Kept: An Erotic Anthology (4 page)

I mumbled because it was all I was capable of, “Do you ever do good old fashioned fucking? Not that I’m complaining, just wondering?”

He laughed in that low sexy way while releasing my wrists from the cuffs. He started massaging me again and it was a fight to open my eyes.

“We’ll get around to the good old fashioned way but first I want to fuck your mouth and feel your lips and tongue on my cock.”

He rose from the bed and unsnapped the top of his jeans, lowering the zipper; the rasp so fucking sexy I almost came again. His erect cock spilled out. My vamp went commando and I needed to get him into a pair of camo BDUs and fulfill one of my favorite fantasies. But right now, it was all about his cock.

Saliva pooled in my mouth as his pants hit the floor. He grabbed my hips pulling me to the edge of the bed, helping me sit up so my legs straddled his outer thighs. Perfect. He was right where he needed to be and perfect because he was beauty personified. His pierced cock jutted up past his abs and the sight made my pussy gush with more fluid than I thought possible.

I took a minute to admire his cock. He had two piercings; one a Prince Albert, and the other, a ring under the head passing through the skin at the seam. I wanted that ring inside my pussy but all good things have a place and time. Right now, it was time to taste.

I trailed my fingers down his abs, following his oh so kissable V. He was hairless. I’d never given head to a guy with no hair down there. Trimmed yes, but baby smooth, no. I needed to ask him about his esthetician. He hadn’t grumbled at my short-cropped nether hair but shit, I was willing to go full Brazilian if it would turn him on the way he turned me on. The PA begged for a not so gentle tug. This man liked pain in all the right places.

I used my tongue and licked the tip of his cock, getting my first taste of the pearly pre cum awaiting my lips. The flavor was nothing short of mind blowing, almost sweet, unlike any guy I’d ever sucked. Ambrosia. Was it just him or were vampires made to be the perfect fuck toy?

I flicked the upper piercing with my tongue before using my lips to pull. Then I moved downward just slightly and flicked the ring. I was careful so the metal didn’t hit my teeth as I pushed his cock up against his stomach so I could lick the underside all the way to his balls. On the way back to the tip, I used my lips and small bits of suction.

“God, your teeth, I need your teeth.”

Yes, he was a biter and when I raked my teeth along his cock, I discovered I was, too—me the wannabe vampire. Using my lips, tongue and teeth, I tasted every inch before drawing him into my mouth. He was big and I wasn’t sure how much I could take. Up until now, he’d resisted touching me but suddenly his hands grasped my head, threading his fingers into my hair.

“Look at me,” he groaned.

I lifted my eyes, seeing pure need in his. The gold flakes were almost flashing and I swear they would have lit up the room if it were dark. He flexed his hips, sliding further into my mouth. I could feel the metal against my tongue. He tipped my head a little and went further before slowly drawing out.

“Hold tight to my hips, little warrior. I need to fuck you.”

Slow was no longer in his vocabulary. I gagged a few times but he didn’t stop. Relaxing my throat, I breathed through my nose when possible. My nails dug into his skin. He wasn’t gentle and neither was I. He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsed, and that sugary taste slid down my throat. Fucking bottle it and sell that shit.

His eyes rolled back and a groan rumbled up from his chest. His lips parted and I could see his fully extended fangs. I wanted them again. I needed them deep in my flesh. Nothing was touching my pussy but suddenly it came alive and trembling waves of my own orgasm consumed me.

I would never waste my time fucking a human again.

Chapter 7

Somehow, I ended up lying across his chest on the bed. I had no idea how I got there. “Did you zap me again with your laser drug?”

I liked hearing him laugh.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I had a mission. Information—numbers, location, potential for harm. I lost all sense of who I was when he was this close. I wiggled away, jumped from the bed looking around for my dress. He watched me with that slight smirk tilting his lips. The lips I wanted to kiss and the naked body that I wanted to fuck.

“We need to talk.” I desperately tugged the black sheath over my head, wiggling my hips as I pulled it as far down as it would go; which wasn’t far.

