Wanted

Content Advisory: Oral sex, m/f/m sex

The clock on the dashboard of her Honda told her she was late. Jan stepped her wedge a little harder on the gas pedal. Whenever she went out, she liked to wear heels. Otherwise, she ended up lost in the crowd because she was short.

Gage had invited her to attend the party for some rock star she’d never heard of; a birthday celebration at the Hilton. He told her to pack an overnight bag because he booked a room in the hotel so they could drink and have a good time without having to drive the hour back home.

People bustled in and out of the glass doors at the front of the hotel. An older gentleman in a penguin suit stood ready to valet her car. She pulled up behind a black SUV and handed the man her keys.

Jan slung her purse over her shoulder and carried her duffle into the hotel.

Gage stood just near the concierge desk talking to a tall guy with shoulder length dark hair. There was something familiar about the way he stood with his back to her.  

She smiled and waved as she made her way towards Gage.

He took her bag and kissed her cheek. “Glad you made it, babe.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I couldn’t find my keys and then I couldn’t find my purse and I had to figure out what to wear.”

Gage looked her up and down. “I love how short that skirt is. You look great.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good too.”

“Thanks. You’re such a smooth talker.” She patted his cheek.

He carried her bag to the man behind the counter. “Room 2108, please.” Gage handed the bellhop a ten dollar bill.

As Jan approached, the man Gage had been talking to turned around. They locked eyes and she stopped short. A sharp breath left her lungs. Trent.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hey.”

Gage took Jan’s hand. “Trent, meet my girlfriend, Jan.”

She squeezed Gage’s hand. “We know each other.”

Gage glanced between them. “No way. What a small fucking world.”

Trent smiled, revealing that slight overlap of his front teeth that she found so cute back then. “Definitely.”

He hadn’t changed at all. His hair hung long and straight and he wore Levi’s and a t-shirt advertising some kind of booze. God, he still looked good. A flashback of him hovering over her, driving into her, biting her lips and holding her hips filled her mind and a blush spread up her neck and, no doubt, settled in her cheeks. 

Gage led her to a ballroom where music played loud and lots of people milled about. Rock star glam was way different than the glamorous she grew up with. Women didn’t have tattoos and pierced eyebrows, they wore their hair in French twists with a string of cultured pearls around their necks.

But she was comfortable in both scenes. She could class it up or she could dress like she was tonight, groupie fabulous. She’d met the guys in Gage’s band before and they all filed by to say hello and give her boobs an appreciative glance. She couldn’t complain because the black cami, sans a bra, barely contained them.

Trent walked over to the bar and Gage leaned in. “Where do you know him from?”

Jan fidgeted with her hands. “We used to go out.”

“Really?” He laughed. “He’s a cool guy but not really the one-on-one type, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean.” She was glad Gage didn’t act like a jealous boyfriend and get all bent out of shape that someone she used to fuck would be hanging out at their table.

Trent came back with two shots of a dark whiskey and a margarita for Jan. “Still a tequila drinker?”

She nodded. “Yep. Thanks.”

Trent slid a shot over to Gage and lifted his glass. “To a fun night.”

They downed their shots and Jan went to work on her margarita. Before she knew it, she had three drinks under her belt and everything felt warm and fuzzy. Gage and Trent were talking shop; chicks, cars and guitars.

Jan was in the corner, the wall behind her back. At the circular table, the men were on either side of her. Trent tucked his hair behind his ear and lit a cigarette. He offered one to Gage and one to her.

She remembered how she and Trent used to smoke in bed after crazy hot sex. She licked her lips and he narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to light her cigarette.

Gage blew out a plume of smoke up in the air. “Are you staying in the hotel tonight?”

“Nah. I’ll head home when the party dies down.” Trent tapped his cigarette on the edge of the glass ashtray.

Jan looked at Gage and back at Trent; both gorgeous men. Trent was taller, Gage a little heavier. Both were well endowed and knew how to please a woman. What would it be like to have them both at the same time? She wasn’t sure if either of them would go for it but she had just enough liquid courage in her to find out.

