Vampire Vacation (34 page)

Her eyes snap open and she locks on my face. “Oh, God, your fingers feel so good on my pussy.”

Her eyes drift back down, but I’m pretty sure she’s lucid now. I intend to give her pleasure however I can, as long as she’s not saying no. Sucking one nipple in deep, I nibble the surrounding flesh.

Circling her clit in soft, delicate strokes leaves Candy gulping for breath while her muscles tense. I pull my fingers away from the hot button and skim her inner thighs, hoping to make her relax and stop chasing the feelings.

Two or three deep breaths later she calms down, thrashing less and not holding herself as tight. Reaching back to her slit I run two fingers along her wetness, coating my fingers. I tickle at her opening to see if I should proceed, when a sexy whimper full of want bubbles forth.

Needing no more proof, I plunge the wet digits deep and curve them upward, seeking the squishy spot at the top front I know is there. Candy arches off the bed, dislodging my mouth from her nipple. I sit up a bit and reach my other hand to her engorged nubbin.

“Yes! Yes, just like that!”

Pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze it lightly, timing her peak. Wetness pours over the fingers deep in her snatch, still circling her g-spot, and I know the moment is right to push her over the finish line.

Candy’s eyes fly open and she locks onto me, “Tommy! Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

Switching from pinching, I rub her clit hard, steam rolling past her previous tension in a rocket of sensations. She screams into the dimly lit room and convulses around my hands. Wave after wave of her orgasm washes over her body and it’s sheer beauty to behold.

As she quiets, I pull the covers up over us and snuggle down next to her. She rests her head in the crook of my shoulder and I whisper into the darkness, “Was that more than tolerable, Candy?”

“Mmmm….” she says, while drifting off to sleep.

Chapter Two

Candy~

The hum of the copier distracts
me from my general feeling of bitchiness. Once one section of the Stringer file is done, I place it back in the tabs and start with the next.

“Hey, Candy,” comes from the doorway.

Tom leans against the frame and tosses me a hopeful smile. God, it was hell waking up with him in my bed last week. I felt like such an idiot for sleeping with a guy I work with. After my internship six years ago, I vowed to never do anything so stupid again.

“Hi, Tom,” I turn back to my task.

“We still haven’t talked about our night together. How long do you intend to put me off?”

Forever?
Damn, I was afraid this would happen. Holding back the heavy sigh longing to escape, I face my fellow accountant. “No offense, Tom. But I’m not interested in an accountant.”

His tone comes out sharper than I’ve ever heard from him before, “Excuse me? Do you think I’m not worthy of you because of my job?”

“Umm… no, but I’m not interested in someone just like me. Sorry.” I switch to the next file and give him my back. “No offense, Tom. It was a fun night and all, at least I think it was, but I want more excitement right now.”

His footsteps behind me are barely audible over the hum of the copier. Hands rest on my hips and I tense. “You have no idea what you want. You could have excitement right in front of you and you wouldn’t know what to do about it.”

Annoyed, I whip around to face him, dislodging his hands. “Really? And you think I don’t remember the tolerable three minutes we shared?”

His eyes darken in anger and he leans in closer, crowding my space. “I think you recall someone named Johnny and seem to be attributing some of our time together to a dream about him.”

A blush creeps up my cheeks, I do remember waking up in the morning having dreamed about an old college flame, but how the hell does he know that? “Umm… I…”

“You called his name out,” his warm breath tickles my lips, “while I pleasured you.”

Startled by the revelation, I dart to the side and make for the door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His voice echoes to me when the copier cycles down, “You’re beautiful when you come.”

The press of bodies at the bar
is a familiar feeling—the hotspot is always packed. This time I’m careful not to get drunk and don’t sit near Tom. God, he’s like a puppy sniffing after me. I have no intention of winding up with a boring co-worker. I need a man with some fire to keep me satisfied.

Tall, broad shouldered, and beautiful walks into my field of vision. “Well hello, sweetheart. I remember you from last week.” He smiles in a crooked grin and notes Tom sitting a few stools away. “You look more stable tonight.”

