Just a Bite

Content Advisory: Erotic

Sitting in his car, Scott exhaled and watched people milling in and out of the bar. He glanced at his watch and decided he’d better head inside and rub elbows if he was going to get any work in the area. Running his hand through his hair, he looked in the rear view mirror. After a cursory glance over his shoulder, he crossed the parking lot.

The door was propped open and the bouncer put his hand out. “I need some ID, man.”

“Oh, right.”  Scott pulled on the chain attached to his wallet and pulled out his driver’s license. Handing it to the big guy standing in his way, Scott looked around the bar, memorizing the exits. He made a point to always have more than one way out.

The security guy gave him his ID back and Scott tucked his wallet into his back pocket. He slowed his breathing to avoid sensory overload as he made his way to the bar.

The girl behind the bar wiped the counter with a white towel. “What can I get you, darlin’?” Her white t-shirt fit snug across an awesome rack. She tucked a black curl behind her ear, exposing her neck.

“Jack. No ice.” Scott smiled at her and tried not to stare at her tits or her pulsing jugular vein that made his fangs ache. The bar was filled to capacity with plenty of dinner options. But damn, if this one in front of him, sliding a glass of whiskey toward him, didn’t smell fantastic.

“That’s eight dollars.”

“Put it on my tab.”

Scott looked at the woman standing beside him and laughed.

“Remember me?” Batting her eyelashes, she ran her tongue over her teeth.

“Oh, just slightly.” He grabbed her and picked her up for a hug. “It’s been a long fucking time, babe.”

Squealing, she kissed his cheek. “When did you get in town?”

He set her back on her feet. “A few days ago. Craig didn’t mention you were here.”

She smoothed her black tank top and flipped her bleach blonde hair off her shoulder. “I told him I’d surprise you. Surprise.” Her laughter cut through the overlapping voices and music played by what sounded like a garage band in the rear of the bar.

“Nice surprise, Lizzie.” He nodded, remembering the last time he saw her. Maybe three years ago. She’d been in Seattle and stayed at his place for a week. Lizzie had a body he knew like the back of his hand. There was never anything romantic between them, just a mutually satisfying physical relationship. And it helped she was a vampire, too. He could bite her and fuck her like mad and never hurt her.

“Come on, let me introduce you to the local players.” She hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled him after her.

He watched her ass in the red skirt with the slits up the side that exposed most of her fishnet covered thighs. Licking his lips, he almost ran into her when she stopped and turned around.

“Scott, meet Cole.” Lizzie gestured toward a short guy wearing a ripped t-shirt and jeans that were in almost as bad of shape.

Cole stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”

Shaking his hand, Scott replied, “Likewise, man.”

“Lizzie tells me you do some contract work. Backstage and such.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Cool. I might need someone coming up soon.”

Lizzie reached into the small black purse slung over her shoulder and pulled out a business card. “Give him a call if you need him, sweetheart. He’s the best.”

Cole tucked the card into his jeans pocket. “I will. Thanks, Liz.”

She kissed Cole on the cheek and pulled Scott away.

“You have business cards for me?”

Looking at him over her shoulder she said, “Fuck yeah. How are you gonna get work without them? Craig gave me your info and I had ‘em printed up. I’ll give them to you before we leave tonight.”

Lizzie dragged him around the bar, introducing him to so many people he couldn’t remember who was who or what their names were and, honestly, he didn’t care at the moment. He was starved.

She pulled him into a booth at the back of the bar. Scooting in beside him, she squeezed his thigh. “You need something, babe?” Her eyes were dark blue like sapphire and glinted beneath the hanging lamp over their table.

Scott’s mouth watered and his cock twitched. “Actually, I do.” He leaned over and kissed her mouth, dragging his fangs over her bottom lip.

“Here.” She gathered her hair and pulled it to the opposite side of her neck.

Her heart beat fast and the whoosh of her blood pumping echoed in his ears, drowning out the incessant chatter and bad music in the bar.

Scott looked around briefly before he cupped the back of her head with his hand, instinctively grabbing a fistful of her hair. He sunk his fangs into her neck and sucked hard.

Her grip on his thigh loosened as she slid her hand up and rubbed his erection through his jeans.

Her sweet, hot blood filled his mouth and slid down his throat easier than whiskey ever had. Calm spread through his body and the need let up. Although, he could have taken more from her than he could a human, he didn’t want to have to carry her out of the bar. It was possible to bleed out a vampire, especially one as small as Lizzie.

“Damn, baby.” He licked the wounds on her neck and placed his hand over hers where she was creating one hell of a raging hard on.

