Chapter 12
Chapter 12
T uesday lifted an eyebrow. Show him her world?
Now that request was interesting enough to make her want to comply. She had been waiting for this moment. It was time the two of them, indeed, peeked into one another’s worlds. Or even went for a running dive.
Yeah, she favored a good splash that would land her all in.
She settled back against the cushy leather seat that she imagined Ethan must have lived in, sat in, perhaps even fucked in for decades. It was so comfortable. And she felt at ease sitting before his soft gaze.
Drawing up her knees, she let them drop apart and to the sides, exposing herself to him. The T-shirt inched above her trimmed patch of pubic hairs, teasing him with the view.
His attention was easy and yet focused. As he tilted a hip forward, she noticed his erection bulged beneath the dark jeans. He’d been hard for much longer than the few seconds she’d taken to get comfy. It was a good thing for him her limp-dick spell had not succeeded that first day when he’d held her captive in the cage. Good for her, too.
Tapping a finger against her lips, she eyed him teasingly, yet the promise was true. She licked a fingertip and kissed it. Gliding her fingers down between her legs, she watched Ethan as she slid that wetted fingertip along her heated folds. Slowly, deeply, she traced up a slick wetness and skated across her clit, which now hummed with a greedy need for attention. A delicious, erotic thrill shivered in her core and loosened her shoulder muscles.
This was her world, as Ethan had put it. A woman who knew how to gratify herself. She knew what made her squirm, what strokes could make her hum with pleasure, what pressure, speed and the length of time to gauge each touch. And knowing that about herself made her strong and wise. It was a knowledge she had tried to teach those women she had healed over the centuries. The body was theirs to understand. Treat it well, and they would be well. And that included self-care. Which meant jilling off.
Because really, what woman could ever teach a man what she did not first know herself from experience and practice?
Ethan watched without a lusty gape or a smirk. It was his calm, gleaming gaze that made the tease more exciting for her. Everything about him called to her on a sensual song. The relaxed curl of his fingers cupping the brandy snifter. The liquid flame scent of the golden brown liquor. And the tilt of his head that caught the moonlight in the silver strands near his temples. Mmm...
Tuesday moaned appreciatively. The man was something to admire. She didn’t need to see fangs to get off on his sexy. Her finger stroked faster and firmer, focusing where she was most sensitive. Wet, swollen and tingling, her body stepped forward to sing its alluring wisdom.
She could do this quickly or draw it out, and prolonging it won the vote.
Ethan tilted his head, turning to study her with more intensity. His upper teeth eased over his lower lip in a tense but wanting slip. The man’s abs, still marked with the tracking grid, flexed. And a wince signaled her he was feeling the intensity of the moment in the tightening of his erection. It strained against his jeans. And his fingers curled about the brandy glass more possessively.
Her motions quickened. Tuesday closed her eyes briefly, falling into the sensations, the tightening in her core, the promising jitter of release that seemed to reside at every place within her body at once. And yet...she slowed, easing up on the pressure so that the high began to simmer. Too fast. Never too slow.
“Is this a world you want to learn more about?” she said in breathy gasps. “Ethan?”
“Fuck yes.”
“I’m so close.” She moaned sweetly. But she wouldn’t get herself off. Yet. Not until he joined in on the fun. “Take your cock out. Let me see your world, vampire.”
He unzipped and his cock, granted release, sprang up against his tight belly. Still holding the glass, the fingers of his other hand curled about his sizeable hard-on and squeezed, then stroked.
“Turn and face the window,” Tuesday directed. “I want to see you from that angle.”
He did so, setting the glass up on a jut of wood that was part of the design along the brick wall to his side. He placed the heel of his palm up high on the window, and with his other hand he stroked up and down, slowly, measured, and tightened then loosened his grip. He knew exactly what worked for him. He also knew his body, and so she paid attention to his motions, the pace and the intensity.
“I can’t watch you when I’m facing this way,” he said.
