Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.
Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex
Recap: In part five, Sarah goes to see Tierney. After they have sex, someone bangs on the door and wakes them from sleep.
Sarah’s eyes snapped open. “What was that?”
“Someone’s at the door.”
More pounding downstairs propelled Tierney from the bed. Soft candlelight dimly illuminated the room but he didn’t need it to see. He yanked on his pants. “Stay here.”
Moving stealthily, he made his way down the curved staircase but he avoided the door. He wasn’t about to open up until he knew who was there. Instead, he sidled up to a window and drew the curtain back enough to peer out. A full moon hung heavy in the sky and bathed his porch and the street in light.
Whoever had knocked was gone. Tierney wasn’t relieved. No one ever came to his home except Sarah, an elderly cleaning woman, and deliverymen. And that’s the way he wanted to keep it.
He opened the door and stepped out onto the verandah, the whitewashed planks smooth and cool under his bare feet. No movement disturbed the quiet street. He trotted down the steps and hurried around the house. No one was there. But someone sure as hell had been.
Isabo a little voice whispered.
But he didn’t think so. For one thing, the pounding had been too forceful. Women didn’t announce themselves in such a way. Especially late at night at an unmarried man’s home. It had been a man. Not a woman. Perhaps just wanting to see if he would answer? Or maybe if he would leave the safety of his house? Like he had. A chill crawled down his spine.
Someone was feeling him out. And maybe that someone was still around, well hidden but watching. Tierney stalked back inside and locked the door. Then he hurried to the window and furtively checked the street.
Nothing.
Finally he gave up, made sure the door was still locked, and trotted back upstairs to his bedroom.
With the sheet pooled around her waist, Sarah sat up in the bed, lovely breasts exposed. Tierney’s cock hardened.
“Who was it?” she asked in a needlessly hushed voice.
“I don’t know. He was gone by the time I got down there.”
“You don’t think. . .”
“It was your father? He wouldn’t have knocked. Someone’s playing games with me.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“It’s probably just kids. No one who knew anything about me would do something like that.” He wasn’t sure of that at all, but he wasn’t going to frighten Sarah. Hopefully they would be able to leave New Orleans sooner rather than later. He didn’t have to change her first. In fact, it would be better if he didn’t. As a human, she could do a lot to protect them.
But nothing was going to happen before dawn. Regardless of what was coming, Sarah was awake, and he was ready to take her again. He lit two more candles then unfastened his pants, let them drop and stepped out of them. His cock stood high and ready.
“Tierney. . .”
“It’s okay. No one is going to bother us tonight.” He climbed onto the bed and gathered her into his arms, pulling her up on his lap. He bent and caught her kiss-swollen lips in a slow, gentle press until she nudged at his lower lip. Yielding, he opened for her. A second later her tongue slipped into his mouth, eliciting a groan of delight.
She stroked over one of his fangs and his cock jerked. Giggling against his mouth, she reached down and curled her warm fingers around his shaft. His moan of pleasure set her into motion, caressing his length with a firm but gentle hand. At the tip, she squeezed the head on each upstroke. While pleasuring his prick, she licked his other fang, running her tongue over the sharp point.
“Your daddy would have a heart attack if he knew what you were doing,” Tierney said.
“I know. Then he would stake you.”
“Good thing he isn’t here,” Tierney said and shoved his tongue deep into her mouth smothering off her giggles.
His hands skimmed up and down her sides then came around and cupped her breasts. His thumbs caressed over the hard little buds, drawing a moan from her as she threw her head back, jutting the lovely globes upward.
Bending, he captured an orb with his teeth, tonguing the nipple, teasing it into an even harder state. His hand groped her other breast and massaged in time with his sucking mouth. With her moans of pleasure spurring him on, he nipped the taunt peak then licked over the little bite.
Her warm grip on his cock picked up speed, pumping vigorously.
He groaned against her silky flesh. Balls aching, he grasped her hand and placed it on his sac.
