Chapter 10
TEN
Christmas was different than Sophie remembered it.
She hadn’t felt this free in years, literally years.
When Uncle Darrell and Aunt Izzy arrived with her pseudo-cousins, she didn’t hide behind her hair and speak in whispers.
She had always had plenty to say when Charlie, Essie, and Eva talked about their sports teams, their part-time jobs, their dating life.
She’d simply kept quiet, avoiding attention.
This year, she spoke up. She laughed, she joked, and people joked back.
Her favorite moment was showing her cousins the picture of herself and Jesse on campus.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Sophie grinned at Essie and Eva in particular.
“Rowrrr. That hair.” Eva fanned herself.
“Does he have a brother?” the currently-single Essie hinted.
“Nope, he’s the only one and he’s all mine.”
“Hey, hey, don’t get too serious too fast,” Charlie warned. “What do you know about this guy, aside from the fact that you both fell in the same vat of paint?”
It was nice to pummel him with sofa pillows, assisted by his equally indignant sisters. “I hope you meet him when he’s down here.”
“When do you leave to see him?”
“I’ll drive up tomorrow and stay until New Year’s Eve, then we’ll come down here together for a week.”
“If your father lets him live that long.”
The relaxation she’d been enjoying abruptly faded.
She wasn’t worried about her father. She was feeling plenty nervous about Jesse’s mother and exploring the town of Pine Ridge.
Now that she knew what existed there, would she see monsters everywhere?
Would she find herself sucked into some little town that looked like it hopped out of a horror film?
“Hey. Is he pressuring you to go?” Charlie, who looked a lot like his tall, handsome police officer father, stepped into the role of protector easily. His dark brown eyes narrowed and his smiling face turned stern. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to go, okay?”
“Aww. Charlie, you’re pretty awesome.” Sophie gave him a genuine smile, pleased to see his warm brown sugar cheeks lifting to mirror it.
“I’m not nervous about hanging out with Jesse, or with Jesse coming here.
I’m a little freaked out about meeting his mother.
She— uh— well, his late father had some strict ideas about Jesse dating when he was in college,” Sophie told a half-truth.
“I hope his mother is a little more open-minded.”
“MOM IS SO NERVOUS.”
Sophie propped her laptop on her stomach as she reclined in bed, the long, joyful day over. She watched Jesse settle himself into his chair with a weary sigh. “Why is she nervous?”
“Because I love you and I told her I’ve never felt this way before. She’s terrified that she’ll ‘ruin my chance.’ She’s also completely freaked out because she thinks I’m going to ruin my chance. Y’know, with the whole being a vampire thing.”
Sophie tapped her fingers on the top of the screen, wishing she could touch him. “Do you know something?”
“What?”
“My mom believes in vampires. A certain type, though.”
“Kudos to her. I didn’t until I was one,” Jesse let out a bitter laugh. “Did you... tell them? About me?”
“No. Just that you make me happy and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Even though I’m scared to screw up and make a bad impression on your mom.”
Jesse’s blue eyes seemed to burn into her, even through a screen.
He was silent for a moment before he licked his lips and said, “She’ll love you.
I love you. I can’t wait to see you, too.
” He let out a sudden ghost of laughter, a faint noise that only her sensitive ears could catch.
“I was literally the forty-year-old virgin— and then some. I waited for so long and now I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanting you.”
Sophie darted her eyes to her bedroom door. It was locked. She shifted the computer to the side of her body instead of the center. “I want you, too. I know we have to keep it low-key around our families.”
“I’m having a hard time with that concept right now,” he admitted with a rueful grin. “You know all those stories about vampires being passionate, lustful immortal lovers? All seduction and eternal sex drive?”
“Seems to be a theme in every teen vampire movie, yeah.” Her hips twitched restlessly.
“I think it’s true. I just never found out until you. Imagine tasting chocolate for the first time and finding out you love it. You can have it every day. Then someone takes away your stash.” Jesse let out a hungry groan that sent shivers up her spine.
“Oh?” Her fingers trailed down to her waistband, then slid under, wondering if Jesse would notice the change in her position or the slight shift in her breathing.
“Sorry, shouldn’t talk about this.”
“No. No, we can talk about this. I’ve been missing you, too.”
“Yeah?” Jesse’s eyebrows raised. “Well, in that case, I miss how you taste. How you sound when I’m kissing you.”
“Kissing me where?” Her voice was just a whisper as two fingers glossed over her soft curls and parted her plump outer lips.
“Soph!” Jesse exclaimed.