She took a long draw on the Marlboro and tilted her head to the side. Moisture gathered between her legs and she let her thighs slip apart underneath the table. The white tablecloth and dark venue provided enough cover for her to be discreet. She reached under the table and trailed her finger up and down her bare thigh.

“Why don’t the three of us go back to the room and have a night cap?” She winked at Gage.

He smiled as if he knew what was on her mind.

She took his hand and pulled it under her skirt, letting him feel how wet she was already.

Gage’s jaw tightened, like it did when he was concentrating. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties.

She sighed and, with her other hand, squeezed Trent’s thigh. A look of surprise crossed his face and he looked at Gage.

Gage nodded. “What do you say, Trent? Join us?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”

A tingle of excitement shot up her spine. She and Gage had talked about fantasies before and this was one of hers; two guys at once. It was perfect that Gage and Trent already knew each other and that she’d had sex with both of them. A threesome wasn’t something she’d do with a stranger.

Gage fingered her slowly under the table and she moved her hand up Trent’s thigh to his crotch. He kept a poker face but she saw that spark in his eyes and his erection let her know he was on board.

She was close to coming and pushed Gage’s hand away. “Let’s go.” She picked up her purse and pulled her skirt down enough to cover her ass. She followed Gage to the elevators with Trent right behind her.

Both men towered over her and for a second she thought maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She did well to handle one at a time but then she reasoned that an opportunity like this doesn’t surface every day. She trusted them both and they both knew what she liked and didn’t like.

Gage slipped the plastic key card into the slot on the door and pushed it open, allowing Jan to walk in first. Her duffle bag was on the floor at the foot of the king sized bed. She kicked off her wedges, making her even smaller between the two of them.

She had barely dropped her purse on the chair in the corner when Gage sidled up behind her and cupped her ass. “You sure you want to do this?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes. God, yes.” She leaned her head back against his chest and her pulled her cami over her head.

He slid a hand up her side and squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. He turned her around, staying behind her.

Trent was leaned against the wall just inside the room.

“Come over here and help Jan with her skirt and panties.” Gage kissed her neck and continued to play with her breasts.

Trent pulled his own t-shirt off as he walked toward her. His body hadn’t changed. Bronzed skin with chiseled abs, broad shoulders and thick biceps. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his tongue darting in and out. His fingers reached for the button on her skirt, quickly unfastening the garment and letting it fall to the floor leaving her clad in only white panties.

Gage’s hand snaked lower over her stomach and inside the front of her panties while Trent bent over to suck her nipple and squeeze her breasts.

Jan’s head spun, not from the alcohol, but from the adrenaline. A little fear mixed with taboo was a strong aphrodisiac. 

The hardness of Gage’s cock pressed against her lower back and Trent’s mouth kissed down her torso. Gage hooked his fingers into the strings on her hips and tugged her panties down to her thighs. Trent dropped to his knees and took over from there, pulling them off and nearly knocking her off her feet. Trent had never been gentle with anything.

His tongue explored her smooth pussy as his fingers found her entrance. Gage lifted her leg up, hooking his hand behind her knee and effectively opening her up.  

If Gage hadn’t held her up, she would have collapsed when Trent sucked her clit and jammed two fingers inside her. All ready, her pussy throbbed and her abdomen ached for release. He stroked her inside and tickled the tip of her clit with his tongue.

Gage pulled on her nipples and grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her. She was ready to explode from sensory overload. She moaned into Gage’s mouth and put her hand on top of Trent’s head, pushing him against her pussy.

She pulled out of the kiss and watched Trent eat her like he was starving. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she whispered, breathlessly. “Oh, God.”

Trent sucked harder and slammed his fingers in and out, bringing her to the very edge.

Her body seized and then trembled as the taut wire holding her together snapped. She screamed and embedded her nails into Gage’s arms while Trent dug his fingers into her thigh, not granting her any quarter as he still teased her clit and fingered her.

