“Have me,” I order, lifting my head off the mattress just enough to look at him. He moves his head down between my legs, taking off my pants. He moves to the floor, kneeling before the bed, and I get a glimpse of the outline of his big cock, hardly hidden beneath the thin brown fabric of his pants.
He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his neck, and kisses his way up my thigh. Soft and gentle at first. And then he nips at my skin, sending a shock through me. He runs his fingertips along my leg, mouth hovering over my core. I can feel his warm breath on me, and I realize he’s teasing me on purpose.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I am so fucking glad he didn’t take his vow of celibacy seriously. Slowly, he grabs the sides of my panties and rolls them down my thighs. I lift my ass off the mattress and he groans with need at the sight of my pussy. Unable to wait any longer, he rips them in two and dives between my legs, mouth against my clit.
I ball the sheet with one hand and bring the other to the top of Thomas’s head, fingers tangling with his hair. His tongue lashes against me in a fury, and he licks and sucks relentlessly. My breathing quickens and the muscles in my thighs tighten as pleasure winds inside me.
He slides one hand under my ass, bringing me closer to his face. My grip on his hair tightens the closer I get to coming, and he slips a finger inside my tight pussy. A loud moan escapes my lips.
The door is open.
The others are downstairs.
And for some reason, I don’t care.
Thomas bends his finger ever so slightly, rubbing furiously against my inner wall. I press myself against him, and he hits my G-spot.
“Don’t even think about stopping,” I pant. “Not until you make me—” I cut off as an orgasm hits me, hard and fast, like the way Thomas is eating me out. He slips another finger inside, pressing against my G-spot, while at the same time flicking my clit with his skillful tongue.
I shudder as I come and every muscle in my body goes rigid for a few seconds. I’m panting, heart racing and ears ringing. Thomas slowly pulls away, cocky smile on his face. Blinking away the stars floating before me, I feebly reach for him, eyes going to the glistening wet tip of his cock that’s sticking out from the top of his cloth pants.
I lick my lips. My body is still rolling with pleasure from the orgasm he just gave me, but I’ll be damned if I don’t feel turned on all over again from the sight of that thing. It’s big, and not just long.
But thick.
The perfect combination of girth and length. The kind of cock I’ll feel long after he’s done fucking me.
“Pants,” I huff. “Take them off.”
Thomas stands, eyes on mine, and undoes the tie on his pants, letting them drop to his feet. He steps out, and I welcome him between my open legs.
“Your cunt is so wet,” he groans, grabbing my hips and positioning himself to enter me. I prop myself up with one arm and reach forward with the other, taking hold of his big cock. Slowly, I pump my hand up and down the shaft, swirling my thumb around the tip and bringing the pre-cum down to the base.
Thomas’s eyes close and he practically melts in my hand. For a man who hasn’t had sex in over a thousand years, he has impressive stamina. His mouth goes to mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
“I need to fuck you, Ace. I need to bury my cock inside of you. Now.” He kisses me again. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He throws me back and moves on top of me. Legs apart, I grab his hips and guide him to me, then slide one hand down and take hold of his large cock. My heart skips a beat when the tip presses into me. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’ve never had a cock as big as his inside of me.
“Are you ready, Ace?” he growls. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Once I start I won’t be able to stop until I’m done.” He wraps his hand around mine, pushing his cock into my core. Anticipation tingles through me and the need to have him take me is all-consuming.
“I’m ready, Thomas. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Without any warning, he plunges that big cock in. I cry out, both from the shock of the tight fit and from how fucking good it feels. He thrusts in deep, moaning as he pushes his cock inside me before pulling back and pushing in again.
It’s basic and animalistic. His need to come is so strong it’s all he can think about. And then he suddenly slows, circling his hips and hitting me at another angle. One that feels fucking amazing. He leans back, fucking me slow, and rubs my clit with his thumb in time with his thrusts.
I curl my nails into his muscular biceps, breath hitching as another orgasm rolls through me. I cry out as it hits, pussy contracting wildly around Thomas’s thick cock. He lowers his head, kissing me ferociously as he fucks me hard and fast. His wings spread open and he buries his cock as deep as he can, bending his head down to kiss me as he comes.
His cock pulses, spilling warmth inside me, and he lets out a shuddering breath. My arms fall back onto the mattress, and I cannot catch my breath. Thomas pulls out and lies on the bed, bringing me to him.
“That was amazing,” I pant.
Thomas pushes my messy hair out of my face. “That was. We should do it again sometime.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh. He’s already dangerous, with his wings and fangs and inhuman strength. Add in his good looks, ability to make me laugh and make me come twice in a row…he could be a stone-cold killer.
“Give me a couple of hours.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He’s hopeful and I know he will be ready for round two in probably a few more minutes instead of hours.
“We’ll see.”
Thomas trails his fingers along my body, exploring every curve. “You’re beautiful, Ace.”
Despite the fact that this half-man, half-gargoyle was just all up in my personal business, I blush from the compliment. I don’t get complimented like that very often, and I let myself get close to people even less.
“You’re not too bad yourself, even if you don’t think so.”
“Oh, I know I’m good-looking.” Thomas’s eyes glimmer behind his smirk. “Even with the fangs. Though you did say some women get off on the fangs.”
“Some do.” I smile back.
“Can you promise me something?”
I lift my head to meet Thomas’s gaze. “What?”
“Don’t go after the vampires alone.”
He knows I can’t promise that. He knows I won’t. And then I realize he doesn’t want me to. I cup his cheek with my hand and move in, lips brushing against his as I talk.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Neither do I.”
I shiver and he spoons his body around mine, using one of his wings to keep me warm. I’m so tired. Mentally and physically worn. I could easily drift to sleep, but right as I’m dozing off, Thomas sits up and tips his head toward the window.
“Someone is here.”
13
“Here?” I echo.
“Yes. In a car.”
Why would someone—oh, right. “The food.” Begrudgingly, I get up and look around for my clothes. Skipping my bra, I pull a T-shirt from my bag and slip it over my head on my way to the bathroom. The doorbell rings right after I flush. Shit. I pull on underwear and grab sleeper shorts, putting them on as I go down the hall.
The doorbell rings a second time. I break into a jog, not wanting to miss our food. I almost slip on my way down the stairs, catching myself at the last minute. Gilbert is at the door, eyes narrowed with distrust. I hesitate when I see him. There’s no way he didn’t hear what just went on upstairs.
“It’s just the guy bringing our food,” I say, diverting my eyes.
“Can you be sure?”
“No, but I’m hoping.”
“I’m sure you’re hungry,” he says with a grin. “Sounds like you worked up an appetite.”
“Oh my god.” I turn away, cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I, uh…we…”
“You don’t have to explain, Ace.”
I nod and hurry through the foyer, then grab my purse and throw open the door. God, this was awkward.