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The music swelled across the dance floor, moving the performers in time to the beat. That\'s all they were, performers, showing off their wares to whoever cared to be browsing. Amongst them a young woman moved, ignoring everything around her; the men, the women, the scent of blood, hardly even hearing the sound of the music. As she danced she was in her own world and for hours at a time nothing could break through until she chose.
Her short black skirt flowed out around her body, lifting up slightly as she spun, giving those watching them a teasing glimpse of the soft skin underneath, and as did the low-cut black halter neck top she wore. Her eyes stayed half shut as she swayed and writhed to the tune in her head, but it was a dance that would fit to almost any kind of music that played. Her eyelids were covered with bright green eyeshadow, but not too much to make it overpowering, just enough to highlight the green in her eyes and bring a bit of colour to her outfit.
She held no drink, she found that if you wanted to drink it was better to either find someone to buy them for you, or get pissed before you left the house, which was what she had done tonight. A half litre of vodka sat by her make-up table at home, waiting for her next night out.
The flashing lights sped up, signalling a change in pace of the beat, and Roz moved her feet faster accordingly, her breath coming faster now as she danced like no one was watching, dancing only for herself.
Her eyelids flickered open about halfway through the song, bringing her back into this world, making her aware of what was going on, but she carried on dancing. A man, human by the look and feel of him approached her, starting to dance closer, and Roz, never one to pass up on a partner unless she was in her own head, silently agreed, moving her body closer to his until their bodies were touching as they danced. He was hot, too hot, and too grabby. It was too early in the night for that, she had only arrived a couple of hours ago and planned on dancing for a long while yet, and if she left with anyone she definitely wasn\'t planning on letting it be a human. Roz felt his hand grabbing at her ass and abruptly she spun around, but didn\'t move away far. Not yet anyway.
He didn\'t get the hint, and moved closer again, rubbing his crotch up against her body as she tried to dance and circling his arms around her from behind, his hands suddenly all over the place, touching her breasts and making a lame attempt to slid up her skirt.
Roz deftly spun out of his grip and landed a sharp stiletto heel onto his foot, leaving him wincing in pain, before moving quickly away and into the crowd, trying to blend in and get away from his attention. For Fuck\'s sake, all she wanted to do for now was dance. If anyone came up to her, maybe dancing nicely for a while first and then making an approach she would be happy to comply, ecstatic to in fact, but ugh, he was human, he stunk and had no idea about personal boundaries.
The browned haired girl, who was really more of a red-head at the moment because of the amount of streaks started dancing again, trying to get back into the flow of the music, but after a minutes slowed and finally stopped, working her way to the edge of the dance floor.
This was the worst bit, stopping dancing. Her head was spinning from lack of air amongst the crowds of people, and Roz did what was probably one of the least good ideas in that case. She slid onto a free stool at an empty table made for two and lit up a cigarette, inhaling gently. She remembered to take regular breaths in-between, and soon her breathing was back to normal, but her heart was still racing with excitement. After she\'d calmed down a little, and felt the annoyance drain out of her Roz planned to go back out there. Fuck, why did someone always have to try to ruin a perfectly good night? But she wasn\'t going to let that prat ruin her night. After a couple of good songs Roz was planning on having forgotten him completely.
Her eyes roamed over all the people in the room, the crowds of dancers, the couples in corners, whispering propositions to each other and then leading each other off, either to the rooms in the back or out the door, headed who knew where. She absent-mindedly blew a couple of smoke rings as she sat, entertaining herself and she mulled over whether to get a drink, but the prices in here were incredibly high, and the alcohol in her system was still making her feel a little light headed, so that probably wouldn\'t be the best idea.
After finishing the cigarette Roz stubbed it out in the ash tray then stood up and quickly headed back to the dance floor, immersing herself in the atmosphere completely, moving once more in the way that only she could. As she moved she ran her hand through her hair, lifting it up a little to cool down her back and shoulders, revealing the black dragon tattooed on the back of her neck and running down inbetween her shoulder blades. It was shown for just a few seconds before she dropped her hair again, letting her hands go back to moving with the music.
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He had hit a new low. His life had fallen so far. Sitting on the step of the couple of carpeted lobby stairs, Jeremy stared out at the dance floor. His eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. The dark plastic hid his wandering gaze. Vampires, mortals, and whatever the hell else was there mingled in the crowds. Being ignored, Jeremy cupped his chin in the palms of his hands. He pulled his knees up to his chest. A heavy sigh left his chapped lips.
Jeremy had never imagined that he would become so desperate to resort to blood-thirsty vampires. Ever since he contemplated his relationships with Arles and Kiyoshi, the young man admitted to the fact that vampires were on a higher level then humans. Even his masochistic self could barely handle their moves. Yet here he was, giving up by just being in the club. He glanced around at all the desperate humans flirting with the vampires. Scoffing, Jeremy shifted closer to the small barrier wall that held the stair railing.
He was being quite overlooked. Compared to the rest of the club, he was in bland clothing. A pair of tight denim jeans, a white tank top, and messy hair that had fallen around his face. At best, Jeremy probably gave the appearance of a junkie. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the stair railing. His head pounded from the beat of the music. He felt as if his ears were about to wither away and his eyes going to pop out. Perhaps he should have taken some good drugs before he headed to the club. Since he ran into Haruko in the alley however, Jeremy had avoided the doctor’s house at all costs. That included the drugs within. He just couldn’t face the memories there. It was cowardly to run away especially since it would do no good. The past wasn’t in the house, it was all in his mind. At times, Jeremy wished that he didn’t have such a great memory. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn’t forget anything like so many other people seemed to do.
“Excuse me.” Jeremy felt a small shove against his shoulder as he felt a group of people pass by. At least they were nice enough to mention an excuse. His eyes flickered opened to go back to stare around at the flashing lights on the dark walls. He felt as if he had entered another world. A shiver ran through his bones. Deciding to walk off the feeling, Jeremy stood up. He wavered on his feet before finding some balance. Stepping down to the edge of the dance floor, a yawn escaped his lips.
He wandered a couple of moments before finding a spot against a pillar.. Leaning against it, he stared at the dancing bodies. It smelled like sweat, alcohol, and blood. The smell didn’t help in remedying his shivers. Taking off his sunglasses, he revealed his green eye as well as his glossy blind one. Staring ahead, he placed the sunglasses in his jeans’ pocket.
It only took a moment when he heard a sharp curse. Perhaps he was experienced to listened to such exclamations, but he found the source rather quickly. Noticing a man in obvious pain and a woman walking away, Jeremy raised his eyebrows. It was obvious of the woman’s movements she was angry and most likely the cause of the curse and pain in the man’s expression. Watching the female pass to start dancing somewhere else before moving to a table instead, Jeremy laughed softly. He wondered for a moment if she was a vampire or a human. Though it didn’t really matter. Jeremy had rare experiences with any sort of girls. He had opportunities plenty of time with old women, who were just as perverted as some men, and a couple of whores. Other than that, he never met a wholesome female. At least none that stood out to him. Of course when he had gone to school when he was younger, he met girls but none of them ever talked to him. It was either he was too shy or they were creeped out by his blind eye. Besides, women never struck Jeremy as aggressive enough to be sadistic.
So lost in his thoughts, Jeremy hadn’t noticed someone else leaning against the pillar. Jumping at the figure, he opened his mouth to speak up. He was instantly cut off by the other. Jeremy listened to the whispered inquiry. It wasn’t anything perverted, quite the contrary. The shadowed figure just wanted to know why the boy wasn’t dancing. In response, Jeremy headed straight to the dance floor.
Stepping into the moving crowd, Jeremy felt a sudden rush of nervousness. He didn’t know how to dance. Not in crowds anyways. A heat ran over his face. He wondered why he even walked away from the figure. That sort of thing was what he had come to the club for, not for the dancing. Glancing around for a way out, Jeremy took a small step back. The step caused a soft bump into the female from before. The scarred male looked over at her, in a bit of awe at the movements that was coming from the female’s limbs. He wondered where she had learned to dance. So caught up in noticing her dancing beside him, Jeremy just stood there and stared.
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Feeling someone bump into her Roz didn\'t look around straight away. She could tell the difference between an accident and someone trying to act like that jerk before. After a few moments she glanced over her shoulder and seeing a man just standing there staring at her brought a smile to Roz\'s lips. Yep, Risk brought in all types, was that a safety pin or something in his lip?
Her bright green eyes took in the man with interest as she turned around to face him properly, still dancing. One eye was clouded, that was interesting enough, Roz wasn\'t fazed by something like that, and the other was a gorgeous green. That was a hell of a lot of piercings, Roz only had the simple one hole in each ear and one in her tongue, and she tilted her head slightly as she gazed at him. Roz\'s smile widened brightly and she gave a small laugh at his just standing there. He looked completely out of place on a dancefloor.
Spurred on by her curiosity and the alcohol Roz reached out and slipped her hand into his, leaning closer so she could be heard and slowing down her dancing, and making it fit in a little more with the music and people around them.
"Here, let me help," she said, loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud that the whole world would be listening in, although surrounded by vampires she didn\'t know why she cared. Hell, he might even be a vampire, but there was something about him that gave Roz the impression he wasn\'t.
The girl stepped closer to the man in front of her, her body lightly touching his to guide him, but not pressing up against him too much. She raised their interlocking hands up over their head, her right, his left, swaying in time to the music and after placing her free hand on his hip to help guide him, she moved the rest of her body as well, giving him a template to move with, if he wanted to. Of course, this wasn\'t going to work if he was just going to stand there like a plank.
Roz gazed into his eyes, that smile still playing on her lips, wandering what he was doing in here if he looked so out of place. Of course, this might be one of his first times, which would give him good reason to be nervous. She could ask later, now she wanted to carry on dancing, and hoped he wasn\'t going to freak out and push away. If he had come up to her and started dancing like this she probably would have treated him just like the fist guy, but the way he\'d just been standing there was really endearing.
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Tom entered the club hungry and interested in finding some decent entertainment. It was after midnight, so he didn\'t necessarily hold high hopes for the quality of what he\'d pick up, but he\'d been busy up \'til that point and knew he\'d just have to take his chances.
He paused in the entrance tunnel to look over the supernatural rules once more, a wry smile curling his lips. Now that he was going to be a resident here, he supposed he would have to follow those rules; he hooked his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans, thrusting one booted foot forward as he observed the Vampire rules with a little more interest. He\'d been back in the city nearly two weeks, had found himself a small, solid house in Rice Terrace but was still having it prepared for him to live in. A hotel room was his home until the walls he wanted torn down were gone, the ones that remained were mended and painted, the windows were covered over to his specifications and the floors were redone entirely with carpet or tiles. Again, according to his wishes.
With a perfunctory nod - as if the piece of paper had spoken their contents aloud to him - he spun away and entered the club\'s main area. There was quite a crowd tonight and the aromas that met his nose got all his juices flowing pleasantly as soon as they met his nostrils. He walked through the sea of bodies at a languid pace, interested in the dancers, not the wallflowers, because he was in the mood for some action. His simple turquoise button up shirt was open at the collar and the sensation of air conditioning alternating with waves of heat from so many people in a small space hitting his skin was... invigorating. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he walked, revealing his tattooed wrists without a qualm, just to feel as much of that hot and cold atmosphere as he could get - without exposing things the proprietors likely would object to, anyway.
He joined in the dancing on the floor casually, his moves understated and fluid, moving around the space with a half smile that increased to show his dimples if he got any second looks. He found himself behind Roz after not too long, eyeing off her long legs and delicious shoulders, dancing his way around her to see what the front view was like.
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Now, when something really caught Roz\' attention she would throw her all into it, but if she was doing something a little half-heartedly her attention could easily...wander slightly. And as lovely as it was to have someone so entranced with you that they couldn\'t move, it didn\'t bode well for the rest of the night.
So when Roz felt another set of eyes fixed on her she firstly gave a cursory glance over her shoulder to check it out, followed by a quick second look, this time her eyes roaming all over the stranger before turning back, instead of just locating him. The turquose shirt? Well, it would help him stand out in a crowd, but it had been that look in his eyes, those adorable dimples and the way he moved that made Roz drop the hand she held. She carried on dancing with Jeremy, but she was thinking about other things Her eyes fixed on the man in front of her, a small smile playing over her lips, barely feeling any guilt that she was planning on ditching this guy in a matter of minutes, unless the stranger moved on.
But keeping your eyes on someone when you were thinking about another person was challenging, especially when Tom flittered across Roz\' line of view just a little behind Jeremy. Roz\' smile widened as her green eyes flickered back to Jeremey and her nose wrinkled up a little in a silent laugh, loving the feel of eyes on her, it was always such a thrill.
Roz however had no plans to ditch Jeremy if she was just going to be left alone again. Sometimes people in Risk could be quite fickle, if the taller man was just going to disappear she might as well stick with her first catch, although the second figure looked so more enticing. But it was hard to tell if he was really interested, or just having a good look. Hell, maybe he wasn\'t even looking at her, maybe she\'d just gotten in the way of him looking at Jeremy, only one way to find out.
The girl stood a little more on tiptoes than her heels were already helping her do and leaned in close to Jeremy\'s ear. "I\'m just going to get a drink, wait for me here?" Roz breathed into his ear, her hand lightly resting on the back of his neck before she moved away slightly. Without waiting for a reply Roz turned and headed away from the dancefloor, giving Tom a smile as she brushed past him on her route.
She didn\'t look back to see if either or them were following her as she headed for the bar, and with the loud music it was impossible to hear if they were. She leaned gentley on the counter, waiting for the bartender to notice her, content to wait until then. With a smooth movement Roz flicked open the top of her purse and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with one of the matches from a book on the counter. She somehow still managed to quell her curiousity and stop herself from turning to look at the dancefloor.
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The vampire grinned at the little looks her lovely eyes were throwing him and he enjoyed the fact that she was doing her best to remain focussed on the guy in front of her. Tom felt the mortal was making a poor show of responding to the gorgeous coquette attending to him, and he was about to make a move to intercede between the two of them when the woman said something to the weirdo and headed away.
The look she threw him - accompanied with a sexy smile - shot straight through his cool facade and left him thirsting for more. Even with his excellent hearing, he had been unable to pick up what she\'d said to her dance partner but that expression told him it had likely been goodbye. His own smile broadened and he turned to follow her, not giving a fuck about the guy she\'d left behind, intent only on snagging some time with the woman he was confident was the most stunning specimen in the room.