“You’ve seen me. It’s my turn to watch. Your cock has an inward curve. That’s sexy.”
He glanced aside at her, smiling briefly, but then his jaw tightened and Tuesday knew he had hit a sweet spot with his pumping motions. She sucked in her lower lip, biting it lightly. Her own motions synched with his, moving faster, more firmly.
“Come over here,” he said. “I need your wet pussy to slick my strokes.”
She obliged with a teasingly slow stroll over to the window. Leaning her shoulders against a thin connecting steel column, she eyed him from his shuttered eyelids, to his pulsing hard abs, down to his cock. The head of it was red and swollen. Angry and virile. The color of his want and of her desire.
“Take off that shirt,” he said.
The T-shirt was abandoned as she flung it to the bed. Ethan moved his gaze over her body, and Tuesday leaned her shoulders back against the cool windowpane, the action lifting her breasts. The nipples were so tight and her pussy demanded touch. Yet she could stand there and soak up his adoration for however long he would give it to her.
Ethan gestured his stroking hand toward her mons. “May I?”
Strangely pleased by his polite request to enter her wanting heat, she nodded and tilted her hips forward. Keeping his gaze pinned to hers, Ethan slid his fingers into her folds. He groaned, and slid them within her moistness. The tease of it, of his welcome invasion into her, was enough to make her gasp.
A glint in his gray irises stole something from her. She gave it willingly.
His didn’t remain within her long enough to give her more than a heart-pounding tingle and a wish for him to move deeper. The man returned to the task literally at hand; her wetness gleamed on his length as his strokes about his erection increased velocity.
Sex without the commitment or relationship expectations was exactly the way she preferred it. And it seemed Ethan was completely on board with that. This night was going to be a hell of a lot more interesting than an eight-hour flight to the States.
Slipping her fingers between her folds, Tuesday matched Ethan’s rhythm. They held eye contact, mouths slightly parted, gasps punctuating the brandy-tinted air. A dare was volleyed between them with the curl of a lip, or the lift of an eyebrow. Then of a sudden his strokes slowed. His grin revealed bright whites. And in his eyes a question alighted.
Tuesday turned toward him and tapped her finger on his lips. He lashed out his tongue to taste her salty sweetness. She glided it in deeper, skating his tongue, then slipping it under each of his pointed fangs. They were not lowered, but that didn’t matter. She knew touching a vampire’s fangs was an erotic act. Like touching his cock, it produced the same titillating sensations throughout his system.
He grasped her hand and sucked in her finger, slow, hard... He dashed his tongue firmly at the base, where it met her palm. An exhale heated her skin and she felt the prick of his fang—but he didn’t break skin.
“Taste me,” she dared. “You know you want to.”
He shook his head. “That’s not how we’re doing this.”
“Oh? Is there a guidebook I wasn’t allowed to read?”
“There might be.”
He kissed her finger and placed her hand about his cock. He moved his fingers to squeeze over hers and show her the speed he liked for her strokes. Tuesday was a fast learner and she took over immediately.
The man cupped her jaw and slid his palm over her cheek. His thumb rubbed her lower lip. With a lash of her tongue she tasted his musky flavor twined with hers. She pulled him closer by his hard-on and touched the head of him to her pinnacle, where she was achingly wet and slick. Leaning into him and lifting one leg to hook at his hip, she hinted at allowing him entrance.
Ethan bowed his head to meet foreheads with her. “Tease me, witch. Don’t make this easy.”
She gripped his rod tightly, pushing him away from her. Then she lifted her mouth toward his but didn’t quite connect, save for with a wink. She liked the tease, too. It was filled with heartbeats and breaths, and silent pleadings that were so loud she felt them racing in her blood. Heated sighs mingled. Skin, moist with desire, slid against skin. And their worlds opened wide, coaxing one another to explore. To learn. To know.
“Kneel,” she boldly commanded.
