So Good at Being Bad #2
It still makes me want to play in the dark with him. “I don’t think you’ve earned the right. Not yet. Only good boys get that.”
“I don’t know... I think maybe only bad boys ask for it. And monsters... They don’t usually ask.”
“Then I’ll teach you some manners,” I remind him, the edges in our voices battling, his teasing, mine stern.
I sit up and grab a handful of his hair.
My hips scoot forward, and my pussy crashes to his chin and mouth.
Brax immediately grips my hips with a happy groan, keeping me locked into the place where we both want me to be—my new favorite throne.
His mouth. His tongue. His lips.
Fangs.
It prolongs the pleasure by breaking it up with sharp pin pricks of sensation. Brax’s eyes are flared wide, ruby irises watching me worshipfully, then closed in ecstasy when I start to come, shaking against him.
How the hell am I supposed to be the one pinning him down now? I wonder as my legs turn to pudding, and Brax has to put me back on the bed.
Right now, I’m so helpless. He could take me as hard as he wanted—and my already quivering pussy kind of wishes he would.
“Ohh, fuck. You shouldn’t look that good in front of a starving monster,” Brax whispers, running possessive hands up and down my legs. He pushes his fingers up under my shirt and its built-in bra, leaving me naked in seconds.
“You’re grossly overdressed,” I point out, gesturing to his fully clothed self.
“My girl didn’t tell me I could take anything off.”
“Take everything off, and finish what you started,” I order. “Please.”
“Aww, she said please.”
“Brax.” I give him a warning pout.
“I can’t help it,” he snaps back, stripping out of his clothes with speed that actually makes him blur at the edges.
“Oh, you’d better help it,” I warn, “because the monster wants to do all these depraved things to me... But I think he wants me to do all kinds of depraved things to him, too. Isn’t that right?
” I demand, and it’s a whole different sort of thrill being able to command Brax with just my voice, to know that I can be limp as a wet noodle on our borrowed bed and still boss him around with a few syllables and a well-placed eyebrow.
“Yes, ma’am.” Brax’s voice shifts; a Southern, almost Cajun drawl from his years in New Orleans wins out over his harder, can’t-quite-place-it growl.
“Good monster. You’ll get your reward later.
” I lie back, legs open, and run the cool glass “stake” over my breasts, realizing the tip is smooth and slightly domed, not pointed, and finding the slight, swirly ridge that makes the bottom flare out into a little base.
“A stake with a handle. So considerate of my pet vampire,” I sigh, then run my tongue along the glass shaft.
“Oh, my God. Do that while I’m inside of you,” Brax begs.
“You want to watch me suck this stake while you’re fucking me?” I ask, even though that’s pretty obvious, and the way the desire in his eyes makes me drip means I’m going to do it.
“Mmmhhmm. Every girl should have a chance to be filled in every hole at once,” Brax purrs.
“That’s the way that monsters think of things.
All the pleasure at once.” He prowls up me, head dipping to lap my pussy just once before he’s over me, suddenly seeming so much broader and more muscular than he did a second ago.
“Monsters... Monsters can be possessive things, greedy, not sharing what they love. But if something is a plaything—or if they’re the plaything,” his eyes close, “then it’s the maximum of hedonism.
Two years ago, you, Penny, would have been my plaything.
I would have shared you before I drank you.
You would have thanked me, too, for the ride of your life, for having all of your holes filled at once, for turning you into a screaming, shaking wreck on three cocks. ”
My heart is pounding. That’s not what I want... Exactly. The shaking wreck? That’s okay. The plaything who is clearly under some vampiric thrall? Nope.
“But, see, now I love my pretty Penny.” Brax’s thick white cock slides into me easily, sheathing every wide inch in my petite pussy with one hard glide that makes me gasp and moan.
“I want her to have all of her holes filled so I can watch the sensation of her being overwhelmed by pleasure. But if any other man comes near her?” His red eyes are so dark now they’re almost black, and it’s frightening and thrilling to see his face twist into something grotesque, fangs out, face enraged as he starts to pound me hard and fast. “I’d tear their heads off. Cocks off, too, just because.”
“Brax,” I gasp, a little shocked and way too turned on for my own good.
“Suck that for me, sweetheart. I like to watch that pretty mouth move. Reminds me of how good it feels when your mouth is wrapped around me. Mm. It’s like I’m in two places at once, at least as far as my mind is concerned,” Brax purrs, face relaxing.