He was delayed by the crowd somewhat but arrived in time to see her light up a cigarette and toss the pack of matches back on the bar. For a brief moment, there was a gap in the traffic and he looked her over - much as she had him, out on the floor - admiring her scantily-clad body openly. Since there were no empty stools, she was leaned against the bar in a space between two of them; he wedged himself in behind her, one hand resting on the bar near her arm and the other shoved deliberately into his pocket (if he didn\'t restrain himself in such a way, he\'d have immediately gone for her beautiful, sweat-glossed skin and that really wasn\'t his style straight up). He ignored the protests of the guy behind him, not caring that fitting his large frame into a non-existent space had basically shoved the sap off his stool.
"You\'re beautiful and I like the way you move," Tom told the woman honestly, leaning down so that his lips hovered near her ear. The little smile he sported now that he was close enough to smell her was evident in his deep voice and would be seen immediately should she attempt to turn and face him. He\'d never been a big fan of lines and always went with his genuine feelings as an opener; it didn\'t work all the time, but it made the rejection as up front as possible - if it was going to happen - and that was easier to deal with.
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Roz took a slow drag of her cigarette, exhaling softly as Tom placed his hand on the counter. A slightly smug smile lit up her face as she delicately flicked her cigarette over an ash tray, he had followed her over. Fantastic, Roz couldn\'t help noticing a little flutter of excitment in her stomach. Even though Roz knew he was there the sound of his voice next to her ear still surprised her a little. He moved so silently, and there wasn\'t even the sound of his breath to indicate where he was.
At his words the girl smiled again, it was so tempting to start playing hard to get, but who could resist those words? She reached up with her free hand and pulled it over the shoulder furthest away from Tom, revealing the black tattoo ont he bak of her neck and the smooth skin surrounding it. It was so hot everywhere in this club, but he wasn\'t radiating heat like some of the people in here did. He had to be a vampire, either that or a wierd kind of human.
Roz slowly turned around, her head first, followed by the rest of her body, fitting perfectly into the space he created around her. The smile on his lips gave the impression that he was being honest, but you could never be too sure. Her eyes flickered towards the irrate guy behind Tom, who seemed to be having a little trouble accepting he had been relocated and then she looked back up at the man in front of her, a playful smile still on her lips.
"You know, you\'re not so bad yourself," Roz said casually, glancing away and bringing the cigarette back to her mouth and taking another drag. She slowly blew out again, pointing away from Tom then looking back towards him. Not everyone liked having smoke blown in their face and she was going to be careful, the man standing over her was fasinating, she didn\'t want to drive him away with something so simple.
"You\'re a good dancer," she added, glad that she\'d worn the heels she had, otherwise he would be towering over her even more than he was at present. Still, having him leaning over her like this felt comfortable, secure, even though he was a complete stranger.
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He smiled silently, watching her move, thinking about her tattoos, liking the game she played. She was incredibly sensual close up, her features exquisite and her body emanating warmth like she\'d been dancing for hours. She probably had. Either way, she knew exactly what she was doing conversing with him and he admired confidence in a beautiful woman - especially if it was coated with a thin veneer of humility. It amused him.
"I have better moves," he demurred, shrugging one shoulder so that the fabric of his shirt rippled slightly. He didn\'t elaborate on where his better moves might be found, or the nature of them, as something intriguing caught his eye. He grasped her right hand in his cool hold, turning it so that he could see the Risk mark, then looking into her green eyes. "What does this mean?" he asked, having seen exactly the same tattoo on a few people in the club, though not all in the same position on their bodies. It had to be more than coincidence.
His fingers stroked the underside of her wrist, where the pulse was strongest, without even thinking about it, as he waited for her answer.
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"I\'m sure," Roz said softly, watching that hideous turquoise shirt ripple in a way that made it not quite so awful, or maybe it was just the body underneath that made it so enticing. She was enjoying the way he could say so much with so few words, some men tried and failed completely, or just couldn\'t stop talking, but he was confident and intelligent enough not to need to do that.
When he caught her hand, the one holding her cigarette, Roz\' eyes fell on her tattoo. She\'d had it for so long she almost forgot it was there and that it guaranteed safety. Forgetting that she should be safe brought back the excitement that anything could happen. It was like bungee jumping, but that rope could snap, and so could vampires. Nothing was certain. Biting her lower lip softly Roz watched his fingers playing over her skin, tickling it a little, but she didn\'t pull back. Her bright eyes shifted back to Tom\'s, watching him with interest.
Did he really not know? He gave off the impression that he knew exactly what he was doing, but here he was, in Risk, and didn\'t know what it\'s mark meant. And she was fairly sure now that he was a vampire, so he should know, before he made a mistake.
"Basically, it means I am up for just about anything in here, messing about, dancing, drinking, anything you want," Roz said, shifting her body so she facing him more directly, rather than just leaning on the bar. Her eyes flickered down, casting another gaze over his body, hoping that she might soon be given the opportunity to see some of those moves he\'d mentioned.
"But no killing. Not in here, or outside," she finished with, looking back up into his eyes as she reached out with her free hand and smoothed an unseen wrinkle out of the shoulder of his shirt, tilting her head slightly to one side. Her fingers lingered in their position, feeling the soft cloth of the shirt combined with those strong muscles underneath. It was truely scrumptious. Reluctantly Roz\' hand left Tom\'s shoulder and plucked the cigarette from the hand he held. She glanced over her shoulder slightly and stubbed it out in the ashtray before looking back at him.
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His thoughtful expression became a half-smile of understanding. "A mark of protection, for willing donors?" he mused, raising his eyebrows slightly.
The implications were mind boggling, yet really very simple; there was an elite set of mortals that frequented this place, who were willing to be drunk from, that knew the vampires\' greatest secret and who were offered safety in return for their generosity. \'Willing\'... without having to go through the pretense of drinking and relying on the effect of the bite to make people forget, or having to go through the rigmarole of sharing the secret. Just... in your face, mortals that knew the score and would comply - as long as you didn\'t kill them. Very sexy.
He didn\'t miss the pointed way she looked him over or the insinuation that she was up for anything. He grinned fully as his grip loosened and twisted. He entwined his fingers with hers, lowering their held hands then, so that they rested against their thighs - everything was so squeezed together in this cramped space that touching was unavoidable. What a shame. His other hand slid unobtrusively off the bar and found her hip, grasping it gently, fingers seeking the edge of her top so that he might sneak beneath it and contact her lovely skin.
"So... how generous are you feeling tonight, may I ask?" he smirked, wondering if he was doing a terrible job of propositioning her now that he knew it was something that she faced regularly. He could only hope that the messages her eyes were sending his way were indication that she was interested enough to forgive him any blunders he might make; tempting women to sleep with him was nothing new, adding feeding into the mix up front was.
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Roz lowered her eyes to where Tom’s cold fingers were brushing her skin, raising an eyebrow slightly, but the smile on her lips showed that she didn’t mind at all. His cold touch contrasted with her hot body and sent a pleasurable shiver up her spine. The girl gave their entwined hands a little swing, brushing their skin against the edge of her shirt, and feeling his chilly skin brush against hers again.
At Tom’s question Roz gazed past Tom’s shoulder coyly and pursed her lips as though she was really thinking about her answer. After a moment her eyes met Tom’s again and she ran her tongue lightly across her lips, moistening them and giving a glimpse of her tongue piercing.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Roz said, her voice trailing off thoughtfully, “Depends on who’s asking I suppose,” she said in a teasing voice, her free hand finding it’s way back to Tom’s shoulder, playing lightly with the cloth of his shirt.
But despite what she said, Roz knew in truth there was really no way she was going to turn down Tom. It had been too long since she’d been drunk from, she missed it, and he was going about it in a much more pleasant way than some of the freaks in here. Sure, he was touching her skin, but hell, she was wearing a mini skirt, she didn’t expect any less. At least he wasn’t grabbing her ass and tits straight away. Compared to the guy on the dancefloor earlier Tom was being quite the gentleman, but not too much to make it boring.
"How much do you want?" Roz asked, shifting a little closer to Tom again as she spoke, her green eyes fixed on his gorgeous blues.
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"The rest of the night," he answered, no longer playing coy and enjoying the direct look she was giving him. He wasn\'t smiling any longer - though there were twinges of appreciation for her and the conversation hovering about his lips, that surfaced intermittently - forgoing the flirting in order to secure a promise. His eyes said it all; in his mind he already had her undressed, sprawled beneath him and panting with want while he fucked her and drank his fill. He just hadn\'t quite got the logistics of it sorted, with regard to where it would happen or when.
"Here... your place... my hotel, I don\'t care," he continued, breaking the intense eye contact in order to glance at the dance floor while he spoke to his own thoughts. A wicked idea occurred to him as he watched the writhing bodies beneath the flashing lights and when he looked back at her again, a new light had entered his already-heated gaze. "We can even dance some more, if you like. But I want you until dawn."
He didn\'t ask for her acquiescence; the request was in the way he watched her, eyes flicking towards her shoulders or her cleavage, watching her pulse increase but returning to her emerald eyes. He expected her to make the choice now; comply or deny.
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Roz tilted her chin up towards the vampire, enjoying his honesty, it was refreshing. The way the smile had so suddenly disappeared from his face was thrilling, as was that look in his eyes, she could almost sense what he was thinking, just from that stare.
When Tom looked over to the dancefloor Roz followed his gaze, but as much as she loved to dance Roz was already finding it hard to be this close to Tom, to know what was going to happen and not acting on it. Her eyes slowly shifted back to Tom and she smiled broadly,
"You know, turns out I\'m feeling pretty generous," Roz said in a gentle voice, her hand shifting along his shoulder and resting to play with the soft hair on the back of his neck. She loved the way his gaze, although roaming, always returned to her eyes."You got me til dawn. Whatever you want." Her eyes moved to the dancefloor then back to Tom, "But I think I\'m done dancing for tonight. How about we go to your place?" Roz didn\'t like taking people back to he apartment, and she didn\'t want there to be any chance that the people here might disturb them. And besides, they had decided on until dawn, if they stayed here they would have to part before then so that Tom could find shelter from the daylight.
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He nodded, pleased with his choice - and hers. He was somewhat disappointed that he wouldn\'t get the chance to see if he could make her cum on the dance floor, in the middle of the jumping, writhing pack of mortals, but he was far from inconsolable. She had agreed to his terms, after all.
He stepped out of their tiny little wedge of space and walked her away from the bar, her hand still held in his. If she protested, he didn\'t listen, as he was far too intent on his goal. Considering the tingles he was getting just from touching her skin and holding eye contact, dawn would come far too soon as it was.
He had walked to the club that night after inspecting his dingy little house, but he knew she wouldn\'t want to walk the distance between Risk and the five star hotel he was staying at, wearing heels as high as hers. Women always made such amazing choices in the name of fashion; it exasperated him about half as much as the effects thrilled him. He walked her out to the curb on those fabulously high shoes - at a pace that ensured she would be able to keep up - and joined the line of people waiting for a cab.
Figuring that their wait was going to be about ten minutes - judging by the amount of club-goers in line and the frequency of taxis pulling up - he decided he would see what he could do about seducing her a little more. He let go of her hand and shifted position so that his crotch was more or less in line with (but not touching) her right hip, his thumbs hooking in the front pockets of his jeans and one long leg thrust out behind her while the other took his weight. It was subtle, but his body language was protective and obviously interested - considering the lean of him, and the bits that were directed her way. His gaze came from a tilted head, through hooded lids and over a thoughtful smirk.
"Where\'s your favourite place to be bitten?" he asked conversationally, not caring that they might be overheard by anyone nearby and skipping the expected formalities of asking her name, age or occupation. Nothing but the way she moved and tasted mattered to him.
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Roz easily kept up with Tom\'s pace, her hips swinging as she expertly walked in her heels. She rarely wore anything else, so was used to walking in them, but was still glad of the choice of a cab rather than walking where ever they were going. She didn\'t want to waste time walking when she could be getting to know this gorgeous man a little better.
When they joined the queue for the taxis Roz let her eyes wander over the others in the line before them, deciding that she had definitely been found by the most amazing looking guy in the club. Tonight was definitely not going to be a wasted experience. Inside Tom\'s protective stance Roz rested her weight on the leg closest to his body, her hip jutting out slightly, leaning towards him, but not close enough to be touching. Her other leg lay in line with the leg he had extended out behind her, her toes tapping slightly to the quiet beat of the music which could only just be heard from inside.
Her eyes moved upwards from the crowd to meet Tom\'s, his casual tone bringing a smile to her face. Some people took all this far too seriously, but then you couldn\'t truely enjoy the whole experience. Worrying about it was completely pointless, once you got started thinking that you shouldn\'t be doing something wasn\'t going to help.
"This might sound a little cliche, but the neck has to be my favourite," Roz said, "It leaves the rest of my body free to do whatever I want," she added in as relaxed a tone as Tom had been speaking in. She felt completely at ease with the vampire for some reason, and being so close to him but not touching was making her fingers itchy to be doing something. The young woman shifted her position a little so she was facing more towards Tom, her head tilted upwards so she could keep eye contact, showing off her beautifully shaped neck.
Her fingers lightly brushed against Tom\'s shirt, fiddling with the lowest buttons, wishing they were already at his hotel. "But then again I\'m always eager to find new exciting experiences. I\'m open to any suggestions. Where do you find best to drink from?" Roz didn\'t care that he\'d skipped over the normal basics of conversation, after all, they only had until dawn. Still gazing up into his eyes Roz let her fingers slid under Tom\'s shirt a little, running her finger tips and nails over the smooth well toned muscles as she listened for his answer.
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His gaze followed the line of her exposed throat hungrily, then watched as her fingers slid between the buttons of his tucked-in shirt. He grinned mysteriously at her, figuring that if she was sneaking little touches then he was allowed to, too. He began by lifting his right hand and running the back of his index finger down the line of her throat, rubbing it over her pulse as he spoke.
"You\'ll find out," he promised, unable to accurately answer the question because it changed for him, on a whim. Different women - partners, he corrected himself, considering Reed - prompted different responses, caused him to want to do different things to them. With Roz... well, he found he couldn\'t stop looking at the long legs on display beneath that short skirt... the round ass... he thought he would definitely lean towards biting her thigh. For starters.
