Excitement took the A train to the stop right between my legs and I thought I would pass out…
"Are you going to tell your friends?"
"Um…am I supposed to?" he asked, clearly unsure of the correct answer.
"No, you idiot." I punched him and giggled. "If I do the nasty with you, it has to be our secret."
"That might be a bit difficult," he murmured as he pinned my arms over my head and ran lazy circles with his tongue over my breasts.
"Why?" I gasped as I wiggled beneath him, inviting him closer. "Do you have loose lips?"
"Nope." He grinned and palmed himself. "I have a huge cock. When I get done with you, you'll be walking funny for a week."
"Oh my God," I screeched as I tried to escape from his hold. "You are an egotistical pig."
Laughter burst from my lips and I struggled futilely as he nibbled and licked his way around my body.
"With an enormous dick," he whispered as he bit down on the lobe of my ear and placed my hand on his sizable appendage.
"That is a monster," I agreed gravely as I stroked him. "It's too big to fit inside me so I'll just give you a hand job and then you can take me home."
"Sounds good," he said and then went deadly still. "Wait. What?"
"Yep, you're right. That is a ginormous Johnson. There's no way I can handle that behemoth weenie. It is really sad though…I was going to let you do anything you wanted to me. Anything." I hopped off the bed and bit back my grin. "What did I do with my clothes?" I muttered as I bent over, giving my Vampyre a fantastic view of my naked ass.
Ethan's eyes narrowed dangerously. He began to stalk me without even moving. I knew I didn't stand a chance against my five-hundred-twenty-two-year-old immortal sex god…and that was fine with me.
"Freeze," he said in a tone that sent my girlie parts into a tailspin.
"What's the magic word?" I asked sweetly, ignoring his demand.
"Ten."
"Inches or orgasms?" I inquired as casually as a woman on the verge of a sexual meltdown could.
His chuckle reverberated straight to my hoohoo and I slammed my legs together so I didn't come without him.
"Both."
"Works for me," I yelled as I dropped my clothes and dove on top of him. Happily, I buried my face in his neck. His scent made me dizzy. All of his hard meeting all of my soft was sheer perfection. "Is it going to hurt?" I asked coyly, still wanting to play.
"Oh Astrid, there is such a fine line between pleasure and pain," he said gruffly as he rolled me beneath him and trapped me with his body. "However, I assure you any discomfort you feel will be replaced by an addiction and a need so intense we'll both be lucky to live through it."
"Do you promise?" I whimpered as the heel of his hand pressed against my clit and his fingers pushed inside me.
"Do you trust me?" he asked. The pressure between my legs increased and my fangs dropped. I would have said yes to anything he asked at this point. I would have told him I was a freakin' unicorn if that was what it would take to get laid. Wait…did unicorns exist? If Trolls, Zombies and Gnomes did, maybe unicorns were real too. Now, I wondered about Bigfoot…
"Answer me, Astrid. Do you trust me?" he demanded again. He sunk his fangs into the underside of my breast and a violent orgasm shot through my body. I screamed, clamped my legs around his hand and rode it out as my body shuddered and my head thrashed. Cousin Jesus in a freakin' thong, Vampyre fangs were the greatest invention ever.
"I trust you," I groaned as his open mouth slid down my body.
"I think the best thing to do is to make you come a few times so my enormous erection will fit." His voice was muffled against my skin, but I could literally hear the cocky smirk in his voice.
"Probably a good idea, big guy. Do you think you're up for the challenge?" I queried, trying not to giggle or flip him over and ride him like a cowboy.
"I am most definitely up," he shot back and pressed the rock hard proof against my thigh. "The question is—can you handle it?"
"I can handle anything you dish out, Mr. Mighty Man Junk."
"That's one I'll not soon forget." He laughed as he made his way to the center of my universe. "You're sure about this?" he asked once more with the most evil and sexy grin I'd ever seen.
"Um…" What was he going to do? I mean he was a little older—like by about four-hundred-ninety-two years. He had more experience, which I did not like to think about. At all. Ever. He was mine and I didn't share. I was never a jealous person until I became a Vamp. However, he was as territorial as I was—actually more. "Should I be sure about this?"
"Yes," he whispered. "You should be very sure."
"Okay," I stuttered. "Um…I'm sure. I think."
His tongue rasped against my clit and little shots of brilliant color burst behind my tightly closed eyelids. His fingers and tongue worked magic as my body bucked and writhed beneath his expertise.
"You're really good at this," I cried out and wrapped my legs around his head. His laughter against my most private parts sent me into orgasm number two.
"Hold on, baby," he demanded as his hands gripped my hips and held me helpless to his mouth. "It's gonna be a bumpy ride."