Chapter 9
Xander
The gorgeous young woman is kneeling in front of my friend, pulling his cock from his pants, trying to tug it from his briefs, too. Her movements are clumsy, but eager. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulders and back.
“Slow down, love,” Will says, placing a hand over hers. “We’re not going anywhere.”
She takes a deep breath. “Yes, Sir.”
As she gets back to taking out his cock, Will looks past her and meets my gaze. “She’s perfect,” he mouths.
I shrug, trying to look unaffected. “She’s okay.”
Autumn has his dick in her hand, and she lowers her mouth to it, and I lose my friend’s attention.
“Fuck, that’s wonderful.” He grips her hair in his hand.
It’s a gorgeous image, this sweet woman servicing Will.
My own cock is fiercely hard. I can’t wait another moment.
How are we supposed to do this without biting her?
Orgasms are so much more powerful for the woman when coupled with a bite.
We can send them through rapture after rapture, with every pulse of blood leaving their bodies.
I get on the floor, kneeling behind her.
I’m no poet but I could write an ode to her ass.
I’m tempted to fuck her there, but we haven’t talked about it.
She probably hasn’t been taken in the ass before, anyway, and I don’t have the patience to prepare her in one night.
That means it’ll never happen, which is a shame.
Despite my anger that she’s in over her head, that she doesn’t know what she’s doing or have a plan for her own wellbeing, I refuse to hurt her.
When I touch her hip, she moans. Sensitive. Good.
“Up a little,” I say, guiding her to where I want her, so her hips are level with mine.
I nudge her knees apart, slide my hands along the inside of her thighs. Her entire body shudders with lust. Her scent fills my nose, my lungs, my fucking soul.
“This is mine tonight,” I remind her, angling my fingers toward her pussy.
She moans again, so I press my hand forward, touch her slippery folds, rub them. Subtly, she bucks her hips backward, pushing against my hand. Greedy girl wants more, doesn’t want to admit it. I want to give her what she wants, but I also want to make her wait for it.
Yet, I give in. If I’m not careful, giving in could become a theme with her. One blink of those long-lashed hazel eyes, one whispered plea, one hopeful tilt of her lips, and I’m undone.
My finger fits snugly inside her wet cunt. I add a second, stretching her further. The pleased sound she makes causes my cock to pulse.
I can’t fucking wait anymore. I give her ass a little slap with my free hand, feel the answering squeeze of her cunt around my fingers.
She fucking liked the spank. I suspected, when she watched last night, that she’d be a good little sub, but I wasn’t entirely certain how she would respond to pain.
A bit of pain so far seems to work for her.
If we were going to play with her long-term, we could explore this more. As it is, I can’t allow it.
Frustrated by desire and my own self-imposed limits, I pull my fingers from Autumn’s cunt and shove my pants down.
My dick springs free and I get a better angle, planting one of my feet near Autumn’s knee.
The head of my cock brushes the back of her thigh.
Sensitive. I’m so fucking sensitive, as if I were still a teen, as if I could come now, from this briefest of touches.
Autumn freezes, then slides her mouth away from Will’s dick. “What about condoms?” she asks.
“We’re vampires,” Will says. “No need.”
As I’m the one about to bury myself in her pussy, I feel I should explain further. “We can’t contract or transmit diseases of any kind, nor can we impregnate anyone. But if it would make you more comfortable, we’ve a box of condoms in the bathroom.”
She hesitates, then says, “Yes to the condoms. Please.”
I retrieve them, regretting the two minutes it takes, because that’s two minutes of the night that I’m not touching her.
I must master my feelings.
When I return to the living room, Will is whispering encouragement to Autumn as she attempts to deep-throat him.
Tears run down her cheeks and she makes a wet coughing sound.
He guides her face away from his cock, but she smiles up at him.
“I’m okay,” she says in that low, sexy voice of hers. “I want to keep trying.”
What the fuck, now he’s training her?
She’s not going to be with us long enough for it to matter how good she is at sucking his giant dick. This will be the first and last time.
When I glare at him, he merely gives me a self-satisfied smile.
He can be smug all he wants, but she leaves tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’ll get the sweet, hot heaven of her pussy.
