Chapter 28 – Vale #2
“Spread your legs, Vale.” His voice is gravelly, and it makes me shiver, but I do as he demands. I turn my hips away to comply, dropping my shoe as I lift my foot onto the passenger seat.
I’m sitting there awkwardly, my right foot propped up in the seat, my left draped around the shifter. He yanks me over his lap, and I turn my body into him a bit. This probably isn’t the best car for a tryst.
He grabs my knee in his right hand and starts to glide his index finger over my thigh, pulling up the skirt of my dress as he goes.
He nuzzles at my collarbone, his breath loud in my ears, then licks the top of my breast. My dress is bunched at my thighs where his hand slips under my panties.
He swirls the tip of his index finger over my clit, making me hiss out a breath.
I lean my head back against the door, but he maneuvers my ass over his lap to sit against his hard cock. It’s too much. His warmth seeps into me as he circles my clit, making me moan.
For a while, all I am is sensation. His lips and teeth nipping at my neck, his fingers toying with my pussy. He’s playing me like an instrument, music he knows well. A tune he hums to life, a delightful, blissful song that throbs through my entire body.
“I need to make you come,” he growls, losing a war with the monster inside him.
His hips jerk forward, making his cock bump against my ass. I look at him as best I can. His lips are red and swollen, his teeth clamping down on his lower lip. His skin is flushed with heat. I ache for this man. I need him filling me up.
“I need you inside me.”
A look of understanding crosses his features. I try to spread my legs farther, and he prods at my hole with a finger, dipping in and out, deeper each time.
“This might hurt,” he says before pressing against that barrier inside me. Slowly working it inside, I feel the give when he penetrates it. My mouth falls open, and I screech at the sudden pinch of pain. But it’s not bad, I’ll survive.
“It’s taking all my willpower not to bend you over and stuff my cock inside your tight little cunt. I want to be inside you,” he growls, and I love it when the monster talks to me. I love the filth that flies so easily from his mouth. I can imagine all of it.
“Show me with your fingers,” I whisper, trying to be brave. “Show me what it will be like.” He starts moving his finger. I’m sore inside already from the intrusion, but I don’t care. I lift my hips for more.
“One day, I’ll spread your legs and dip my cock inside.
I’ll go slow, getting your slick all over my dick before I penetrate you fully.
At first, you’ll squirm on me, you won’t be able to take it.
I might even make you cry, but I won’t stop till I bottom out where that precious cunt ends.
Baby, I’ll ruin you with how deep I get.
You’ll never want anyone else.” His words are so hot.
And the way he lifts his hips, rubbing that very thick cock against my ass is hypnotizing me, pulling me deeper into those words.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I cry as he bends his finger, stroking the upper walls of my sex. My hips jerk in reaction and I moan.
His mouth slams into mine. He devours my cries as his tongue presses into my mouth.
I fully open for him. I’m paralyzed with the feel of his tongue in my mouth, his devious finger penetrating my sex.
“Beautiful,” he growls between his kisses along my jaw, but I’m too lost to understand what it means.
His teeth are back, and another word slips free. “Divine.”
Oliver’s fingers work me closer to that pleasure.
My hips jerk with every thrust. Now his thumb works my clit as that solitary finger works another spot inside me.
I cry when the pleasure is too intense. The duality of the sharp pain from his teeth at my neck and the pleasure between my legs is beginning to scare me.
I feel like I’m going to pee, and I try to jerk my hips to the side, trying to get away.
“Don’t move,” he demands.
“I can’t, Oliver,” I tell him, panicking when I’m so close to the edge.
“You can,” he yells into my neck.
He continues, that finger inside me about to do irrefutable damage to his upholstery.
I’m so embarrassed my cheeks heat and tears form in my eyes.
It starts the insanity. The fire inside me is about to explode.
I’m shaking, my thighs trying to clench together around Oliver’s hand to stop him, but he doesn’t stop.
He gives me no quarter while I writhe in his arms, my body losing it, unable to get away, not wanting to go.
“That’s it. Come for me. Now!” The words are a monstrous growl that tenses my spine.
