“I didn’t tease you this much,” I warn as I pull back from her lips.
Whatever she wants to do to me, I guarantee I can do much worse in return. I could make her beg me for release, for one more second of pleasure. Yet, she could do the exact same thing to me. She has me close to begging now.
She pulls her wrist from my grasp, using both hands to pull down my pants and boxers. My erection springs free from its cotton prison. Her eyes widen at the sight of it.
Gingerly, she wraps one of her soft hands around my length, applying pressure as she strokes me up and down. I tilt my head back slightly, keeping my gaze cast down at her.
Her eyes flutter up, meeting mine, and she moves forward, dragging her tongue slowly up the side of my shaft, her lips sucking gently when she reaches the tip.
Fuck.
A moan leaves me. This must please her, as she wraps her lips around the tip. Her grip tightens as she strokes me, her head beginning to bob up and down as she slowly increases the amount she takes into her perfect little mouth.
I rake my fingers through her hair, gripping a section near the back, guiding her gently. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock as her lips create a suction, her hand still stroking me hard and fast.
As I moan again, it hitches in my throat as her free hand begins to play with my balls. Holy fuck, she’s a witch, no, a goddess. Her touch is tender but sure, totally in control of every move she makes.
The car slows, a knock on the little window telling me that we’ve arrived at my apartment. Mallorie very slowly, still sucking all the way up, takes her mouth off of my cock, staring up at me with lust-filled eyes.
Quickly, I pull my boxers up, then throw the car door open. I slip out first, reaching back and taking her hand to lead her inside. Everything is a blur, speedwalking through the lobby and mashing the buttons for the elevator.
Once we’re inside the small space, I can’t help myself, pushing her up against the wall and smashing my lips to hers. I grip her hip, my other hand exploring all of her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as her tongue enters my mouth, demanding attention.
Gripping her thigh, I pull her leg up, reaching under to grab a handful of her sweet, sweet ass.
I slide my hand down from her hip, dragging it between her legs and gently beginning to rub circles over her pussy. Her lipspart, her gasp escaping against my mouth. The sound makes me wild, and I nudge her head to the side, peppering kisses down her jaw until I reach her neck.
With my fangs, I nip at her, each little nibble ending with me firmly sucking on that spot of her neck.
Her hand tangles in my hair, the other still gripping the back of my neck tightly.
I hoist her up, using the wall to help support her as I continue to fondle her, the scent of her arousal filling the elevator. She presses her neck into my fangs at my next tease, making me break the skin, her blood trickling into my mouth.
Fuck, she’s incredible. I latch on, sucking at her neck and blood, earning a soft moan. Music to my ears. The ding of the elevator doesn’t discourage me, and I hold her up as I whisk her out of the elevator.
There’s not a moment that I put her down, kissing and drinking from her neck as we stumble down the empty hallway to my apartment door. A perk of living in the penthouse—I have no nosey neighbors. We could fuck here in the hallway if we so desired.
As I press her back against my apartment door, I remove one of my hands from under her, fumbling in my pocket for my keys. I can’t unlock the door fast enough, and as soon as I do, I shove it open, using my vampire speed to have us in my bedroom in the time it takes to blink.
Laying her out on my bed, I pull off of her neck. She drops her hands from around me to start fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I get to work, shuffling her pants down her hips, then shimmying them off of her.
My eyes roll back in my head at the sight of her red, cotton thong, already soaked. Her scent is irresistible, combining in the air with the remnants of her blood, my hunger for her growing.
Urgently, practically ripping it off of me, she slides my shirt down my shoulders. I toss her pants aside, and she arches her back as she pulls her t-shirt off, her curls falling perfectly around her while revealing a matching bra. She’s so sexy it physically hurts.
My pants are off in an instant, then I’m pinning her to the bed, one of my legs pressed firmly between hers. I grip her jaw in one hand, directing her lips to meet mine, my other already under her bra to play with her nipples.
I pull back briefly, just to look at her once more. Her eyes sparkle as she slowly scans up me, everything feeling like it goes silent as her gaze meets mine. In this moment, my entire world, my whole being, revolves around her. She is the reason I take my next breath, the only reason a smile graces my lips.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a deep, breathless kiss. She is the air that I breath. Her hands travel over every inch of me, nails dragging down my back to the band of my boxers.
She shuffles them down once more, and I move my leg from between her thighs to allow her to remove them fully. As I break the kiss, I take a deep breath, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra with one hand. I slip it from her arms in one quick motion, tossing it aside.
A flirty little giggle escapes her, her lips curving up. “You’re efficient.”
“And you’re perfect,” I whisper, lowering my head to her chest.