I return to my position behind her, use my hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, get another good look at what’s mine. “Beautiful,” I murmur before ripping open a condom packet and covering myself. “I’m going to fuck you now, little mouse. Tap Will’s thigh twice for consent.”
She already consented, but I like to check in at different stages when we’re with a new partner, especially one as new to kink as Autumn has been acting.
She pauses, then lifts her hand and gives his leg two taps.
That’s my green light—she wants this.
I guide myself to the center of her glistening folds and notch the head against her entrance.
She’s incredibly warm. I can’t wait anymore, but I’m not going to jam myself in there like an adolescent boy losing his virginity.
Instead I ease in slowly, an inch at a time, allowing her snug cunt to swallow me down in the same way she’s attempting to swallow Will with her mouth.
Will, who is currently cupping her cheek with the kind of affection I haven’t seen him afford a woman in over a century. That kind of tenderness should be reserved for an amant, not some mouse we found hiding in the library.
I ought to halt everything, pull her away from our dicks, send her out. Free us from her flower-scented temptation, the promise of her blood. She says she doesn’t have anywhere to go, and I believe that she believes it. But surely there must be somewhere.
She’s here now. With us. Tonight, she’s ours. And I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. She feels far too good.
When I’m fully seated within her, I want to shout my pleasure to the universe.
Her inner muscles flutter around me, squeezing, milking. I stroke in and out, my cock an organ with a mind of its own, intent on the pleasurable friction found within this girl. Everything else tries to fade into ecstatic oblivion, although I struggle to remain myself. Focus, Xander.
I’d been worried about something. What was it? Gaius Black. That’s an issue we’ll need to deal with, and I’m not entirely certain how.
Autumn’s pussy clenches again, and the vision of her ass undulating as she tries to rock back against me nearly sends me over the edge.
I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by her.
I should keep my mind on the dangers the future holds.
I can’t right now, though. Not in this moment.
In this moment, our arms are full of this delectable little human.
I’m possessed by a need to make her feel even better than she already does. I want to make her come apart. I want to feel her body shaking for me, I want to hear her cries of joy.
I bring a hand around to the front of her pussy, feel for the slippery button of her clit. I rub up and down, listening to the way her breath catches. Then I try a circle. Her cunt flexes hard around my shaft. So the circular motion, that’s the way she likes it. I do it again and again.
The little sounds she makes are muffled because her mouth is stuffed full, but I can hear them anyway. I can hear her heartbeat, pounding fast, the life in her pumping. I can feel her determination, her stubborn nature, her will to live, her need for pleasure.
I strum her clit harder, then gather it between two fingers and pinch.
She comes, wailing around Will’s cock. Her pussy clamps down hard and she rocks back and forth on me. I can’t hold back any longer; I don’t fucking want to, either. I want to lean forward, grab the strands of her hair Will isn’t holding, yank her head to the side, expose that delicate throat.
No biting, no. If I have a taste, it’s the end. Instead of doing what I really want, I grip her hips so hard, it’ll probably leave bruises. A few more rapid thrusts, going deep, and my orgasm tears through me, electric-bright.
Will hasn’t finished yet. He pulls out of her mouth, tugs Autumn to the sofa, lays her out.
Kneeling in between her luscious legs, he holds his hand out to me for a condom, looking rather imperious as he waits for it.
I consider finding a silver tray in the kitchen and presenting it to him thus, just to mess with him, but now isn’t the time.
There’s a tension in his eyes as I pass him the rubber. I don’t need to puzzle out why; I already know. He’s pissed at me for trying to keep Autumn from him. However, I am free of regret. It was a smart decision, and I would make it again.
He rolls the condom over his cock and grabs his length, leaning over Autumn and teasing her folds with the tip.
“Alright, love?” he asks.
“I’m all right,” she says, her hair splayed out around her head, her generous lips reddened from so enthusiastically sucking him moments ago.
“Do you want this?” He taps his cock against her pussy.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pushes inside of her, and her legs reflexively wrap around his waist.
The position is vanilla, but there’s nothing vanilla about the way he’s nibbling at her neck and shoulders, attacking her and biting without biting. I watch the way he scrapes his teeth against her skin, teasing himself, teasing her. My own bloodlust is rising, my dick hardening once more as well.