I slam my head back against his shoulder. I look up at the fading stars, my body throbbing, quickening. I feel it everywhere, even in my temples. Fireworks explode inside me. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, but he turns my head and muffles my mouth with his.
“That’s my good girl. Come all over my hand,” Oliver says, and I feel the gush of fluid from between my legs. I can’t be embarrassed anymore, the pleasure is too great. It’s too much. I’m going to die. I’m crying with it, my entire body shaking.
When every touch of his finger is painful in its intensity, I squirm to escape, and finally he lets me retreat.
He looks down at his fingers, and they’re wet and streaked with blood.
He pulls his hand to his mouth, then gives me a dark look, that monstrous, knowing smirk as I stare at him and pant out of breath.
When he licks his finger that’s slathered in my slick and streaked with my blood, I almost come again.
I tense my thighs in anticipation as he gorges on my essence.
He trembles for a moment, his green eyes flashing bright in the swirling, smoky darkness.
That buzz in the air is back, surrounding him.
He closes his eyes with such a gentle, serene smile, like the taste of me is everything pleasurable. I’m in awe of this man.
I’m breathing hard, taking in huge gulps of air as my skin cools, but I’m still too far gone to move my body away. Oliver smiles like the devil, dimples in his cheeks getting deeper.
“Did you like that?”
“I wanted you to bite me. I didn’t expect whatever that was.”
He’d wrung out more pleasure from my body than I thought he’d be capable of. I’m spent in a way I’ve never felt, barely able to hold my eyes open even though I don’t want this night to ever end. I don’t want to lose him, not even for a moment.
Oliver chuckles. “I need to take you home.”
“Will you taste me one day? My blood? I want you to.”
“Do you like the thought of me biting your neck and drinking your blood?” he asks, not looking happy about it.
“I enjoy the idea of sustaining you, of giving you some part of myself. I like your teeth against my skin. I’m sorry. I’m weird, huh?” I’m embarrassed because I don’t want him to think I’m strange.
I want him to be the vampire he is. I want him to bite me.
The urge is so strong. I want him to lick and suck the blood that streams from my neck.
I want to see his lips slick with it. I want him to moan at my taste because it’s so good.
I want him to enjoy all of me. Okay, I am strange. I shouldn’t want those things.
“You’re not weird. Never be ashamed of your desires, especially not with me. I heard you’ve read Dracula three times this summer. Who wouldn’t want to be bitten after that?”
I shake my head. “Have you been talking to Gramps about me?” I ask, my cheeks flaring hotter.
“Yeah, I have. He thinks you’re in a romantic mood.” He chuckles. “Whatever that means.”
We both laugh. “If I’m in a romantic mood it may be because you showed up. What does poor Dracula have to do with it?”
That makes Oliver laugh, and I swear he’s even more beautiful. “Poor Dracula, now that’s funny. People who knew him wouldn’t have called him that,” Oliver says, still chuckling like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.
“Did you know him?” My question makes him stop laughing. “Don’t tell me he’s actually a vampire. Is he?” I’m suddenly excited at the prospect of meeting the real Dracula. I bet he’s hot.
Oliver looks at me seriously now. He’s no longer amused at what I’m saying.
“I didn’t say I knew him, and I didn’t say he was a vampire.
I meant, historically speaking, he was kind of an asshole, you know because he impaled people.
The obvious thing. They didn’t call him Vlad the Impaler for nothing.
” He’s staring me down, and the look is so serious I can’t stop the laughter that bubbles up from my throat.
“Oh, Oliver, don’t judge Dracula. You have to remember, I’ve seen you fuck a woman. I know you like impaling things too.” I try to keep a straight face, but I can’t. I laugh so hard tears brim in my eyes and spill over. He’s smiling again, laughing with me. It’s a great feeling to make him laugh.
“That’s my naughty girl.” He looks proud of me for some reason, and I can’t fathom why. “I like it when you’re fierce.”
“Thanks. I just like you,” I tell him as he leans forward. He kisses me sweetly once, then lifts me over into the passenger seat. I take one last look at the lightening sky as he starts the car. I’m so tired that once we start moving, I fall asleep.