He took a step closer to her, his crotch nudging her hip and his other hand slipping beneath the edge of her halter top, at her waist. His fingers brushed over the skin lightly, thumb rubbing in opposing directions but not heading for anywhere overtly sexual, just... touching, for the sake of it. Her flesh was warm, her beauty unquestioned; he leaned closer, his mouth hovering over the hand still caressing her throat, lips lightly touching her ear as he murmured to her. "What\'s your favourite position to fuck in, then? Do you like hot tubs?" he asked curiously, not pulling away fully to see her face while she answered, but turning his head so that he could watch her profile and still be within easy kissing distance if she chose to look at him.
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"Sounds promising," Roz murmured, her heart beat increasing as he touched her neck. Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, loving the feel of his cold skin against hers, and the opportunities it offered, assuring her of what was to come. It wasn\'t hard drugs, but this was the way Roz got her fix.
Slowly her green rimmed eyes, framed by their long lashes, opened again and his gentle touch at her waist combined with the pressure on her hip helped a contented sigh rise from her throat. His touch felt so protective and safe, but he was a vampire, he could kill her so easily. Such a mix of feelings always added to the excitement, and Roz thrived on it.
His lips tickled her ear as he spoke and Roz\' grin widened at the sensation. She turned her head a little, but not quite facing him properly as she answered.
"You have a hot tub?" Roz asked with a little laugh, putting off answering his question for a moment. That certainly sounded like a lot of fun. She\'d had sex in swimming pools, baths, showers, but never a hot tub. "I\'d love to give that a go sometime tonight," she added, turning her head a little more so their lips were only a couple of centimetres apart. It would take only the smallest movement for their lips to meet, but she had a question to answer first.
It really depended on the man she was with, their build and size, where they were, but there was one position Roz always loved. "I like it rough, standing with my back pushed against the wall, being held tightly, not being in control," she said quietly, her eyes locked on his. Tom was quite a bit taller than her, so for that position to work properly he\'d probably have to hold her up, but that was even better. The almost complete lack of control was invigorating, and standing up felt so spur of the moment, passionate. It could also change so quickly into a different position, falling onto the nearest bed, chair, or just the floor.
"But that\'s just for getting started," she said, moistening her lips slightly with her tongue again, "We got \'til dawn, I\'m sure we can figure out a couple of new favourite positions by then."
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His gaze roamed from her eyes to her lips, letting her words work their way into his system like her cigarette smoke made its way into her lungs. Her boldness infused him, causing pleasant stirrings and lovely images. One of those images was his last sexual encounter, up against a wall and... feeding, and it only intensified his arousal, causing tingles where his skin contacted her warmth, making him want to slide his hands beneath her skirt here and now. He smiled, letting the good vibes flow through him and kissed her, a lot more gently than usual but his tongue was still bold and determined to parry with hers, the hand that had been stroking her throat now gripping it firmly.
He broke the kiss when a voice penetrated their private bubble, and looked around. The line ahead of them had disappeared and an impatient cabbie was giving them a look mixed with understanding and frustration from his car at the curb beside them - the frustration was echoed in the faces of the line that now stretched behind them, Tom saw when he looked. With a chuckle, he opened the back door of the vehicle for Roz and ushered her in before closing it and going around to the other side. The flash of leg he\'d caught when she sat down sent another pulse to his already-aware groin, firming him slightly and giving him ideas.
He apologised once he\'d managed to work his long legs into a comfortable position in the cramped back seat and named the very famous chain of hotels that he was destined for, engaging the cabbie in small talk as if he was the one the vampire was interested in getting to know. He asked how the night had been, discussed the crazy fares the man had already had, laughed at the general populace\'s stupidity... all while his hand found its way to Roz\' thigh.
He left it sitting over the muscle for about a minute before he did anythng else, then he slid it higher. He made it seem that he was intent on maintaining the driver\'s eye contact in the rear view mirror, but he was actually highly aware of what his hand was doing, his brain preoccupied with the messages it was sending about how her skin felt, the heat emanating from the apex, what her underwear felt like against his knuckle when it finally got there and brushed against her sex.
Still keeping up his end of the conversation and not sparing her the slightest glance, he spread her legs wider and sat forward - not wearing a belt as he was - ostensibly to learn the driver\'s name by looking at his display card. He then addressed the man by name as his new angle afforded him slightly more freedom, his arm extended behind himself slightly, fingers working beneath the fabric of her panties. He didn\'t do a great deal once he was in there - no crass poking or plundering just yet - he simply ran his finger tips up and down her slit (well as much as he could access). If she lifted her hips and shifted her ass forward a little more, she would find that he would begin pressing farther into her, just... feeling his way around, so to speak. Learning the lay of the land... hoping that it turned her on to be silently engaged in foreplay while the pretense of social etiquette was maintained. It was certainly working wonders in his pants.
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Her eyes shut as Tom kissed her and her lips parted, letting his tongue in and running her own along his. As his grip tightened on her throat Roz’ fingers tensed up around his shirt, pulling their bodies closer together. And then they were ripped apart by that voice. As annoyed as Roz was that their kiss had had to end she couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the look on the faces of those behind her, it was truly priceless. Roz didn’t care what they thought, or that they were holding up the line, she was having a great time.
Gracefully she slid into the car, letting her skirt slid up a little as she moved onto the seat, giving Tom a generous eye full of her smooth skin before he shut the car door. The girl kept her eyes fixed on Tom, a smile playing on her lips as he arranged himself and started chatting to the cabbie while his hand wandered. Her eyes were still focused on his gorgeous face even though he wasn’t looking at her. His cold fingers moved higher, brushing against her black cotton thong. That combined with the thought that the driver could get wind of what was going on was thrilling, and sent a shiver up her spine.
As Tom shifted forwards to get a better angle Roz tore her gaze away from the vampire and gazed out of the window into the dark night, her fingers playing with the necklace she wore, a simple sliver chain with a clear amethyst stone attached, afraid that if she kept looking at Tom she would start laughing. Her legs easily slid apart at Tom’s gentle urging, giving him plenty of room to do what he wanted, and definitely what she wanted. The skin he was running his fingers over was smooth, shaved clean for comfort and ease. His finger tips moving along her slit but not yet entering was driving Roz crazy, he was so close, just not quite there yet.
The girl leant back against the soft leather of the seat, shifting forwards slightly and lifting her hips, letting Tom’s fingers work their way inside a little more. Roz’ breath quickened slightly at the icy touch, but she kept them shallow so as to not attract attention. This was turning her on so much, she was torn between wanting this to be a short ride so they could be alone finally, but this was so exhilarating, she also wished it would be long enough for them to really have some fun, rather than just exploring. Silent sexual activity was a challenge, but a fun one.
Still looking out the window Roz placed her hand on Tom’s back, her fingers running lightly over his shirt. This wouldn’t have been her first choice, but in the position they were in it was the only place she could reach without attracting attention. Her fingers ran down his back, following his spine until they reached the top of her trousers. Once there Roz gently un-tucked his shirt and slid her hand up under the cloth, silently urging him on as her fingers moved in small circles and patterns, brushing lightly.
"How far is it to the hotel?" Roz asked Tom in a quiet voice, as though she was a little shy and didn\'t want to interrupt his conversation with the driver too much.
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He chuckled at something the cabbie said - whether it was amusing or not, he wasn\'t entirely sure, but he could see the man\'s teeth flashing in the mirror so figured it was an appropriate enough reaction - and then turned to look at her, as if he\'d almost forgotten she was there. The increase of her heartrate and breath was noticeable to him, but he did admire her ability to look so calm on the outside.
"Not very far at all," he answered casually, only his grin indicating that he knew how wicked he was being and then - just as he finished speaking - his index finger pressed in beyond her smoothness and massaged its way towards her clitoris. He swallowed, then cleared his throat as he delved into that heated little pool of wetness, his digit sliding around so easily it caused his mouth to water and his cock to harden a little more.
Watching the colour rise sexily in her cheeks, he was now unable to turn away from watching her, just the one finger fiddling in her folds. The cabbie was nattering on about something or other but his announcement that they\'d arrived at the hotel did pierce the fog of arousal and sex that was rising rapidly in the back seat. He withdrew his finger and sucked on it as he watched her, then shifted his hips to pull a bill out of his back pocket with his other hand (wincing slightly as a seam bit down on his engorged member). He passed it through to the driver - whose mood had improved with the conversation and the chance to whinge, it seemed - then hastened around to open his date\'s door for her.
When she stood, he calmly pressed his hand to the small of her back and steered her through the lobby of the fancy establishment, not paying any attention if she spoke. He was far too intent on getting her to his room. They skirted the scenery - plants and a massive water feature around the commercial restaurant\'s dining area - and happened to walk straight into one of the two glass elevators as the door opened and another couple exited just as they arrived. The clear lifts overlooked the pretty lobby area, giving a jolting view as they slid smoothly up and down over the beatifully-constructed view. The doors were, hoewever, made of steel.
The moment they slid shut, he punched the highest button he could - even though he had an average room on the fifth floor, where the most minimal window exposure he\'d been able to get had been located - so that the elevator would ascend as high as he could get it, to give him time, and then he turned to her. He slammed her body up against the doors (minding her head), no longer polite and not at all fazed by the fact that anyone walking through the lobby (or on any of the internal balconies) would see. His hands gripped her bare ass cheeks and he lifted her up the smooth, shiny surface of the door until she was at a level that allowed his crotch to grind directly into hers, while he kissed her.
The friction of rocking against her while confined in his jeans was unbelievably frustrating, alleviated only by the fact that he was able to slide fingers into her as he was supporting her, fingering her dripping well, her button... even her ass. He deliberately contradicted the rhythm he\'d established with his hips, not wanting her to settle into anything that might make her cum just yet, while he ravaged her mouth with his tongue.
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Roz turned her head to looked at Tom as he spoke in such a casual tone, and with that grin. Bastard, but it felt so good. When his finger suddenly shifted inside, massaging like that Roz took in a sharp breath and her head titled backwards against the seat of the taxi and her fingers gripped tightly against Tom’s skin, her nails digging into his cold flesh. Her eyes stayed fixed on Tom’s, hoping desperately that he was lying about them getting there soon, but at the halting of the cab it appeared he wasn’t.
She ran a hand through her hair, trying to regain her composure as Tom sucked on his finger, god, he knew how to make it difficult for her, and she loved it. Her eyes fell to the bulge in his trousers and Roz smiled as she turned her gaze back to the window as she crossed her legs delicately and waited for this gentleman to open the door for her, expecting nothing less. As she waited Roz’ eyes fell on the driver for the first time, “Thanks for the ride, mate. Was one of the best I’ve had for a while,” she said as Tom opened the door and she stepped out.
“Evil bastard,” Roz murmured in a jokey tone as he steered her through the lobby, barely bothering to be impressed by their surroundings, there was only one thing on her mind now. Her heels clicked lightly against the marble floor and moved towards the lift and her eyes met the female of the couple leaving as they passed, offering a polite smile. Her eyes looked out over the lobby as Tom pressed for the floor he wanted, not really paying attention to what he had done.
Suddenly she was against the cold steel doors of the elevator, the breath pushed out of her lungs and before she could get a proper breath in he was kissing her. His strong arms lifted her up and Roz let out a moan against Tom’s lips as their groins rubbed together. She pulled her head to one side, gasping in a breath before pushing her lips against his again. Her tongue pushed against his as she hooked her arms around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair as she circled her tongue piercing around his probing tongue.
She gasped against as his fingers slid into her ass, it was unexpected but combined with everything else it felt amazing. She didn’t care that people could see them through the glass, or that elevator could come to a halt at any moment and the doors she was pushed against could open, she just wanted him. She could feel his stiff member straining through the thick fabric of his jeans and rubbing against her and wished there was nothing between them.
Her long legs hooked together at the ankles behind Tom, pulling his body closer to hers if that was possible. She couldn’t believe how wet he’d made her in just a few short minutes, it was amazing, and his technique was perfect. Roz knew it was probably from years of practise, hell, he was a vampire, it could have been centuries of practise, and she silently thanked all those women over the years.
“You’d better fuck me soon,” Roz said, her words coming out more as a growl as she briefly pulled back from Tom’s gorgeous lips, only pausing long enough to speak before pressing against him passionately again.
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He chuckled against her lips, intending to do just that, although \'soon\'... was still being considered as part of his agenda. He was quite torn with desiring her, knowing how horny she already was but... she\'d said she liked being out of control. Nothing said \'out of control\' like wanting something desperately and having it denied you, no matter how feverishly you pleaded so... he thought he should probably make her wait a little. It was what she\'d said she liked after all...
The doors swished open when the elevator hit the top floor and he had the presence of mind to pull her back and turn in the opposite direction, pressing her against the glass instead, just above the shiny chrome railing that ran around its perimeter. When the pre-set timer had expired - and no-one else got on - the doors swished closed behind him. Having received no further instructions, the lift just sat where it was, suspended at the top of a cavernous void with them in full view of the hotel at large (well, the higher level floors, anyway).
He rested her on the rail, not caring that it would be cold on her cheeks and bending his knees so that their crotches didn\'t get too far apart. His left hand still supported her, but as he pulled his upper body back and stopped his grinding, his right hand snaked between them and under her skirt. He executed a deft manoeuvre whereby he slid his fingers beneath the front part of her g-string, then twisted and gathered it in his fist so that it sliced straight into her slit, rubbing against her most sensitive parts.
"You want me to fuck you here, hmmm?" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes glinting dangerously as he stared at her. He flicked the shaft of material from side to side deliberately, ensuring that it ground on her clit, just to see her shudder. "You want my cock out and sliding into your cunt, then? Right here and now, in this elevator? Where anybody can see you acting like a bitch on heat?" he hissed, rather hoping that she didn\'t mind a bit of dirty talk - she didn\'t seem the type to be fazed. His voice was thick with lust but he had no intention of doing as she requested - if she came, however, he would be pleased. Because that wasn\'t what she wanted, she wanted him to fuck her. Except that he was in control.
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Roz\' heart gave a leaping of excitement as the doors of the elevator suddenly swished open and Tom defty shifted their position. The glass was colder aginst her back than the steel doors had been and Roz arched her back away from it, pressing her body aginst his as he placed her on the cold metal bar. The contrast between the cold and her warm body was even greater than where his fingers were touching her and she felt another shudder running through her body.