Lizzie kissed him, licking at his fangs. “Let’s get out of here.”

She followed Scott back to his apartment and the door was barely shut when she pushed him against it and pulled at his shirt. “Take it off. Now.”

He smiled and obliged her, tossing it on the floor. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her against him and cupped her breast, teasing her already hard nipple through her shirt. His fingers found the top of her bra and tugged it down. Kissing her neck and down her collarbone, his lips circled the pink pebble and he sucked softly, flicking his tongue over it.

Lizzie groaned and clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “God, I missed you.”

Licking up her breast to her neck, he cupped her ass and picked her up. “I missed you, too.” He smiled and trailed kisses up her jaw to her mouth.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his neck. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she sucked at his lips.

Holding her tight against him, he walked to his bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of her to unzip her tall boots one by one while lightly biting her knee.

She lay back on the bed and unbuttoned her skirt, slipping it down over her hips. The black fishnet pantyhose did little to conceal the fact she wore no panties and she quickly wiggled out of them.

The smell of her excitement fueled his need and he helped her out of her shirt and bra. Standing up, he stared at her lying on his bed. Her pale skin contrasted with the dark blanket. “You’re more beautiful than I remember.” He unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off.

Lizzie lifted herself up onto her elbows, pushing her lush breasts forward. She licked her red lips and smiled.

Scott climbed over her, cupping her tit and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He devoured her mouth, sucking and biting at her lips.

Her fingers danced down his torso and gripped his cock. She stroked him slowly. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart.” He cupped her mound and pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. “First, I want you to come.” His fingers found her entrance hot and wet and he thought about baseball for a minute to keep himself from coming in her hand.

Her blonde hair fanned out above her head and he stared into her eyes. Black liner accentuated the deep blue color and long lashes fanned her cheeks when she let her lids close. She was gorgeous, like a perfectly sculpted porcelain doll. Her pouty lips parted and she moaned. He caught a glimpse of her fangs and his heartbeat accelerated.

She lifted her hips and pressed against his hand, grinding her clit on his palm.

He backed down her body, kissing her smooth belly. Holding her lips open with one hand, he sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed the tip of his tongue over the hard, smooth surface.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping two fistfuls. Planting her heels against his shoulders, her legs trembled.

The taste of her heated his body and his erection throbbed. He slipped his middle finger deep inside her and started a steady rhythm.

She squirmed and pulled his hair. Her pussy tightened around his finger and he knew she was close. “Oh, Scott. Fucking hell. Don’t stop.”

He increased the pace of his finger and sucked her clit harder.

She bucked her hips and squeezed her thighs around his head. A hissing sound escaped her and her body shook. “Mmm. God. Oh my God.”

He slowed his thrusts and released her clit, lightly licking it as it pulsed. He rubbed her thigh until the trembling slowed. “Your taste is intoxicating.”

She pulled at his shoulders. “I need you inside me. Please.”

Her sleepy eyes bore into him and he kissed her hip, climbing back up her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her mouth. “You taste like me.” She smiled and kissed him again.

“I love your taste.” Scott gripped his cock and rubbed it against her thigh, making his way to her entrance. Once in place, he hooked his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs. He entered her slowly and completely, burying himself deep. “Damn.”

Lizzie moaned into his mouth and scratched at his back. “Mhm.”

He withdrew and plunged into her again, harder, faster and she whimpered. He knew what she liked. Moving his hands up her body, he played with her nipples, strumming his fingers over them, pinching them lightly.

Moving her hips, she met his thrusts. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. “So fucking good. You feel so fucking…” Gasping, she clawed at his back. “Harder.”

He nipped her lip before rising up on his knees and putting her legs over his shoulders. Holding her hips, he slammed into her.

She screamed and clutched at the blanket on either side of her head. “Yes. Jesus. Just like that. Scott.”

He watched her breasts bounce and the way her mouth curved as she moaned his name. She bit her lip and drew blood. He inhaled the scent of her arousal combined with the fresh spill of her blood.

Clenching his jaw, he squeezed her hips tight and pumped her fast. His orgasm built quickly. The sensation escalated. “I’m coming, baby.” He growled and plunged into her deep. Exploding inside her, his body jerked with each pulse.  Falling forward over her, he bit down on her shoulder and panted. “Holy fuck.”

Her fingertips slid over his back lightly and she kissed his cheek. “There’s nobody like you. You know that?” she whispered in his ear.

Scott smiled and lifted up to look at her. “Why do we stay away from each other for so long?”

Lizzie laughed softly. “So we don’t kill each other.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on March 25, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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