Chapter Five – Jack
Chapter Five
Jack
The bachelorette herself was next. She was sitting on another chair—this one lower to the ground, and far more sturdy, her knees together, her hands primly in her lap.
I sat down beside her and offered her both condoms, pressing them into her hands like she was Helen Keller—I didn’t think she’d take me up on my offer, but I wanted her to have the same chance.
After that, I prepared to sit quietly beside her until the clock ran out—except… .
One of her hands rose and found my face, pressing against my lips for utter silence.
I nodded into her hand, understanding. The other girls could go home with stories—but absolutely no one could know if anything happened here tonight to her.
Then her hands found one of mine and brought it up, underneath her skirt.
It was a testament to her bravery—or my temptation—that she was willing to risk getting caught. With that thought in mind, I shifted the cotton of her underwear over and stroked against her folds.
Her thighs squeezed—and her hands pulled me in, begging me to feel where she was hottest.
I dared to push a finger in, feeling the walls of her pussy give way as she leaned back.
Her other hand reached out for my head and caught it, bringing me down to kiss her quietly.
I didn’t know if this was all she wanted—but I did know that the best gift that I could give her, on her last likely night of freedom, was an orgasm.
I pushed two fingers inside her and kept stroking her clit with my thumb. Her hips rocked up and down, forcing my fingers to thrust, until she seemed to come to a decision. She pulled my hand away, and I thought the gig was up—when she handed me an extra condom.
As a vampire, I can do all sorts of things quietly that normal people cannot—open belts, open flys, and open wrappers. When I was ready for her I reached out for her hand and brought it to myself, so she could stroke me and know.
Instead, she held on, and rose to lasso one leg over my lap then the other, bracing herself on the chair back behind me.
Slowly—I knew it was slow because I could hear the seconds count down—she stirred my cock into her, spinning her hips like a merry-go-round, letting my cock feel each of her walls in turn.
Any time a woman took me like this, I couldn’t help but think of Thea. My jaw dropped, with sensations and with memories. Even though we had to be quiet, I wanted her to know how I felt—I rested my head against her chest and held her close as she slid down.
She cradled my head to her chest with one hand as we sealed, her hips atop my own, and then I licked my thumb and reached in to rub her.
She didn’t rise and fall and I didn’t thrust, those things would’ve made too much sound—all she did was rock on top of me as my thumb followed her clit.
Her hips rolled in wide circles, swirling me into her tightness, and I knew this was her signature move, likely what Daryl lived for, and I made a mental note to be jealous on principle of men named Daryl for the rest of my too long life.
Her hand sank down to take over from my thumb and I knew the friction between us was growing, could see the way her blood flowed low, and almost feel her pussy beginning to throb—and there it was—she spasmed around my cock, pulsing hard.
Then she leaned forward and bit my shoulder, through my clothing, but nonetheless my body wanted to respond in kind—the only thing that saved both of us was the perfect wave of pleasure emanating out from her, and the closeness of my own orgasm.
I cupped her head to my neck, urging her to bite me again, as my other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her onto me, hard, and she bit down again just like I wanted her to.
The pain, the shock, the beauty, the temptation—my cock stiffened inside her, pumping out its load, and I only managed silence by gritting my teeth.
We both sat there for a second, spent. Then just as carefully as she’d mounted me, she dismounted. I stroked one hand down her satin sash, likely painting myself with glitter, and then stood. I only had enough time to gather myself up before the alarm rang.