The vampire kissed her lips. A smirk formed behind that kiss, curling on her mouth. A secret he wouldn’t allow her to do more than taste. Then he began to lower. His lips brushed her chin, his tongue dashed the pulse on her neck. He held there, scenting her heat, drawing her in, content to indulge himself in her. She wanted to force him lower, but instead she closed her eyes and took in the frustratingly delicious shiver of Ethan taking his time.
Finally, he kissed lower, slowly, and lingered over her breasts, breathing across them— hush, hush, hush —but not touching for more than a second. And on his path he veered toward her heart chakra, the center of her being, and kissed the sigil, which didn’t glow or pain her in any way. His tongue traced the S shape of it, then followed the straight line that dashed from curl to curl. The tickle of his beard on her breasts tightened her nipples. Another hush .
The man’s journey took him down her stomach. Hot breaths circled her navel. He kneeled and looked up to her, his mouth but inches from her pussy.
Tuesday ran her fingers through his short, spiky hair, reveling in the luxurious softness of it. Yet it looked rough, stalwart. Manly. He begged her permission with his gray eyes. And with a tilt of her hips, she invited him closer.
The first stroke of his tongue to her clit roused a chuckle of affirmation from her. Oh, yeah, the man was on a mission. And his focus did not veer. It required but a few more careful and firm strokes to lift her from the denial she’d been forcing herself to maintain and set her free.
Tuesday came with a throaty growl and a slap of her palms against the window glass behind her. “Yes!” She clasped her fingers tightly against Ethan’s scalp. “Oh, you perfect, nasty vampire.”
The moon highlighted their naked antics, and she realized that the neighbors were probably getting a good show.
Let them watch.
She bowed forward over her lover as the shivering effects of the orgasm tickled through her system and made everything so much brighter, crisper and fan-freakin’-tastic.
“You taste like many worlds,” Ethan whispered against her wetness. “And you come like no world will ever contain you. Powerful witch.”
He kissed her there, and there, and then he slid his fingers inside her and groaned with pleasure. “Fuck.” He tilted his head against her belly, lashing out his tongue across her skin, then looked up to her. Another request for permission gleamed in his eyes.
“I want this—” she toed his cock “—inside me.” She lifted his chin with her fingers. “Now.”
He moved backward toward the bed. Tuesday followed, her fingers still under his chin. With a lift, she directed him up and onto the inviting soft bedding. She then straddled him and crawled forward to position herself as if upon the siege perilous. She may not find the Holy Grail, but she would invade Ethan’s world tonight.
The man spread his arms across the bed and closed his eyes, giving her the control, the freedom to explore his world. He would take what she would give him.
Ethan slid his palms up her arms and then around to cup her breasts. He thumbed her nipples and pinched them gently, then not so gently. That erotic twinge pulled her forward and hastened her need to feel him within her. Gripping the control stick, Tuesday mounted his thick cock and slid onto him slowly, inch by hot inch, taking him into her feminine power and granting him that secret.
The vampire groaned and squeezed her breasts, but without any purpose, for he was falling into her. Filling her. Being owned by her as she squeezed her inner muscles to hug him tightly. His hips rocked. He swore and insisted she go faster, but she kept her pace slow, lingering, enjoying every hot, thick measure of him.
Bending her knees she settled completely onto him and leaned back, catching her palms beside his thighs. He tilted his hips forward, deepening their connection. She may have opened her world to him, but right now the world slipped away. Only they two existed. Rocking, engaged and finding a harmonious rhythm. Such luxury to feel so full and powerful.
Yet the power was shared. And Tuesday didn’t mind that at all.
As the moon slowly glided across the inky night sky, together they rose to a climax that made their bodies shudder. Ethan’s chest muscles and biceps flexed into steely ropes. His abdomen clenched. His hips tremored as he spilled inside her.
Shivering with exquisite orgasm, Tuesday flung forward to hug her lover. Nestled in his panting embrace, she smiled with satisfaction.
Tonight she had entered the vampire’s world.