Chapter Five
She bobbed on him expertly (well, she thought she was doing pretty well, based on his reactions).
Penny never moved her eyes from Brax’s face, barely blinking.
He kept losing the battle to keep his eyelids open as tidal waves of pleasure engulfed him, her warm, wet mouth sucking him from root to tip and then back down, fist at his base, squeezing him tight.
His head would tilt back with the moans she dragged from him, but each time he lifted his head, her eyes were still there, attached to his gaze.
God, he’s so pretty. My snowman. Snow vampire. All cool skin and white ripples, then this little patch of shadow. She ran her fingers through the crisp, dark hair, then dragged her nails slowly down one thigh, still watching him as he trembled, twitched, and moaned her name.
“Penny... Fuck, Penny... My Penny’s so good at this. So good to me,” Brax purred as her tongue lapped his slit and pre-cum slipped from him.
“Mmm. Sweet.” She dragged her tongue slowly from the bottom of his tip to the top, lips locking around it at the end, hand tightening around his shaft and pumping.
“Gonna come for you, sweetheart. In your pretty little mouth,” he spoke in short, harsh bursts. “Or your pussy. Where?”
She spoke between bobbing her head against him, loving the feel of his hands kneading her scalp, tenderly lifting hair back and off her flushed skin.“Here first.” Her throat felt better. All of her felt better after being around him. Another lift of her head, “I haven’t done that before.”
“What?” Brax looked startled.
“Mouth. I mean, it was like getting ready. Not finishing. Down there was the main event.” She shrugged. “But I’m doing good. I can tell.”
“That’s right. You’re fucking amazing—at—this.” He had to take short catch-breaths as she resumed her antics on his about-to-burst cock. “And don’t you forget it. Don’t let anyone—ever, oh, fuck, tell you different. Fuck!”
“This is sort of fucking.” She slipped off of him and back down with a wink.
“I love this sort of fucking,” Brax said with a smile.
HE LOVED THIS. LOVED the way they were together right now, looking at her, wanting her, and even having her—and it was all so close and connected, and there were none of the usual dark twinges of anger and pain that came with lusting after her.
Wanting her. No sensation that the game of cat and mouse was getting away from him—or that he had turned into prey.
No, this is a different sort of game. I want to play with her, but play like this. Wanting each other.
Is it wrong to suddenly love someone so much you wish they’d never get hurt, never get sick, but still find them so much more agreeable when they’re ill? Maybe when she gets better, this fever will have burnt all the bitch out of her.
She kept her mouth on him, eyes up and dark with sudden desire, not the magic in her system. She knew she was entrancing him. Owning him.
No, this is what my Penny likes. Even sick, she has me where she wants me. Powerful little princess, even on her knees, even raving and sweating—she knows. For once, she isn’t scared of the monster.
To be fair, this monster would do just about anything for her—if we could stay like this...
Penny moaned and slipped him down further into her throat, swallowing once around the very tip of him, and he jerked back at the intensity.
He hissed, and his hands tightened, one grasping hers as it dug into his thigh, one on her neck where it met the shoulder, and released with a groan.
PENNY’S SWALLOW COINCIDED with something spasming down Brax’s spine. He suddenly roared out a loud, reverberating sound that died off with a long, low moan.
She was finally rewarded. Vampire cum. It is cold—not ice cold. Cool water cold. Slightly bitter, but... Hmm. I like. I could like. But it takes a lot of work to get, so...
She slowly loosened her grip on his leg, realizing that Brax was weak and woozy against her, panting hard.
I beat the monster.
This monster.
The monster who is really good at making me feel good.
The... The good monster?
Whatever he is, if I wanted to, I could have him pinned right now. But I’m not gonna use this method on any other monsters in town.
Brax winced pleasurably as she kept swallowing around him, her mouth milking him as he emptied.
“God, you’re amazing. Best I’ve ever...”
Well, that was flattering. Penny looked at him and slowly slid her lips up and down once more before releasing him, watching him shudder. “Me? The best?”
Brax nodded, his leonine mane of dark hair—stupid, sexy hair—flopping on ice white skin. “The heat and the tightness of that pretty throat... Better use than biting it any day,” he murmured, massaging her cheek. “You okay?”
Penny nodded, face suddenly thoughtful as she considered if she was okay.
Physically, she felt a little better, and she would have liked to keep her Brax-icle.
“Definitely okay. Better. It’s kind of thick.
But not too thick. It coats nicely.” Penny licked her lips thoughtfully as she sat on her haunches, pink toes neatly curled and tucked under her wiggling bottom.