Her fingers clasped him, stroking gently over the twin globes. “Ah, Sarah,” he moaned. “You make me feel wonderful.”
“I’m glad. I want that. I love you, Tierney.”
“Love you, too. Ah. . .” Her hand squeezed, massaged, and stroked his nuts. “Jesus, you know how to please me.”
“I want to make you happy. You’re so good to me.”
That was not true. A little pain jabbed his heart. He’d never once taken her out. How could he? She should attend parties and dances. Instead, she had to disguise herself and sneak to his home as though she were doing something wrong. And once she arrived, he dragged her to his bedroom and fucked her like a common, purchased whore. Shame needled him. “Sarah?”
“Um?”
“How can you possibly love me when I can’t even take you to a ball or a party. At least not as long as we live here.” He hated the pathetic way his words came out. He didn’t want or need her pity.
“Ah, baby. I don’t care about those things. I’d rather be here with you any time. I love being alone with you.”
“I’m glad. I don’t understand it, but I’m grateful.”
“Don’t think so much, Tierney. Just enjoy what we have together. I want to spend forever with you. And I’m going to. Doesn’t matter where or how, I only want to be with you.”
He claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss as his hands slid down her back until he grasped her firm ass. Shifting, she straddled him, balancing over him on her knees. Then she captured his cock and positioned him at her entrance. With a sigh, she lowered herself, taking him deep within her slick passage. She slipped her arms around his neck and eased up, sliding slowly along his length until he nearly pulled free of her. Kicking her head back, she rode him, rising up then impaling herself on his shaft. As she squeezed him between her clenching walls, her rapid movements provided delicious friction.
Her grunts of passion and motions quickened until, panting, she howled her release. Her pussy milked him with quick, tight contractions. As soon as she settled and the last of the aftershocks quaking through her body stilled, he lifted her off him.
She’d had her pleasure, now he wanted his.
He stacked up the pillows then urged her onto her hands and knees.
“You’re a bad boy,” she said and laughed.
“Yeah, maybe. But you love it as much as I do. Don’t you?”
She rested her forearms on the stack of pillows and elevated her ass. “Yeah. I like it when you take me like an animal. There’s something wild about it.”
Bending forward, he pressed his lips to one firm cheek. His hand eased between her legs and stroked folds slick and wet from their previous coupling. The erotic scent burned through him and his cock twitched as he continued caressing her swollen flesh.
She moaned as his fingers slipped along her inner lips and found her nub. He circled the hard little bud, then stroked over it, applying and releasing pressure until her hips bucked and she rubbed hard on his digits.
He loved her responsiveness. They were made for each other. They complimented and fulfilled one another. He’d though himself damned but he no longer believed that. How could he be damned when he had been given such an exquisite gift?
He eased down on the bed and scooted up between her legs, lying on his back, then he reached up and grabbed her.
She giggled. “Tierney. . .you’re not—“
He yanked her down on top of him, burying his face in her pussy. With a shriek, she wiggled in his grasp. His tongue shot out and tasted not only her, but himself as well on the delicate skin. Groaning with pleasure, his nose tickled her nub as he licked at her, taking up her essence.
“Tierney, oh my God. What are you doing down there? We’ve already. . .” Then she burst into a fit of giggles at his intimate invasion.
He reached in and separated her with his thumbs. Not offended in the least that he’d already come in her, he probed her opening as deeply as possible. He stroked her bud and tongue fucked her until she lost control and rocked her pelvis in her quest for another orgasm. But before she could release, he grasped her again and gently pushed her up off him.
She groaned in protest. “Tierney, no. That isn’t fair.”
“All is fair in the bedroom, my darling. Besides I’ll take care of you.” He eased from under her and got onto his knees. Then he maneuvered behind her and shoved his dick between her spread legs, pressing up against her hot flesh. He pumped slowly, rubbing himself on her, gliding back and forth through the slick heat.
“Ah,” she whispered. “That feels so good.”
“How good?” He moved a little faster.
“Wonderful.” Groaning, she pushed back.
