Brett looked pretty comfortable sitting with the other girls positioned around him, too.

  “We do?” Becky asked in a faux-surprised tone, taking a step back. “Why, I’d never even have thought it!”

  “Wait, we didn’t even get a turn yet!” one of the girls standing beside Veronica behind the couch said. “That’s not fair!”

  Ryan found was away by how willing these girls were to start stripping in front of him and his friends.

  “That’s alright,” Ryan said over the music. “Let’s have everyone do another round of shots, and then we’ll decide whether to keep going, or to just head out.” He could see that Veronica had shied away from participating, and wasn’t looking like she’d be completely comfortable partaking in the competition. The last thing he wanted to do was push her away, so he figured if he stopped it now, he could still salvage things. “You girls come around, too,” he said to Veronica and the two girls standing by her. “What are your names?”

  “Jenny,” the one who just protested said. She had a tiny miniskirt on that left the top of her lingerie showing, and an even tighter blouse stretched over her chest.

  “I’m Amanda,” the other one offered. She was probably the least attractive one in the group, but Ryan knew he still would have fucked her in an instant.

  “And you boys know me,” Veronica said. Just as Ryan had thought, she looked relieved to not have to take part in the contest.

  “Alright, you three girls all get the first shots because you’ve been such good sports,” Ryan said as he handed the three of them their drinks. Then he poured everyone else one, and handed them off. Brett was busy in conversation with the two girls around him, but took the shots eagerly – as did his two girls. Hell, for that matter, everyone looked excited to be drinking again.

  “Let’s do a salute,” Ryan announced, “to a great night tonight!”

  “To a great night!” the girls voices rang out, and everyone somewhat sloppily clinked their glasses before taking the liquor.

  “Well then,” Ryan said, wiping away a bit of booze on his mouth with a forearm, “what do you guys say we head out right about now? I know I’m itching to be at a club.”

  “Hell yea,” Becky said excitedly. “Let’s get out of here already!” A clatter of other voices rang out, all saying something in agreement.

  “Alright then,” Ryan said, clapping his hands together and getting up, “looks like we’re ready to go!” And with that, all seven of the girls, plus his two friends, got up from their seats and started towards the door.

  Ryan caught Jamie’s sleeve and pulled him back. His friend looked at him uncertainly.

  “Hey, can you do me a favor?” Ryan asked.

  “Sure man, what’s up?”

  “I think I’m going to stay back tonight,” Ryan admitted. “Veronica’s been giving me ‘fuck-me’ eyes all night long, and I think I have a chance to score with her right now. That is, if you get everyone out of here.”

  Jamie smiled knowingly. “Sure bro, I can do that. You really think you can fuck her once we leave?”

  “Give me a few hours and I’ll get it done,” Ryan said confidently. “Just make sure the rest of the girls don’t notice her absence until you get to the club. Or – preferably – not at all. Just keep them occupied.”

  “Trust me, I know what to do,” Jamie said. “Thanks for setting all this up, by the way. I think I’ve got a chance for a threesome later tonight with Becky and Kristen, if I play my cards right.”

  “I think that one’s pretty much in the bag,” Ryan chuckled, and let Jamie go catch up to the group. Ryan saw that Veronica was standing furthest away from the door, talking to one of her friends – Amanda? – and saw the perfect opportunity. He walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. When her friend saw him, she smiled surreptitiously at him and turned away, giving him and Veronica some privacy.

  “Hey, I’ve got to clean up a bit before heading out,” Ryan began, “I was wondering if you’d be willing to stay back to keep me company for a bit? It’ll only be a few minutes, and we’ll meet everyone in the club then.”

  “Um, I would, but I really got to go with my friends,” she said, looking over her shoulder. When she realized that half the group was already out the front door, she turned back to him and shrugged indifferently. “On the other hand, I don’t mind. Sure, I can stay and wait for you.”

  “Perfect,” Ryan said, and walked back to the sofas. There, he started picking up the shot glasses as Veronica watched him.

  When the door shut closed, Ryan looked up at Veronica.

  “You know, I don’t really have to clean up,” he told her in a steamy voice.

  “I know,” she said simply, and looked to her feet. He crossed the space between them in the blink of an eye.

  “In fact,” he said, lifting her chin up gently so he could look at her stunning eyes, “I didn’t have any intention of leaving the hotel tonight at all.”

  She gulped audibly, and Ryan could feel her begin to tremble. He traced a finger over her cheek, then slowly moved to touch her sultry lips. She opened her mouth a hair and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes and shivering while she did so. Ryan could feel his cock begin to harden this close to her body. He wanted her right now, right here. He lusted for her – for her smell, her taste; her body. Without warning, he grasped her head between his hands, and kissed her with all his might.