Ah… the guy I fell into when trying to leave. I knew he looked familiar. “Hi,” I return his smile and tilt my head, allowing my hair to frame my face. “And you look just as nice as you did last week. Do you work in the area?”

“Yeah. I’m in finance—stocks and bonds mostly. You?”

“Numbers cruncher at Smith and White.”

A feral grin sparks in his eye and I wonder if he could be wild in bed. The guys I’ve had lately have all been such a let down, never really impressing me… or more importantly, never getting me off. I swear it seems like years since I’ve had a good lay. And I will not settle for a guy who can’t rile my blood.

“Want to go catch some dinner at a place more quiet?” Tall and handsome asks.

“I’d love to.”

Two hours later and his
hairy thighs are nestled deep between my own. “Damn, you’re fine, Candy.”

Each thrust of his prick sends currents of pleasure through me. If he’d just grind a little harder on top I’d be able to come. Angling my pelvis, I dig my heels into his ass, “More, baby, get it in there.” A grunt in response and the pace picks up, going deeper. “That’s it, nice and hard.”

Sweat drips from my lover’s face onto mine. Ewww… what a way to ruin the moment. “Brian?”

“Mark.”

“Mark what?” The pumping slows.

“My name is Mark.” He’s wearing an unhappy, kind of crushed look.

“Sorry, about that.” Leaning in, I touch my lips to his in a kiss. A warm, moist, lasagna-tasting mouth latches onto mine and it takes a moment for either of us to come up for breath. “Can I get on top?”

“Sure,” he says with a playful nip to my bottom lip.

Mark plops down on the mattress next to me with an eager expression. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He chuckles at his own joke, patting his thighs to encourage me to mount him.

Good God, this one’s an idiot, too.

An hour later and I’m back
at the bar. Tommy called me and said it was urgent, something to do with work. I didn’t need much of a reason to push Mark out the door, but am happy to report he left without a qualm. I have his number, which I’m not sure I’ll be using.

Sexually frustrated and keyed up, I scan the packed room for my co-worker. “Question on the account, my ass. Where the hell is he?” Grabbing my cell, I dial his to track him down.

“Candy?”

“Yeah, Tom. Where the hell are you?”

“I’m in the back, down the hall. It’s quieter here.”

“Fine. I’ll come to you.” Pressing my way through the throng, I make it to the dark hall leading to the bathrooms. “Tom?” A hot hand latches onto my arm and pulls me into a side storage room. “What the hell are you doing?”

A strip of dark cloth covers my eyes and I’m pressed into a shelving rack. Rough movements tie the material at the back of my head and a hard body presses into mine from behind. “You’ve been a bad girl, Candy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Tommy? Let me go now or I’m going to scream.”

“Oh, you’ll scream all right, but not in fear or anger.” Hands reach around and grab my breasts through my cotton top. Despite just having sex with another man, my body responds and my nipples tighten.

“Not funny, man. Look, I know you’re not a rapist. You should really stop now before you do something illegal.”

Clever fingers twist my hardened peaks, drawing a gasp from me.

“I know what you need, Candy.”

“Really? Cause if you did you’d be letting me go right now. I don’t like this kind of shit.”

My shirt pushes up and cool air tickles my exposed flesh. “You don’t even know what you like. You fumble with the wrong men and think telling them what to do will get you what you need.”

His comment strikes a little too close to home, but I’ll be damned if I tell him. Grasping fingers have worked the cups of my bra down, and now stretch my elongated aroused nipples. The inability to see him touching me feels rather freeing. Like it’s not quite happening to me. Moisture gathers in my panties and despite my complaints, I can’t deny this is turning me on.

“Tom—”

“Shh… Don’t say a word. Just feel for a few minutes.” He removes his hands from my tits and guides my own to hold onto one of the shelves I’m pressed against.

The workout pants I hastily dressed in are pushed down around my knees, and strong hands guide my ass to tilt out, on display. Not knowing what will come next, and being open to only my other senses, feels arousing—and not just physically.

Calloused hands massage my backside, sparking gooseflesh in the air-conditioned air. The heavy storage room door muffles the noise of the bar and the dust in the room tickles my nose. The cold steel under my hand and the trapped feeling of my pants around my knees invigorates me.