He reached under her and pressed his finger on her clit then rubbed in time to his thrusting cock.
“Jesus,” she moaned. “Tierney, are you trying to kill me?”
“No, my sweet. I’m trying to drive you mad with desire.”
“You’re doing an admirable job.”
She moved with him, rocking in counterpoint to his sliding thrusts until he stopped.
She whimpered.
“More?”
“Yes! Damn it, Tierney. Stop teasing me to death.”
“Is this what you want?” He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed into her heat.
She groaned and arched her back.
She was hot and slick and delightful. Held tightly by her clenching walls, he began to move, rocking, pushing deep inside her. Hips pistoning, he drove in and out of her. He increased his pace until he reached a fever pitch. The erotic sound of his flesh meeting hers spurred him into a faster rhythm.
The scent of roses and sex perfumed the air. He drew her fragrance deep into his lungs. Flowers and sex, what a perfect combination for her. She was like an exotic flower. One he wished to pluck and keep forever.
Her moans increased, filling the room with the music of passion. The chirr of a cricket added its own delightful harmony.
He traced down her back, caressing her silky soft skin, reveling in the heat of her body as he drove harder and faster. From there his hands dipped under her and captured both breasts. He caught her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers.
He picked up his pace, sliding in and out of her as he massaged her breasts. Her panting moans rose on the air. When the warning tingle in his lower back signaled his impending release, he abandoned the perfect orbs and fastened onto her clit again. Rubbing vigorously, he worked to bring her to completion.
With a loud cry, her walls squeezed him even tighter. He kept going until, with a final slam into her, he shot deep in her heat. A moment later, he pulled from her pussy and collapsed onto the mattress, panting for breath.
He tucked her into his arms and wrapped himself around her. Nuzzling into her hair, he drew in the sweet fragrance. She snuggled close, pushing into his hot, sweating body. Within moments, her breathing slowed and she slipped into slumber.
Warm with pleasure, his eyelids drifted shut. He could sleep for a while. He would wake long before sunrise and have plenty of time to walk her home and then return before dawn.
***
Tierney awoke with a jerk. He lay perfectly still but the hair at the back of his neck lifted. He didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary but his sense of smell told him plenty. Sarah wasn’t the only human in his home. He clearly detected the strong odor of a man who stank of sweat, whiskey, and cigars.
Someone was in the house with them.
Slumbering peacefully beside him, Sarah was unaware that anything was wrong. Not wanting to wake and frighten her, he eased from the bed. Whoever had broken in wasn’t there for Sarah.
He pulled on his pants and slipped from the room, moving with stealth. He listened but didn’t hear anything. Perhaps the interloper had already gone. If he hadn’t and Tierney caught him, the bastard wouldn’t be coming back for a second look.
He glided down the hallway. Nothing. He descended the grand staircase. At the bottom he scanned with his senses. Only the human’s lingering stench remained. Slowly, he made a physical sweep of all the downstairs rooms.
The cellar? Was the son of a bitch in the cellar? If he though Tierney spent his days sleeping on dirt in the basement, then he was going to be sadly disappointed. He strained his ears for anything out of the ordinary. He was starting to think that whoever had been there had left, but he had to check to be sure.
It was really nothing more than a stone walled hole. Carefully, he opened the door and the scent of damp earth and the reek of a human hung thick. He’d been there all right. Tierney descended the rickety steps and quickly scanned the cellar. Nothing.
He turned and went back up to the main floor where he checked the front door. It was closed but unlocked. His heart thudded. Had he locked it when he’d come back in. He was positive he had. But maybe his mind was playing tricks and he hadn’t. Maybe he’d left the damn door open and someone had simply wandered in and looked around. Was that all there was to it?
No. That was too simple. Whoever had come in had done so with a purpose.
“Shit,” he hissed and sprinted back up the stairs. It was late. He needed to get Sarah home which meant his house would be left unguarded. What if the intruder came back while he was gone? What if he came back during the day?
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Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher
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