  She resisted at first, a bit, keeping her lips sealed, but in a few moments Ryan’s aggression won her over. Her lips parted, and she let his tongue enter her mouth. Her delicious, sweet mouth. He breathed through her, kissing her harder, and she kissed him back. Suddenly, he found her hands grabbing at his hair, pulling him closer to her passionately. He kissed her even more, becoming intoxicated with her taste, overwhelmed completely with her smell. His hands moved down her neck to reach the bottom of her shirt, which he started to pull up quickly. A second later, he had to pull away from kissing her to lift her shirt up over her head.

  “You’re… very forward,” she managed between breaths as she put her arms in the air to let him take off her shirt. But as soon as the shirt was on the floor, she jumped right back at him, attacking him
with wet, passionate kisses. Ryan’s cock was fully erect, now, and stretched tightly against the inside of his boxers. He wanted to let it loose; to be inside Veronica and feel the moist warmth of her pussy all around his dick.

  Something took hold of him – a pure aggression even more powerful than he expected – and he just pushed Veronica away, then turned her around roughly by her shoulders to lift her skirt up. Before she knew it, he had pushed her over away from him, ass sticking out, and was ripping down her panties.

  “What are you doing…?” she began in protest, but gasped when she felt Ryan’s hard cock ride up deep inside of her.

  He rammed his dick in as far as it would go, then held it there. She gasped again. He grabbed her luscious hair and pulled her head up, and leaned over close to her ear. “I’m fucking you,” he told her gruffly, and placed both hands on her hips to start furiously ramming his cock in and out of her small pussy. She cried out in pain with each thrust – this was probably all happening much quicker than she would have liked – but Ryan kept going, ramming his dick in and pulling out with all the might of unadulterated desire.

  As he kept going, fucking her doggy-style like that, her cries of pain slowly became calls of pleasure. Ryan reached under to grab her swinging tits with one hand, gripping tightly – hard enough to hurt her. But all he knew in that moment was the passion he felt, and it was an absolutely animal desire to fuck this girl as hard as he knew how.

  Together, their breaths became as one, and soon both him and Veronica were gasping in synchrony. Their cries rose high above the music playing in the background, and all Ryan could hear was the animal sounds of their impassioned sex. Suddenly, Veronica stopped, and pulled away from him while he was coming out. Angrily, he started to grab at her – but she turned to face him quickly and caught his hand in hers.

  “I would look upon your face,” she said quickly, earnestly. Ryan looked her up and down for a moment. He saw eyeliner streaming down her face where her tears had come, and suddenly what he just did – falling to the raw emotions of desire – felt so absolutely wrong. He came back to himself, and shuddered – had he just started fucking a girl against her will? But then again, she was standing right there, looking up at him with pleading eyes, asking him to continue… if only in a different position.

  Smiling, he bent down and kissed her cheeks, tasting the salty trails of her tears. “Of course,” he whispered, and took her by the hand to lead her to his bed.

  In his room, he allowed her to strip him out of his clothes, and then took the time to take all of hers off, too. He climbed up on the bed, and lay down with his head resting on the pile of pillows. She followed slowly, crawling to him ever-so-sensually, until she put her leg over his body to straddle him, sitting down slowly on his cock.

  Ryan closed his eyes and inhaled in pleasure as she started moving up and down methodically. Her hands lay on Ryan’s bare stomach, balancing her in place, and when Ryan opened his eyes again he found her staring deeply into them.

  “Veronica…” Ryan said in between breaths.

  “Ryan,” she said, emphasizing his name by twisting deliciously on his cock. Then she started moving faster. “Ryan,” she whispered, “Ryan, Ryan Ryan…”

  “Oh my God, Veronica, your pussy feels so good on my dick.”

  “And your cock is so big inside me,” she whimpered, starting to move even faster. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, continuing to move up and down at an unaltered pace.

  Ryan looked at her body. He looked at her clean-shaved pussy, swallowing up his dick, and slowly moved his eyes up. He traced the outline of her waist with his hands, stared for a minute at her beautiful breasts. And then his eyes came up even further. To her neck. Her thin, beautiful, bare neck. He hadn’t noticed it before; not in this way, really. But there was something about it, the way it was so fully exposed with her head thrown back, that called to him. He reached up with his hands slowly, uncertainly, to put them gently around it. It was just so bare, so tantalizingly delicious…

  “Hey, you there?” Veronica asked. Ryan snapped out of his trance and looked up to her eyes. She had moved her head back to frown at him. His hands were still wrapped around her neck. She had stopped moving on his cock, but he hadn’t even noticed.

  “Uh… yea, I’m right here,” he said, letting his hands drop to her hips.

  “Good,” she breathed, and started riding him again. “Mmm, Ryan, you’re so big,” she moaned, getting back into the moment. Ryan closed his eyes once more to let his tactile senses overwhelm him. He could smell her, and he definitely could feel her. But he longed for something more. Something… else.

