by Kerri Carr
“I am burning with desire for you, dear Nicole,” Michael replied.
“I know. I can feel you against my tummy.” The heat of his swollen manhood was obvious. “I’m pretty hot for you too, baby.”
“I speak of a different longing, Nicole.” He raised his head and gazed deep into her eyes. Her eyes searched his face, which had reddened, and was dotted with beads of sweat.
“I like your longing,” Nicole said. She rocked her hips, rubbing her moist lips against his shaft. “You’re more longing than most men.”
“Stop this childish talk!” Michael snapped. “You chatter and jabber while I suffer with need.”
Nicole frowned at the unexpected outburst. “I’m sorry, baby. What do you need me to do for you?” I hope it’s nothing too kinky.
“I need to taste more of you.”
“You’ve tasted pretty much all my best bits, lover.” Nicole pressed her lips to his, inhaling the scent of her own juices.
“I need to taste your skin…”
“Uh-huh.”
“…your sweat…”
My sweat? That’s kinky alright.
“…your blood.”
Her eyes widened. “My what?”
He nodded. “I have an urgent and overwhelming need to do so.”
Although her head was swimming with lust and a peculiar dizziness, alarm bells sounded inside her head. Had she misheard him?
“Would you permit me to do that, dearest Nicole?”
“Taste my sweat?”
“Your blood.” As he spoke, he shifted his hips, placing his swollen cock-head against her slippery outer lips.
“Ah…” she was momentarily distracted. “Why would you want to taste my blood?
“Because…” He tilted his hips, and his swollen head slipped into her opening. “…you would experience such ecstasy…” He applied pressure, and he slid into her, making her cry out. “…it would make you weep with joy.”
Oh, wow…” She arched, groaning as he slid deeper.
“Would you permit me that, dear Nicole? A single drop of blood to ease my suffering?” He pushed deep, filling her with heat and hardness.
“Oh… fuck!”
“In exchange for unending ecstasy?”
“Nothing could feel better… than this.”
“Oh, but it could, Nicole. This is merely an appetizer to a fabulous experience which could be yours to cherish forever.” He began stroking in and out, withdrawing almost completely, then pushing deep until his body was pressed against hers.
“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”
“Unending pleasure, Nicole. For a single drop of blood.”
“I think… I’ll pass,” she managed to groan between cries. Immediately, Michael’s smooth, gentle strokes shifted into hard, frantic rutting.
“You would… be so selfish… as to deny me?” His body slammed mercilessly against hers as his anger rose.
“Holy fuck!” Nicole wailed. “Fucking… fucking… fuck!” She jammed her knuckles against her mouth to stifle her cries. His arms snaked around her, pulling their bodies together into a crushing embrace. Her breaths became quick and shallow, and her head spun until reality started to slip away.
“Please… Nicole… indulge… me…”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“You would allow me to taste your blood?” His thrusting slowed minutely.
“Fuck, no! But don’t stop what you’re doing! It’s fucking amazing!” She dug her fingernails into his buttocks and willed him to thrust harder.
“One… single… fucking… drop…”
“Oh, my God! I love the way you make me feel.”
Michael growled as he hammered his loins against hers. The urge to forego the seduction and simply use his teeth to tear away her skin was overpowering. But he’d already tried, as had Adam, and he’d been repelled by an unknown force. Perhaps his nails would prove to be more effective. But as he pressed his fingertips to her skin, heat burned his hands, sending unbearable waves of pain through his forearms.
“Fuck!” he cried. “Fucking hell!”
“Yes, baby! Come for me!” Nicole cried, mistaking his cry for ecstasy. “Fuck me hard and come deep inside me!” Her legs rose to wrap themselves around his waist; her heels pressed into his back and she urged him ever faster. For a moment he resisted, wondering who she was to command him so, when she refused his simple request for blood.
But then he surrendered to his primal urges and gave her what she wanted. They fucked for thirty more seconds, before he groaned deeply and flooded her with liquid heat. Nicole cried out and clung to him as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body. Every breath was a shallow wheeze, followed by a squeezed-out cry of happiness. For several minutes, she was unable to speak, but released the trapped Michael from between her legs as the blood thundered in her ears. She barely noticed his low growl of suppressed anger; she completely missed the touch of his lips to her throbbing carotid artery and the resulting hiss of pain as he was repelled by her blood.
“Please, Nicole…”
She patted his leg absently. “Give me a few minutes, lover. We can go again when I’ve managed to get my breath back.” The bed shifted as he moved away. “You really knocked the stuffing out of me.” Clothing rustled softly as he dressed, then crept out of the bedroom.
“Not that I’m complaining. You were great! I might not be able to walk properly tomorrow, but… well, wow!” She lay on the bed, naked and perspiring as her front door closed silently. Masculine fluids trickled from her body and pooled on the bed cover, but she cared little about the mess as the listlessness that had held her since her encounter in the basement finally claimed her. Nicole drifted into a deep sleep, still wearing a contented smile. Dreams of shadowy lovers surrounded her throughout the night as Michael sought solace by drinking the blood of a lesser woman only half a mile away.
