s*x with a Vampire

Round Two

I jump out of the truck and wave the guys off. They usually stay to see me go inside but I convinced them that it was okay. I know they're disappointed but I wasn't feeling it anymore.

I walk up the path to the front door. I am fumbling in my bag for the keys when I feel someone behind me. I spin around and jump back on instinct.

"Sorry to scare you, I didn't mean to." He puts his hands up to gesture that he means no harm. "I actually came by to see you just as you pulled up. I guess you were out with friends?"

I give him a small nod.

"Is everything okay?" He advance towards me but I take a step back. "If something is the matter then you can tell me."

Could I?

I didn't even know this man. Yet, somehow he felt safe and familiar. What is the matter though? I don't even know. I just felt weird being with Harvey after seeing him branish the gun.

I know he says he has it for protection because of what happened to him but I still feel weird seeing him with it. He pulled it on someone.

Granted he did it to stop someone from hurting us but I just didn't feel safe after. Was I scared of Harvey now?

How does that make sense? It's Harvey.

The annoying dude I work with, who only like me because I could keep up with his banter. We joke and insult each other. We go out clubbing and movies. I help him pick up women.

Why all of a sudden he's a big mystery to me? I know nothing of his life outside of work and the times we hang out. I'm just starting to see my friend in a different light.

I realise I haven't answered when Eli touches my shoulder. He brings me back from my inner monologue.

"Are you okay?" he repeats. I nod again, this time a little more lively.

"Why are you here?" I ask. I finally get my keys out of my bag and start to unlock the door. "Do you want to come in?"

He laughs. Gosh, that sound is amazing. It makes me bubbly inside. I want to hear it all the time. It puts me in a good mood.

"Why? Are you looking for round two?" he asks smugly.

Jerk.

I watch him pointedly. "No."

"What a shame." My body instantly responds when he says that. Why does he have so much control over my thoughts? Why does my body respond this way to him?

"I was going to ask if you would like to have dinner with me but seeing as you just came home, maybe some other time." He smiles and steps back.

"I could eat." I pull my key out of the door quickly. I look up to the windows to see if my sister heard anything. It's only minutes to ten. I still have some time to kill.

He looks at me weirdly. "You're a strange one." He shakes his head and holds out his hand for me. I take it and we walk to his car.

I'm no car expert but his car looks expensive. I can't seem to make out the brand. It doesn't look familiar to me.

It's a sleek, silver two door; the kind where the doors go up and not out. It looks quite low to me but then again, I've been too accustomed to buses and pickups.

He swings the door up and helps me get in. The seats are brown leather. They feel so velvety. I sit and the cushion molds to my body. I could sit here forever.

He gets in and starts the engine with a push of a button. Fancy. We get on the main and head towards Fareham.

"Did you get what you needed done this morning?" I make conversation. If I was driving to my death, I would at least get some information about him to text to my sister.

I think I need to lose my black card. We don't just get into a stranger's vehicle. My mother would go crazy if she knew I was doing this. These were things you only saw on TV and I usually would be screaming for them to not be so stupid.

They say you see all the signs. Where are my red flags?

Well, you've only known him for a day. He followed you home from the club. He knows your name but you know nothing about him. He randomly shows up at your doorstep and you leave with him to God knows where. If this was a TV show, it would be a murder mystery.

I start to feel anxious. I was in a fast car, with a stranger and I have no idea where I am going. The inside of the car starts to feel hot and I slowly start to panic.

Am I going to die tonight?

This is usually how it happens. You get the feeling first or at least some forewarning. Today at the bar was my forewarning. This was the bad feeling after that I couldn't explain.

Eli seems to notice my descent into hysteria. He pulls aside to the curb. I look around me panicking. Is this where he's going to kill me?

I see people outside and vehicles driving along and I'm confused. This place isn't far and deserted. Where the hell am I?

"Are you okay?" Eli turns me to face him. He looks so concern for my well being. Surely this couldn't be someone who wanted to kill me. Could it?

"You're not planning to kill me and dump my body right?" Eli looks taken aback. "You barely know me, you followed me home, you were outside my house. I'm in your car right now. It seems like the perfect set up."