  He opened his eyes, and stared right at her neck. Why he did so, he couldn’t say, but it was all he knew at that moment. Suddenly, Veronica leaned over towards him, bringing her head down. Her hair flung over his face, and her tits slapped against his cheeks. But for some reason he couldn’t stop looking away from her neck. It was so… mouth-watering. He lifted his own head up, closer to her neck, yearning to sink his teeth deep into that delicate skin – what?!

  A moment of panic overtook him, and he grabbed her by the waist and threw her off him. She hit the floor with a crash.

  “Ryan!” she yelled out angrily. “What the fuck!”

  He looked at her for a moment, dazed. She was lying there, naked and so vulnerable, on the floor. And her neck still called to him. What the hell is going on?!

  “You have to leave. Now.” He spat the words, and jumped out of bed, stepping over her quickly, to rush to the bathroom. “You have to go. Leave. Now!”

  He slammed the door closed in the bathroom and leaned heavily against it. What the hell was that? Something had taken over him, a vile desire that he couldn’t suppress. Suddenly he felt a slam on the door.

  “Ryan!” Veronica screamed at him, “you open this door right this instant! Right now! I want to know what the hell is going on!”

  “You have to go,” Ryan yelled back. “Please. You can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

  “Not safe? Damn right it’s not safe. You can’t just throw me off you like that! When I get my hands on you, you’re going to wish your mother drowned you the day you were born! You’re going to wish…” Ryan let the tirade wash over him, ignoring her words completely. She had no idea. She had no idea what she had just risked being this close to him. Hell, he had no idea what it was, either. But he knew it was bad.

  ~

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Eventually, Veronica’s yelling died down, and not long after Ryan heard the front door close shut. Finally, she had left.

  Ryan decided to err on the side of caution, though, and opened the bathroom door a crack. His room was empty. It had gotten completely dark outside since he ran into the bathroom. He went to look in the living room, which was also empty. Glad that she had actually left, he picked up his clothes, and methodically put them on.

  Something had changed within him. He could feel it. He could feel himself becoming stronger, more powerful. More aggressive. Last night at the club proved that. He had never been so direct with so many girls before – and definitely never had them fall in line so easily to his advances, either. And just this evening, the way he just ripped off Veronica’s clothes, it was… beast-like. What the hell was going on?

  He couldn’t stop thinking about how close he had been to sinking his teeth into Veronica’s smooth neck. It was a completely unnatural desire, but there it was, stronger than any other desire he had ever had. Stronger than his lust for her. Stronger than his desire to fuck her. It shocked him that he could even think about doing something like that.

  At least he managed to stop himself in time. It hadn’t been easy, and it took all his will power. He had just been so caught up in the moment when this… hunger… erupted. It came out of nowhere. But what if he couldn’t stop himself next time? Could he control his own desires?

  He thought he could – if he stayed vigilant. He vowed to never let himse
lf be that drawn into a moment again. But again, what the hell was happening to him?

  Suddenly he remembered the mark on his own neck. And the bruising, and the swelling that had greeted him after he had slept for such an unnaturally long time. They were all unusual events, occurring under unfamiliar circumstances, and something told Ryan they were connected. Somehow, they were all connected.

  He went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The mark that he had been looking for on his neck was gone. The two red imprints were gone. He slid his hand over the area where they had been before. There was nothing there. No scarring, no pain, no hint that anything unusual was ever there.

  Giselle! The thought was sudden, and it was strong. All of this started after that night with Giselle. If he were a betting man, he’d put everything he had on linking all of this back to her. He had to find her. He had to talk to her. He had to learn what she knew – and who she was.

  But he had no idea where she was. Dammit! Ryan slammed his fists against the counter in frustration. He met her when he was intoxicated, and she left without a trace. Like a ghost. Finding her again would be as likely as finding a needle in a haystack – two times in a row. But he had to track her down. Somehow, someway, he had to.

  He returned to his room, feeling extremely tired all of a sudden. His friends were all out at the club, and Veronica was gone, too. He didn’t want to talk to anybody again tonight. He locked his bedroom door, closed the blinds, and collapsed into bed. In seconds, a deep sleep overtook him.

  The next morning, Ryan woke up before anyone else. At least, he assumed it was before anyone else once he checked his cell phone and saw that it was 10:00AM. An early start to another day in Ibiza, but he had more pressing issues on his mind than raucous partying. Such as figuring out what the hell was happening to him. And trying to see if he could find out anything about Giselle.

  His stomach rumbled, and he felt a strong craving for breakfast. Not just any breakfast, either; he wanted something hearty, something thick and juicy. Like meat. A good steak was what he craved more than anything. Which was nearly as strange a breakfast as he could expect.