Passion For Hire (Passion #5) (17 page)

With both hands, I touched him, wrapping them around his vast length and I heard him give another low sound in his throat. When my eyes shot to his, he still appeared relatively impassive to what I was doing to him though, and I suddenly realised that he was not going to give in and enjoy this. He was going to fight his body’s reaction to me all the way. Damn, when was he going to understand he deserved some happiness, and he was allowed to feel pleasure?

I bent forward and with one hand holding the base of his penis, I licked him like he was my favourite ice cream, right up the length of him before flicking my tongue over the head, feeling his body jerk ever so slightly. I repeated the action twice, three more times before opening my mouth and taking him deep inside. Deeper and deeper I went discovering that one of the perks of being vampire was no gag reflex. By the time my lips were wrapped around the base of him, with his neatly trimmed pubic hair teasing me, I could feel him halfway down my throat.

Slowly I moved feeling him sliding in and out of my mouth as I savoured his taste, and the intoxicating scent of his skin. Gradually with every move I made, each time I took him deep inside, feeling him hitting the back of my throat, I got faster and faster.

I kept the punishing pace up for a while before suddenly releasing him and curling my hands back around his penis, sliding them up and down him. I cast a subtle glance up at his face and he was staring fixedly at the wall, his expression devoid of all emotion. Despite his rigid control and determination to not let go, I could feel the faintest of tremors through his thighs as I slid my hands over him.

I shifted one hand around to his buttocks and fought to stop myself from smiling when I felt them quivering. This was going to get down to a battle of wills and I was determined to win this round.

Bending forward again, I licked my way up his penis, while cupping his balls in my other hand, caressing them, testing their size and weight in my palm. Over and over I continued to lick, suck and touch him, feeling his tremors increasing despite his expression giving nothing away.

His body however, gave away just how much he was fighting not to give in when I tasted a burst of flavour on my tongue from his pre cum. Obviously he could fight me as much as he wanted, but he was slowly but surely losing the battle.

Again I took him deep inside my mouth, working him in and out, my lips curled over my teeth so I wouldn’t hurt him. I sucked on him hard, unrelenting, and I had to struggle not to let my excitement show when a deep shudder racked the length of him.

He could fight me as much as he wanted, but he didn’t realise just how determined I was too, and I was going to make him come if I had to do this all damn day. Despite his steely resolve, I could hear tiny noises coming from him and when I cast a quick glance up at him, his eyes were closed, his jaw rigid as if he had his teeth clamped together hard.

Adrian could fight me, try to deny his body this release, but he was close. Even in my limited experience, I could tell he was close. I had one more ace up my sleeve, something I’d read about once when it came to pleasuring a man. When I felt him getting even bigger and harder in my mouth, I reached between his buttocks and before he could anticipate what I was doing, I drove a finger up that tightly closed hole of his, not stopping until I felt something that I presumed to be his prostate.

When he groaned, loudly, his body jerking violently, I knew I was on target and I rubbed over the walnut sized gland with my fingertip. Again he groaned, the sound rough, torn from his throat as if against his will and he jerked violently as I held him. I felt him tense, his body stiffening and I suspected he was about to try and extract himself from my grip, and my invasion of his tight hole. I held him more firmly, sucked on him harder and caressed him, pushing him into a release, he was powerless to stop. He gave one huge shudder, his hips thrusting, pushing him to the back of my throat, and finally he started to come. Damn did he come; endlessly, helplessly, his body convulsing, his penis jerking with every shot of cum he fired down my throat. I swallowed repeatedly trying to keep up with him as he came in what seemed like an endless release, but some still escaped and dribbled down my chin.

Adrian was making deep guttural sounds in his throat almost like he was choking, and finally he started to swear, cursing over and over again as he lost his rigid control deep inside my mouth. When he finally stilled, I pulled back and slowly stood, nervously meeting his eyes. Now that I had beaten him would he push me aside?

He looked at me, saying nothing, his eyes hooded by his heavy lids. He reached out and flicked his finger over my chin, wiping up the trickle of his cum from my skin. I looked at it when he pulled it away from me, before grabbing his finger and shoving it into my mouth where I sucked it clean.

Before he could react in any way I leapt at him and buried my fangs in his neck, feeding hungrily from him. As his blood filled my mouth, desire exploded through me and my arms closed around him as I tilted my pelvis, trying to make contact, needing to feel him against my aching clit.

Adrian growled, his arms closing around me as I attacked him like a savage animal. “Stop it, enough Faith, no more.” He pulled me off him and I licked up the droplets of his blood which hung off my fangs. “You can’t take too much blood from me sweetheart, you will make me weak. Do you want to see me weak?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want him weak, not for what I had planned for him. He was going to need all his strength for that. If he was so damn determined to deny us having a future then I was going to make sure if nothing else, he didn’t forget this night in a hurry.