Her eyes shifted from Tom\'s face to over his shoulder, waiting to see if anyone would come in, but no one did, and Roz had given up caring aboiut anyone who wasn\'t in the same room as them. Screw anyone who might see from outside, let them look.
Her left hand fell from behind his head as he moved back a little and Roz gripped the hand rail, her knuckles turning white from the strength of her grip. When he pulled her G-string into her slit like that Roz couldn\'t help but let out another gasp of pleasure, her fingers tightening around Tom\'s hair. Her bright green eyes stayed fixed on his as he spoke, the sensations he was causing were clear from her facial expressions and Roz felt a shudder run through her body as he expertly ground the material against her clit. The tingling sensations running through her body were increasing with every word he spoke, and Roz knew that if he kept going like this she would soon be cumming before he even got close to being inside her, but judging by the look in his eyes that was what he wanted.
She\'d said she wanted him in control, and by God he was doing a fantastic job of it. That voice was so seductive, and what he was describing was exactly what she wanted. Roz almost didn\'t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her answer, but she felt herself beginning to climax just a couple of moments later and the sensation pulled the words from her mouth, "Yes," she hissed as her back arched again, tremors running through her body as Roz tilted her head back against the glass, twisting the red hair she held inbetween her fingers.
As the waves of nerves slowly subsided Roz pulled her head forwards again, meeting with that smug look on his face and Roz couldn\'t help but grin, even though she\'d wanted him inside her. They had time for that. Her breathing was heavy and slow as she gazed into his eyes before leaning forwards and kissing him again, wanting to feel his lips against hers, wanting his tongue in her mouth seeing as he was putting off pressing his cock into her.
Her hand slowly loosened it\'s grip on Tom\'s hair and she instead ran her fingers over it smoothly. Her kiss showed him exactly how delicious that orgasm had felt and Roz was glad he was still holding her, she didn\'t think she could have supported herself on the bar after that. As she pulled back a little form the kiss her eyes found his again as she smiled, silently asking what was in store next, but not expecting an answer. He would show her soon enough.
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His head tilted to accommodate her actions as she yanked on his short hair and he was surprised that he enjoyed the sharpness of it, the tingle of pain shooting across his scalp. It could also have been the erotic way she moved and spoke as she came, of course... the way she reluctantly surrendered to her body\'s weaknesses. Submitting to him.
The kiss in her afterglow was just more enticement for him and when she pulled back to smile at him, he couldn\'t return it wholeheartedly - especially not after watching that sexy little display of her shuddering and arching and undulating all over the place. He had a driving need to be inside her now, and to drink her; enough of proving an already-flogged point.
He picked her up with both hands once more curved around her buttocks and carried her securely about his waist - pausing only to nod at the glass and say, "It\'s not a wall... but it did the job," with a wink - as he spun and punched the button for floor five with his elbow, reacting accordingly to any response she gave. The elevator dropped smoothly and he spent the remainder of the ride just holding her close, one hand occasionally relying on the grip of her legs and his other arm for support, so that it could roam up beneath her shirt as he nuzzled her neck. Mostly, he kissed, but there were occasional prods with his tongue and swipes with his fangs, warning her of what was to come.
He didn\'t alter their position - except to lower her to ride his groin a little more firmly - as the lift came to another stop and he meandered out. He found his room after a few long strides, since it was only six doors along the corridor to the left. He was happy enough to nurture the lethargic throb of desire in his groin by that point, that he resisted the urge to pin her to any other walls along the way, juggling her slightly as he stopped to remove his room key and swipe it across the locking mechanism. He kicked open the door upon its automatic release and stepped in, listening for it to shut behind him as he tossed the card onto the nearest surface.
The room was very dark - completely so, considering the curtaining he\'d requested - but he knew his way around it well enough by now. He paused to toe his boots off after a few steps and then continued walking with her to the enormous bed, where he sat, beside the pillows at the head. She was balanced very securely on his lap now; without looking, he reached over and flicked on the bedside lamp - which was a real lamp in a hotel as expensive as this (also a very soft light, rather than a tacky flourescent tube).
He then pulled back to smile at her, his hands almost as active as his gaze as he looked her over, admiring everything in the most appreciative way he could. "You\'re beautiful," he said again, softly, like it had been needing re-confirmation and he was freshly awed by her. He caressed her bare skin tenderly, loving the flush that was ebbing out of it, cupping her clothed breasts at last and then seeking out the material at her neck, wanting to see her naked. He frowned slightly - obviously needing her help - as he couldn\'t quite figure out whether the shirt was something that untied, unclasped or simply pulled up over her head.
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“You’re right about that,” Roz replied, not able to keep the smile from her face as he held her securely, even when it was only with one hand. He was strong enough that she never once worried that he was going to drop her or even slide down more than he wanted her to. She held her head at a slight angle, giving Tom easy access to her neck, loving the teasing scrapes and licks. He couldn’t sink those teeth in fast enough for her liking.
Using the strength in her legs Roz ground herself body up and down against his crotch slowly, her own groin still tingling from the strength of the orgasm. Her fingers carried on playing with Tom’s hair as the other hand moved to his shirt buttons, starting to un-do the top ones, letting the fingers that weren’t working trail along his pale skin. When he started walking along the corridor Roz let the movement of his long strides work their bodies together and leaned into his body, running her lips over his neck as he had been doing to her in the elevator. Her tongue worked over his skin as she sucked lightly, reminding herself that he would soon be drinking from her, he wanted it as much as her.
In the darkness Roz couldn’t see around the room, how large it was, how it was furnished, so she didn’t bother looking anywhere apart from where she knew his eyes were. Her fingers had un-done over half of the buttons on his shirt when he sat down on the bed and she un-hooked her legs from behind him, shifting her weight so she was kneeling with one leg on either side of his, her ass still resting in his lap, his bulge pressing against her. Even after Tom flipped on the light she didn’t move her gaze from his eyes, she didn’t care what their surrounds were, just that he was sitting her in between her legs and looking at her like that.
She smirked as he said she was beautiful, thinking, I know and savouring the way he looked at her, but she didn’t say it outloud. The small smile kept playing over her face as his hands moved over her body, and the look of confusion on his face at trying to get off her top made her lips widen. Roz raised her hands and with a simple movement un-clasped the hook that held the cloth around her neck. The black cloth fell forwards, revealing the black strapless bra underneath. Nothing fancy or lacy, just simple black to give her support and added cleavage. Before taking off her bra Roz gripped the rest of her top and pulled it up over her head, depositing it on the floor by the bed. She shook her head a little, letting her hair fall naturally around her shoulders again since it had become ruffled.
Instead of moving onto her bra Roz moved her fingers back to his shirt, wanting to feel their skin against each other, letting him finish stripping her, sure he would be able to manage that. When the last button was un-done she ran her fingers up his torso, spreading his shirt apart then slid it off his shoulders, leaning forwards once more to kiss his bare skin and felt the muscles moving in his shoulders. The strength of vampires always amazed her, but she only had this one in mind for now. She slowly sat back up with a straight back, grinding her hips forwards against him as she moved, letting her eyes wander over his perfect pale skin, imagining how there would soon be more colour in his cheeks, her blood in him.
She loved the way he could be so rough one moment and then his touch would suddenly change to that gentle caress. Roz felt on edge, anticipating what might come next, her heart still pounding. Biting down on her lip gently and still staring into his eyes Roz’ fingers soon found the top of his jeans, letting the tips slide just under the top, but not un-doing the fly yet, just teasing. Her other hand moved over Tom’s member, rubbing gently through the thick denim, but letting him make the decision to let it out. He might prefer to drink first, or at the same time, everyone had different preferences.
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He gave her a grateful look when her shirt was removed and then took the time get his all the way off and onto the floor with hers. The bra quickly followed but he paused as she started teasing him, looking down to see one of her hands against the golden hairs that began at his chest and tapered down in a narrow line beneath the waistband of his pants, peeking in but touching nothing good. Her other hand was insinuating that it would but... wasn\'t yet, just squeezing him through the annoyingly-thick barrier of denim.
He looked back at her breasts, unable to resist leaning in and attempting a lick at them - except she was too close and too much shorter than him for it to be achieved easily, which was frustrating. His hands followed the line of her bent legs and he removed her shoes, tossing them towards the dining table opposite the bed, so that neither of them would accidentally step on those nasty spikes should they get up... or fall off... or journey to the enormous bathroom that was at Roz\' back, for the hot tub.
Once the shoes were gone, the skirt was undone and he stood up with her, depositing her on her feet. The movement was quick and she blinked but he bent down and removed her remaining clothes before she got a second eyelid movement in. As he straightened, he yanked the bedclothes down, feeling that she was worthy of more than a quicky that didn\'t even break the ice of a made bed. He revealed the gold-coloured sheets and had to rescue a couple of pillows that wanted to head to the floor with the gold bedspread, but they were soon back in place.
No longer in the mood for talking, he urged her - semi-lifting, semi-nudging - onto the bed, making sure that her pretty head was on the pillow at the far corner, giving him more room to stretch out when he followed her down, laying on his stomach and kissing his way up her inner thigh to her hairless sex. He\'d left his pants on deliberately because it kept him restrained, although he regretted that when he got his first scent of her pungent musk and it sent a surge of desire through him. It had been months since he\'d tasted a woman; he missed it.
He wriggled forward, one arm leaning on top of her thigh, the other tucked in between his chest and her leg, so that his hands had access and better angles for spreading her lips. He stared, half smiling. After a moment of admiring, he blinked and leaned in, as if coming out of a trance - or entering one - and pressed his tongue around. He was gentle at first... deliberate. Tasting and testing, flicking and shifting folds of skin - again, learning her contours and shape so that he could strike at the most sensitive parts when the time was right. An index finger soon entered the play, also swirling about, picking up wetness and slipping into her hole up to the second knuckle - no wriggling, no touching anything too intense - and then slipping out. His tongue touched her clit at the same time, matching the rhythm of his not-quite-fucking-her finger.
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Roz raised an eyebrow as Tom stood up so quickly, but before she could say anything he suddenly he suddenly had her completely naked. That speed was exhilarating, she had hardly even seen him bend down to pull down her skirt and underwear.
She pursed her lips, amused as Tom pulled down the bedspread, admiring the strong back he revealed as he turned away from her. Her finers lightly played over the tattoo around her navel as she waited for him to arrange things the way he wanted. The gold sheets were a little tacky looking, but looked to be good quality, and at his urging and with his help Roz quickly arranged herself on the bed, laying her head down on the soft pillow, smiling at the care he took.
Her eyes shut lightly as she felt Tom\'s kissed making their way up her leg, not wanting to be able to see what he was going to do next. The pressure of Tom\'s arm on her thigh, his fingers spreading her lips apart, followed by a long pause of nothing increased her anticipation, and although for the moment he was doing nothing Roz felt her heart race increasing and her breath quickened slightly.
Then his tongue was exploring inside her, moving around so carefully, working up to whatever he wanted to do to her. She lifted her hips slightly as his finger slipped inside her and a small moan escaped her lips she his tongue flicked over her clit. His gently probing was so different to the last time, and the contrast was exciting.
Her left hand gripped the pillow under her head, she needed to hold something as he worked his skills, otherwise she would start writhing around a lot more as he continued to rhythmically move against her. Her right hand lay across her stomach at first, her fingers still working across the pattern inked into her skin, but then her fingers worked their way downwards, resting lightly on Tom’s back, not urging him on, just feeling the way he was moving and the chill of his skin against her palm. As great he his tongue moving around her body felt Roz still wanted to feel him properly inside her, but this time said nothing, he was in control, she wasn’t going to request anything, just enjoy immensely what she was receiving.
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His tongue switched places with his finger a few times, attempting to probe in as far as possible - not needing to breathe had always proved an advantage at such moments - but the taste and smell of her, up so close he was consumed by the need for it to be absorbed into him, needing completion, was driving him to distraction.
His lips moved across her skin to her groin, kissing tenderly while his middle finger slid into her and his thumb assumed duties at her clitoris, with a simple twist of his wrist. He didn\'t know if the rhythm - which had sped up only slightly, in time with her pulse - would be enough to draw her to cum again, though his finger was doing a lot more moving now, brushing against the top of her cervix and the walls of her vagina deliberately. Whether it did or not was not his issue - he would be happy either way, for he was now intent on gaining some relief of his own.
Working his way to the perfect spot, he bit into her thigh, nicking her femoral artery and drinking eagerly, moaning as the first spurt of her blood landed on his tongue. She tasted much better than he\'d expected but still didn\'t measure up to Reed (which he\'d also expected). It only confirmed the notion that no-one ever would. Blood was blood, however, and it still smashed its delicious way into his body like spilled water into a sponge, bleeding into him, making him hungrier even while his need was quenched, soothing and energising him at once. He could taste the toxins of vodka and cigarettes in her system but they by no means overrode the luscious, coppery tang that became his whole reason for being here. The source of his existence and yet another reason to worship at her temple for as long as she allowed it.
The blood flow was slow on purpose, so that he could drag this moment out and enjoy it to the fullest... teasing himself while he finger-fucked her, wanting to make it gush so that it raged its way into him but saving that for his finale. He wasn\'t really sure why he was dragging everything out so much, because he was very often the hasty and selfish type. He supposed it had something to do with her being his first female in a while, a way of confirming what he\'d been missing out on (a way of convincing himself that it was worth it?). Plus, she was sexy as hell and responsive enough to keep him wanting to try harder to impress her; she was worth the effort.
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((Sorry my last one was a bit short and rubbish, I wanted it to be longer but my mum started yelling at me halfway through so I got a bit distracted…))
The constant attention from Tom, an added bonus of the whole ‘dead so don’t need to breathe’ thing, was driving Roz wild. Her fingers gripped tightly onto the pillow under her head as her other fingers dug into Tom’s back. She moaned softly, then more loudly as his thumb rubbed across her moist button, hitting just the right spot. Her hips rose and fell in time with the rhythm he had created, pushing his fingers and tongue into her body further as they moved together. Roz twisted her head to one side, writhing with pleasure, but trying not to move her body too much, she didn’t want to interrupt his amazing touch.
As Tom shifted down her legs a little Roz’ found her hand in his hair once again, no longer being able to reach his back, and buried her fingers in his gorgeously soft red hair, but didn’t pull this time and tried not to restrict his movement at all. Although she had half been expecting the bite, (why else would he have moved down her leg like that?), it still pleasantly surprised her, making her arch her back as the pain of his bite quickly turned into the brilliant feeling of being fed from.