"You watch a lot of murder mysteries don't you?" I look away. "I'm not trying to kill you. I just wanted to get to know you better. You piqued my interest last night and I can't seem to get you out of my head. Granted, yes, following your taxi was a bit stalkerish but I needed to see you again."

He leans back in his seat and runs his hand through his hair. The spiky tresses fall right back over his forehead.

"You see, it's been quite a while since I've connected with anyone. I saw you staring at me from across the street and I was immediately interested. I looked at this beautiful vixen with her curly hair, smooth chocolate skin and amazing smile and I was drawn to you."

He turns to me again. "I don't know what you did to me but I can't get you out of my head. Last night was amazing but I honestly just want to take things slow. Call me old fashion but all I want now is to get to know you better."

The sincerity in his stare is making me weak. Certainly he couldn't be a murder. I relax and turn my body to face him.

"If you kill me, I'll haunt you forever." I point at him.

He laughs. "I don't think I'll like that very much."

"Good," I say. "Now where are we going?"

"I know a really nice place you might enjoy. We're not too far away." He motions towards the steering and I nod.

He puts the car in gear and merges with traffic. After a few minutes we pull up to a nice Italian restaurant.

He gets out and walks around the car to get me. I look up at the building and feel self conscious. I look at the patrons inside the restaurant through the glass window. The setting looks intimate and classy. I look down at my revealing shirt and jeans.

"I don't think I'm dressed appropriately for this place." I unconsciously pull on my sweater and wrap my arms around myself.

"You don't have to worry. I know the owner, we'll be out of sight of the main patrons." He takes my hand and leads me to the door. We walk by the person standing at the front. I expect them to stop us but they only give a curt good evening and went back to their notes.

We return their greeting and Eli leads me to some stairs. If downstairs was posh and classy, upstairs was VIP luxury. It had comfy looking leather couches, glass tables, low lighting and private booths.

Eli leads us towards the back, through another door. Where is he taking us?

Inside was a hallway with a few more doors. I see bathroom signs at the end of the hallway. He opens the first door and usher me inside.

Inside looks similar to outside, instead we have a giant sofa covering a half of the four walls with the table to match. There is also a mini bar and a TV.

"Wow," Eli leads me to the couch and takes my sweater. I see his eyes flash towards my cleavage before he turns to hang it up. He also hangs his own coat.

He's wearing another button down silk shirt. The top two buttons are undone, I can see the chain he's wearing. I still can't make out the pendant.

He sits close to me and turn his body towards mine. I have his full attention. I turn to him as well, I see his eyes flash down as my breasts bounce at my movement.

"My eyes are up here, Mister." I point my fingers at my eyes.

"And they are wonderful." He says staring at me.

"Are you always this charming?" I give him a side eye. He c***s his head to the side.

"It depends. I can be quite ruthless when I need to be."

"When he needs to be, he's says. Not when he wants to be. So does that mean you don't like being ruthless?" I smile. "Are you a lover and not a fighter?"

"You can't be a lover and not a fighter. There are days you'll need to fight for your love." He's looking me up and down. My leg is crossed over the other and I am shaking. To be honest, I'm quite turned on right now.

The room is warm and cozy, the low lights make it even more romantic. The couch is soft and he's so close to me. It's the perfect setting to have s*x with him right now.

I stare at him, willing him to read my mind. I don't know why I want him so badly but I just do.

His eyes meet mine and I swallow. I can see pure desire in them. He feels the same way, I know it. So why is he fighting it?

I lean in and kiss him. His lips are soft and his breath smell like liquor. It's a faint smell, he probably only had a glass or two. I move my tongue around, wanting to taste every bit of him.

He's not responding to me. I stop and look up at him. He has a strange expression on his face. Is he angry with me? His eyes are dark like stormy clouds.

"Don't... Don't do that again." He swallow and close his eyes. When he opens them again, his grey eyes are back.

I feel ridiculous. He brought me here and I throw myself on him and he hates it. I pull at a strand of hair at my nape. My hair is quite short at my nape as I'm usually always playing with it. It's an unconscious habit.

He gets up and grabs a menu from the table. I didn't realise they were there. He passes it to me and I take it, not looking at him.

