So Good at Being Bad #3
“You’ll come if you do that. And you can’t come until I’ve proven this monster doesn’t need to be staked,” I remind him, eyes still trying to focus, knees still wobbly. “Or rather, that he can take a good staking...”
While Brax stares up at me with that bloodlust-meets-actual-lust expression, I shake out the black bag again, finding lube, and acting like I know what I’m doing.
I always had to act that way, the fierce pretender, pretty skirts, fast boots, and weapons in my purse.
Now? I’m safe. I think most of the monsters in Pine Ridge would fall firmly in the “good guy” category, and the best motivator is love.
Brax loves me. That’s why he’s my precious plaything, and I’m his. “You sure you want to play games like this?” I whisper, lube hesitating over the highest point of his inner thigh.
Brax nods, pupils blown wide in a sea of red. “God, yes. I want you to see I’m your good little vamp, Penny.”
“You already are, because you love me, and you want a new life. You don’t have to prove it for real.”
“I do, and I do that every day by helping people at the hospital, and helping you study, and pet-sitting the cats for the neighbor. But that’s for real.
This is for play, and you’ll ruin the mood, hunter, if you don’t take control.
Otherwise, I might get rowdy again. Always wanted to stake a hunter, too.
” His eyes travel back to the smooth, tapering string of beads that are supposed to go inside my ass later.
“I think you already did that,” I laugh as I sink my head over his cock, mouth gulping it down in one smooth, greedy swipe, throat straining at the back because of his size.
But while he’s distracted, moaning and starting to bounce his hips, working in and out of my mouth, I spray a stream of lube down between his cheeks, my stomach and pussy tight with anticipation.
All of these less-than-vanilla games are new to me. Tasting myself on his cock, finding my airway in danger, feeling the pinching throb from where he bit my neck? All of that is new.
Sticking a toy in someone and being responsible for giving them an orgasm with a part I don’t naturally have? Also scary and sexy. New.
My fingers rub the slippery stuff in between his cheeks while I try not to wonder why I get so wet licking my cum off of his cock, why the puncture in my neck seems to be connected to my clit.
When I find his tight little pucker, Brax moans and spreads his legs wider, which is encouraging. “Good vampire,” I coo, pulling my head away from his cock. “This is much better than a stake somewhere else, isn’t it?”
“Never had a chance to compare, personally,” he sasses.
I smack him, right where his cheeks meet the bed, making him jump, and my shoulders spring back in surprise.
Did I just do that? Because I didn’t plan on doing that.
“I mean, yes. Sorry, hunter,” he agrees at once, panting, licking his lips like he’s about to get the best meal of his life.
Okay. So let’s say I did plan to do that, because he likes it.
Kinky little monster...
“It’s better, because a stake in the chest means you leave me, and I don’t want that.
Do you want to stop being my good little pet vamp?
” I demand, stroking the flesh I just smacked.
My fingers gently stroke across the indent between his cheeks, pushing my fingertip against the ring of muscle, testing the tightness, gasping a little when lube and his hips suddenly make a tentative touch a full-blown insertion.
My finger sinks in far more easily than I’d expected, but it’s tight and smooth, and Brax doesn’t seem to mind.
His hand slides around his cock, stroking himself while my finger explores. “God, yes, Penny. That’s perfect to start.”
“To start, hm? I don’t think that’s all you can take,” I warn, trying to keep my voice firm while my lady bits are leaking like a broken hose.
“No, I can take however much you want, hunter. I’ll be such a good vamp. Do whatever you want me to.”
“Well, I want you to come in my mouth while this is in your ass,” I say, again not knowing I had planned to say it.
“Fuck,” Brax whimpers. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were so good at this, Pen?” he looks like he’s going to combust.
A second finger joins the first, and I think about the scanty amount of research I’ve done.
I know that guys and girls, for all their differences, have a few things that are the same.
There’s a tender spot on my upper wall that two curved fingers can find to send me on a fast track to a climax.
Two fingers curved and stroking up inside of Brax lead me to a similar soft spot that makes him sit halfway up with a helpless cry of pleasure.
“I hear that’s a good spot.”
“Who’d you hear it from?” Brax demands, eyes suddenly angry.
“The internet, silly. Now, lie still so I can see how much you can take without coming. If you come before I tell you that you’re allowed to, you definitely won’t be ‘staking’ this vampire hunter’s ass—or anything else for the whole vacation.”