“Tom—”

Whack! Tom’s hand slaps my right ass cheek.

“Ow!”

Smack! Another blow lands on the left cheek. “Shhh… you speak and I’ll spank you.”

“That’s—”

Smack!

The sting from his firm hand sends a thrill up my spine. He’s not hitting me hard enough to cause damage. Just hard enough to get my attention and show me he means it. Heat races to the skin and a blossom of sensation spreads out.

The tingle creeps to my pussy, causing me to notice the throbbing in my clit. Each pulse beat of blood pumping to my punished flesh sends a jolt to arouse the little bud as well.

“You’ve been naughty, Candy. Picking up men in bars.” His warm palm caresses my stinging butt, fingers curving around my firm globes to reach in toward my thong-covered crotch.

“Oh yes, that’s right—.”

Three hard slaps follow rapid fire, one after the other, leaving me gasping.

“Quiet. You need to control yourself and then you’ll get pleasure.”

Wiggling my ass, I silently beg for one of the soothing caresses to smooth the pain away. I never thought I’d be one to like spanking, but he’s not hitting me too hard and the stinging slaps make me feel alive. More alive than I have in years.

“Very good. You like that, don’t you?”

Afraid to speak and feel his hand again, I nod my head, hoping he’s looking. The cocooning blackness of the blindfold releases me from worrying about my body - how I’ll look, how he looks… and makes me feel everything. When he reaches under my panties and probes my slick folds, a whimper of want escapes me. Tension fills me—I’m not sure if the sound counts as speaking.

Apparently it doesn’t; he continues to push a thick finger into my snatch. Steadily, he pumps in and out and I struggle to remain still. The elastic straining around my spread knees allows a few inches between my thighs and I rise up on my tiptoes, trying to tilt my ass back for better penetration.

One hand on my hip pushes my feet flat to the storage room floor. “No, Candy, you let me drive the bus or I’ll leave you hanging.”

“No!”

Slap, slap, slap! “Shush, baby, or you’ll never get there.”

Annoyance courses through me as the sting in my ass settles down. Who in the hell does he think he is? If I want to come then I should be able to do whatever the hell I want to get myself there. A second finger plunges into my depths, stretching me and pumping fast. The hand on my hip reaches around and rubs me over the cotton crotch of my underwear.

All of my anger fades as a small circling starts on my hard clit.

“More,” I say.

Wet fingers pull from my pussy. Smack! The hardest slap yet. Five more follow quickly and tears sting my eyes. The pressure on my nubbin doesn’t stop the entire time Tom hits my ass, it seems to increase, pushing me higher and into a wild state of frenzy.

Soft moans and whimpers spill from my lips and I worry he’s never going to put those fingers back in. A short rub of his hand soothes where he spanked and then he sinks two fingers into me.

“I’ll be the one to tell you when you come. And you’re going to cream all over my hands when you do.” His soft voice sounds only a little above a whisper, sending a chill racing down my back. “I know what you need, Candy.”

Desperate to hold myself as still as possible, I clench the shelf as another gasp escapes me. A third finger stabs into my pussy, driving me higher and closer to the brink.

“You want it, baby. I can feel your muscles inside gripping my fingers.” The hand working my clit stops circling and pulls the fabric roughly to the side. “Just like you’d do if it was my cock working you deep.” Light pats to my aroused flesh in the front pulls my focus from his plunging fingers.

“Uh.. uh…” Low guttural noises reach my ears. Foreign sounding and far away. Good God, I think that may be me. Pleasure starts to spiral up my spine to course through my body and I bite down to clamp the begging word
please
from spilling into the night.

“That’s it, Candy. You’re ready now.”

Rubbing starts on my clit again and the sensations rocket away from my crotch in wave after wave of tingles. A scream bubbles forth and echoes back in the small room.

“Come for me, baby.” Wetness pours from me, coating his hand. The pumping continues in my pussy and the orgasm drags on and on, wringing the very life from me.

Collapsing forward, I catch myself by locking elbows on the shelf for support. The material at my head is loosened and stars fill my vision. Tender hands adjust my underwear and pull my pants and shirt back into place.