The menu is hard to read. I don't have a rich palette. I look for something simple I would enjoy eating. I see shrimp Alfredo and I point to it. Eli nods and presses a button under the table. I didn't notice that either.

A waiter comes in and Eli orders for me.

"Would you like anything to drink with that, sir?" Eli looks at me and so does the waiter.

"I would like to have a glass of Woodbridge Moscato if you have any." I say. The waiter nods and turns to leave.

"You didn't want anything?" I turn to Eli only to realise he's looking at me still. I shrink under his stare. I can feel my heart starting to hammer against my chest.

Why is he looking at me like that? Like I wasn't already dying from embarrassment, he had to add heart attack.

"Why did you kiss me?" he's still staring intently. It feels like he's trying to read the script of my soul.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I apologise. "Forgive me."

"That doesn't answer my question," He shifts in his seat. He gets more comfortable as he leans further back in the couch. This doesn't help me as I still feel bare under his stare.

"I, uh, I don't know what came over me. I think it's the room. The atmosphere is very romantic, not that I'm saying there is any reason for me to jump you, I just let my thoughts get away with me. I thought you were feeling the same way I was and you were giving me the eyes but you weren't making a move. So I decided to step up. I don't know why I thought you would like that sort of thing. Or maybe you do and just not with me. Maybe.. "

Eli holds up his hand. "Somewhere in your rambling, you said I was giving you 'the eyes'. What are 'the eyes'?"

I feel strangely annoyed at Eli silencing me like that. I square my shoulders and lift my chin. Eli leans up in his seat.

"You give me the bedroom eyes." I say. "You looked at me like my own desires were reflecting back at me. You looked at me like you wanted me."

I stand up and so does Eli. "Where are you going?" He asks.

"I'm going home." I grab my things and walk towards the door.

"Why?"

"It's been fun. I'm sorry but please tell the waiter to cancel my order." I grab the door handle and Eli stops me from opening the door.

"You're upset with me because I didn't kiss you?" Eli looks at me unsure. Damn this i***t.

"You put your hand up to silence me like this is some 1950s scenario where I need your permission to speak or not." I fume.

"You're upset because I cut you off?" Eli asks slowly.

My gosh, was he dumb. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, that was not my intention. I was trying to stop you from going off on a tangent. You had already given your answer. You need not say more."

Somehow I felt more insulted than before, like my words didn't matter. I huff and pull at his hand to remove it from the door. He didn't budge. It made me more annoyed. Why couldn't he just move?

Eli grabs me and lifts me up. One hand is around my back and the other is on my ass. He wraps my legs around his waist and walks with me back to the couch. He lays me down and looks down at me smiling. "You have a temper, beautiful."

"Let me go." I say.

"I'm not holding you." He states. I look down to see I still have my legs wrapped around him but his hands are on either side of me. I blush and he flashes a dazzling smile.

"You think you're so smug." I unwrap my legs and crawl out from under him.

"I think no such thing." He crawls to meet me. He's again looking down at me. "Do you know why I told you not to kiss me?"

I'm taken aback by his question. I just assumed that I read the room wrong. I shake my head.

"Because if we started, I wouldn't be able to stop myself." He says openingly eyeing my bossom. I exhale sharply and I hear a rumble in his throat.

I lick and bite my bottom lip. He grabs my chin and pulls my lip from my teeth gently.

"Don't do that," his voice is hoarse. He looks deeply conflicted. Was I doing this to him? I nod to show my understanding. "Good."

He traces my lips and move to my jawline, outling my features. He lowers his face into the crock of my neck and inhale deeply.

I can feel his lips on my neck and I shiver. His hand grabs my hip and pushes me deeper into the couch putting space between our bodies.

He turns his head and his lip graze my jaw and my cheeks. He runs his nose across my face until he gets to my nose. He closes his eyes and rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss.

His left hand is still pushing on my hip while his right is helping him to balance above me.

I swallow and push my chest upwards, intentionally pushing my breasts into him. I hear him growl and I get wet. A small moan escape my lips.

I look at him, his eyes are still closed. I can see them shifting rapidly beneath his lids. He seems to be having an internal battle. I know it's wrong, but I want him to lose.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me. His eyes shot open and stare at me. They are those stormy grey again, revealing his inner turmoil.