Brax looks like I just threatened him with a holy water hand grenade. “I’m so close,” he whimpers.
“I know,” I smile with savage sass, and find that soft little switch inside of him, like I’m stroking under the base of his cock, fingers gentle but firm as I start to glide in and out. Each thrust in connects with the spot that makes his cock dribble and slightly spurt.
“I’m not going to last,” he warns.
“Too bad.” I run the glass toy up and down his cock while I lick the slit that’s spewing pre-cum. “I guess you can watch me fuck myself with both toys?” I suggest in my most careless voice.
“Penny,” he growls.
“Might have to tie you up so you don’t participate, huh?”
“Penny, please!”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck my ass!” he cries in defeat, eyes and lips squinching shut, trying to keep the rise of pleasure in check.
“Ohhh. Silly vampire. You just had to ask.” With a deft motion that I’m pretty proud of, my fingers are out, and the tip of the “stake” nudges in and burrows swiftly, slick and cool, just like him.
My mouth closes over his cock as my wrist pumps.
My eyes stay open. I want to watch every change on his face, hear and see his gasps when I’m taking him.
I started slow, but I’m as bad as he is. He makes me impatient.
Naughty monster.
“I think you can take more. Something bigger next time,” I muse.
“Bad girl,” he hisses through clamped teeth.
“Maybe not bigger. How about faster? Hmm? Can you hold off coming while I’m fucking you like you fuck me? So hard and fast?” I purr, delivering on my words, arm moving so quickly that it starts to ache.
I can feel him tightening up, buttocks squeezing together, fingers digging into the bedding.
“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, Pen,” he wheezes, reaching for me.
“You already are. That’s why I love you,” I remind him, slipping my mouth over his cock once more. I keep my eyes open and on his, nodding when he looks wild-eyed and desperate.
“Thank you, hunter!” he groans, and floods my mouth while I’m still moving, making a sloppy mess on my chest and neck, decorating his thighs and the shaft of his cock with his cum.
I ease the toy out of him as he comes down, making sure I’m nice and soft with every action, now suddenly worried that maybe I hurt him inside (even if he’s not living), or that I wasn’t good at this kind of game, wondering if I kept him on edge for too long, or went too hard.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask, wiping my hands and mouth on tissues I snatch from the box by the bed.
I immediately start cleaning him up, too, holding my breath.
“I’m so good.” Brax rolls to his side and hugs himself, a gleeful little gesture that tugs at my heart—and my very needy pussy, which is apparently going to set a world record for being greedy this weekend.
“I hope I did that right. I loved it, but only if you loved it,” I admit.
Brax’s nostrils twitch. “I can smell how much you loved it—and you’re wearing how much I loved it. I would play that game every night, Penny—if there weren’t so many other games to play.”
“Wh-what games?” I whisper.
Brax suddenly tugs me down beside him, kissing me until my lips feel swollen.
“Games like making my pretty girl into a monster’s pet,” he chuckles, stroking a hand through my swollen folds, fingers sinking in deep and exploring.
“Such a juicy girl. So good for a hungry vamp. But monsters don’t like to see any part of a good girl going to waste.
We definitely like taking something virgin and spoiling it. It’s what we do best.”
“I’m so not a virgin,” I moan. “You should know.”
“Oh, but this part is.” Brax squirts lube between my pussy and cheeks, rubbing it in while smirking at my gasp. He knows I didn’t even see him grab it.
Damn vampire agility and speed.
“This part is mine to deflower. To pluck all the little petals from and open up wide.”
When he says these things, even these old-fashioned metaphors, he sounds sinister.
And seductive.
I’m being kissed senseless while one firm finger pushes in deep, making me gasp, but not in pain. I’m too horny and too relaxed, and too close to coming again after fucking Brax to feel anything but good.
Good and very, very full.
“It shouldn’t hurt, but you should feel full. So full that you’re a little nervous, maybe, and you wonder just what that monster wants to do while you’re so stuffed, taking his cock and toys like a good little pet. Are you the vampire’s pet, sweetie?”
I don’t answer. Don’t nod.
Brax cocks an eyebrow and looks at me curiously. “Are we playing a new game?” he asks, and another finger enters me. “Because I don’t think this one’ll work, precious. You have to talk when you’re a living thing, full of soft bits and blood.”
“I’m not a vampire’s pet,” I snap, squirming, so full that he’s right, I’m instantly nervous about the stretch, about the way my muscles fight his fingers, and about how my pussy spasms hungrily.