The feeling of light-headedness made her body tingle with delight and she gave a short laugh of pleasure, followed by another moan that she just couldn’t keep in a moment longer. And despite his obvious delight in feeding from her Tom was somehow managing to keep his fingers moving, brushing against her g-spot every now and again, giving her enough pleasure to make her writhe, but not enough to make her come again yet, keeping her just on the edge.
His slow feeding gave Roz the same rush of adrenaline as a hasty one, but it made the joy of reaching the dazed feeling last longer, made her more aware of what was going on. She could feel every pulse of blood pumping from her body, eagerly received by Tom’s waiting mouth, his tongue brushing her skin every now and again. He was so unlike any other vampire she’d been with, not wanting to rush, enjoying every second and helping her to do the same, rather than just hurrying for that final feeling. She felt like she’d missed out so much before, every brush of his fingers and every pump of her blood was working up inside her, making the tingling in her body swell as time went on.
The girl felt a drop of blood that Tom had somehow managed to miss dripping down in between her legs and the hand wrapped through his hair shifted quickly, catching the drop on her middle finger then running her hand lightly along the arm that was working to bring her such pleasure. She could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing as he moved and wished she could feel his body pressing all over her rather than just her legs, but the pleasure he was bringing evened out that want.
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((Pfft... I didn\'t even notice! The thought of your mum hanging about while we write... this... amuses me :p Sorry I\'ve been slack on my replying :( ))
Knowing that he hadn\'t had nearly enough to sate him - nor to do her any lasting harm and prevent further feeding - the vampire closed off the wound in her thigh and began kissing his way back from whence his mouth had come. Although he was still keen to reach a sexual climax, the taste of her had, for now, lulled him into a very blissful state of langour. She was rolling through him like honey down a vine and he was happy to take a little time to savour it.
More thoughts of her blood compared to his last time with Reed wound calmly about his mind as his thumb surrendered to his tongue once more, and he flicked her enlarged bud with renewed purpose. He did take the time to taste around it, as well as press the flat of his tongue to it while his index finger joined his middle and the duo wriggled around ceaselessly, but mostly he stroked her clit smooth and fast. He realised that he was somewhat out of practice as an ache at the root of his tongue let its presence be known, but he ignored it determinedly. He obviously just needed to get back in to practice.
Plus, he was intent on dragging her into the same sweet state of happy lethargy that he\'d entered - via another orgasm. Her third would certainly occur once he was inside her, but he was introducing her to it gradually; starting with nothing, then with two fingers... eventually him. He was keen to get her over the edge for now, and then he would lay up on the bed and hold her while she shuddered, wrapped around her warmth until she subsided into the nice-but-not-completely-satisfied state he was in.
After that, of course - when they were both settled and could feel the bite of wanting again - he would remove his pants and fuck her. There was time, though, and quite a few steps on the journey before that stop. His writhing fingers began to pump into her, in perfect time with his lashing tongue.
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She was almost disappointed as his feeding subsided, and the feeling of her flesh healing tingled in her skin, but as he moved back up again the disappointment fled. She knew he had been drinking wslowly, and with the amount of time he\'d spent there, it was likely he would want more, and she had more to give.
Her whole body shuddered as his renewed energy worked on her clit. The sensation caused by his fingers set another wave of pleasure running through her body, her hips rising again to meet his lips, then sinking in time to his pumping fingers.
Roz felt lightheaded, but pleasantly, constantly wanting more, but one thing at a time. Her head rose, and she fixed her eyes on Tom as he probed and licked, needing to see the gorgeous creature doing this to her. Just as she had convinced herself that he was real her head rolled back again in the wonderful agony of his touch. She shut her eyes as her head fell back onto the pillow, her second orgasm of the night starting to surge through her body.
His fingers hit her g-spot over and over as his moist tongue flicked at her bud and the combined pleasure brought on a furious orgasm. Roz let out a loud yell of delight, not caring what people in the rooms next door might think. She had no name to trip from her tongue, so it was simply an undistinguished cry of delight as her fingers dug into the pillow under her head.
Her muscles tightened around the vampire\'s fingers as the shiver made it\'s way through her body, from her tightly gripping fingers to her toes curling with the feeling.
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Pleased that his efforts were not in vain, he drank her juices willingly and waited until the strongest waves of release had finished shuddering through her, then began kissing his way up her form, walking on his hands over her, dragging his lower body up because it made him feel more predatory. To gloat over his victory.
As he\'d planned, he rolled over her and curled himself up against her back, nudging her into turning onto her side. A clothed leg was flung over both of hers, an arm wrapped beneath her top one and cupping her breast while he nuzzled at her throat. He wanted to kiss her, but wouldn\'t unless she initiated such contact - having a mouthful of her cream and blood as he\'d had a few moments ago was not appealing to some women. Others didn\'t mind much at all. It was not something he was in the habit of forcing, unless the bitch had annoyed him.
This bitch was definitely not annoying. "You\'re sexy when you cum," he told her, kissing and licking her ear before at last laying his head on the pillow behind hers, face in her hair. His eyes fell closed as he settled in for a few minutes to enjoy the waning pleasure, knowing by the press of his unrequited dick that it wouldn\'t be long before the waxing began anew. "I love a woman unafraid to make noise," he murmured, giving her breast a squeeze and brushing her ass with the back of the hand that was wedged between them.
The beat of her slowing heart was echoing into his chest. It was at times such as these that he could almost remember what it was to be alive and fragile. Almost.
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Roz lay still, recovering from the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. She smiled as Tom crawled up her body, making an agreeable sound in her throat to show how much she enjoyed his touch and the way he moved over her, his stelthy movements making her feel like she was completely in his control. Roz didn\'t always like that feeling, it was great to take charge sometimes, but with Tom, she trusted that whatever he wanted to do was going to be right.
Her body responded easily to his touch, turning on to her side, and snuggling close to his body as he surrounded her. She moved her arm backwards over his arm and body, lightly touching the bare skin of his side and back. She turned her head to face him a little more, leaning her body back onto his so she could turn further. She smiled up at the ceiling, listening to his words and enjoying the feel of his lips brushing against her ear and nuzzling her neck.
"I\'d say the same, but I don\'t know yet. I can say for sure you\'re goddamn sexy when you\'re making me cum." She turned her head a little more, catching his mouth with hers and kissing him passionately. She didn\'t care that he tasted of blood and her other fluids, if anything it was even more of a turn on, and besides, it was all hers anyway, why bother being squeamish about it? Her tongue rolled around his, brushing lightly with her metal stud, a promise of what was to come if he desired. "Hopefully I\'ll find out soon," she murmured, pressing her ass backwards against his hand and swollen groin.
Roz slid her hand around from his back around to his front, her slight hand sliding inbetween his body and his hand. She lightly squeezed his bulge, wanting him to be just as happy as she was. Although for the moment he seemed to be satisfied, she was sure it wasn\'t going to last long and when he was ready to start again, whether it be drinking or fucking, Roz was up for it.
"I love it when you make me yell like that," she said in a husky voice, before kissing him again, nibbling on his lower lip
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He growled low in his throat as she cupped him and bit at his lip, encouraging the increased level of his own arousal since he was now focussing on his stirring sexual appetite. He kissed her hotly, communicating his growing need, and then abruptly fell away from her, rolling onto his back in the middle of the bed. His blue eyes stared expectantly at her, challenging her wordlessly to do something about what she\'d felt with her hand... to follow through.
He wriggled slightly, so that his long legs had room to spread a little, and placed both hands behind his head. He didn\'t touch his jeans, despite the near-pain of leaving his hard cock repressed beneath a layer of briefs and denim. He was looking at her like she should be the one to do that, like he wanted nothing more in the world at that particular moment than for her to work a little of the magic she had stored within her on him. He was ready for her hand... her mouth... her tits... her pussy. He wanted it all, in no particular order, though his gaze returned frequently to her luscious lips.
Remembering that she had a tongue piercing sent a jolt of lust spearing through him; yet another reminder of his last sexual encounter, where he\'d received a blowjob that just about had him on his knees with the glory of it. Even if it had been from a man - he\'d had a tongue piercing and knew fabulous ways to use it - it\'d been the best head he could remember in his long history of getting blown. Of course, his memory was also a bit of a detriment in this area but the fact remained that Roz had quite a reputation to live up to. And Tom couldn\'t wait for her to get started.
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As he rolled away from her Roz fell onto her back as well because she was leaning on his a little, but instead of staying on her back, she quickly shifted to leaning up on her elbow, watching him with a smile on her lips. As he arranged himself into a more comfortable position she trailed her fingers over his stomach, twirling around his navel then moving lower, pausing at the top of his jeans. She knew exactly what he wanted, and as much fun as it would be to tease him some more, she didn’t really want to. She wanted to please him.
The girl leant down, kissing Tom passionately one last time, then shifted smoothly down the bed. Keeping her eyes on Tom’s her fingers worked the button and fly on his jeans, un-doing them easily and releasing the pressure from the denim on his cock. She ran her fingers under the denim and back up to the top of the jeans, before carefully pulling down both the jeans and his briefs, not wanting either to get in the way. She slid them all the way down his legs and tossed them on the floor after she’d freed him from them, before turning her attentions back to where they were required.
Roz swung her leg over his, but didn’t put any weight on them, just getting a better angle, and letting him feel more of the warmth of her body next to his. She grinned as she finally let herself focus on the thing she had first noticed so long ago. She wrapped her hand around his penis, lightly stroking her thumb over the head of his cock. Her fingers slowly moved down his shaft, not using much pressure, there wasn’t enough lubrication yet for that.
Leaning down him Roz licked the tip of his enlarged member, her eyes flicking up to meet his again with a grin on her face, teasing for a few moments before engulfing him in her warm moist mouth. Her teeth were kept well out of the way as her lips tightened around his shaft, moving up and down, using the tip of her tongue to play on his sensitive skin. Her hand cupped around his balls as the metal ball on her tongue came into play, her fingers moving expertly as her tongue did the same.
She put more effort into her movements than normal, wanting to please him more than she had anyone for a long time, perhaps since Kieran. He had taught her almost everything she knew, from sex to vampires, and although Roz had adapted slightly, as every man was different, she had never felt the same way about anyone. She leant closer, taking more of him into her mouth, her breasts brushing against his legs as she moved, receptive to his reactions and concentrating on more on what he seemed to like.
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The vampire enjoyed her show immensely, reaching down to stroke her hair or her shoulder when he could reach and she was removing his clothes (at long last), placing it back behind his head when he was naked and she was moving sensously over him. He did enjoy the way she straddled him, making him feel coveted but not crowded, starting up her ministrations slowly.
His eyes dropped shut when she first closed her mouth around him - the sweetness of it too much to bear with open eyes - but the glimpse he\'d caught of the way she was looking at him as she did it, soon had him making eye contact again; she was wickedly good at pleasing a man and she knew it. He adored it. Her tongue was like a cool breeze across a hot skillet, causing him to flinch, shudder and growl his appreciation at her, his grin sly and growing. His hips lifted and fell gently as he pressed his cock into her mouth, wanting to bury himself in that warmth, to spray over those lips, to have her swallow... but, quite simply, he wanted to fuck her more.
The ball in her tongue was little more than titillation and her breasts weren\'t making contact nearly firmly enough, so he eventually let his ass lay on the mattress and reached down to cup her chin, tilting it so that she was looking up at him. "C\'mere," he beckoned softly and urged her to crawl up him and lay along his body, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her languidly. His hands strayed over her shoulders and traced the curves of her back, everything about her feeling soft and welcoming - to the point of distraction.
He squeezed her ass then reached over and down between her thighs to feed his cock into her, slowly. The angle wasn\'t perfect, but he was long enough that it felt glorious anyway; he let out a noise akin to a grunt mixed with a sigh when he felt her beautiful tunnel around most of him. He grabbed her cheeks and rocked her up and down his length with a deliberate lack of haste, the movements small and erotic to him, accompanied as they were by the tangling of their tongues and soft presses of lips. Suddenly, he couldn\'t get enough of kissing her, his head raised off the pillow just so that the contact wouldn\'t break.
He raised a leg so that one foot was flat on the mattress and able to push, but the urgency to plunge deep inside her was becoming too much, on top of all the other teasing he\'d wrung out of her tonight. He\'d watched her moan and writhe, seen her skin flush with solitary pleasure and been happy for it; but the thought of those muscles clenching as she came around his cock had him too preoccupied to keep up the slow stroke to the finish. He held her to him and flipped them both quite suddenly, still kissing her as she landed on her back and he savoured the feeling of pinning her down. His knees moved fowards and found support so that he could pump into her a little harder, alleviating some of his weight - but since he was still hugging and kissing her passionately, his top half was still leaning mostly upon her, flattening her breasts deliciously against his chest.
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Roz raised her head as he steered her chin upwards, smiling as she moved up his body. She was a little put out, no man had ever stopped her half way through a blow job before, but she wanted to fuck him, so she wasn’t about to complain. She pressed her body against his as they kissed, loving the feeling of his hands running over her body, his fingers tightening around her ass. She rested her hand lightly on his shoulder, squeezing with her fingers occasionally, letting him know she was enjoying every moment of this. Her tongue pressed against his, wanting to taste him as much as she could, not wanting to separate from him at all.
Her legs were still apart as she sat over his body, so when he started moving into her there were no problems. The girl let him move her, glad that he hadn’t reached for a condom, because trying to explain why she couldn’t use them would really have ruined the mood a little. Roz let out a small moan against his lips as he moved into her, his slow pace driving her crazy. She wanted to move faster, but trusted him to build up to it, and the slow motions were a lot more interesting, she could feel him sliding so easily into her, and the feelings were gorgeous.
She was surprised by the sudden shift of positions, and let out a grunt as she hit the bed and his weight pressed down onto her. The noise of shock was soon changed into a long moan of pleasure as he sped up his movements and the hand which had been on his shoulder wrapped around his neck, gripping him tight to her body, even though he couldn’t really be much closer. Her hips lifted against his as he hit her g-spot again, pounding against it with each thrust and she let out another cry of joy, which was muffled by Tom’s lips pressing against hers.
The feeling on him pinning her down, putting pressure on her like he was, was thrilling. He’d already made her cum twice tonight, and Roz knew it wasn’t going to be long before he managed again. Like Tom had done before Roz raised her knee, pressing her foot down on the bed to keep her body a little more steady as he pounded into her. This meant his movement’s stopped moving her up the bed as he pushed into her, so he was going in further, hitting harder.