“Pillow talk, little warrior. You have forgotten your training.” His voice was a vibrator on steroids; a sultry blend of fuck me and kiss me, both at the same time.

“How do you do that?”

His grin widened. “Do what?” He sounded so innocent.

“There is something wrong with you and you make something happen to me just by opening your fucking brown eyes. You need to stop. I need to think.”

I watched him crawl from the bed with the sleek grace of a panther.

I needed to fuck him again.

I backed away. He stalked forward. My back hit the wall at the same time his hands came up and rested next to my head, his arms bulging from wrists to shoulders. The vein in his neck pulsed invitingly.

For just a moment, I wanted to rip it out, taste his hot blood, let it wash over me. I could almost smell the metallic scent; see the thick crimson liquid flow from his body.

“What? The fuck? Is wrong with me?” I shoved him back, which was like moving a two-ton brick wall. He didn’t budge an inch.

He tipped his head, whispering against my ear, his warm breath shimmering against my skin. “You’re okay, little warrior. If I don’t touch you again, the effects will wear off in a few hours.”

“Hours?” My voice was shrill.

“Yes; then we’ll talk.”

Me, a captain in the U.S. Army, one who kicked ass and took names, did something I hadn’t done in years. I cried.

His warm arms encircled me and my tears ran down his chest. I was asked by my country to fuck a vampire. Given a promotion for prostituting myself and told I would be a hero. What a fucking lie. They didn’t care about me. What would my parents say? My baby sister? I’d worked my entire career to earn respect and be treated like a soldier.

I couldn’t stop crying. When he finally picked me up and cradled me against his chest, my dress was on the floor somewhere in my bedroom. He carried me to his. It was more luxurious though blurry through my tears. He turned on the water of a giant Jacuzzi tub, using one hand, the other under my knees, my arms clasped around his neck. I kept my head buried against him as the bath filled. He didn’t say anything and I guessed I was no longer his little warrior.

Warriors didn’t cry.

They also didn’t need their noses blown but that’s exactly what I did when he put the tissue up to my face. He finally stepped in the water, released my legs, and pulled me down so I rested on top of him. Small trembling puffs of air came from my mouth every few seconds, the remnants of my crying jag. My eyes were still blurry but I could see his nipple ring and though I tried, I couldn’t fight the temptation to caress it with my finger.

He smoothed my hair and just held me for several minutes before he spoke, “Tell me something about yourself; something that won’t make a difference in our duty.”

I was feeling mellow and this question was exactly what I needed. “I’m addicted to cookie dough ice cream. I can eat half a gallon all by myself in two days. Tell me something about you.”

“I’ve never had cookie dough ice cream.”

I growled and his chest shook under my head when he laughed.

“I like your human jeans and t-shirts. I love the way they feel against my skin.”

“What about BDUs?”

“BDUs?”

“Battle Dress Uniform. You know; lots of pockets, camouflage to make you blend in with your surroundings, comfortable.”

“Never worn them but anything’s worth a try, once.”

“I have a fantasy about BDUs.”

I tilted my head back and looked at him. Damn, I could just eat his lips when he smiled.

“Tell me your fantasy.”

“Hmm, no underwear for starters.”

“I like it already.”

I tweaked his nipple. “No dummy, you don’t wear any, not me.”

“Continue.”

“No shirt, but big black military boots, the kind that cover the bloused legs of the BDUs. The pants don’t zip; they button and ride low on your hips.”

I moved slightly to the side so I could touch his abs. “This,” I touched that muscular indent than ran on both sides of his stomach downward, trailing my fingers across the valley. “This is your kissable V and I love it.”

I continued with my fantasy, “While I lick my tongue down that kissable trail, I unbutton the top of the BDUs and then move to the next button. Your cock is stiff and pushes against the opening.” My voice had grown throaty as I watched his cock swell with my words. “I slowly undo another button and it’s enough to push your pants past your hips and down to the tops of your boots. Now your cock is mine.”

The second I took ahold of his cock, he grabbed my hand and removed it so I couldn’t touch him. I looked back up into his eyes seeing hot sizzling need. I gave him my best impish smile and he barked out a laugh that electrified my nerve endings.

