“And with the sound of that moan, I’ve just decided how I want to have you first.”
My head fell back, my eyes sliding shut as need took me. “Anything,” I told him, meaning it. “Everything.”
“My word on it, love,” he promised. “Have patience.”
With lithe movements, he knelt astride my torso. I felt him stretch toward the bedside table, and heard the faint sound of my lotion dispenser being pumped. The intriguing sound of flesh being slicked almost made me open my eyes to watch, but I wasn’t ready to give up the protection of the darkness just yet.
Strong hands gathered my breasts together, thumbs teasing both nipples and sending tiny jolts of pleasure along the length of my spine. My scalp tingled deliciously. So did my clit. He cupped my breasts, pressing them together. I moaned again wantonly as the head of Rans’ cock pressed into the tight space between my tits, slippery with lotion and his own precome.
He fucked my cleavage with slow strokes, kneading both breasts with firm pressure the whole time. My hips flexed up, seeking friction, but there was nothing to thrust against. Even so, the relentless roll of his thumbs across my tender nipples was almost enough to make me join him when he went still and then shuddered, spilling his first release across my collarbones and the base of my throat.
I whimpered, trembling with need as his fingers closed around my nipples, pinching and tugging. My thighs were slick where I was rubbing them together, desperate for friction. He let one nipple slip free from the pleasurable vice of his fingers. I felt his weight shift backward, and those same fingers delved into my folds, spreading wetness to slide circles around my clit.
My body arched, tense as a drawn bowstring. “Oh, god,” I gasped, as an orgasm washed over me, my sex clenching around nothing.
“Mmm,” he murmured in appreciation. “So lovely. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of watching you shake apart beneath me.”
His finger trailed through the mess he’d made on my chest and throat, swiping it up. I felt a light brush against my lips, waking every nerve that had been sensitized by our earlier kissing. Instinctively, I opened for him. His finger slid into my mouth, and I licked it clean, still lost in my post-orgasmic buzz. Afterward, he slid down my body and finished the job of cleaning me up, sucking on my neck and collarbone—teasing the thin skin with his fangs.
Hunger for more rose inside me. It wasn’t the demonic hunger of a succubus, since I was still thoroughly sated from all the blood and animus I’d consumed at the club. This was merely the hunger of a lover, albeit a hunger bolstered by a vampire’s strength and endurance. I knew Rans felt it, too. After drinking so much of my blood earlier, he’d be feeling it for hours.
I stirred, dragging him up for a proper kiss, and didn’t protest when he rolled us so he was lying on his back and I was leaning over him. This time, he didn’t allow the kiss to go on until we were lost in it; instead urging me to turn and straddle his face in a sixty-nine position.
I didn’t need telling twice.
Hands spread me and moved my hips down until Rans could reach me with his tongue. His cock pointed up temptingly before me, still hard and ready under the effects of my succubus blood. My mouth watered. I barely had the presence of mind to check that my fangs had receded before I was swallowing him down, taking out my body’s reactions to his ministrations on the sensitive flesh in my mouth.
The coppery spend I’d sucked from his fingers had only deepened my desire for his taste. I loved it. His salty, metallic bitterness was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced, and I would never in a thousand years get enough of it. The flat of his tongue rasped over my clit, and I shivered. Testing a theory, I slid my lips down his generous length, letting him press deeper and deeper until my nose brushed his balls.
Yup, I’d been right. Gag reflex? Gone with my humanity—and good riddance.
He groaned against my pussy and thrust up, lost to the feeling of my mouth around him. I could sympathize; I was more than halfway lost to the feeling of his on me. I balanced on one hand, freeing the other to play with his balls as his hips flexed, fucking my throat. His grip on my hips kept me right where he wanted me in relation to his talented tongue. Jolts of growing excitement zipped along my nerves.
I lost track of how long we spent teasing each other ever higher. It didn’t matter. I only came back to myself when I realized I was vamping out as I approached my second climax—fangs scraping dangerously against the vulnerable flesh in my mouth. I started to pull back, but inhuman strength tightened around my hipbones.
“Don’t stop,” Rans said breathlessly, an edge of something desperate in his tone.
A groan tore free of my throat as I swallowed him down again, tasting a hint of blood this time. Lips and teeth closed around my clit in retaliation, and then I was coming, and he was coming, and holy shit—
Somehow, I managed a marginally controlled roll to the side once the spasms of ecstasy died down, mostly because the alternative would have been to pass out with his still-hard dick down my throat and my pussy smothering his face. Fortunately, I was all about dignity, so instead I ended up facedown on the mattress, with my head next to his knees and one of my ankles