It wasn’t long before the feeling that was growing quite familiar tonight started spreading through her body again. Roz was amazed, no man had made her orgasm so often in such a short time. Her muscles started contracting furiously and Roz pushed her head upwards against Tom’s lips and then pulled back, tilting her head backwards as she let out another moan, her body shuddering with the joy of it. Her muscles contracted around his cock as he carried on moving, making her orgasm last longer than the previous ones, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she groaned.
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Her tilted head exposed her throat, the target like a flower filled with pollen for a bee, to his heated gaze. He couldn\'t resist the sweetness of her, even if he\'d wanted to. As he rutted, he leaned forward and bit into her throat, just as she began to clench around him. The twin sensations of her climax and the fresh spurt of her blood into his mouth had something desperate inside him clamouring for immediate attention, his own orgasm starting at his toes and working its way up to his balls before exploding through him as he came in her. It continued to wash out to his extremities in pounding, delicious waves and he grunted as he drank every drop that fell upon his tongue, unable to resist crying out at the power of it.
When, after eight or nine spurts of semen, the feelings began to subside within him, he closed off her throat wound - keen to possibly take some more later, if she didn\'t prove too light headed - and slowed his rapid strokes down to languishing, relishing ones, enjoying the feeling of filling her, withdrawing as he softened, and being able to slide into her once again. It was beautiful and had him grinning from ear to ear as he covered her face and throat with kisses of adoration, feeling love for her in the wake of that gorgeous moment, wanting to hold onto her for eternity and not let her change a thing.
He didn\'t, of course. Didn\'t even last ten minutes, in fact. When he was completely flaccid, he gave up trying to stay inside her and instead fell onto his side - keeping his sticky cock away from her, but a leg draped over hers regardless - with an arm flung across her stomach and a hand on her breast. His lips nuzzled through her hair to her ear, her cheek, her temple, the smile still apparent.
"Fuck," he exclaimed softly, "that was brilliant. I didn\'t hurt you, did I?" he murmured, leaning down to place a kiss where he\'d bitten, then letting his head fall back beside hers, eyes now an intense blue after he\'d cum so thoroughly.
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Roz gasped at the pain of him ripping into her throat, but it was quickly replaced by the luscious feeling of her blood seeping out of her body, and his hot semen filling her. A murmur of pleasure escaped her lips as his movement slowed and he healed her, her sharp grip turning into a smooth running of her fingers over his skin. The girl moved slightly under him, basking in his attentions, responding to his movements while they continued.
Her smile was wide as he lay beside her, kissing and exploring her skin further. Her head tilted to the side, watching him as he spoke, the grin still playing on her lips. That had to be the most intense experience she’d ever had, the surprise of him starting feeding just as they orgasmed was still making her body tingle.
“You’re bloody right, that was amazing,” Roz said, her voice soft as she agreed. She slowly rolled onto her side, leaning on one elbow, facing Tom and those beautiful bright blue eyes. She frowned slightly as she gazed into them, sure they hadn’t been that bright before, but she was feeling a little dazed, maybe they had been and she just couldn’t remember properly.
“No, well, yes, it hurt, but not in a bad way,” she said, still with the slightly amazed look in her eyes. She let her head fall back on the pillow as Tom did, then reached out and touched his cheek lightly, stroking tenderly, loving every second of being with him. “They…they weren’t that colour before, were they? They’re so gorgeous,” she said, hoping she wasn’t just imaging things, feeding had never had that effect on her before. But then again she’d never been with anyone like Tom before.
As she spoke the arm under her reached out, lightly running over his torso, loving the feel of him next to her, so close. The girl hated the fact that in just a few hours he was going to want her gone, and she would probably never see him again. But that wasn’t going to be until dawn, she just had to appreciate the here and now and she was definitely enjoying the feel of his arm across her and the sight of him in front of her.
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"My eyes?" he questioned, with a chuckle, then reached across to kiss her, simply because he wanted to. "They change colour. They\'re usually close to the colour of my hair - they would\'ve been when we met, I guess," he shrugged, knowing the habits of his irises but not particularly concerned with them. He gave her a devilish grin, however, as he said his final sentence. "The more excited I get, the bluer they get, so you would\'ve been getting them to change, yeh."
On the spur of the moment, he sprang up out of the bed, went into the bathroom and started the hot tub filling with piping hot water - none of this tepid shit for him, he planned to have her in there until their skins were wrinkly and the water turned cold. The longer it took for that to happen, the better, in his opinion - even if it bordered on painful at the beginning.
"Filling the hot tub," he explained cheerfully as he bounced back onto the bed beside her, hands automatically reclaiming her as they roamed possessively over her exposed skin and he slid a leg between hers. He placed a kiss on her shoulder, then smiled at her as he rested his head on his hand, elbow bent to support it. "Shouldn\'t take too long - you said you were keen to have a go, yeah?"
He knew he was keen to clean them both off so they could start again, plus he had other plans for the tub... for being underwater near her thighs... where he didn\'t have to breathe. She ought to like that and he was keen to keep his tongue\'s practice up.
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Roz nodded slightly as he explained about his eyes and a grin lit up her face at what he said about her getting him excited. He had the same effect on her.
She propped herself up on one elbow as he sprung off the bed, giving a laugh at his joyful bounding around. He was like an excitable child, but so much better.
"Oh, I am definitely still keen," Roz said with a smirk, squeezing her legs together securely around his and leaning forward to kiss him again. She could feel his semen starting to ooze back out of her, and couldn\'t wait to get into the tub, cleaning herself up, and helping get him clean as well, and she was sure that getting clean wasn\'t all they were going to be doing in there.
"It had better be good and hot," she murmured, gazing into his bright blue eyes with a grin. She loved having her baths almost too hot to bare, and she didn\'t doubt Tom would be much the same.
After stealing another kiss Roz sat up and slid down to the end of the bed, running a hand through her hair as she dangled her legs over the dge, then stood up. The way she gracefully moved across the room contrast beautifully with the way he had bounded energetically into the bathroom. Roz bit her lip excitedly as she was the bathroom and the hot tub, looking forward to getting in there with him.
She trailed her fingers through the hot water, it was perfect, almost too hot to touch. "You coming or what?" she called out to the vampire, watching as the water slowly filled the tub. As it neared the rim Roz twisted the tap, stemming the flow of the water. She placed herself on the edge of the tub and swung her legs over the edge, lowering them slowly into the water.
A small sigh escaped her lips as the hot water seeped over her body and she slowed lowered the rest of her body into the tub. Her arms trailed over the back edge of the tub as she slowly got used to the temperature, and waited for her companion to join her. The cold edge of the tub was a glorious contrast to the hot water and the skin on her arms was soon raised by goosebumps.
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"Yeah, yeah, keep your pubes on," he joked, bending over the control panel set at the end of the spa, in an effort to figure out how to make the jets work. "Ah!" he exclaimed as he finally noticed there was a master on/off switch beside all the knobs he\'d been fiddling with and, with one flick, achieved a steady hum filling the room as the water around Roz began to burble. The hotel\'s supplied soap solution had been put in while the water was running and had frothed slightly, but with the added agitation of the jets now, the foam began to increase noticeably.
He didn\'t waste any more time getting into the water, groaning a little as he floated across to perch on the scalloped seat beside her, glorying in the heat smothering him. There were jets hitting his back once he got to sitting, eliciting another moan of satisfaction. "Does that feel good or what?" he asked rhetorically, his hand seeking out her thigh through the water and giving it a squeeze as he flashed his dimples at her. He slouched down in his seat a little more, interested in seeing if he could bury all of his long self beneath the surface. He found he had to curl up and entangle his legs with hers a bit, as well as turn to face her slightly, but he managed it in the end.
"What\'s your name, anyway?" he asked suddenly, finally curious about her. His grin didn\'t fade because he was very proud of himself for being so gauche as to ask such a question at this late stage of the evening.
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Roz let out a giggle as the water around her suddenly started frothing up around her, a jet massaging her back as she sank lower into the water, letting the bubbles cover her shoulders as she let out a moan of agreement. She turned her body a little more towards his, grinning as he squeezed her thigh and felt his legs tangling up with hers under the water.
"Roz," she replied, as she scooped a handful of foam up into her hands and plopped it on top of his head with another laugh, "Gorgeous," she said, smiling at him and dropping her hand under the water again, letting her fingers roam over his stomach, but not going lower again just yet.
"What\'s yours?" she asked, lifting a hand again and drawing sideburns down from his hair with the bubbles, gazing at him intently as she waited for his answer, and did his bubble haircut whilst her other hand moved over his body.
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He shrugged, feeling very suddenly - and surprisingly - possessive of the name his best friend had given him six years beforehand, and interested in her enough that he felt he could tell her the truth.
"I dunno\'," he said honestly, reciprocating her bubble game and putting a dollop on the top of her head - he wasn\'t nearly as creative as she was, though. "I have a shit memory and it never seemed important. I went through too many years where nobody even talked to me and my name got swallowed up. People rarely ask, you know?" he said, with another shrug, and found himself floating over to her, hovering close enough to kiss her. So he did. "I mean I have fake names and passports and bank accounts and such, but none of them is real. I\'ll probably never remember who I was once was - and I don\'t give a fuck about it."
"I usually ask people what they want to call me and that does me, because I don\'t hang \'round anyone long enough for it to matter. And women usually just end up calling me God, anyway," he smirked, placing playful kisses upon her kiss-swollen lips as he whispered a mocking, "Oh, God! Oh, God, yes!" in between each. He pulled back to give her a wicked smile.
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Roz raised an eyebrow slightly as he spoke, surprised that he hadn’t even bothered to give a name he liked most. She would hate to be called something different by everyone, she wouldn’t feel quite like herself, it would be like being a load of different people all at once. She smiled slightly as he put bubbles on her head, and as he moved closer to her Roz floated upward a little in the water, wrapping her legs around his waist like they had been in the lift, but this time with the water supporting her body. She was tempted to feel sorry for him, but the vampire seemed to have gotten over not having a real name, and his jokey tone gave the impression he didn’t mind too much.
She splashed a little water at him playfully when he spoke, mocking all the women who thanked God for what they were receiving. “Hmm, well I’m not going to thank God for you, everything you’ve done so far has been all you,” Roz said, catching his lips again for another kiss, then pulling back to look at him thoughtfully. “Do you seriously want me to pick a name to call you? Or do you have one you like more than others?” she asked, then leant closer, kissing his neck, just under his ear, letting her lips play lightly on his skin. “I suppose I could call you God, if you ask really nicely,” she said, speaking quietly into his ear as she pressed her body closer against his.
All of her skin was sensitive from the heat, making every touch of his skin against hers leave a tingling feeling. Even though his words told her that it was unlikely they would be spending more time than tonight together, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to see him again. But she tried quickly to push that thought aside. She was normally like Tom, not hanging around longer than she had to, but he was so much fun, even when they weren’t fucking.
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He grinned at her sassy declaration that she wouldn\'t thank God for him when it was his skills alone that had brought her pleasure. Damn straight. Then she was pressing her lips to his ear and, combined with those gorgeous legs wrapped around him, he felt worshipped anyway, especially since she offered to call him God if he asked. He allowed the shiver of awareness to travel through him to the point that he moved against her, his arms sliding around her and the flat of his hands roaming over her back as they bobbed about a little - though he had fallen into a kneeling position on the bottom of the spa quite naturally, and anchored them around the centre of it.
"I don\'t mind what you call me - as long as you call me again when you want some fun," he smirked, pulling away from another kiss to look into her eyes. The heat and splashes of water had effected her makeup but there was something in him that preferred the wrecked look to smooth and coiffed, at this stage of the evening. She looked thoroughly fucked and happy, glowing like a miniature sun in the evaporating steam and bubbles of the churning water, feeling like a myrmidon Goddess beneath it and flirting madly with him even though she\'d already won his heart. He loved that shit.
"What would you name me?" he murmured curiously, floating forward to lick her collarbones, flicking them as he went just to see if it tickled her. "Considering God\'s out of the question because you already know I don\'t ask for anything nicely, let alone something as useles as a name," he laughed, fingers now having strayed from her back to be playing with her ass once more (not prodding at the entrance, but taking turns sliding slowly up and down the valley between the cheeks). Her shoulders were delicious; he nibbled at them, too.
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Roz’ face lit up even brighter than before if it was possible as he said she should call him sometime. “You bet I will,” she said with a grin, rolling her shoulder back a little as his hands roamed over her back, loving the feel of it. She loved the way he was looking at her as well, although she knew that she must look a bit of a state right now, her make up smudged and steamed, and with bubbles in her hair. But he didn’t seem to care.
She giggled and wriggled her shoulders again as his tongue tickled her collar bone, then looked at him thoughtfully, trying to think of a name. Her gaze wandered around the room for inspiration as his lips played on her shoulders, giving a contented sigh as his fingers played over her ass.
“You could be a Michael, but that seems too ordinary for you,” Roz said, dismissing the name as soon as it rolled off her tongue, it didn’t feel right. “But then something like Wolfgang is just too weird,” she said, turning her head slightly to kiss his ear, the only place she could reach as he kissed her shoulder. It was so tempting to call him Kieran, but she couldn’t do that, to either of them. They were too different, and she couldn’t slip back like that.
“What about Louis?” she asked, “I always liked that name, for some strange reason,” she said, pulling back and looking at him, trying to work out if the name fitted, “I had a goldfish named Louis once,” she added thoughtfully. Her first pet, God, she’d loved that fish. She lifted her hands out of the water, running them over his head, brushing away the foam and wetting his hair. “What do you think? How would you feel having me scream out ‘Louis’ as you fucked me? Does it fit you? Could you respond to it?” she asked, tilting her head to once side, her eyes focused intensely on his bright blue eyes.
She leant forwards again, pushing her body against his as she breathed her words into his ear, “Are you going to fuck me again Louis?” she asked in a calm voice as though she was just testing out the name, before nibbling lightly on his ear.
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"Sure," he said as she finished speaking, meaning it as an answer to all her questions. Sure he could respond to being called Louis; sure, he could handle hearing her scream it out while he was fucking her; sure, he was going to fuck her again (just not, initially, the way she expected it to happen).