“Tell me something else about yourself, little warrior.”

Shit, why did my heart speed up when he called me that? “I like to play soccer. Green, just cut grass is my favorite field.” I watched his eyes as I spoke. They were only half-open in a sleepy way but he listened. “I like working as a team and moving the ball downfield. There’s something about the rules; too—civilized in this very uncivilized world we live in. I want to play soccer on grass again before I die.”

He still held my hand and he gently pried my fingers open. He kissed my palm and tears pressed behind my eyes again. “Now it’s your turn.” I refused to cry and needed him to take my mind off green grass and doom.

“I want to father a child.”

Fuck. It was the last thing I expected him to say. “Can you?”

“No.” Absolute sadness vibrated in that one word.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you want children?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. “Not during this war. I have a younger sister. I worry about her every day. My parents keep her wrapped in a tight cocoon but when I saw her last, she was afraid. She asked me if it hurt to die. No, I don’t want to bring a child into this world.”

He kissed my palm again and changed the subject, “How do you feel?”

“Good.”

“Are you having trouble keeping your hands off my body?”

The noise I made was half laugh, half groan. “Do all vampires have your ego?” I realized the overwhelming need I felt earlier to have his cock buried in my pussy was only wishful thinking and not a need so strong I couldn’t function.

“My body releases a chemical that attracts you.”

“You… you do make me feel that way.” Fuck, I’d known something was seriously wrong but I didn’t know he was drugging me for his own devious purposes. “You rape my mind to make me want sex?” I tried getting my knees beneath me so I could get out of the bath. Get as far away from him as possible.

He jerked my hair painfully. “You’re staying right where you are so we can talk. My pheromones only work if you’re attracted to me, tit for tat. I expected a shorthaired muscular she-man who would agree to be my snack while I was here and could discuss war and strategies without shaking in her boots. Believe me, sex would have only been a mutual side benefit if she was willing.”

It took a few minutes for his entire dialog to work its way through my brain. “They told me you wanted a woman for sex and blood.”

“Nothing was ever mentioned about sex.”

He’d seen my tears, now he saw my explosive temper. “Those motherfuckers. I had to agree to sex in order to get this gig. Those ass-wipes wanted pillow talk. After all the fucking years I’ve spent fighting my way to the top, I get a set of fucking Captain’s bars for fucking. I knew it, but it just didn’t compute.”

Chapter 8

His hands soothed me on the outside but I seethed internally. I was once more against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under my cheek while he caressed my back.

“Are you ready for that pillow talk?”

Was he joking?

“There are things you need to know. Questions, I need to answer. There is much I cannot share with you but I can give you a little more than I planned.”

God, I wanted to trust him so badly but my training came into play when I thought about sharing military secrets. “You first.”

He didn’t hesitate, “You’re not killing the beasts you fight. They come from hell and each time one goes down in battle another is released.”

Holy fuck. My heart started beating rapidly. “Can we kill them?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me how?”

“I want to.”

There it was. He didn’t want to be our enemy and he wanted to help us but that didn’t mean he could or would.

“What can you tell me?”

“What can you tell me?”

We were back to tit for tat and he wanted my tit. My thighs pressed together and I held back a groan. No more sexual connotations; zip—none.

“You’re not our guest. If you try to leave, they’ll stop you.” I shouldn’t have told him but I had to.

“They can’t keep me from leaving, little warrior. Don’t waste your time worrying about such.”

Was I worried? I guess so or I wouldn’t have told him.

“I’m not sure what to believe anymore but they told me you said we’ll lose this war in a matter of months.”

“That’s true.”

“If you help us, can we win?”

“Possibly.”

I decided I didn’t want to talk anymore. I didn’t want to think. “Can you release that sex scent again?”

He smiled; fangs and all. “Let’s get rinsed off first and then I’ll show you how to call it and release the scent.”

Wow. I might have some control over this?

We got out of the tub and stepped into the shower. He washed my entire body, including my hair. I loved every second his hands were on me.