“My lips?” she led.
“Those, too. Are you sure your parents aren’t going to hear this or burst in? I don’t want your father to strangle me. For one thing, he’s gonna be disappointed when it doesn’t take.”
“Nn-nn. They had waaay too much of Aunt Izzy’s real eggnog. They’re dead to the world. So, what was it you like kissing?”
“Pussy. Your sweet little pussy. I love how you turn into this... wildcat when I’m sucking on you.”
Her fingers, not wet with her own juice, slipped up and down her pearl, mimicking his tongue. “You really like that?”
“I really love that. I like when you kiss me there, too.”
“Wanna show me?” Sophie dared ask.
Jesse pushed his computer around for a moment and Sophie could see him shifting to his side, adjusting sweatpants that had an obvious tent. “Isn’t this... kinda dirty?”
Sophie froze. “I hope not. I love you. Do you think we shouldn’t—”
“God, no! I’m just... I guess I was worried you’d think it was messed up that I couldn’t wait to see you in person. Am I too eager? Is that being pushy?”
“NO! Look, I don’t think it’s wrong if two people love each other and show it any way they want. I’ve never, y’know, shown anyone I love them, not like this.”
“Me, either. It’s okay.” Her eagerness returned, looking at Jesse’s sweet smile. “I just wish I was there to touch you. You feel so big inside of me. I love the way you fill me up.”
Jesse reached below his waistband and lifted out his rigid cock, stroking it for her hungry eyes. “You can touch me there tomorrow night. If we can wait that long.”
“Maybe at lunch?”
“Mom’s counting on us for lunch,” Jesse groaned, fist tightening. “But when I take you to see the sights of the town, maybe we can find some secluded spots.”
“Outside? In the snow?” Sophie sounded shocked, but the sudden image of Jesse, his snow-white body ramming into her from behind as they coupled outside made her pussy drip. Her fingers plunged inside and she moaned softly.
“Not in the snow. I can’t exactly warm you up.”
“But you make me so hot,” she breathed out shakily, her fingers starting to pick up the pace.
“Oh, no, that’s you to begin with. Your tight little pussy is a thousand degrees of slick, wet silk. Damn it, Soph, I almost came the first second I was inside of you. You’re so tight.” Jesse pumped his fist up and over the crown, collecting the beads of pre-cum dotting his slit.
“Barely fit two fingers. Why do you fit in just right, then? Magic?” she chuckled.
“Two fingers? Is that how many are in you right now?” His eyelids fell shut and his head tipped back, savoring the thought.
“Let me show you.” Shyness around Jesse had left on the second or third morning after they became intimate.
He adored her body, spending hours kissing her breasts, her belly, the hollows of her thin thighs, and the small swells of her rump, gifting her endless waves of pleasure as his tongue dipped and delved into her pussy.
“God, yes, show me,” Jesse groaned raggedly.
Sophie scooted again, pants off and pillows behind her back.
Her free hand put the computer between her spread legs.
At first, the sight of herself on the screen, even though it was just a tiny glimpse in the corner, made her blush.
She’d spent years thinking she was pale, thin, and ugly.
That part was never examined, never loved or admired.
Jesse’s hungry moan and frantic pumping made those thoughts slip away.
“Show me all of you first. I wanna see your little slit. Wanna imagine I’m the one pushing into you, making you cum.”
It was her turn to moan, rubbing her clit hard. Sophie felt an erotic thrill as she showed him her pussy, empty, a tiny slit of dark pink. Then, breathing spiking, she parted her lips until there was a gap.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, Sophie, you’re a temptress. Touch yourself? Inside? Pretend it’s me.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Her fingers early penetrated the tight tunnel of flesh, dragging it out for his enjoyment. She watched his eyes gleam red and saw to her amazement that her eyes had a ruby flicker in their depths as well. “Babe— what’s happening?”
“Just go with it.” Jesse moved the camera closer to his face, fingertips brushing the screen as if he could caress her face. “Enchantress.”
Her skin rippled at his words. “Enchanter.”
There was heated silence, the sound of slippery pink being milked by white fingers as Jesse’s sculpted body tensed and shook, watching her pleasure herself. “Soph?”
“Soon!” Her hand left her entrance and gravitated to her clit, focusing on it, worrying it with her clenched fingers.
The heat she sometimes felt in her chest when she was overwhelmingly angry began to blossom, but it stayed low.
It didn’t push, it washed over her in waves as she came with a muffled gasp of his name.
Her eyes opened in time to see creamy jets shoot from his cock.