He reached up to cup her face with his right hand - his left still playing with her ass - running his thumb across the cheekbone beneath her left eye as if he was wiping away makeup, but he was only doing it for the sake of touching her. This was evidenced by the way he took a few silent moments to look her over, his gaze roving over her features as if he was committing this moment, that expression, to memory, because she was precious to him and every second counted. He wore a contemplative half smile as he did, his thoughts returning to the name she\'d chosen.
He supposed he might be missing out, by not having an identity to share with people - or it could certainly be interpreted that way - but he\'d never really put a lot of thought into it. Most of his existence was spent in such a state of denial, for he couldn\'t exactly share with anyone and everyone he met that he was a vampire - not even his closest buddies knew. Really, who openly declared every aspect of themselves whenever they spent five minutes with a complete stranger anyway? It wasn\'t as if people meeting on the street stopped to tell others their birthdates, favourite sexual position, when they\'d last taken a shit and how often they masturbated. A name could be as intimate, depending on the circumstances - such as the ones Roz described now. Hearing a name lustily cried out in the throes of orgasm made it more meaningful than, say, having it offhandedly called out in the office of a mechanic who\'d finished working on your car.
Yes, a name meant something, but so did his being a vampire and not being able to tell the one was much the same as the other, in his opinion. Those of a cynical mindset might believe he did it for attention, but the truth was far from that straightforward. It had been an accident, and one he sometimes regretted; he\'d been lost to the mortal race when he was embraced and after that, he\'d lost a lot of everything else. His name went, too, because he\'d been far too busy exploring his darker side, killing and plundering throats at a whim, and losing himself in the pleasure, to pay any attention to the trappings of mortality he\'d sacrificed.
Every way he looked at it, he was lost to something, or someone and he couldn\'t reclaim himself. Except with Reed.
As these melancholy thoughts drifted through his mind, he decided early on that he didn\'t want her reading them in his eyes. He didn\'t want to appear to have his focus shifted off her, so his mouth drifted ever lower from her shoulder, sucking on nipples that occasionally surfaced to touch the night air, and then down to her tattooed navel.
His actual destination was reached not too long afterward and he held her lower body exactly where he wanted it, submerged at about half the water\'s depth, his tongue quickly reclaiming her clitoris. Even though they\'d been in water, she hadn\'t opened herself to wash and he delighted in the leftover tastes he found there - even his own. Parting her lips exposed her to the swirling motions of the soapy water, though, and he soon lost the taste of their sex as he explored every part of her delicious cunt, fingers, lips and tongue brushing and fucking at everything they could to get her worked up (he could vaguely hear any loud noises she might make, even through the din of the jets and sloshing water).
After he thought he\'d spent enough time preparing her for another climax, he reached for his secret weapon - a retractable hose with a miniature shower-head style end, that sat near the bottom on the wall side and could be pulled out for a shower-type experience in the hot tub. He doubted anyone had ever bothered to use it for that purpose - ever - and he intended to follow suit. He pointed the hard-running jet directly at her clit, then moved it away to lick it, then pulled it back to pound water vibrations on her most sensitive sex organ... repeating until it was his world, a rhythm borne of the changing pressure to her clit that he echoed with two fingers pumping into her tunnel, listening for her to cry out any fucking thing she wanted while he silently attended to her needs beneath the water.
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As Tom ran his thumb over his cheek Roz did the same to him, placing a hand on the side of his face, gazing into his eyes. She was glad she finally had a name for him, but wished it was his real one. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, but now just didn’t seem to be the right time.
She was proven right by his short answer and the way his kisses started moving downwards. She made a quiet noise in the back of her throat as he sucked on her nipples then kept moving downwards. Her fingers moved downwards with his head, entwining gently with his hair. For a moment she was worried about why he wasn’t coming back up to breathe, but then she remembered, he didn’t breathe. He wasn’t hindered by such human needs.
Roz tilted her head backwards, dipping her hair into the water, moaning as he explored her body, concentrating on her most sensitive areas. His tongue combined with the swirling water made her writhe softly in his grasp, another groan escaping her lips. Her eyes shut with the ecstasy of what he was doing, so she didn’t notice where his hands were moving to work the shower head.
The sudden rippling pleasure the surging water created sent another shiver running through her body and Roz cried out, but the name she’d given him just wouldn’t come out, it wasn’t right to call him something he wasn’t. She gasped as the sudden pressure was gone, replaced by his swirling tongue again, then it was back on. As he built up his rhythm Roz moved one of her hands from his head to the side of the tub, gripping tightly to steady herself. Her hips bucked forwards, sending his fingers further into her body, hitting her sensitive insides and she moaned again loudly.
Her blood was pounding through her arteries, so loud she was sure he would be able to hear it under the water and her fingers tightened as the waves or an orgasm flowed through her body. Her breath was coming in gasps as her muscles tightened around his fingers. Her whole body was tingling from the glorious pressure and she couldn’t believe how considerate he was being. Everything he was doing tonight was perfect; she knew she would definitely try to find him again sometimes. Her fluid rushed from her body, mixing with the water as she cried out again with pleasure, letting him know exactly how amazing everything he was doing felt.
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He let the hose retract on its inbuilt spring - or whatever pulled it back into its spot - and surfaced silently, only his eyes above the water for a moment, like a shark swimming toward her. Once he was closer and had her wrapped in his arms, though, a mischievous grin was revealed, followed by a proud chuckle.
"I didn\'t hear a name... " he hinted as he spun himself behind her and sat in one of the molded seats (as best he could, with all the moving water making him float). His arms were across her body - one hand on a breast gently squeezing, the other habitually cupping her sex and rubbing a casual finger over her calming clit - holding her tightly to him. The rod that had slipped naturally between her ass cheeks would have told her how much he enjoyed pleasuring her - and how he was nearly ready for a second innings himself.
"But then again, I didn\'t really need to, because I felt your every reaction anyway. You are an expressive little cummer," he smirked, kissing her neck and realising that the water was becoming cold. Was cold, really, and they were both clean enough for the time being. While he was finishing his sentence, he stood from the water, adjusting his grip on her so that he carried her like a bride and stepped - not over a threshold - out of the hot tub and onto the mat beside it. He set her on her feet and then grabbed a towel for each of them, passing hers to her with a familiar little kiss. "I\'ve decided I do like hot tubs - I\'ll have to have one put into my house," he grinned.
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A smile spread over her lips as she watched him coming closer then emerging from the water, giving a little laugh at his smug sounding chuckle. She gave a contented little sigh as he wrapped his arms around her them shifted behind her, pulling her onto the seat on top of him. She tilted her head backwards again and to one side, resting it on his strong shoulder, enjoying feeling his fingers moving over her so softly, and the feel of his swelling member rubbing against her ass.
“It didn’t fit you when it came to it. I can’t call you something when it isn’t your name,” she said in a soft voice, falling silent again as he spoke. She grinned at his words, “I do try,” she said, smirking as he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck, more out of habit than security; she felt completely safe in his arms. Her feet found the floor as he lowered her down and she accepted the towel as she did the kiss, with a warm smile.
She patted down her hot damp skin as she walked over to the sink in the bathroom, then after wrapping the towel around her waist, leaving her breasts bare, Roz rubbed some soap over her face and splashed it off with water, cleaning off the smudged make-up. After a moment she turned back to him, her now clean face gazing into his eyes.
Slowly she walked back towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist as she gazed up at him, a smile playing on her lips. “When you do, can I come play in it?” she asked with a playful grin, standing on tip-toes as she pressed up against his body, her breasts pushing against him as his rod did the same to her.
She hadn’t noticed before that he was almost a foot taller than her, with her shoes on it had been no where near that much. “Either I’m gonna have t’ put on my shoes again or we should go back to that big comfy bed you’ve got through there,” she said with a grin, sliding past him and slipping her hand into his to guide him through after her.
Roz sat down on the bed again, sliding her body slowly further onto the bed as she watching his bright blue eyes. “Where abouts do you live?” she asked curiously, wondering where he might be settling down if he could afford to stay in a hotel like this. She knew exactly how aroused he was and it was really quite amusing to her to have such a normal sounding conversation when he was standing at full attention. As she waited for his answer Roz pulled a hair tie from her wrist and tied her damp hair back into a loose bun, getting it out of the way for whatever he planned next and keeping the dampness from chilling her back.
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He walked around and lay on the bed behind her, sort of curled towards her should she lay back with him, now completely dry and smelling of the deodorant he\'d applied from habit. He\'d been too busy telling her that of course she could play in his hot tub when it was installed to notice that his ablutions routine had taken hold. He smoothed her back with a large, warm hand while she tied her hair up, given to laughter when she asked where he lived.
"I have no fucking clue! I only bought the house a couple of days ago and it\'s this miserable little box at the moment. I didn\'t pay attention to where it was, only that it\'s not in too fancy a suburb because security is a pain in the ass and I couldn\'t be fucked dealing with something huge and expensive."
The touch on her back - heated deliciously and to extraordinary degrees compared to her usual, mortal warmth, thanks to the bath - had led to him sitting up as he spoke, leaning on an elbow and sliding closer to be able to press his lips to her shoulder blades. He liked her tattoos and admired the dragon by kissing its shape while his right hand slid around to cup her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them with growing ardour. He knew the water would have taken away all her lubrication and he\'d have to re-establish some slickness to fuck her long and slow like he wanted, and he was in no hurry to get that to happen. Her body was his new favourite toy.
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Roz smiled as he spoke and ran his hand over her back. By the sound of it Tom had great plans for his house, the inside at least. She rolled her shoulder blades back as she lowered her hands from her hair, leaning back a little on her arms. A small murmur made its way from the back of her throat as his kisses ran over her back and he cupped her breasts.
She slowly leant backwards; bringing her legs up onto the bed next to her and lay down on her side in the hollow made by his leaning on his elbow. She was facing away from him, but because he was leaning up on his elbow she could still see him above her, and would be able to unless he lay down again. Tucking her lower arm under her head for support, she still gave Tom access to her breasts and shoulders if he wanted to continue kissing them. She was tired from the previous orgasms, but in a good way, and if he wanted to carry on, like she thought he did, she would be more than willing to continue.
Roz raised her hand above her, lightly running her fingers down his cheek, smiling at the feel of the now warm skin, it was like he was human, just so much better. She still felt a little light-headed from the previous feedings, but knew that if he wanted more he would be able to take it without doing any harm and she was willing to let him take it. Anything to make him feel like he had done for her. She was really starting to feel quite selfish getting all this attention from him, but it was all his choice.
“How long have you been a vampire?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t going to mind all the questions she was asking, some people got a bit funny about things like that.
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He\'d moved from his elbow up onto his hand, fascinated by watching her move, the play of her muscles beneath her skin, the pulse that moved within her, the heart whose beat he could hear above all else in the quiet room. His hands touched her everywhere, not necessarily aiming to arouse, just to feel and understand... what it was about her. Women.
He was suddenly transfixed with contemplating the nature of attraction. What made him want to touch her all over, to worship her flesh with his body, to bring her repeated pleasure? Was it just because she was soft? A fortnight before, he\'d been with a man - someone he actually cared about - yet these urges to explore weren\'t present. The wish to bring pleasure, yes, but not... the need to caress and kiss every pore, yet the sex had been fantastic and the blood... superior. What made the two so different and why did he crave the one he wouldn\'t choose (if he could make such a choice)? It just didn\'t seem fair.
Then again, millions of mortals lived the same way; men fucking women for pleasure but seeking the company of other men to pursue the interests that captivated their souls and imaginations. Sharing a deep bond with one and a physical match of convenience with the other. He supposed he wasn\'t much different after all, and that disappointed him, because he was loathe to imitate anything mortal. He was part of an elite race, the top of the food chain, he couldn\'t see why the rules should be the same for him.
"Fucked if I know," he laughed breathily, trying to want her less and imagining Reed in her place. All it did was cause a tug in a place other than his cock, somewhere in his chest and gut. Was that... excitement... pleasure at the thought of being with Reed like this? Emotions, certainly - of what exact nature, he couldn\'t say. So which meant the most?
He was getting himself more tangled every time he tried to introduce a new factor for consideration, so he simply gave up. The fact was, he couldn\'t stop himself wanting her right now, any more than he could stop existing. She was here with him, malleable and willing, and Reed wasn\'t... and that was... okay. Well, it was the way it was. For now.
"I can\'t even remember my name and you expect me to remember when I was sired?" he chided teasingly, flicking her towel aside and leaning down to trace her navel tattoo with his tongue, dipping in every now and then, while his hand stroked up and down each long leg. "It\'s about two hundred years. A little more," he conceded with a shrug she would have felt rather than seen, grazing her stomach with his teeth. "How long have you known about vampires?"
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Roz rolled over onto her back so that he would have better access to her stomach an wherever else he might want to explore, stretching her arms out above her head. “I dunno, people can sometimes remember different things, some things stick better than others,” she said with a bit of a shrug as he moved her towel aside.
Two hundred years. That was a long time. It probably didn’t seem so long to some vampires, but to Roz? That was ten times longer than she’d been alive. Just imagine how much he must have seen in his life, well, death.
Her stomach muscles tensed a little under the scrape of his teeth of her skin, but the relaxed again as she got used to it. Her eyes focused on the ceiling of the hotel room, tilting her head to one side as she thought about his question. It seemed like so much longer than it really was, but then again it felt like only yesterday that Kieran had been ripped out of her life. Since then her life had just been one long blur.
“Two years, two and a half,” she said quietly, still gazing up at the ceiling as his fingers tickled her skin so lightly. “I was living with him for a while before I realised, how stupid is that? How could I not have known?” she said, half to herself, not really expecting an answer. She shook her head slightly, trying to knock this depressed feeling out of her body, to focus on those delicious touches.
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"Him?" he questioned astutely, realising she\'d lived with a vampire but it was more the way she spoke of the other man that had him intrigued. She wasn\'t looking at him, she was staring at the ceiling and not appearing particularly happy while she did, so he could only assume that she had some bad memories associated with the other vampire.
That was, of course, bad for him, for he could sense the mood dying. He decided he\'d better do his best to get this out of the way as fast as possible, given that he wasn\'t overly interested in other people\'s sordid relationships - though another vampire was a different enough story to have him willing to listen - but he was interested in another fuck. He had his priorities (always him), after all.
He lay down and pulled her closer to him, encouraging her to look at him with two gentle fingers pressed to her chin. "Vampires can be very good at hiding themselves, especially when those around them don\'t wish to see. Tell me about yours," he instructed, wanting to understand what had made her spark die (momentarily, he hoped) and resisting the urge to continue his caresses.