I pulled back out of his arms and hastily tore my clothes off, not stopping until I too was naked. When I turned my attention back on Adrian, he stood watching me, his expression giving nothing away, but the huge erection jutting out between us made a liar of his attempt to appear disinterested.

I stepped in front of him again and curled my fingers around him, marvelling at how hard he was given he’d just come moments earlier. This being vampire sure had its perks, I could tell. Was he going to be like the energiser bunny able to fuck and fuck? As soon as I thought about it, I slapped a hand over my mouth as if I’d just spoken aloud and giggled at my thoughts. I’d never been one for swearing much while human and I didn’t generally think of body parts the way most people did. I didn’t really use slang speech for them, but suddenly I realised that I was doing it. It had to be something to do with being vampire.

Adrian raised an eyebrow at me. “What could you possibly find amusing now Faith, or are you laughing at my cock?” His lips curved up in a semblance of a smile, but I could hear a note of insecurity in his voice and realised that he really did think I was laughing at him.

“Oh god no, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at me. I just realised that my way of thinking is changing. I feel like swearing and saying things like cock and cunt or pussy and dick, and I suddenly want to say fuck a lot. I don’t normally swear and I don’t usually say words like that.” I tightened my grip around him. “You have a beautiful cock, big and long and so hard.”

“You’re vampire now sweetheart. Your way of thinking, what you believe, everything will change. Being polite and politically correct with our speech isn’t exactly a priority in the vampire world.” He smiled again. “I like to hear you tell me my cock is big and that you think it’s beautiful. I like to hear you say cock and I like the feel of my cock in your hand, I liked it when it was in your mouth but I really can’t wait until it’s inside your cunt again.” Heat flared in his eyes as he stared down at me, before lowering his gaze to where I still held him in my hand.

“Are you going to fight feeling pleasure this time? You put up a good battle before but I would have done that forever until I made you come, you know that don’t you? I’m stubborn, always have been.”

“Oh Faith, Faith you test me, but we both know despite what you think you see in your dreams, I am no good for you. I am just that, a dream, a made up image you see when you sleep. The reality of what I am is nothing like the man you think I am, and the distorted image has given you this romantic, ideal view of me. I have destroyed lives, I have more than likely destroyed the relationship amongst our family, I have certainly been instrumental in destroying yours, and if you hang around me, I will bring you down with me.” He grabbed my shoulders firmly, his face up close to mine. “Don’t make me into something I am not.”

My dead and silent heart squeezed tightly in my chest at his words. It wasn’t just what he said though. It was the bleak, dark look of total despair in his eyes that made my whole body ache for him. He was so wrong about himself. He was good and kind and he cared for others, his love was unselfish and deep. It hurt that he wouldn’t see what I saw for us. I hated that he hated himself, and that he considered himself unworthy. That he believed he had no right to feel pleasure or happiness.

I was going to make him feel. He might not want to feel anything emotionally, but I was sure as hell going to make him feel physically, and I was going to give him a day in this motel that he would not forget in a very long time.

Adrian silently groaned at the look in Faith’s eyes. She just wasn’t listening to him he was sure. The way she looked at him, with such a sweet, kind, caring look in those startling blue eyes of hers. One look from her and he could almost believe he was the man she saw in her dreams, but then he would think of Lucas and Katherine, what he’d put them through. Then his thoughts turned to the evening and how it had become totally out of control so fast. Everyone had turned on one another, Flame had almost killed him. A part of him wished she’d been successful too but her attack on him had only made things worse and everyone had ended up hurting each other because of him.

His troubled eyes met hers again as she still stood silently staring up at him. The look on her face worried him because his gut instinct told him she was looking at him with unrealistic expectations. She was romanticising him, this time together, everything in fact and if she didn’t stop that, she would be hurt and that didn’t sit well with him. He didn’t want to cause her any pain, but she had to stop imagining that they were meant to be together.

Adrian’s attention was brought back to the present almost painfully, when he felt Faith’s surprisingly firm grip clamp down on his cock, squeezing him.

“Stop it Adrian, don’t think beyond the here and now, just feel.” She ran her hand along the length of him and back down again.

He watched the movement of her hand on him for a moment before grabbing her and swinging her up into his arms. She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder and walked to the bed with her. Just as he went to toss her onto it, she surprised him by sinking her teeth into his ass and he swore raising one hand to slap her hard across the back of her thighs.

She squealed again and her squeal turned to a scream when he threw her onto the bed where she bounced a few times, arms and legs flailing. He grinned at her. “You know squealing isn’t the way a vampire would behave you know.”

“Yeah and acting like a tortured soul isn’t either Adrian.” She shot back at him.