I know now why he was fighting so hard to push me into the couch, the strain in his pants was unmistakable.

I turn up the playful side of me and lick his lips and his eyes turn dark with lust. I run my hands through his hair and trail them down his back, clawing at his shoulders and waist.

"Don't." He says strongly. His face contorts menacingly. I'm not afraid, I know he's fighting hard to control himself but I can't help myself, something is drawing me in. I can't seem to listen to reason. I don't want to listen to reason. He fans the flames inside me and I need this fire to rage.

I push against the hand pushing on my hip. When I can't go upwards, I twist and get out from under his grasp. My hands are under his shirt before he realises.

"Don't," He says again, his will power fading. He isn't even trying to stop me anymore. I kiss on his neck and rub my hands along his chest, stomach and back, clawing at his skin. I take tiny bites here and there. I can feel his erection grow harder. I rub against him and moan, getting my own satisfaction.

I feel a rush of air. We are no longer on the couch but he has me pressed between him and a wall. His chest is heaving and he's snarling. I try to touch him and he pushes me back against the wall. He's not hurting me. I wonder if this is what passionate love making or angry s*x will feel like.

I try to touch him again and he puts my hands above my head and spin me around. He pushes me up against the wall, my back is arched and he is rubbing his hand over my ass.

He s****s me and I flinch at the unexpected blow. He leans into me and grabs my breast roughly, while his manhood sticks me in my back.

"Is this what you wanted?" he remove his hands from my breast and I feel cold. He shoves his hand under my top and into my bra and my body jolts. "Answer me, beautiful. Is this what you wanted?"

I nod, licking my lips and biting it.

"What did I tell you about that mouth of yours?" he removes his hand again and pulls my lip from my teeth. "Maybe you need something else to do with that mouth." He whispers into my ear. My body is getting hotter. He sticks his finger in my mouth and I start sucking on it.

I didn't realise he has released my hands until I'm gripping his hand to push it more in my mouth. I turn around to face him, taking his finger in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

I can see he's just as turned on as me. He grabs me again and walks with me back to the couch. He throws me down and gets on top of me. He pulls up my shirt and push my bra out of the way.

He starts sucking on one breast as he kneads and caress the other. I can't help the moans that escape my lips. My body is responding to him so well.

I'm pulling his head into me and pushing him away when the feeling is too intense. He raises his head and grabs my pants. He unbuttons it in no time. In a flash his hand finds my sweet spot and he's pleasuring me.

I scream out when his fingers enter me. My back arch and I buck on the couch. He plays my body beautifully and in no time I'm screaming his name.

He licks his fingers and looks at me. I can see he's not finish. He has a look that let's me know I'm in for exactly what I wanted.

He undresses me quickly and I lay bare in front of him on the couch. His eyes slowly take in every inch of me. I want to hide but when I move to cover myself he pushes my hands away.

When he is satisfied, he lowers his face between my legs and continue his sweet torture. I'm grabbing his hair and thrashing but he doesn't let me go. I didn't think I was capable of coming twice and so quickly but he prove me wrong.

I arch my back and dig my nails into his shoulder as a strong o****m hits me. I see stars and my peripheral vision goes dark. All I can see if the tile for the ceiling above me.

I can hear my own moans and screams but they sound foreign. I feel his lips on mine and I taste myself. The kiss is passionate and strong. I think he's upset that I pushed him so far. The intensity of the kiss and his hand behind my head quickly rekindle the fire within me. I don't know what he's doing to me but I like it.

"Please, " I beg. My lips are swollen and I look at him in desperation. No matter how many times he makes me come, I know my body will continue until it gets all of him.

I hear him unzip his pants and my stomach does a backflip. I'm getting what I desire. My walls clench between my legs; an ache so bad that I can't explain it.

He positions himself between my legs and I feel him. I don't need to look to know he's big. He kisses me to relax me and I feel him slide into me.

I feel my body jolt again. I spread my legs to try and accommodate him. I can't help the jagged moans leaving my lips. When he's fully in, he doesn't wait in giving me time to get accustom. He starts thrusting and my breasts fall into rhythm. I squeeze my eyes shut as pain and pleasure ripple through me.

