Good Girl
Sighing, Phillip paid special attention to the area around my navel, and the remark was quickly lost to the tipsy haze inside my head. I tried to hold onto it, but it was gone before I realized.
Tonight was the first time I genuinely felt like a teenager—making stupid choices in exchange for momentary bliss. I might come to regret it, but right now, it felt right.
I was myself again.
And for some reason, with Phillip, I didn’t feel like being a teenage girl was something I should ever apologize for. In a way, he made me feel safe to be whoever I wanted to be; to let loose and make poor decisions. Teenager or adult, it didn’t matter, he’d treat me the same either way.
Phillip grinned to himself and wiped the area with one of our wound prep tonics, oddly focused for being two bottles into the night.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt anymore. He’d taken it off after downing the first bottle of Vodka.
I blushed and downed two drinks myself when the Austrian all but stripped in front of me, which made him smile in his usual erotic manner.
But I couldn’t deny his muscles were amazing under a sea of intricate tattoos.
I didn’t bother to hide my interest in them.
After several drinks, I was bolder and less ashamed of my stare. To my ongoing surprise, he had his nipples pierced alongside his belly button, and I wanted to ask about them. I wanted to touch each piercing with my fingertips.
“It’s lame to get this, huh? A little slutty maybe?” I questioned, nodding my chin down at my stomach.
Phillip looked up at me, eyebrow raised. “Not true. I mean, it’s not lame. Slutty? Maybe. Not you but me, definitely.” He groaned, sinking a hand into his hair. “Am I making any sense right now?”
It was a treat to hear the always-eloquent Austrian babble, and I grinned when our eyes met. “It makes sense, at least to drunk me.”
“Thought you weren’t drunk?”
“I’m not. How dare you accuse me of such a baseless lie,” I teased with another giggle.
His answering smile was dazzling. “Forgive me, my Queen. It was impertinent of me to suggest such a thing.”
“Forgiven.” I tilted my chin, trying and failing horribly to hide a grin. “Only you would talk using big words two bottles in. How high is your tolerance?”
“Higher than yours.”
“Jerk.”
Phillip leaned forward, light-eyed gaze occupied with my stomach again. The touch of his fingers as they danced lazily across my belly made me dizzy for an entirely different reason.
“I think it’ll look great on you.” The Hunter looked down at his folded stomach, straightening slightly. “Doesn’t look terrible, right?”
I giggled lightly, an arm above my head on the pillow and my right hand keeping my shirt up. “Guess it’s cool on you. Not going to lie, I was surprised to see it.”
I reached out and touched his belly piercing with the hand that had been holding my shirt, catching Phil off guard. His breathing stalled out, which would’ve never happened without the serum.
Honestly, I liked the way his every reaction showed on his body. It was nice to see the man react, and it gave me an odd feeling in my stomach.
Phillip’s eyes shot over to mine before he captured my hand and led it back to my shirt. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as his fingers brushed along my bra.
“Try not to move, yeah?”
His expression was hungrier than I was used to. It made me want to tease him.
When I smirked, the other Hunter heaved a short, powerful breath.
Watching him, I tugged my shirt a bit higher and exposed the line of my cleavage in an all-black bra.
The Austrian’s stare strayed down to my breasts before jerking away, and I felt like I’d somehow won.
It gave me a superior feeling to know what I did held any power over a man like Phillip.
“We’ll heal the wound like the first piercing. This specialized tonic will counteract a full heal, so the skin won’t swallow the metal and reform after the serum wears off. It’ll take a few minutes longer than your nose as a result.”
The pretend Biology teacher didn’t let on right away that he was the smart science type, but he was.
Phillip seemed to know his stuff. Go figure Phillip would hide his nerdy side.
But the older Hunter explained earlier how the concoction worked with our regeneration abilities and made piercing possible.
Unfortunately, I was a little too drunk to remember all the details the way he explained them.
“Because the piercing is a little deeper, hmm?” I snarked, giggling to myself.
Phillip glanced up at me, lips quirked up seductively. “Something like that.”
A second later, pain hit and then a long metal bar occupied my belly button. Phillip wiped away the blood, then drizzled the special tonic over my belly.
I lazily watched from my place above him as the Hunter’s fingers glided across my stomach, almost as if he couldn’t help himself.