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As his fingers directed her chin Roz gazed into his bright blue eyes, wishing that she’d never mentioned it, damn, she’d just ruined the mood, hopefully they’d able to get it back soon. But he’d asked, so she would tell him. Briefly.
“He taught me everything I know about vampires, Risk, love. But the stupid idiot got caught in the sunlight and…died, burnt up, how the fuck does that happen? You’re fucking already dead,” she said, an angry snap in her voice as she pressed her hand against Tom’s chest. She pounded her hand against his chest lightly, clenching her hand into a fist. “It’s not fair,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “It’s not fucking fair.”
She didn’t want to think about Kieran, that wasn’t why she had hooked up with Tom, she wanted to forget, the only way she knew how to. She pressed her lips against his again, shifting her body to press up against his, wanting to feel his arms around her. The hand she had resting on his chest slid upwards and she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, staying close to him as their lips parted.
“I don’t want to think about him, I want to think about you,” she murmured, not taking her eyes away from his. “He’s not here, but you definitely are,” she added, kissing him passionately again, hoping he wasn’t going to ask any more questions.
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Unwilling to press for details he didn\'t really care about, he obliged her sudden passion - even if he knew it was not genuine and was basically reactionary, founded on twisted emotions and a love lost. Who was he to judge? He was certainly no-one to debate fairness with, especially with the amount of lives he\'d taken. She didn\'t need to hear a callous response, though, and she was smart enough to recognise that her emotional trappings were a handicap she needed to not introduce to this moment, to their here and now. Such sincerity had no place in a night snatched out of time and place, dedicated only to casual fun.
He kissed her, entwining his tongue with hers and rolling onto her, pressing his length along hers. His erection returned with the aphrodisiac of her compliance at its bidding, and he rocked it against her gently, his hands roving her body. Long, knowledgeable fingertips traced the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and then slid up the length of her opening, before one brave digit pressed in and onto her clit. He rotated it in a gentle circle, then brushed lightly back towards himself, before repeating the process, hungry to feel her squirm again.
The more he fondled her, the harder he wanted to fuck her and his mouth moved away from hers, kissing down her neck and biting shallowly with one fang. The gentle swell of blood only roused his ardour and though the outlet was small, he sucked hard at it, wanting to brand her as his in that moment, not caring if there was an element of pain to it. Her body was like a fire he couldn\'t stop from burning him, her heat mindbending and her curves welcoming beneath his muscled hardness. His hips sped up as he dipped a finger away from her clit, to see if she was wet enough for him to slide into her, his mouth suckling trickles of blood off her neck and his legs entwined with hers so that he had an anchor.
He wanted her with a sudden desperation that surprised even him, like he hadn\'t had her already, like he\'d lose her the moment they stopped their torturously sweet humping and consummated the promises their heating flesh behooved. "God, I need you," he growled, momentarily tonguing her ear, unafraid to voice the desperation she would surely sense in the way he was undulating against her. He returned to lapping at her throat, not a drop lost, everything in him focussing on what his hand inside her was doing, what it was feeling, aching for her to be ready... before his rough desires overcame him.
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He did exactly what she needed him to, turning his attention back to their physical needs. As his fingers worked her clitoris Roz could feel herself growing moist and slick again, letting his fingers working their way easily around, and making her writhe in the process. Her hips rose and fell in time with his fondling and the grinding of his erection against her body.
His bite was shallow this time, but as he sucked Roz felt a shard of pain in her neck as he pulled her blood from her body. She gasped involuntarily, but savoured every twinge, every scrap of his teeth, the feel of his lips working on her skin to get the blood out of her. Her arm wrapped around his back, loving the feel of their warm skin rubbing against each other while her fingers found their way into his hair again, pressing his teeth closer to her neck as he drank.
As he tested her body again she was more than ready for him to enter her and she pressed her body up against his, emphasizing how much she wanted him, needed him. But it was a little surprising to her how much he was acting like he really needed her. Not just in his words, but the way he was acting, sucking so hard and rubbing against her like he was, it was somehow different now.
“You have no idea,” she murmured in reply to his growl, needing him just as much he did her. Her free hand worked down to his stiff rod, directing it carefully into her opening so he wouldn’t have to disturb his feeding for them to carry on. As he slid easily into her, slowly, but with more urgency than before, Roz pushed her hips downwards, helping to feed him into her. She let out a moan of enjoyment as she felt him moving inside of her.
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Once he was inside her, he had just enough time to swap his hand for hers - determined she should continue caring for her clit while his hands were better used bracing him - before his instincts took over. He allowed his lust for her free rein, pounding wildly into her, feeding the frenzy rising inside him at his two burning needs being met soundly. He loved the way she could take him all, the way she responded to his desperation by meeting it, not shrinking from it, the way she made him moan and cry out wantonly with the way her hips tilted, guiding his cock to where she wanted it, needed it.
As furiously as his need rose, did it explode inside her. He lifted his head from her now-sealed vein to expel a thick-sounding, "Arrrrrhh!" from the back of his throat, too taken by the glorious release to hold anything back. His hips were a blur, every muscle in his torso and shoulders straining as his head continued its motion upward and back, eyes clenched shut. He relished the sweet sensation of his orgasm threading through his veins - seemingly piggybacking its way along all the blood he\'d just ingested and leaving no atom in his being untouched by the awesome pleasure of it all - trying to make it last as long as it possibly could by not stopping his thrusts.
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At Tom’s urging Roz’ fingers shifted from his stiff rod to working on and around her clit, keeping up the rhythm he had started, her hips still writhing and moving in time with his thrusts. She loved the way their bodies moved in time so perfectly, getting them both exactly where they wanted, no, needed to be. The way he was drinking from her at the same time as well just heightened the experience, bringing her to that gorgeous feeling of being light-headed and out of control, as well as knowing the satisfaction he was getting from it.
She let out a loud cry in time with his, savouring the feel of his warm fluids filling her up and bringing her to her climax just after he did. Her muscles contracted around his still moving cock and she arched her back, pressing her body against his as the fantastic feeling spread throughout her body. Her hands moved to his shoulders, gripping tightly as her eyes squeezed shut, her orgasm lasting as he continued pounding against her g-spot. She let out another moan of satisfaction as the feeling started to ebb away, the tingling after pleasure soaring through her whole body.
“You are too amazing,” Roz murmured, pressing her lips against his passionately, not wanting this feeling to end.
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He kissed her back soundly, loving the heady feeling of their tongues entwining while he softened inside her dripping cunt and her blood seeped into his soul; such were the greatest and continuing pleasures of undeath. Allowing her to get her breath back, he rolled off her after a few moments of heated kissing, taking her with him because he didn\'t wish to have them separated. She was tucked in against his side, half on top of him, his arms wrapped around her, lips pressing briefly to her burning temple and their legs erotically tangled.
"You\'re pretty fucking awesome yourself, you know," he told her huskily, feeling thoroughly ravaged and blissful as the dawn\'s approach - combined with the hours of pleasure they\'d just endured - took its toll and turned him sleepy. "Make sure you order some food, room service is twenty-four hours and I... heh, drank a bit," he told her breathily, body shaking slightly against hers with amusement. He hadn\'t taken enough to threaten her life but he knew she\'d benefit from food... before she left. "As much as you like, I don\'t care. Whenever you want."
He didn\'t feel the need to put too fine a point on the fact that she would be leaving sometime in the very near future; they both knew it, but it would be impolite to state it at this late stage in their games. Frankly, he didn\'t care if she ordered food right now and hightailed it out, or slept with him through the day, ate whenever she woke up and was still there when he awoke. He enjoyed the feeling of a warm body in his bed, after all. His eyes lidded shut and his thoughts began to drift, as slumber\'s claws rose to claim him.
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"Ok," Roz murmured, too tired to really be listening to what he was saying, her eyes shut as he held her close. She knew he\'d drunk quite a bit, even before he said it, but with everything else that had been going on there was stil a lot of adrenaline rushing through her veins, so she didn\'t feel too bad just yet. She knew that would probably change if she stood up straight away though and fainting wasn\'t a whole lot of fun.
She wasn\'t sure how quickly he wanted her to leave, but he\'d offered her food, so he obviously didn\'t want to chuck her out on the street straight away. But his arms were still around her and their legs were all tangled up, and after such amazing sex that was the perfect end, so Roz nuzzled her face into the hollow of Tom\'s neck, telling herself she would only doze for a few minutes before ordering some food and leaving him be. She didn\'t have anywhere to be anyway, and she definitely wasn\'t planning on going out again later on today. After she left here it would definitely be straight back to bed for her.
She woke up suddenly and the clock on Tom\'s beside table told her it was only a few hours later, then sun would be making it\'s way high into the sky by now and she should probably go sometimes soon. Roz gazed at his perfect face for a few moments, tempted to kiss him, but she didn\'t want to disturb his sleep.
Instead she slid carefully from his grasp, grabbed the phone and menu from the table in the room and moved into the bathroom, trailing the cord behind her. She was really hungry, but again, didn\'t want to wake him. About half way across the room she started to feel incredibley sick and faint, but didn\'t stop moving. She thought it would be better to go and sit down in the bathroom then disturb Tom.
She placed the phone and the menu on the bathroom counter and sat down on the toilet after putting down the lid, dropping her head between her legs and breathing slowly until the feeling started to ebb away. Should have stayed where I was a bit longer, she thought to herself, but it was too late now. Running a hand over her face and sitting up a little more, Roz grabbed the meun for the room service and scanned it before picking up the phone and ordering, speaking quietly.
She shivered slightly in the cold tiled room, and her eyes fell on the hot tub, bringing a smile to her face. That would definitely warm her up, but so would crawling back into bed with Tom as she waited for her prawn cocktail sandwich and slice of cheesecake to arrive. She normally didn\'t have much of a sweet tooth, but that was what would help her feel better before she left.
Leaving the phone and menu where they were Roz headed back to the bed, picking up a robe as she went so she could answer the door when the food arrived. She dropped the white towelled robe at the end of the bed and slid back into Tom\'s arms, trying not to disturb him. His body was still fairly warm from the blood he\'d drunk, and where she had been lying was lovely. Roz felt her eyes drifting shut again as she curled up against his body.
But it wasn\'t long before there was a quiet rap on the door, and muttering a silent curse Roz removed herself once more from that delicious position and wrapped the robe around her body as she moved to open the door, grabbing a couple of dollars for a tip from her purse as she moved.
"Thank you," she murmured to the boy who had brought the tray up, stopping him from entering by only opening the door a little. She handed over the tip and brought the tray inside, abruptly shutting the door behind her.
As Roz ate her sandwich she sat on the sofa, preferring it to the table, with her legs folded up under her body. As she chewed she couldn\'t help but watch Tom lying there, a smile playing on her lips as she remembered everything that had happened the night before. he was so still, if she hadn\'t of known better she would have believed he looked like a dead body. No breath stirred his chest, he just lay perfectly still.
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Tom stirred at the knock and Roz\' departure from his side, something deep within him registering the sudden lack of warmth, but it was very difficult for him to fight his way to lucidity. Swimming up through the depths of day-induced slumber was excruciatingly slow, but he pressed forward, wanting to get to consciousness in case... he wasn\'t sure what. In case there was danger? No... something... about... she might... leave? Either way, the urge to awaken was there within him, it just took a long time for him to actually stir.
A frown marred his forehead first, and then a hand swept to his side, finding the bed empty and prompting his head to lift. He peered groggily across the room, pleased to sight Roz eating and realising that her movements must have been what stirred him. He could feel in his bones that the sun was high - thankfully, none of its light breached the sanctuary of the room - and was lethargic in response. He dragged himself up the bed a little and into a sitting position, peering at his guest.
"You coming back to bed after that?" he mumbled, rather hoping that she would but prepared to say goodbye now if she chose not to do so. Really, he was easy either way; he just wanted to get back to sleeping.
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Damn. So staying as quiet as she could didn\'t work, he\'d still woken up and she knew how much effort it took for vampires to wake up in the middle of the day. Her smile widened though as he didn\'t look unhappy to see her. It would probably be easier to leave straight away, but then again she didn\'t want to collapse half way home, best give the food some time to work.
"Thought I might," she said, grinning at him, feeling wide awake as he looked at her through those groggy eyes, but she knew it wouldn\'t take much for her to be ready for another nap. And that space next to Tom just looked so tempting.
She put down her half finished sandwich and stuck her finger in the top of the cheesecake as she stood up, getting a good dollop of cream and chocolate moose which she sucked off as she walked back to the bed. She slid in next to him after her finger was clean and snuggled up to his chest. "I can finish that later," she whispered, kissing his neck lightly then resting her head on his chest and shutting her eyes. "Sorry I woke you," she added quietly, ready to sleep for another few hours.
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"Good," he grunted when she said she\'d been thinking of returning, and he struggled with the sheet, feeling it\'d be nice to have something over him. He lifted it for her to climb in and under, laying back on the pillows and hugging her as he organised the bedclothes clumsily and she snuggled in.
"S\'okay," he mumbled, brushing her hair back and giving a final kiss to her temple as he sank back into the welcoming arms of slumber, everything right with his world.
~*~
When the vampire awoke next, he didn\'t have to fight off the clinging tendrils of somnambulance as he had in the middle of the day; the sun had set and he was fully recovered in both energy and mental acuity. Still, he purposely savoured the sensation of rousing, letting all his faculties come to him slowly and feeling for his companion once the memory of the night before returned with those accute senses. His hand walked about the bed while his eyes remained closed, the idea that she might have gone before he awoke very clear in his mind.
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His hand touched only an empty space beside him. Roz had awoken mid-afternoon and despite the temptation to stay, she knew it would probably be better for both of them if she left. No point ruining a great night by overstaying your welcome. She had dressed silently, slipping back into her clothes before finishing off her sandwich and cheesecake. As she ate she half hoped that the vampire would stir again, maybe ask her not to leave, but he hadn\'t, so she had gone. Next to the mirror Roz had scribbled a quick note on the hotel stationary,
Had a great time, we should do it again sometime,
xx
Roz walked home slowly, not wanting to tire herself out after last night, not caring about any looks she might get for wearing what she was in the middle of the day. She didn\'t care what they thought, she was simply too happy remembering every detail from the night before and wondering if she ever would actually see that nameless vampire again.