14. Midnight Snack

My eyes flutter open and I cringe in the darkness.

I fully expect to be sore and... sticky.

Except, I"m neither. I am, however, fully pinned against a softly sleeping vampire. A still fully naked and so fucking gorgeous vampire. His grip is tight, but I"m still able to roll over and face him. When I do, I take a minute to just admire his face. It"s a beautiful combination of hard lines and soft angles.

"Beautiful," I whisper to the darkness. But Victor clearly hears me when his lips quirk into a smile.

"As are you, little snap." His deep voice vibrates against my chest and calms me.

I should be concerned with how calm I feel cuddling a relative stranger, but something just feels right. Maybe that"s even more unnerving?

"Your heart is racing, little snap."

"I was just thinking that I was curled up in bed with a relative stranger and desperately wanted to get to know you better. Before round three." I try to be suave and cover my ass, plus I truly do want to learn more about him. I mean, I have no problem with a one-night stand, but something in me doesn"t think this will be one of those situations.

He chuckles softly. "Mhm, I"m not sure that"s the whole truth, but as I too want to learn more about you, and I don"t think I can ever get enough of you, I am willing to let that slide. What would you like to know?"

I think for a minute, and apparently that is far too long as my mouth takes over and blurts out the first ridiculous thought that comes to mind. "My garlic breath didn"t bother you."

He laughs more and pulls me closer. I nestle in to listen to his heartbeat, but instead only hear an echo of my own. Strange. Although I"m not sure if vampire hearts have regular beats.

"There are far too many misconceptions about my kind. Stupid fucking Hollywood twats. Garlic is fine and tasty, but too much can give me heartburn. That"s a me thing, not a vampire-specific trait. Yes, I have a reflection and I drink blood. No, I don"t glitter and have no aversion to religious beliefs or trinkets. Any weapon through a vital organ is deadly, just as it is for any other being. As you can see, I do not sleep in a coffin. Although you have managed to trash this bed rather thoroughly." As he spouts facts I filter them in my brain, but the last nugget sticks a little.

"Wait, this is your bed. As in this is your house?" He chuckles again and kisses the top of my head.

"You seem almost upset that we didn"t just destroy a complete stranger"s bed."

"No. I mean yes? That would have been hot."

"Would you like to go elsewhere and let me fuck you in another"s bed so that you can destroy it, little snap? I will do anything you wish. All you have to do is ask."

I can"t even hold back my laughter. "No, I don"t want to break into someone else"s house and destroy their bed." I think for a minute and decide fuck it. "Tonight at least."

"So tomorrow night then. I will be sure to clear my calendar." He sounds so serious and it breaks me. I laugh harder this time and he joins in.

"That means tonight was your birthday." I trail my fingers down his chest and he purrs in response.

"Yes."

"And I have yet to give you a present." I look up at him with as much seduction as I can possibly muster in my gaze. When his eyes meet mine, there is a quick flash of confusion–and almost a bit of sadness–before he smiles softly.

"No, I suppose not. Although one could argue that burying my cock deep in your sweet pussy was quite a birthday gift indeed." I make a non-committal noise as my fingers reach the soft hairs below his belly button. His gaze remains locked on mine and I see the pleasure building in his stare. When my finger finally reaches the silky skin of his cock, I swoop down and grip him hard. He rewards me with a gasp.

My turn to rock your world, Victor.

Gently, I press his left shoulder until he lowers it to lay flat on his back. When he reaches down to touch me, I hiss at him. He quirks his eyebrow but obliges me by putting both hands under his head. Looking sufficiently relaxed, I turn my attention to the dick I am still gripping tightly, and gently slide down his body.

Sucking dick is not only something I excel at, but fucking hell does it get me off. I feel powerful knowing how much control I have over a man"s orgasm with his cock in my mouth.

Victor is a well-endowed man. I won"t kid myself into thinking I can take it all in my mouth. Although... I feel my magick tickle my throat and smile. This is going to be fun.

Starting off slow. I lean down and lick right up the seam of his tip. When I glance up, I see him watching me intently. And biting his lip.

Good.

Leaning down again, I suck on the tip, while moving my fingers down to knead his balls. He moans and wiggles a little, so I give in to the urge and take him all the way down. I expect a gagging sensation but whatever spell I concocted for this has eliminated that issue. It almost makes me a little sad. I kind of like the choking.

Hollowing out I begin to bob my head slowly up and down his shaft. After a few minutes, he must give in to his urges as I feel fingers snaking through my hair. I feel his balls tighten a little and prepare myself to drive things home when Victor grips my hair hard and slams my face all the way down his cock.

Tears hit my eyes and the burn of the choke fills my throat. When I make a small gagging noise, he rips my head back, pulling his dick all the way out of my mouth. He stares into my eyes with his fangs on full display.

"You can"t tease me, little snap. I will hurt you. And I never want to hurt you." He looks angry but still immensely turned on.

I reach up and grab ahold of his wrist with both of my hands. Purposefully putting my tits on display. My eyes show my dare as I pull down on his arm. "Again." I demand.

He roars as he smashes his cock into my mouth and begins throat fucking me like his life depends on it. My eyes are filled with tears as the burn fills my throat. Drool leaks from my mouth while his glorious dick fucks my mouth like the naughty little bitch I am.

My hand gropes onto his balls and I feel them tighten, so I trail my finger down until I am met with his tight hole. Counting down from three, as soon as I hit one I begin to hum while I stick my finger inside him and curl it in a "come hither" motion.

The combination works like a dream as Victor moans. "Fuck yes, Ginger!" His hot cum shoots into my mouth and slides down my throat as he continues to slowly fuck my skull.

Now I have always been a swallower. Spitting is just gross. Not to yuck someone else"s yum, it"s just not my jam. Anyway, so I have swallowed my fair share of semen. So tell me why the fuck Victor"s actually taste–dare I say it–good? It"s smooth and almost sweet but with a tang. It"s almost exactly like my favorite dessert. Dark chocolate cherry mousse.

Unable to stop myself, I remove my finger and use both of my hands to take control. Gripping his thighs and sucking him hard. "Oh, you naughty little snap," Victor growls as I suck him hard. My actions either throw him right into another orgasm or extends the first one. Either way, I"m rewarded with more of his delicious release.

I don"t know if it"s a vampire one in general, but I think I am officially ruined for any other paras.

If it"s a Victor thing... I might have a bigger problem on my hands.