He pulls every bad word I know out of me as he slams in and out of me. He places a hand above my shoulder to keep me in place. His other hand is gripping my hips.

"Aahh, ooh" I asked for this I tell myself. He isn't gentle but I love it nonetheless. He's making my walls clench uncontrollably.

He pulls out and turns me over and enters me again. His hand is around my neck. I hear the sound of him slapping against my ass.

I grab my stomach. It feels like he's rearranging my insides.

He pulls me closer to the edge of the couch. He's standing and slamming into me more. He pushes my head into the cushion. I fully believe now that he's torturing me for not respecting his wishes.

He grabs both my shoulders and continue his assault. I can't take it anymore. I have to get away from him. I try to get away but he just pulls me up against his chest and grabs my breasts. He bites my neck and I scream.

So much sensory overload. I can't take it anymore. I can feel my walls clenching. I'm getting close to the end. He still pounding into me.

"Please, please," I beg repeatedly.

"You'll get no mercy here." He says roughly. His hand is back around my throat while the other is tight around my waist lifting me on each bounce.

"I'm sorry, " I cry. The stars and tunnel vision is back. I am going to die from s*x. My heart is racing so fast that I'm afraid it will give out. My body is no longer listening to me. I'm sure I'm vibrating at the moment. I didn't know I could do that. "Aahh, god."

"You feel so f*****g good," he says against my ear. The flames are getting hotter.

He changes position again. I'm now lying on the table, my legs over his shoulder. This man seems intent on making me pay.

The coolness of the table does nothing to reduce my temperature. I'm burning up badly.

"Come for me," he orders. I feel my walls clench tighter and my body obeys him. I grip the edge of the table and his hand as I thrash against the table. I couldn't control myself.

Why wasn't he stopping?

He keeps dragging out my o****m. My legs are shaking aggressively but he holds them tight to his chest.

"God." I scream, shutting my eyes. I feel him lift me up again and we're back at the wall. He doesn't stop pounding. Why won't he finish?!

"I give up. I can't take anymore. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you." I say breathlessly. I could barely keep my head up. "Please, no more."

"No, you'll take every last bit I have to give you. You asked for it and you'll get it." He says sternly.

After another o****m, he finally reaches his own. We sink to the floor and I curl up into a ball. I can't stop the shaking.

He pulls me into him and rubs my back. I wrap my arms around him and snuggle into his chest. My body finally calms down after a while. The spasms are slowly going away. He gets up and grabs my clothes, helping me to dress.

He dresses himself and pulls me back unto the couch. "How are you feeling?" He looks me over. I must look a mess. I know my bun is nonexistent, my eyes are red and my lips are swollen. My cooch hurts but it's very satisfied.

"I'm hungry." I say honestly. We didn't get to eat. I pick up my phone and watch the time. I freak out a bit when I see six missed calls and a few messages from my sister. "Oh, s**t. I have to call my sister. It's already after 2 am, I told her I'll be back for 12."

I call my sister and quickly reassure her that I was all right and I'll be home soon. By then, the food had arrived. I notice that Eli wasn't having anything.

"You're not hungry?" I ask, sitting back down next to him.

"No, I'm fine. Eat, you need your strength." He says pushing my food in front of me.

"You too," I say. "You did a lot of work."

"It was worth it." He says with a wink. I blush and feel my wall clench. His eyes darken like he knew. "Eat, so I can take you home."

"For round three?" I joke. He shakes his head. I pout. He motions for me to eat and I comply. When I was done he took us back downstairs and to his car. He drove me in blissful silence, holding my hand as he shifts gears. I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.

I am awaken to gentle kisses and nudges. I'm so tired, I'm even starting to ache.

"Let's get you upstairs, beautiful." He takes my keys and let us in. He takes me to my room and undresses me.

He leaves and comes back with a makeup wipe and helps takes off my mascara. I smile at him. He helps me change into my pjs and tucks me under the covers.

"Stay with me." I plead with him. He looks torn. He shakes his head but still gets under the covers with me. His legs are dangling off my bed and I'm resting against his chest.

He soothes me back to sleep then gently prys my fingers from his shirt and places me back into bed. He kisses my forehead and leaves.