Gage let her leg down slowly and gripped her hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard while you suck him off.” 

Trent stood up and licked his lips. “You still taste good. Damn.” He smiled and pulled at his belt.

Gage stripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. He grabbed Jan and picked her up, cupping her ass with both hands.

She wrapped her legs around him and put her head on his shoulder.

He carried her to the bed and deposited her on top of the bedspread. He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful.”

She managed a smile and looked up to see Trent kneeling above her head, his cock stiff and imposing.

“She is beautiful,” he agreed with Gage and ran his hand through her hair. “How do you want to do this, man?”

Gage flipped her over on to her stomach. “I’ll be back here.”

Jan scooted up on her hands and knees and came face to dick with Trent’s manhood. Trent touched her chin, running his thumb down her cheek.

Gage leaned over her and kissed the small of her back. He gripped her hips and used his knee to spread her legs a little wider. His cock slid over her ass and he rubbed it against her pussy. “Jesus. You’re so wet. I love fucking you after you come. Tight, hot, throbbing.” He pushed inside her slowly.

She gasped. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. The friction of his cock stretching and filling her mixed pleasure with pain and she loved it. He always started slow and built up the pace but he pulled out and slammed into her hard just now.

Trent moved in closer and cupped the back of her neck. “Sweet little mouth.”

She stroked his cock and kissed the head. She knew he liked her to bite him softly and she indulged him before sucking him as deep as she could.

Trent groaned and she moaned on his dick, licking the underside. She tried to concentrate on pleasuring him but Gage’s measured strokes and tight grip on her ass made that difficult.

Trent’s hands fisted her hair and he moved his hips faster, pushing his cock into her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried to keep up with both of them thrusting into her at once.

“I’m going to come.” Gage fucked her harder, stabbing deep until she felt him pulsing and filling her with his heat.

She bit down on Trent’s dick while Gage came.

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder before pulling out and sitting back on his heels. “Fuck. She’s all yours.”

She stayed on her hands and knees and reached out to cup Trent’s balls.

Trent moved her hair away from her face and pulled her up to kiss her. “I’m going to finish you over there.” He moved his head toward the wall. “I know how much you like that.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the wall beside the dresser. With her back pinned to the plaster, he lowered her a little and drove his cock inside her.

She screamed again and her head banged against the wall. She saw stars for a second. His hand slid up to her throat and he held her still, fucking her with deliberate thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She nodded. “You feel so good. God, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

He moved his hips and his dick slid over that spot inside her that sent a chill of pleasure through her like an electric current. He was so big and in that position he easily hit her limit and made the mark.

“That’s what I want. Come on my cock, baby.”  His dark eyes narrowed and the vein in his neck strained.

She saw Gage over Trent’s shoulder. He was lying on the bed, smiling at her and looking quite satisfied.

She closed her eyes as her pussy tightened and convulsed. Every nerve in her body delivered pleasure signals to her brain and she whimpered and moaned and shuddered.

He growled in her ear and joined her, his cock pumping rhythmically inside her. He pressed is forehead against hers and kissed her mouth. “Incredible, Jan.”

She took a shower and settled into bed between the two of them. She snuggled up to Gage’s back while Trent spooned her from behind. Her body ached and throbbed from the pinching, pulling, grabbing and fucking but it felt really good.

Trent had rekindled something she thought was long lost. She felt alive. She felt wanted.  And now she wanted to keep them both. 

Check out Melissa’s last post, Just a Drop, and look for her next short story in June 2013!

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It's in the Blood

The impatient banter of a synthesizer spurted out of the speakers at high volume as faceless people contorted and shimmied to the beat. Strobes flashed and colored lights swept the floor, illuminating a random profile every few seconds. Dave Gahan’s graveled-honey voice promised love at a breakneck rate as Cybil and her husband, Danny entered the busy nightclub. Cybil wore her new corset, Caribbean blue with black velvet scrolling up her narrow sides, while Danny wore his usual black; this time, shiny leather pants and a form-fitting mesh shirt. He’d left his shoulder-length inky-dark hair down that night so his girl could run her fingers through it.