Her words just made him laugh even more. “You’re wrong there. A tortured soul is quite typical behaviour for a vampire. You should have seen Lucian when he thought his relationship with Arissa was over, and even Damien when Flame hated him for turning her vampire. They were both miserable as all hell, so unhappy, tortured, in pain. They were consumed by their anguish, so no sweetheart, a tortured vampire is quite normal behaviour.”

“Well do you think you can put your tortured soul on hold for the rest of the time we’re here together and get on this bed and fuck me?” She asked and Adrian tried to hold back a grin at her use of the word ‘fuck’. It sounded so alien coming off her lips, when in his mind she was an innocent. That was until he met her eyes and the lustful gleam in their stunning depths was anything but that.

He climbed onto the bed kneeling at the end of it and curled his hands around her ankles dragging her towards him until her legs were either side of his thighs. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved his hands up her legs, caressing her soft skin.

With her legs spread he could smell the arousal coming off her and unable to help himself, he let his focus shift to the narrow trail of soft pale curls which guarded her sweet little cunt.

He released Faith and moved off the bed again before reaching for her and hauling her to the edge. He dropped to his knees and threw her legs over his shoulders so his lips were almost against her clit. With one long sweep of his tongue, he licked her from the sensitive little bud down over her folds to that tight little hole. Damn he wanted in there; he wanted to put his cock in that virginal ass of hers.

Still he’d work her up to that. He’d claim her ass but not right now. Again he licked his way up to her clit and began to circle it before flicking his tongue over it feeling her twitch under his touch. While he licked at her, he pushed two fingers into her, burying them deep. She was already wet, dripping wet and while he was coated in her juices he moved his fingers down to her ass again and slowly slipped one inside.

She gasped and tensed slightly, but she didn’t make any effort to stop him as he pushed past the ring of tight muscles and kept going until he was as deep in her as he could get.

Finally with one finger inside her ass and his tongue on her clit, he began to work her towards her orgasm. It didn’t take long and Faith began to writhe around as he caressed her, her hips rising up pressing her cunt more firmly against his lips.

When he could tell she was poised on the brink of her orgasm, he pulled his finger from her, removed his mouth from her clit and stood up.

“No, Adrian, please.” She moaned, her eyes shooting open to stare up at him in confusion.

He could see her arousal clouding the normally bright blue and the desperation when she moved one hand between her legs obviously to finish herself off.

“No Faith, don’t touch yourself. Patience sweetheart; do you really think I’d leave you like this?” He swept his fingers between her legs, coating them with her juices before raising them to his lips and sucking the evidence of her desire from his skin. “Damn you taste so good.” He groaned grabbing her feet and placing them against his chest. “Leave them there.” He said, leaning towards her, which forced her knees up until they were either side of her head. At that angle she was tilted right up to him and the sight of her open, exposed to him, so obviously ready for him, had him desperate to be inside her.

Bending forward, he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her, feeling her arousal wet him, inviting him inside her. He didn’t need inviting, he wanted inside her, despite that one tiny part of his mind that was still rational telling him this was a mistake. She wanted tonight or today? He would give her that, and with one fluid thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her.

They both groaned at the feeling of their bodies joining, that sensual coming together, that union that made them as one. She was so damned tight and at the angle her body was tilted, he was as deep inside her as he could go. He could feel her inner muscles contracting around him and he groaned again before beginning to move slowly in and out of her.

Gradually as his excitement grew, he started to move faster, and spurred on by the sounds coming from Faith, he thrust harder into her. She began to moan and tighten around him so he knew she was getting close to her release. With a grunt, he drove even harder into her, determined to make her come. He could feel the pressure building in him; his balls were tightening, a tingling in his lower spine signalling he was close to his own release, but he fought not to give in to the urgent demands of his body. He wasn’t going to come. This was for her.

Holding on to Faith tightly, he pounded into her, and when she finally cried out, it was music to his ears. When he felt the wash of her orgasm around his cock, he groaned. It was intense, it was fucking incredible; her tight little cunt milking him and still she came. She didn’t just come though, she squirted, spectacularly, soaking him, soaking the bed and when he felt her sag slightly as he held her, he pulled out of her, letting her limp body fall to the bed.

He dropped to the bed by her side and savoured the agony of his aching body and its desperate need for release. He ignored it though. He’d already come once; he’d made Faith come and now he could lie and suffer the way he deserved.

Faith shifted alongside of him and he felt the bed dip as she rolled towards him. “Adrian? What’s wrong? Why did you stop? You didn’t come did you? You’re still so hard; let me help you with that.”

When he felt her hand close around him he flinched and wrapped his larger hand over hers to halt her movements. “No sweetheart let it be. I don’t need to come again.”

She snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re hard as a rock, let me help you come. That looks painful.” She rose to her knees by his side. “Oh this isn’t part of your tortured soul routine again is it? Determined to suffer for all you feel you’ve done wrong?” Again she snorted. “For fuck sakes Adrian, snap out of it.”

He watched in an almost detached manner as she climbed over him until she straddled his stomach. Bending down she brushed her lips over his. “Don’t do this, don’t punish yourself. You’re a good person, you’re kind and caring and you deserve happiness.”

With each word he felt his stomach clench. She was so wrong about him. She saw what she wanted to see, she didn’t see the real man. No he wasn’t a man, he was an animal, a vampire, and he was a killer.

“You’re wrong Faith. You see what you want to see in your dreams, but this is me. Look at me, look at what I’ve done.” He closed his eyes and began to swear, a string of oaths that went on and on before finally he opened his eyes again. “Dammit, I want you. I don’t deserve the chance to be inside someone as sweet and beautiful as you. I’m unworthy of feeling any happiness or pleasure…but...” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, but then he hesitated for a moment. “I want to fuck you; I want to fuck you here.” He reached around her to touch her ass. “Will you let me?” As Adrian watched her face, he placed a hand on her arm and waited for the familiar flood of emotions to fill him so he could read what she wanted. He wanted her to agree to anal sex because she wanted to not because she was trying to please him. He shouldn’t be suggesting anything with her. Every time he took her, she probably thought there was more of a chance for them to be together. She was so hard to resist though, and she was so sweet and giving. She saw the man he wanted to be, that he wished he was. He wanted to claim her, he wanted to possess all of her, to be able to call her his, just for this short time. He’d taken her virginity, now he wanted to make his mark on her virginal ass.

He had no idea what she was thinking since he couldn’t read anything off her. He wasn’t used to that and it was a little unsettling, not being able to read her emotions. Since he couldn’t feel what she was feeling, his eyes shifted to her face again just as she smiled down at him.

“Ok Adrian. You will be my first which is perfect because you have been my first in everything so far. Come…take me.”

Faith

Of course as soon as the words passed my lips I felt a moment of panic. I’d never had anal sex before. Hell, up until recently, I’d never had sex of any kind. I’d never given a man a blow job, a hand job; I’d barely done anything but kiss someone and now everything I’d done and was going to do, was all with this man beneath me. Despite my slight apprehension which I tried to dismiss by telling myself I was a vampire and I needed to start acting like one, I trusted Adrian and I certainly trusted him not to hurt me.

He smiled at me and lifted me until I was still straddling him but no longer sitting on him. One hand moved between my legs and I felt his fingers push inside me. I was still so wet from my release that it made a funny squelching noise in the otherwise silent room. He thrust them in and out of me a couple of times before removing them again. I caught a brief glimpse of them drenched with my juices before he slipped his hand further back and began to rub his fingers over my ass.

Several times he repeated the process until he seemed satisfied before gripping my hip in one hand while the other one took hold of his cock. I felt the swollen head of his shaft press against that otherwise unchartered area of my body and slowly he began to work his way inside me.

“Push sweetheart, push against me and let me in.” His voice sounded strained and when I shot a glance at his face, I could see how hard it was for him. He was incredibly aroused and I suspected he wanted nothing more than to drive himself into me, but he was going slowly for my sake.

I did what he asked and pushed against him, feeling him slide in a bit further before suddenly with a slight jerk, he breeched the tight ring of muscles and paused, with little more than the head of his cock inside me. God, I felt stretched already and there was so much of him still not in me.

Adrian thrust again, his movements slow, controlled and as he filled me, my head fell back, my lips parting, and I moaned against the alien feeling of having him there. I felt full, incredibly filled by him and I could do nothing more than give myself over to the intensity of it all.

“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” He asked. “Oh god Faith, fuck, it’s incredible, and you feel amazing. You’re…so…fucking…tight.”

“No it doesn’t hurt, but you feel so big and I feel really full. So what are you going to do now?” I asked him.

He smiled at me and his hands closed over my hips. “This.” Was all he said, and gently raised me until he was almost all the way out of me again, before carefully lowering me. I gasped from the sensation as he pushed in even deeper this time, taking me, possessing me, totally consuming me. The feeling of being so full was almost overwhelming; I wasn’t sure how I was going to take it.

Slowly he settled into a rhythm, thrusting into me, his eyes locked on mine. I was surprised when I started to feel something which I recognised as growing pleasure. I hadn’t expected to feel anything but discomfort with him buried deep in my ass. My eyes drifted shut momentarily, until one more forceful thrust had them opening again to focus on him.

Adrian’s eyes were narrowed to mere slits and all I could see was a sliver of the unusual pale blue, green and grey as he watched me. I stared down at him, finding myself transfixed by his sheer masculine beauty, the passion that burned in his eyes and the lust that clearly showed on his features.