Page 35 of Stolen Hours

When I find his tight little pucker, Brax moans and spreads his legs wider, which is encouraging. “Good vampire,” I coo, pulling my head away from his cock. “This is much better than a stake somewhere else, isn’t it?”

“Never had a chance to compare, personally,” he sasses.

I smack him, right where his cheeks meet the bed, making him jump, and my shoulders spring back in surprise.

Did I just do that? Because I didn’t plan on doing that.

“I mean, yes. Sorry, hunter,” he agrees at once, panting, licking his lips like he’s about to get the best meal of his life.

Okay. So let’s say Ididplan to do that, because he likes it.

Kinky little monster...

“It’s better, because a stake in the chest means you leave me, and I don’t want that. Do you want to stop being my good little pet vamp?” I demand, stroking the flesh I just smacked. My fingers gently stroke across the indent between his cheeks, pushing my fingertip against the ring of muscle, testing the tightness, gasping a little when lube and his hips suddenly make a tentative touch a full-blown insertion. My finger sinks in far more easily than I’d expected, but it’s tight and smooth, and Brax doesn’t seem to mind.

His hand slides around his cock, stroking himself while my finger explores. “God, yes, Penny. That’s perfect to start.”

“To start, hm? I don’t think that’s all you can take,” I warn, trying to keep my voice firm while my lady bits are leaking like a brokenhose.

“No, I can take however much you want, hunter. I’ll be such a good vamp. Do whatever you want me to.”

“Well, I want you to come in my mouth while this is in your ass,” I say, again not knowing I had planned to say it.

“Fuck,” Brax whimpers. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were so good at this, Pen?” he looks like he’s going to combust.

A second finger joins the first, and I think about the scanty amount of research I’ve done. I know that guys and girls, for all their differences, have a few things that are the same. There’s a tender spot on my upper wall that two curved fingers can find to send me on a fast track to a climax. Two fingers curved and stroking up inside of Brax lead me to a similar soft spot that makes him sit halfway up with a helpless cry of pleasure.

“I hear that’s a good spot.”

“Who’d you hear it from?” Brax demands, eyes suddenly angry.

“The internet, silly. Now, lie still so I can see how much you can take without coming. If you come before I tell you that you’re allowed to, you definitely won’t be ‘staking’ this vampire hunter’s ass—or anything else for the whole vacation.”

Brax looks like I just threatened him with a holy water hand grenade. “I’m so close,” he whimpers.

“I know,” I smile with savage sass, and find that soft little switch inside of him, like I’m stroking under the base of his cock, fingers gentle but firm as I start to glide in and out. Each thrust in connects with the spot that makes his cock dribble and slightly spurt.

“I’m not going to last,” he warns.

“Too bad.” I run the glass toy up and down his cock while I lick the slit that’s spewing pre-cum. “I guess you can watch me fuck myself with both toys?” I suggest in my most careless voice.

“Penny,” he growls.

“Might have to tie you up so you don’t participate, huh?”

“Penny, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck my ass!” he cries in defeat, eyes and lips squinching shut, trying to keep the rise of pleasure in check.

“Ohhh. Silly vampire. You just had to ask.” With a deft motion that I’m pretty proud of, my fingers are out, and the tip of the “stake” nudges in and burrows swiftly, slick and cool, just like him. My mouth closes over his cock as my wrist pumps. My eyes stay open. I want to watch every change on his face, hear and see his gasps when I’m taking him.

I started slow, but I’m as bad as he is. He makes me impatient.

Naughty monster.

“I think you can take more. Something bigger next time,” I muse.