Cybil moved through the crowd, bopping her head to the rhythm. She settled in one of the faux-leather barstools while her husband stood at her side.

“What’ll you have tonight?” Danny tugged on the chain connected to his wallet in his back pocket.

“I’m thinking a Rocket Fuel,” Cybil murmured as she pondered the bottles behind the bartender.  She crossed her legs and felt Danny’s hand slide over her thigh in wordless possession.

Danny laughed and shook his head. “I know what that means.”

Apparently it was Depeche Mode night. “Dirt” clattered over her ears, mixed up and scattered but still recognizable. The song blended into a Prodigy number, one she didn’t recognize. She smiled.

Danny ordered her Rocket Fuel and an Amstel for himself. Once drinks were in hand, they turned to scan their options.

It was how they kept their relationship fresh; Cybil wasn’t one to wander but ever since they started taking another woman to bed every so often, their sex life was off the scale. Cybil was able to enjoy the pleasure of both male and female in her arms. As long as Danny was there with her to experience it, the situation worked perfectly.

“Maybe I’m looking.”

Danny smirked. “You’re always looking.”

This night, Cybil wanted a Goth chick. Although she was a platinum blonde, no question remained of her alternative tastes. From six-inch platform boots to the skin-hugging leather covering her legs to the greyscale dragon tattoo writhing across her back to lick a forked tongue at her right shoulder, she was a goddess in her own right.

Across the club, she spotted her intended victim. A familiar ache tingled and she left her drink with her husband so she could investigate.

There was always a lingering concern that once approached, her target wouldn’t be quite as appealing. Cybil made a loose circle around the female, a lioness prowling after the unsuspecting gazelle. Her nerves sizzled with want as the Rocket Fuel worked into her system. The additives in the drink heightened her senses or perhaps it was just—wait.

The girl had purple hair but Cybil wanted to make sure it wasn’t just the play of filtered lights. When her prey turned, Cybil was greeted with grass green eyes. The woman was about twenty-five, give or take a few years, and wrapped in latex. A grinning skull dangled from a velvet choker at her throat. Well, that would have to go later. Cybil closed in.

“Hey,” she said and stood close to the violet-haired vixen. Her scent hinted at patchouli but not strong enough to repel.

The girl shifted her attention to Cybil and gave a shy smile. Her hair fell over one eye, Jessica Rabbit-style. Cybil licked her glossed lips and leaned in closer.

“I love your hair.” She dug her fingers into the female’s mane and gave an experimental tug. “I’m Cybil.”

“Elise.” Her interest gave a soft moan, but Cybil heard it. Her choice was ripe.

“Elise, like The Cure song.” She massaged Elise’s scalp with her long nails and released her.

“Precious” bled into a Chemical Brothers beat and without any words, Cybil and Elise swayed together, giggling as they experimented with tongues and fingertips. Cybil gripped Elise by her latex-clad shoulder and dipped her head for a first kiss. There was no question what she wanted. A sharing of bodies but there was one more minor detail.

 “Are you here alone?” Elise‘s green gaze met Cybil’s pale blue.

Cybil gave her a coy smile. “Just with my husband.” She turned to point out her raven-haired mate still standing by the bar.

Danny shot her a knowing look and nodded once. Cybil’s view of him vanished as dancers moved between them.

Elise’s dark-lined eyes widened. “That’s your husband? Does he know…are you two like, swingers or something?”

Cybil laced her fingers with Elise’s and they moved together again to the music. “He’ll watch if that’s what you prefer,” Cybil purred into her companion’s ear.

“Mm,” Elise moaned and her gaze cut in Danny’s direction again.

“His name is Danny.” Cybil kissed Elise’s lips. “He can be hard or gentle.”

