When he was happy with the adjustments, Rans rummaged in the box and came up with a small control unit. With the press of a button, the vibrator hummed into life, buzzing just above my clit. I drew in a sharp breath at the unexpected sensation. It wasn’t quite hitting me in the right place... but I suspected that would change the moment I started grinding the silicone cock into someone else’s body.
Fuck.
I gestured imperiously for the remote control, not wanting to get too wrapped up in my own body’s reaction. Rans was still kneeling at my feet, and handed it over without complaint. I tried to ignore the little zings of sensation racing up and down my spine as I fumbled at the button until the vibrator quieted. He looked up at me from his position at eye level with a fake dick, waiting for my direction.
Jesus. I had no doubt that if I told him to go down on the thing, he’d do it. And... yeah, okay, the idea was more than a little tempting. But once again, I was pretty sure that wasn’t what he needed from me tonight. I mean—I wasn’t really getting a ‘choking myself on this silicone dildo is totally what I want to be doing right now’ vibe from him at all.
“You’ve still got too many clothes on, lover,” I said instead. “Take everything off for me.”
He rose smoothly, staying well inside my personal space, and shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt. After toeing off his expensive black loafers, everything else followed quickly. I made a low noise of appreciation in the back of my throat once he was naked in front of me—sleek, broad-shouldered, lethal... and mine.
He was all male, and I could feel the magnetic aura of confident sexuality that had reduced me to jelly on so many occasions in the bedroom. It wasn’t accurate to say he was testing me, exactly, but I could tell he was feeling me out, seeing how serious I was about taking and maintaining control. Keeping my chin up, I held eye contact, glad of the four-inch heels that brought me within a couple of inches of his height.
With a light grip on his upper arm, I backed him around until he was standing with his shoulders leaning against one of the heavy posts at the corner of the bed. Then I nudged his feet apart with the toe of one red stiletto. “Hands behind you, and keep them there,” I ordered, gratified when he only raised an eyebrow and reached back, wrapping his fingers around the post with a loose grip.
“Is this the part where I assure you that I’ll come quietly, Officer?” he teased.
I reached for the small bottle of lube still lying in the bottom of the bag from Carnal Desires and popped the cap. “Come quietly? Not if I have anything to say about it,” I scoffed, and dropped to my knees.
THIRTEEN
RANS’ EYES DARKENED as I knelt in front of him, dribbling lube over the fingers of my right hand before setting the bottle safely aside. I hadn’t been kidding when I told him that shooting his load wouldn’t affect my ability to fuck him afterward. He’d been mostly joking anyway—the man’s stamina was preternatural.
As, of course, was the rest of him.
I took his jutting dick in my left hand and teased the head with my tongue. It twitched inside the circle of my fingers, only to give a second, harder jerk when the slick fingers of my right hand delved behind his balls, seeking. This much was familiar territory, at least. I circled his opening with a fingertip and pressed in, sliding my lips over his stiff length at the same time.
One of our more unforgettable early encounters had taken place when he’d urged me to feed from his sexual energy during a forty-five minute marathon of fellatio and prostate stimulation—one that had culminated with the bastard unexpectedly passing out on me. If one ignored the part where I’d yelled and thrown pillows at him afterward for making me believe I’d killed him with sex, it had been quite a memorable night.
It was one of the many benefits of having a vampire as a lover that anal play lacked any gross-out factor it might normally have possessed. I knew lots of people swore by it anyway, and that was totally cool—but it simplified things quite a bit when you didn’t have to worry about any germs or mess. As Rans had stated at the time—in his case, those pipes hadn’t been used for their intended purpose in centuries. Add to that the rather startling fact that vampires couldn’t harbor microbes of any kind, and... boom.
No muss, no fuss—just really wild orgasms.
I swallowed him down, letting my finger brush across his prostate occasionally as I stretched him open. And this part was already a bit different than our previous back-door adventures, since right now my goal was to get him ready for the strap-on. It didn’t take long until I was able to add a second finger, and eventually a third, pausing to dribble more lube over my hand at intervals.
His head had fallen back against the post at some point in the proceedings, his eyes slipping closed even as tension coiled in his body. He was getting close. I pulled off his dick with a wet pop.
“Look at me,” I ordered, and held his gaze unblinkingly when he did as I asked.
I swallowed his length, watching him from under my eyelashes as I crooked the fingers buried inside him. A choked noise lodged in his throat as he jerked and came, flooding my mouth with coppery essence. His muscles clamped hard around my fingers as I stroked him through it, prolonging his orgasm.
I gave him a final,
