Chapter 8 - Willow
My heart races as I entwine my arm with his, feeling the warmth of his skin.
Being this close to him makes me feel protected.
There are so many people having sex in the main part of the house that it’s difficult to take in all the debauchery.
We pass the priest from earlier, who’s sitting on one of the couches with his robe open, a couple of women taking turns sucking him off as a small audience watches.
I’m fascinated, and as much as I’d love to stay and observe, I want to find Alice.
As we wander the downstairs, several people glance at my wrist to check for a ribbon—not just men. Whenever I notice a woman looking, I blush and hide my face against the vampire. I don’t know why I assumed only men would use women. Tonight could have turned out very differently…
Hey, wait...I don’t even know his name. Do I want to know?
I could just always think of him as the mysterious older guy who gave me an amazing night of pleasure.
Mmmm, and what a night it’s been. My pussy buzzes as I think about fucking him all night.
Oh no, I want a name to put to the experience when I’m daydreaming about it years from now.
The party is loud and I tug on his arm to get his attention and try to speak up over the noise. “So what’s your name?”
He kisses my neck before answering. “Mike, but I’m afraid there’s a catch.”
“Oh?”
His breath tickles, and a shiver of delight runs through me as his eyes, once again, mesmerize me. His lips curl up mischievously. “You’ll have to give me yours.”
I laugh. “I’m Willow. It’s nice to meet you, Mike.”
“Pretty name.” He pulls me into a hug.
I’m stunned at the unexpected affection, and a little awkward at first. When I finally relax, I give in to the sense of calm that comes from being in his embrace.
It feels wonderful, like he can shelter me from the craziness going on all over the place.
We didn’t discuss him not fucking other people, and just because I took my ribbon off doesn’t mean he isn’t free to find someone else to play with.
But somehow, I know he’s only interested in me right now.
That could just be the sex talking, but at least for right now, I feel special.
The entire downstairs is wild, free-for-all fucking. I now understand just how nuts my plan of coming here to lose my virginity really was. God, I got so lucky.
When he squeezes my ass, I giggle and push at him. “Hey, I need to find Alice.”
“Sure. Is she a friend?”
“Yeah. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
He helps me search for Alice and as we pass a doorway, I catch a glimpse of her. She’s on a couch, leaning back, her mouth hanging open. Her eyes are half shut while her tits bounce as a guy dressed up as a pirate thrusts into her. Oh yeah, she’s fine.
When Mike notices I’ve paused to look at the couple on the couch, he asks, “Is that her?”
“Yep. I’d say she’s enjoying herself.”
He hums in agreement and puts his arm across my shoulders, leading me away. “Let’s go find something to eat.”
I’m not really hungry, but I don’t disagree and we make our way to the kitchen. Once we’re in there, I spot a plate of goodies on a table and get distracted. “Oooh, cupcakes!”
Grabbing a vanilla one with white frosting and orange sprinkles, I hold it up for him. “Want one?”
He arches his eyebrow and takes a chocolate one off the plate. “I’m not really into anything vanilla.”
I flush from the innuendo and stick my tongue out at him playfully. He reaches up to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. It’s an oddly familiar gesture, and my skin tingles wherever he touches me.
While I munch on my cupcake, I take a better look at him.
He has the most gorgeous piercing gray eyes.
His broad shoulders are inviting and his firm build is incredibly sexy.
Being close to him makes me giddy, and I keep thinking I should pinch myself to make sure this isn’t all a dream.
He’s the perfect guy for my first time. How is this real?
Should I ask for his phone number? My stomach tightens with indecision. He’s older, and he probably won’t want to talk to me again. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to ask him.
I’m so engrossed in my own thoughts, I’m surprised when he smears chocolate frosting on my lips. He licks the remaining icing off his finger and winks. “Oops, guess I better clean that off.”
I grin at his teasing, but when he presses his mouth to mine, my legs go weak. His kiss tastes like chocolatey goodness and my mind blanks from desire.
We exchange slow, heated kisses, surrounded by a bunch of strangers going at it, oblivious to the fact we’re here. It’s oddly romantic, and when he slides his hands to my ass, I forget about everything as I encircle his neck with my arms and pull him closer.
Just as his tongue is deep in my mouth, something jostles my shoulder and breaks us apart. A young woman, about my age, bends over the island, a guy slamming into her from behind while she texts on her phone.
I giggle at the interruption, and her phone reminds me. I seize the moment. “Want to exchange phone numbers?”
“Definitely. But my phone is in the lockers.”
“Mine too.”
He takes my hand, and we navigate through the crowded rooms to the entryway. I give Bianca my name, and I’m barely mature enough not to snicker when I say I’m locker 69.
When Mike whispers in my ear, “We should have tried 69,” my entire body zings alive. I’m about to be brave and suggest we do that if we meet up another time, but Bianca interrupts me.
“Here’s your phone.”
Damn her. She gets Mike’s phone out, and we exchange numbers. When we’re done, I shift from foot to foot, suddenly feeling uncertain of what I’m doing. I should go in case he wants to fuck someone else. He didn’t sign up to babysit me all night.
My anxiety gets the better of me, and I quickly make up an excuse. “I’ve got to get going. I’m house sitting. Thanks for the lovely time.”
Before I can move, he pulls me to him for a deep, toe-curling kiss. I’m reeling when we separate.
He grins and kisses my nose. “No, thank you.”
A lump forms in my throat, and I don’t want to leave. Oh God, I need to get out of here before I make a fool of myself. I blow him a kiss and give him my cutest, “Goodbye,” and hightail it outside.
I sneak around the side of the house, so it looks like I’m gone. Leaning against the siding, I request a pickup from the rideshare app and reminisce about the mind-blowing sex. By the time my driver arrives, my nipples are hard and aching and I can feel wetness between my legs.
God, why can’t guys my age fuck like that?