Elise blushed and her pulse raced. Obviously she hadn’t expected to pick up on a couple. Cybil nuzzled her musky neck then pulled away to take Elise by the hand. The little lamb fell in behind the she-wolf.

~*~

Danny caught a glimpse of his wife striding back towards the bar with a stunning dark beauty behind her. He smiled and rubbed his chin. Cybil had great taste in women and so what if she was bi? She loved him and he her, so it made sense to let her sample outside their ring of matrimony. Besides, a victim was a paler shade of lover. He set his jaw before taking Elise’s hand in his, warm with a surprisingly sure grip. Idly he pondered whether she was wild between the sheets before snapping his attention back to his mate.

“Elise, this is Danny. Danny, you can call her gorgeous.” Cybil grinned and reached for the remainder of her drink. She nodded at the bartender to bring the next round, adding another glass for her new girlfriend. Danny exchanged small talk with Elise, accepting his fresh beer when Cybil passed it to him.

Elise was originally from Houston and had gone through a nasty breakup, which had chased her to Austin. The thriving nightlife coupled with a healthy job market had prompted her to make Austin a permanent residence, but she was still single, afraid to make a new heart’s connection. Her lack of demands fit his and Cybil’s to a tee. His gaze fell to Else’s choker before flicking up to meet her eyes again.

By the last hour, the crowd had gown frantic and the crushing heat of sweating bodies coupled with the sting of alcohol in the air encouraged the three to leave. Elise had taken her little red moped and her single headlight flashed in the rearview mirror as Danny led her back to their home a few miles away.

The house wasn’t what anyone could honestly consider strange, but once they went inside, Danny knew Elise would begin to catch on to what she’d gotten herself into. Blackout curtains hung ceiling to floor in the den with heavy shutters on the kitchen and dining room windows. Their furniture was appealing to the senses; buttery Italian leather and brushed velvet, all in deep shades of red and stark black.

Danny uncorked a good vintage Merlot while Cybil and Elise explored the house and one another.

His wife and her new friend ended up in front of the mantle, breast-to-breast, lips locked, and hands gripping each other’s asses. Carrying a semi all night long accumulated in a full-out erection as he set the filled wine glasses on the table.

“I think you two should get a little more comfortable.” He went to his sleek silver desktop computer and with a few clicks of his mouse, music filled the room. Familiar tunes, strange and haunting sounds, a few club beats shuffled in random order to offer soundtrack to Cybil’s advances.

Cybil had unzipped Elise and cupped her hands under the girl’s breasts, circling her thumbs around stiff, peaked pink nipples. Danny bit his lip and tasted blood. His fangs had descended, which meant his wife’s probably had too. As if in answer, Cybil slid up the girl’s body and stiffened visibly as she sank her teeth into Elise’s neck.

Elise let out a deep moan and fumbled with the eyehooks on Cybil’s corset, releasing her ivory skin from confinement. Cybil licked a trail up her neck and encouraged her to touch and explore. Danny undressed and sat on the sofa. He absently rubbed his shaft, legs spread, as the females pulled at each other’s clothing.

“Fuck,” Elise cried as Cybil dotted her flesh with kisses, punctuating every few inches with the points of her extended fangs. “What are you?”

Cybil pushed Elise to her knees on the plush black rug in front of the dying fire, trailing fingers down the woman’s belly to dip the tips into her. “Mm, baby…you should come see this pretty pussy.” Her dark gaze caught Elise’s. “Can Danny come see your pretty kitty?” Cybil rubbed Elise’s soaking clit in a lazy circle.

“Yes,” Elise sighed, tipping her head back. Danny could see his wife’s mark on Elise’s neck as he joined them on the floor with a glass of red wine.

“That is a pretty pussy,” he rasped and as Cybil lapped at Elise’s cunt, poured a trickle of wine down her stomach to flow into his wife’s mouth. “How does it taste?”