*****
Nicole scrambled from her bed when the second, panic alarm clock began to screech. She’d snoozed her regular clock—she glanced at the display to gauge the time—three times now.
“Wow…” she groaned as she stretched. “I must have been so far gone…”
With no time left to shower, she utilized some moist wipes to freshen herself up, then dressed quickly, wondering why she’d been so sticky between the legs. She’d had no hot dreams—that she could remember.
“Maybe someone crept in through a window and had their wicked way with me.” She grabbed her purse and coat, then hurried out of the house. Time was short, so she flagged down a passing cab and threw herself into the back. She called out her destination before she’d settled herself into the seat.
“Sure thing,” the cabbie called as he turned in the street. “Running late?”
“You could say that.”
“Party last night?”
Nicole sighed. Why did cabbies insist on chatting? “Nope. Spent the night…” She frowned. What had she done last night? “…watching TV,” she finished, rather than invent a reason.
“Didn’t think there was much on last night, not on a Monday. What’cha watch?”
“Re-runs,” Nicole said, then stared out of a side window, hoping he’d lose interest.
“Must have been good re-runs,” he said, undeterred. “You have a real glow in your cheeks.”
“Oh, my God…” Nicole pressed her fingers to her cheeks, which were burning. What had she been doing?
~
“What happened to you last night?” Eddie demanded.
“Oh, not you as well,” Nicole groaned.
“As well? Why, who else did you run and hide from?”
“I don’t remember hiding anywhere,” Nicole replied.
“Then how did you get home Miss Afraid-of-the-dark? Answer me that!”
“I…” She sagged. “Eddie, I honestly have no idea how I got home, or what I did all night.”
“You had another blackout?”
“I don’t think so. I woke up in bed.” Naked and sti
cky instead of in my jammies.
“But you have no memory of your time after work?”
“Nothing at all.”
“Then I think you’re right. You should speak to someone. Do you want me to arrange an appointment?”
“If it’s no trouble.” She stared at her shoes. “I’d probably forget to book it.”
~
Nicole suffered no further memory loss during her shift. And when Eddie reminded her that the time had come to go home, she thanked him, and went outside to hail a cab. Her brow wrinkled as the cab pulled over, driven by the same man who’d brought her to work.
“Uh… hello again.”
“Miss re-runs, isn’t it? How are ya?”
“Feeling better than I did this morning.”
“Going straight home?”
“Uh… I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” she said cautiously.
“It is if I’m driving you there. If you’re planning on going somewhere else, be sure to let me know, though.” He leaned back in his seat and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
Nicole laughed nervously. “I’m sorry. Of course you need to know. I guess I’m still dopey.”
“So it’s home, then?”
“Yes. Home, please. Do you remember—” But the cab was already moving in the right direction. Nicole sat back to watch the traffic roll past.
“Are you eating properly?”
“What?” Who are you? My mother?
“If you’re not using the right fuel, the engine ain’t gonna rev sweetly.”
“I guess not.”
“Make sure you eat properly tonight. If I wasn’t so busy, I’d offer to cook for you myself.”
“You cook?”
He shrugged. “Amongst other talents. I’m half Italian.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Name’s Adam, by the way.”
“Nicole,” she replied without thinking.
“Nice to meet you, Nicole.”
Adam left Nicole to her own thoughts for the remainder of the journey, for which she was grateful. When they arrived outside her apartment, she handed him a generous tip, and pulled on the door handle. The door remained firmly closed. She pulled harder and pressed her shoulder to the frame, but it refused to open.
“Oh, sorry. Let me get that.” Adam climbed out and walked around. When he lifted the handle, the door swung open immediately. Nicole shook her head as she climbed out.
“Sorry, lady. Something wrong with the mechanism inside. I need to fix it.”
“It’s okay. Thanks… Adam.” She glanced up into his dark eyes…
…and froze.
“My pleasure, Nicole. Now, if you’d care to invite me in, I’d like to cook something hot for you, by way of an apology.”
“Invite you in…” Nicole echoed softly.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to intrude, but you need someone to take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Someone to massage your feet, and rub your back?”
“Rub my back?” Nicole smiled gently. The idea appealed greatly. She hadn’t noticed any discomfort from her feet or back, but now the idea was in her head, she relished the idea of having her aches massaged away.
“I’m a man of many talents,” Adam declared.
“I’m beginning to see that. But didn’t you say you were busy tonight?”
He shrugged. “Tuesdays are dead. I’m happy to spare you some time.” He leaned closer. “Your feet are really aching, aren’t they?”
Nicole groaned. “I need to get out of these shoes.” From hardly troubling her at all, the pain in her feet had become intolerable. She urgently needed a massage, and the ideal person was offering to help her.
“If you’re sure…”
“Of course I’m sure. I’d be happy to help. Lead on.” His arm swept in the direction of her door. Needing no further bidding, the slightly uncoordinated Nicole hurried toward her apartment. When the door was open, she indicated that Adam should step inside. As she followed him, she completely missed his final backward glance at the dark figure standing across the street.
