Page 20 of Vampire Soldier
She nods. “Promise.” She rolls her hips under me, my eyes nearly flipping to the back of my head at the sensation. “You gonna move, big shot, or leave me here hanging?”
A mix of a grunt and a laugh escapes me, and I shake my head at the incredible woman under me. “I’d never leave you hanging.”
“Good—” she cuts off in a gasp as I slide out and pump back in.
I’m good on my word, fucking into her like I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks now. Except reality is better than my imagination. I never thought she would feel this good, this right.
It has to be because of how long it’s been since my last fuck. It can’t be any other reason. Not for me.
The sounds she makes, her voice a hoarse whisper, a raspy moan, drive me insane.
“Yes,” she cries out, and I capture the sound with my lips.
My balls draw up, pressure building.
“You close?” I manage to bite out, my thrusts becoming erratic.
“Close, yes, I’m so close,” she moans, her hands in my hair and pulling at the roots.
“Good,” I growl and sit up, the angle changing slightly, but the sensation is still amazing.
I can feel her inner walls clenching, her breaths coming in fast pants.
Then her orgasm slams into her.
It’s a beautiful sight, the way her body arches up off the couch, her eyes widening, and her mouth opens. I surge forward, my own climax barreling through me, chasing hers. I crush her lips with mine, devouring the sounds of her pleasure as her pussy clamps tight around my cock. She drains me, flooding the condom that I suddenly wish didn’t exist between us.
I hold myself up with trembling arms, our breathing loud in the quiet space.
“Oh, wow.” Her words are soft and almost awed, her gaze finding mine.
I nod, not sure what else to say.
This was more than a fuck. It was unlike any experience I’ve ever had.
And, somehow, I know it’s because it’s her.
Which is why this can never happen again, for her own sake. I’m no good for her. No good for anyone.
I slide out of her, refusing to look at her splayed open for me on her couch, pussy soaked and swollen from my dick. I take care of the condom, pocketing it for lack of anything better. I’m sure as hell not walking to the kitchen and back just to toss it. I hike my briefs and pants back up around my hips, quickly going through the motions of redressing myself before grabbing my shirt and doing the same.
I know I’m being an asshole, not talking to her after what we just shared. Usually, I don’t have this bad of form, but Blake Taylor has me all out of sorts. By the time I’m sliding my suit coat up over my shoulders, Blake is sitting up on the couch, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the dark TV screen.
I should say something—do something. But if I touch her again, I’m not leaving tonight, and I absolutely have to.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, in my office.” I ignore the flinch of her shoulders, wanting to apologize but knowing I can’t. When she just nods, I feel like the biggest asshole in the world.
Anything I try to do now will just make it worse. So I do the best thing for us both and leave without looking back.
ChapterTen
BLAKE
Ihalf expected to toss and turn all night after what happened. I’m no longer a virgin. To be fair, I was only technically a virgin in the sense that I’d never had a real-life penis inside me. Kind of like a sexually active lesbian who’s never had sex with a man.
Just another reminder of how virginity is a manmade concept. Emphasis on the man.
I’d ended up sleeping so hard that Charlie was the one to shout through my bedroom door after my third alarm went off, apparently.