Cybil slurped at the treat and answered him by coming up for a kiss, her first move on him since they’d arrived at the club. Their fangs slashed one another’s tongues and blood blossomed between them.

“See for yourself.” Cybil groaned as Danny tugged at her hard nipples. His cock felt like a branch as it hung with equally heavy balls. He bent to taste Elise for the first time as his wife moved behind him.  Her skilled little tongue tickled the back of his sac and he exhaled sharply against the girl’s skin.

Elise wriggled as he brushed her cunt lips with his tongue, burying his nose in warm, wet pussy. She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her to stroke.

“So hot. So slick.” He spread her labia open to expose her clit and suck at it gently. Elise moaned through her nose, stoking a fire of desire in Danny. He growled softly and ground his fangs against the sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck!” Elise called out and grabbed a fistful of Danny’s silky hair, pulling him harder into her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers and rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth with her clit in between.

Cybil was at Elise’s side, her mouth locked onto one nipple, then the other. Her hand was rubbing furiously at her own clit as she panted through her nose and through an apparent orgasm.

Danny could stand no more and crept up Elise’s prone form to rub the head of his hard cock against her wet groove. Elise gave a low groan as Danny slid into her tight tunnel and Cybil straddled her face to shove an immaculately-trimmed cunt in her mouth.

“Lick it,” Cybil demanded, digging her fingers in Elise’s violet hair.

She tightened her grip, lifting Elise’s head off the floor. The girl complied eagerly, cupping Cybil’s ass in her palms as she held the blonde up and partook of her. Cybil rocked back and forth even as Danny continued to drill Elise’s bare pussy. Seeing his wife being eaten out by a stranger drove him to fuck Elise with even more force.

“Fuck…” Elise groaned and licked furiously at Cybil’s pussy as they both moaned and whimpered.

Danny growled and squeezed Elise’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he came, dipping deep inside her with sharp thrusts. At the same time, Cybil came in Elise’s mouth, soaking her chin to dribble down to her neck.

Cybil fell back against Danny as they rode their climaxes and he cupped her big breasts to grip and tug at her nipples. She panted as Elise lapped her clean.

“Damn,” Danny growled as he slowly pulled out of Elise.

Cybil lifted off her face and Elise sat up between them. She reached for her glass and took a big swallow.

“So you’re vampires.” She shifted her gaze from Danny to Cybil. “Is this the part where you kill me?”

Danny laughed. His fangs had already receded. “No, although we love blood, it’s the energy we’re after.”

Cybil smiled. “Sex is the purest form of energy.”

Danny grinned. “Blood’s not bad either.”

Look for Annice’s next short story in December 2012!

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~ Annice Sands ~

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Fang Banged

Content Advisory: Erotic, Menage

The half empty bottle of wine sat on the table. Lila stared at him and refilled her glass. “I’m a little nervous.”

“You don’t have to do this. It was your idea and you can always change your mind.” Scott ran his finger around the rim of his glass before downing the rest of his wine.

“I want to. I’ve just never done it with another person. I mean a third person. I’m not sure what to do.”

“You’ll like Lizzie. And she knows her way around both men and women.”

Lila laughed. “Is she a lesbian?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just equal opportunity. If she’s attracted to a man or a woman, she’ll have sex with them.”

“You’re okay with this, right?” Lila licked her lips and sipped her wine.

“Lila, I’m a guy. I’d have to be crazy or gay to turn down being with two women at once.” Just the thought of watching Lila and Lizzie had his cock already straining against his fly and his fangs ached. The two went hand in hand, the bloodlust and the need to come.

“And, this won’t change anything between us?”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “You know I love you. This is just sex. That’s all. Doesn’t change how we feel, okay?”

Lila nodded and squeezed his hand just as the doorbell rang. Lila’s roommate was in Europe for the summer so the only person they were expecting was Lizzie.

Scott opened the door and was immediately assaulted by Lizzie’s scent. He knew her so well.

Her blonde hair was in pigtails and her head was cocked to the side.