I don’t have to be told twice. I slide the glass toy into my mouth and bob my head while he’s above me, watching me with a look of pure lust on his face. His cock matches my pace with the toy, and when I close my eyes, I know what he means. It feels like he’s in me, two places at once.
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Mmhmm,” I agree, mouth full, eyes still closed.
“Am I a good boy for teaching you this little trick, Penny?”
I make him sweat for a second, but then I nod.
“Just wait until it’s all three holes, sweetheart. Until you can feel me in your ass and pussy at the same time.”
“I don’t know if this monster has earned that right,” I say between slurps. “Maybe he’s not shown me he’s reformed enough.”
“Well, maybe if I make you come again,” Brax hisses, body increasing the tempo, white muscles straining, head of dark, wavy hair flung forward.
I toss the toy away, wanting to kiss that mouth—not even caring when it changes from sexy human to vicious vamp in mid-make-out.
That’s something I shouldn’t like. My adrenaline protests, telling me this is wrong, this is bad.
The monster has to pay. The monster I love still deserves to be staked.
Just not in the traditional fashion.
With a sudden yank of his hair, I pull Brax from on top of me to on his back, loving his startled look that rapidly turns to smoky lust. I pull the slick toy from where it fell by the pillow and point it at his throat.
I trail it down to the spot over his heart, now riding him as hard as he was fucking me, feeling his thick cock split me further apart as gravity pushes me down, until I take him all and can grind against his short, black curls on alabaster skin.
His lips part, fangs vanish, and his eyes are wide and hazy.
“The hunter finally caught me,” he whispers.
“Damn right I did.” I move the tip over his small, tight nipples, watching him twitch, feeling an answering urgent throb in my pussy. His hand reaches down to rub my clit, and I grab his wrist. “You didn’t ask, vamp.”
“Can I rub that pretty pussy, baby? To show you what a good boy I can be?” he pants, even though he technically doesn’t need to breathe to exist. “Pretty little hunter’s clit. Bet that stake would feel good against it.”
“Mm.” It would.
“But not as good as my tongue.” He licks his fangs, and I jab him lightly with the toy, right over the heart.
“Behave. Fangs away.”
“Should let me bite you one day, Penny. Just a little. While you’re coming.
It’ll send you into another world, an endorphine high that’ll make you see stars.
” Brax licks his lips and grabs her thighs, pinning her to his bucking hips as he goes wild inside of her, arching and rocking just the way she likes, able to do things at speeds mortal men couldn’t achieve, with stamina even the most athletic men couldn’t touch.
And he’s all mine.
All mine. Every inch mine.
I feel the invisible walls break down inside me, everything going liquid and jelly-like, leaving me wet and quivering, falling forward with a strained yell of pleasure.
The “stake” is gone, and Brax is still rutting in me like some unchained beast, back on top, fangs inches from my neck. “Another one, Penny. Another one, I can give you one more, pretty girl, just let me have a sweet taste of you.”
He already has, once or twice, and he’s right, it feels good when he wants it to, when it’s not an attack.
It’s more that I have a problem deciding it’s okay—especially since I know Brax wasn’t a vampire who was turned for some noble cause or who has never taken an innocent human life.
There are a handful of these “good, still got a soul” vampires in Pine Ridge who have never fed the inhabiting immortal essence that makes them the “undead.”
Brax isn’t one of them. In fact, he only stopped killing a few years ago, thanks to a curse from an angry ex, a Voodoo Queen who just bit the dust last winter, freeing up his fangs.
Fangs now gently closing against my nipple, hard, crinkled flesh meeting something sharp as he continues to fuck my spasming pussy, milking more pleasure out of me than I knew existed.
“Truce?” I say, just like I said the first time we had to work together to save ourselves from a spell gone wrong.
“Terms?” he demands, voice ragged.
“You can’t come yet. But you can bite—not there!” I squeak when the fangs brush my breast hard, and my skin goes cold and goosebumpy with sudden nerves.
“I never would, babe. That might hurt. I know the good spots, don’t I? But not coming?” Brax looks skeptical.
“Monsters want all the pleasure,” I remind him, grabbing the stake again and running it along his back—until it teases the curve of his hip.
He bites down suddenly, hard, on my neck, while his cock and hand piston between my legs, one inside, one outside, making me mewl as the ceiling seems to spiral.
“Fuuck!” he roars, lifting bloody lips and pulling out of me so fast we both might have whiplash. “You’re the evil one, Pen,” he hisses, hand around his cock as it drips pre-cum, slick with my arousal. He rubs himself fast until I grab his wrist, pinning it to his abs.