Brax nodded, clutching the wall for support, looked winded and bit glazed.
“Why are you panting? You don’t need air.” Penny demanded.
“Dunno. You did this to me. And you're spinning my head, aren’t you, looking up at me like the cutest little innocent with your sweetheart bottom and your ten perfect toes—talking about how my cum coats your throat like you’re weighing the merits of oil paints versus water colors.”
“Definitely acrylic,” she countered. “I’d be a repeat customer.”
“Glad you approve,” he laughed softly. “You can have all you want, Penny.”
“It was a lot of work, though. But... that did mean more cold-Brax parts in my throat. Which is down from boiling over to simmering.”
“Mhm. Well, let’s see if we can get you down to still water. The kind,” he pulled her up and went for it, swooping her up and holding her close, lips to her ear as he shuffled her back underneath him, ready to worship her, “that runs deep.”
Brax deep inside. Deeeeeeep. He has such good moves and techniques. It would be annoying if I had to fight him, but it’s awesome for sex. “Yes, please. Maybe we—”
Her suggestion was cut off by the sharp, unwelcome jangle of the phone.
“Damn,” Penny swore without any vigor and grabbed it. “I’m still sick, tell Daddy I’m not gonna come over and infect him.” Penny snapped into the phone. “Also, I’m naked, and I don’t know where I left my shoes, so I’m staying put.”
Brax dropped his head into his hands, “I hope that’s your mother and not some pervert,” he muttered.
Penny stuck her tongue out at him and pressed the phone to her breast to muffle her voice. “The pervs are all in here,” she teased.
“Wouldn’t that be delicious? I have so many more things I could teach you,” he whispered, starting to slide down her body.
Penny grabbed a fistful of his long hair and kept it in her grip. “Sorry, what was that, Mom?”
“Some kind of freak storm is hitting the area where you live—Jasper Wainwright says the fire department is investigating it. Ice is forming on the road, several inches thick! But there’s been nothing but flurries.”
Brax let out a startled groan as she suddenly rolled him off and bolted to the door, her legs unsteady but carrying her.
“Ow!”
“Is that a man? Penny, who is that?”
“Brax. The sexy-creepy neighbor.”
“What!? The guy you said follows you to the laundry room?”
“He’s not actually creepy right now. He’s sexy. And he’s bringing my fever down.”
“Didn’t you just say you were— Honey, I have to go out. Keep an eye on the roast.”
“Mom! You can’t come out. The ice! You said the fire department is checking out the roads... because...” Penny’s eyes widened, something trickling through the feverish haze that enveloped her when she wasn’t touching her new pet vampire.
“You just said you’re naked with a sexy neighbor who is bringing your fever down!”
“Oh, it’s okay. He’s naked, too.”
“Are you trying to get me killed?” Brax yelped and made a play for self-preservation. “Hello? Hello, Penny’s mother,” he said in his most sweeping “Southern Charm” voice. “I’m so sorry to alarm you. I’m just trying to accommodate Penny, who was quite feverish and wandering half-naked outside.”
“Oh, my goodness.”
“Now, don’t you fret. I’m going to keep her in the house—but there is some sort of malfunction with the heater, so I’m afraid she’s stripped down to the bare essentials. I’m being a perfect gentleman, however.”
Penny snorted at that. “Liar,” she caroled. “Liar, Liar, Brax is on fire. No! Brax is on ice, but I’m on fire. The streets are icing over. Brax, what about that talking mouse and the wi—”
“Without a doubt, you are alarming your mother, Penny. We’ll get you some fever reducer and orange juice, precious. No more little talking mice.”
“Oh, God. She’s hallucinating.” Penny’s mother made an anguished sound. “Maybe you should call an ambulance. I don’t know if they could get there.”
“Look, I’ll take care of Penny. I promise. My intentions towards your daughter are honorable. Sudden, but honorable,” he added in an undertone. “I won’t do a thing to hurt her, only heal her, you have my word as a Louisiana gentleman.”
“Mom went to Mardi Gras when she was in college. She knows all about the New Orleans brand of Louisiana gentlemen,” Penny giggled.
She bolted out her apartment door, down the hall, and up the stairs, stopping at the little landing and smashing her face to the window that looked out towards the parking lot and the campus.
“Yep. It’s a winter no-man’s land out there.
” She stopped and winced away from the window as she heard the screech of tires and metal. Oh. Oh, no...”
Brax pushed the phone back into Penny’s hand and stood behind her, cold chest to her burning back, looking around. Both of them let out a shaking sigh of relief at the contact.
“Mom, it looks dangerous out.”