He took quick inventory of her short skirt and guessed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. When Lizzie wanted to fuck, she made it as easy as possible.

She bit her lip and smiled. “Hey, it’s good to see you.” She hugged him and whispered in his ear. “I can smell her already.”

A big part of being a vampire was the ability to pick up scents that humans couldn’t. Sometimes he had to concentrate to separate things in his mind. Lizzie smelled like wild flowers and booze while Lila smelled like baby powder and blood.

Scott hugged her back. “She’s delicious.”

A kitchen chair scraped across the tile and Lila appeared in the foyer. She stood beside Scott and stuck her hand out toward Lizzie.

“Hi, I’m Lila.”

The women shook hands.

“I’m Lizzie. Scott and I have been friends forever.”

That statement wasn’t far from the truth.

“Lizzie’s a promoter. She’s helped me with band stuff over the years.”

Lila’s heart raced and her blood whooshed intensifying Scott’s need to feed. He ran his tongue over his fangs. He glanced over at her and then at Lizzie. Two polar opposites. Lizzie was blonde and blue eyed and looked like the girl next door while Lila’s hair was jet black and her long bangs covered her right eye. Both were striking in their own respects and he was one lucky son of a bitch.

“Now that the introductions have been made, shall we?” Lizzie moved forward and touched Lila’s cheek. “You’re a doll.”

Lila giggled. “Thank you. You’re…you’re really pretty.”

“Thanks, love.” Lizzie leaned closer and inhaled deeply close to Lila’s neck.

Scott stepped between them and gave Lizzie a warning glance. Lila was marked as his so Lizzie would know not to bite her, any vampire would know.

Lizzie raised an eyebrow at him.

“Can I get you a glass of wine?” Lila asked.

“That would be great,” Lizzie responded and followed Lila toward the kitchen.

“I hope Cabernet is okay.” Lila offered her a glass.

“Perfect. Red wine is my favorite.” Lizzie sipped the red liquid.

Scott’s vision blurred. He couldn’t wait much longer. “How about some music?”

Lila nodded. “Yeah. That would be good.”

Closer by Nine Inch Nails streamed through the speakers in the living room.

“I love this song.” Lizzie set her glass down. “Dance with me, Lila.”

Lila looked at Scott and then to Lizzie. “Okay.”

Lizzie pulled her into the living room and wrapped her arms around Lila’s neck. She swayed her hips to the beat and stared into Lila’s eyes.

Lila moved her hands to Lizzie’s hips and slowly started moving with the music.

Scott took a seat on the couch and watched them, their bodies getting closer until their breasts were pressed against each other.

Lizzie tangled her fingers into Lila’s hair and licked the twin piercings below Lila’s bottom lip.

Lila closed her eyes and touched her lips to Lizzie’s, her tongue darted into Lizzie’s mouth and that was all it took to set them both on fire.

They kissed hard and Lizzie slid her hands down Lila’s back to grab her ass.

Lila moaned and squeezed Lizzie’s breast.

Scott knew part of Lila’s quick assimilation was due to what he called vampire psychosis. When humans were in close proximity to a vampire, the blood sucker would become almost irresistible. He didn’t’ completely understand how it worked but it was an essential element to their survival; to calm their prey.

Lila was getting a double dose of fang charm between him and Lizzie and she’d had two glasses of wine.

Scott would never do this with her if she hadn’t brought it up more than once. He figured Lizzie was the safest person he could bring into the bedroom he now shared with Lila. And he was glad she wanted another woman because having another male vampire in this situation wouldn’t end well.

Lila pulled away and turned around and smiled at Scott. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He didn’t have to be told twice and followed the girls down the hall.

Lizzie wasted no time and stripped her clothes off, then helped Lila with hers.

Scott leaned against the door jamb, taking in the scene.

Lizzie was a little taller and thinner than Lila. She had the Barbie doll body. Lila was softer, curvier and watching Lizzie lay Lila down on her back was fucking hot.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and toed his shoes off.