Without my heightened senses, his touch wasn’t as strong, but it still felt incredibly good.
I shut my eyes to bask in the pleasure and let deep gulps of air fill my lungs.
“Thank you,” I murmured, opening my eyes.
The dark-haired Austrian watched me quietly, then his hand slipped down to the space above my hips. Watching me for any sign of distress, the older man teased the stretchy waistline of my leggings.
My breathing came faster the closer his fingers got to the space between my thighs, his hand expertly finding its way into my pants.
Then my chest hitched when Phillip’s fingers dipped down and swiped.
Battered by sensation, I stiffened and the toned hills of my abdominals were quickly exposed.
Reactively, Phillip pulled his hand away.
Worried I’d put him off, I quickly captured his arm and shook my head. “Keep going,” I breathed hotly. “Don’t grow a conscience on me now.”
His lips quirked up. “You’re a pretty bossy drunk.”
“Does it turn you off?”
Before I could fully finish my question, the vampire hunter’s face was already coming in close. His fingers stroked a rough line along the wet slit between my thighs before his lips stopped just short of mine.
“Not a chance.”
My lips were devoured with an urgency I wasn’t prepared to feel before the kiss ended abruptly, and a noise left my throat that didn’t sound anything like me.
It was riddled with displeasure.
Smirking, the other Hunter took hold of my chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting it so our eyes made contact. “If anything, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if you keep talking like that.”
His hot breath bathed my wet lips.
“You need to tell me if this isn’t what you want.
Tell me very clearly what you want, V.” The blue-eyed Austrian’s lips ghosted over mine, keeping me enthralled and spellbound.
“Because I’m going to fuck you.” His tongue traced my lower lip and I gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t forget a damn thing in the morning. ”
Unable to respond, I sucked in another breath.
“You’re going to remember everything I do to you, V, and there’s no running away from it tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what was hotter: his brazen, promising words, or the clever fingers working between my legs. Either way, I was shaking and overstimulated, completely under attack and loving it.
“Tell me what you want,” Phillip demanded roughly, head dropping so he could suck on my neck. “Tell me you want me.”
A desperate moan escaped my open mouth as I succumbed to the intense pleasure of his fingers. I couldn’t fathom a feeling greater than what he was doing, but I knew better. If anyone could teach me how intense pleasure was, it was Phillip.
But I did manage to nod my assent because it felt like I’d regret not giving him the go-ahead. “Please. I want it. I want you.”
“Good girl,” he growled, swallowing another moan with a hard kiss.
I gripped his taut arm in time with the strong strokes of his thick fingers, hips swiveling. “Wow,” I moaned, far too drunk to be mortified.
Phillip groaned low in his throat and removed his hand, immediately lifting me from the couch. “We’re not even at the wow part.” The naked skin of his chest fused with my side. “But I refuse to let your first time happen on the couch.”
The second my body hit the mattress, Phillip helped me out of my shirt and pants, leaving kisses along my neck and stomach as red-flushed skin was exposed. I didn’t know what to do and stiffened up immediately.
Noticing how tense I was, Phillip brought one of my arms up to his neck and led it around his shoulders. He kissed me sweetly at first, guiding my tongue into his mouth, and then brought my free hand to his chest.
I grasped his hard pectoral, unsure. The cool metal of his nipple piercing rubbed against my palm, and I experimentally moved my hand. Phillip’s answering grunt spurred me on, and I rubbed a little more insistently.
The way his body tensed and constricted was sinful and beautiful. It gave me the same feeling of superiority as earlier, and I realized I liked that sort of thing.
A lot.
The longer our tongues battled, the less rigid I became.
I grew brave and even teased his piercing with my fingers.
I tasted his lower lip and sucked it into my mouth.
I moved my body against his, relishing the way he instantly groaned and grunted when I took any kind of bold action.
And soon, I was matching his intensity with hard swipes of my lips and tongue.
“That’s it,” he growled approvingly. “Good girl.”
The way he spoke was both affectionate and utterly provocative.
I mimicked every touch, every gyration. I sunk fingers into his hair and clawed his back, unraveling inside a sensuous heat. And all I could think was how good it felt to give myself over to carnal pleasure, and how I couldn’t wait for more.