~
Adam’s foot massage was brief, but wonderful. The mysterious and unpleasant ache faded as quickly as it had begun, so when he suggested she undress and lie on the bed, she complied, eager to ease the dull ache in her lower back. But when his fingers unhooked her bra, she panicked.
“Wait, what are you doing?” She gathered her boobs in her hands.
“The bra strap will get in the way, Nicole.”
“You were supposed to be massaging my lower back, Adam.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy the experience much more once you’re topless.” He leaned over so he could gaze directly into her eyes. Nicole’s resistance melted away.
“Well… okay, but no peeking, okay?”
“Okay. Not unless you ask me to.” Adam smiled knowingly.
“I’m sure I won’t be doing that.”
He leaned close to Nicole’s ear. “You’ll become very excited, I imagine. And you might want to turn onto your back once the ache has gone.”
“And I might not,” Nicole said. “You’re presuming a lot, Adam.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see.” He laid his hands on her lower back and slid them across her skin. “The ache will disappear quickly, Nicole, and then you might want me to put my hands to other uses.”
“Really?” She raised a cynical eyebrow. “Such as?”
“Massaging your buttocks.” He slid his hands over her rounded cheeks to demonstrate.
“Hey!”
“You don’t think it feels nice?” He squeezed her cheeks firmly.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t nice. But it started as a back massage.”
“Does your back ache?”
“I…” Nicole frowned. “No, no, it doesn’t. How can that--”
He wriggled his fingers. “I have magic hands. You know what else I can make happen?”
“What?”
“I can make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel amazing, and make you beg me stop but never stop.”
“And which one are you planning to do next?”
“All of them.” He slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her panties.
“Oh, my God!” Her entire body stiffened. “What are you doing?”
“You won’t stop me, Nicole. You won’t want to. You’ll beg me to make you cry out until you sleep.”
“You’re taking a lot for granted, Adam.” She struggled to hide her smile. Truthfully, the idea of him touching her was sending waves of heat through her body. Lying helplessly beneath him while he caressed her was a wonderful thrill. His fingers were firm against her lips, sending electric tingles into her pelvis. He was right, she felt no desire to stop him.
None whatsoever.
~
The thrill escalated after he pulled off her panties, then shed his own clothes. As he predicted, she rolled onto her back and revealed her naked body. Her hands reached for him, eager to touch his proud erection, which was even thicker than…
She frowned. Thicker than whose? She tried to remember, but decided not to worry about it, preferring to live in the moment instead.
He lowered himself toward her face, sighing as her tongue stroked the underside of his thick shaft, flicking gently until she reached the swollen head.
“Take it in your mouth, Nicole.”
“I want to,” she whispered. “I want to because… you want me to.” A brief frown wrinkled her forehead, but melted away as his cock-head slipped past her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and her nostrils flared as she sucked on him. Adam cupped the back of her head to encourage her to take more of him into her mouth. His other hand stroked her light covering of pubic hair, sliding down toward her moist lips to explore her slippery flesh. Nicole rolled her hips as his fingers found her swollen clit and circled it, pressing firmly on the hard bud. After a moment, he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them. Nicole opened her eyes to watch.
“
I love the way you taste, Nicole.”
“Mm-hmm?”
“I love your scent, your soft skin beneath my hands, and the heat between your legs.”
“I love your hard cock,” she replied with a smile. “I love thinking about how it’ll feel inside me.”
“I want to put my mouth on you. I want to taste your wetness. But I don’t want you to stop doing that.”
“This?” She took him deep into her mouth, caressing his shaft with her tongue. Her fingers curled around the base of his erection, squeezing firmly.
“Yes, exactly that.” He leaned toward her feet, adjusting his position so she was able to keep him in her mouth. When he was close enough to reach her, he extended his tongue and trailed the tip along her slippery lips. Nicole moaned softly as his mouth followed the trail his fingers had blazed.
“You taste divine, Nicole.”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Absolutely.” He moved sideways, pushing her leg aside so he could kiss her inner thigh. Nicole moaned briefly, disappointed that he’d moved on, but continued sucking on him. Adam gazed at the soft, pale skin of her thigh, wondering if he dare try his plan. There was a fifty percent chance of it working, which on reflection, were pretty good odds. Steeling himself, he bared his teeth, and caught her skin between them.
Pain flared in his jaw, and his head was thrown back, as if he’d been punched by a prize-fighter.
“Fuck!”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Uh… cramp!” he managed. How in the hell could a human woman repel him so fiercely?
“We should move around,” Nicole suggested. “Get more comfortable.”
“Good… idea.” Adam massaged his jaw as he rose to his feet, then lowered himself onto Nicole as she laid back and spread her legs for him. She bit her lower lip as his cock nudged her thigh, then her pussy. It was such a thrill to lie beneath this man, who she’d only met that morning, with her legs wide and his cock ready to slip into her. She felt so slutty, but so excited at the thought of a casual fuck with a near stranger. Her behavior was so out of character for the normally shy Nicole, she could scarcely believe it was really happening. How had a cab driver persuaded her to do this?