Lizzie crawled on top of Lila and kissed her lips before inching lower and licking down her collarbone and finally to her breasts. Lizzie’s tongue circled Lila’s nipple and she sucked it into her mouth.

Lila’s gasped and arched her back and pulled at the blanket.

Lizzie reached down between Lila’s legs.

The sound of her fingers sliding in and out of Lila’s wet cunt sent him over the edge and he unbuttoned his jeans and climbed onto the bed.

Lizzie looked up and smiled at him before burying her face between Lila’s thighs.

The tangled scent of both women’s arousal intoxicated him. He lay beside Lila and cupped her tit, pinching the hard tip.

She opened her eyes and reached for him, pulling his face to hers.

He kissed her and sucked her tongue as she moaned into his mouth and wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him slow.

She panted. “Fuck her while she’s eating me.”

Scott groaned. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Lizzie continued to lap at Lila’s pussy while Scott crawled up behind her. He smacked Lizzie’s ass before positioning his cock at her opening. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her with one sure thrust.

Lizzie moaned but didn’t stop sucking Lila’s cunt. He knew how much Lizzie liked eating pussy. Maybe as much as he did.  

Scott knew exactly how to make Lizzie come. He reached around her body to play with her clit, pinching and pulling on it. She liked it rough and hard. He let his control slip with her because he could. He fucked her harder than he could ever fuck Lila. It didn’t take long before her pussy contracted and her body shook.

He bent down over her back and sunk his fangs into her neck. The hot splash of blood on his tongue fueled his aggression and he sucked harder and rammed his cock deep inside her to come. His cock pulsed as he watched her wounds close and he licked the last drop of blood.  

 Over Lizzie’s shoulder, he watched as Lila’s body trembled. Lizzie panted from her own orgasm as she sucked Lila’s clit. “Oh God.” She moaned louder and lifted her hips against Lizzie’s face. “I’m coming.” She squeezed her thighs around Lizzie’s head and screamed.

Scott kissed the small of Lizzie’s back and pulled out of her.  

Lizzie sat up and licked her lips, her fingers still sliding in and out of Lila’s pussy. “She needs to be fucked now.” Lizzie moved to Lila’s side and kissed her.

Lila clutched at Lizzie, returning the kiss.  

Scott moved into the position Lizzie vacated and lifted Lila’s legs. He rubbed his cock over her still throbbing clit and she whimpered. He watched them kiss while he pushed just the head inside her. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.”

Lizzie moved lower to suck Lila’s nipples. She made eye contact with Scott and rubbed Lila’s stomach.

Lila closed her eyes and pulled on Lizzie’s hair. “Fuck me, Scott.”

He shrugged Lila’s legs over his shoulders and rocked his hips, going deeper.

Lila screamed and scratched her nails into Lizzie’s back.

Her pussy gripped him tight and his balls were ready to explode. He pulled back and with another thrust buried himself in her.

Lizzie reached down and touched Scott’s cock as it slid in and out of Lila. Then she licked her fingers before spreading Lila’s pussy lips open. Using the tip of her finger, she made circles around Lila’s clit.

“I’m gonna come again,” Lila sobbed and opened her eyes to stare at Scott. “Feels so good.”

He picked up the pace and watched her. “Come for me and Lizzie. That’s what we want.”

Lizzie leaned forward and sucked Lila’s clit while Scott pounded her pussy.

Lila’s eyes rolled back and she held her breath. Her pussy squeezed his cock hard and his balls pulled up tight against his body.

“Fuck, yes. I’m coming, too.” His body jerked as he pumped into her one last time and found his release.

Lizzie pulled away and cuddled up to Lila. “Breathe, honey.”

Lila gasped. “Jesus Christ.”

Scott pulled out of her and laid on her other side. “Hope it was all you thought it would be, baby.”

Lila nodded. “It was incredible.” She kissed Lizzie and then kissed Scott. “I could get used to this.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on July 14, 2012!

                  

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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