by Liza James
He wrapped his arms around her waist and heaved a hard breath against her belly. “Anyone ever told you how sweet you taste? God, I could make a meal out of you anytime, day or night.”
Standing in her black spiked heels and cape, with her shirt shoved up above her breasts and her bra dangling open, Sherri had never felt sexier. And the need to pleasure Dracula was becoming stronger by the second. “Your turn, Vlad.”
Will let out a deep rumble of satisfaction and rose to his feet. “No arguments here.” He took her in his arms and captured her mouth. Shocked by the taste of herself on his lips, Sherri stood dazed for a moment. But her own juices turned out to be quite an aphrodisiac, and with a low growl, she caught him off guard, spun him around and pinned him against the wall.
“Easy, Tiger,” he chuckled, repeating his words of earlier.
As she nipped at his throat with her lips and teeth, she worked his belt loose and unfastened his jeans.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as she slowly worked the zipper down his enormous erection.
Wow, he was big; a whole lot bigger than she was used to. With a pang of uncertainty, she wondered if the sucker would fit in her mouth. Wouldn’t she look stupid if she couldn’t even give the man a proper blowjob? A hysterical urge to laugh rose up, and she swallowed it down along with her worries.
She managed to work his jeans down his thick thighs until his hard cock sprang free. She stroked him for a minute with both hands, learning the feel of him from the silky head to the base, and finally the twin globes below. Satin over steel.
His head dropped back against the wall with a soft thud, and she smiled into the darkness. A sudden feeling of power overtook her. She wanted to give this man the blowjob of a lifetime, wanted him to remember this night always, just as she would. Two strangers in a world of complete darkness, giving each other mindless pleasure. Without a word, she released him and undid the cape, folding it and placing it on the cold tile floor before going down on her knees before him. She curled her fingers around his hot shaft and could literally feel it pulsate in her hand. The musky scent of his sex wafted around her like expensive cologne, seductive and spicy, and though they were engulfed in pitch blackness, she squeezed her eyes closed and inhaled deeply. To her surprise, her core grew wet again, and her clit throbbed.
“Take me in your mouth, baby, please.”
My pleasure. Sherri opened wide and wrapped her lips around his heavy shaft. Holding him in one hand, she braced herself on his thigh with the other. Will groaned words of encouragement as she worked her lips and mouth down his thick pole, one delicious inch at a time.
He palmed the back of her head and gently rocked his hips forward. “Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart, use your tongue, too. Oh, God, yeah…suck hard, baby, that’s it…feels so good. Cup my balls, too…mmm, fuck yeah, just like that.”
The dirtier he talked, the more turned on she became. He told her what to do, what he liked, and Sherri wanted to please him more than anything. Her ex had been the polar opposite. He’d ridiculed her attempts, told her she was no good at oral sex, or anything else for that matter. The jerkoff had actually brought her to tears while she’d had his dick in her mouth. Yep, she was well rid of that asshole and wanted nothing more than to wipe him from her memory.
Giving great head to a handsome stranger was a damn good start.
With renewed vigor, she focused solely on sucking Will’s cock. He was rock solid and throbbing in her mouth, no doubt getting damn close to orgasm. She licked and sucked her way down his fat shaft, using her tongue to drive him wild, then pulled back till just his head was in her mouth and suckled hard.
“Oh, God…baby, you’re killing me here.” His hips lurched forward, but then just as quickly, he shifted and withdrew from her mouth. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come inside you. Do you want me inside you, sweetheart?”
She swallowed hard, feeling an odd loss now that her mouth was empty. Maybe her inner slut was finally making an appearance. The thought brought a ridiculously satisfied smile to her face, although she was damn glad he couldn’t see it. “More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.”
Quick as a whip, she was jerked back into his arms and his hot mouth slanted across hers, hard and demanding. He hunched forward and grasped her naked ass with both hands, lifting her up to his waist.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered “That’s it, sweetheart, nice and tight.” He took her mouth again, kissing her with a passion she’d never known before, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His hands massaged and stroked her backside, his fingers teasing the cleft between her cheeks. She felt a twinge of embarrassment, but quickly tamped it down. Tonight she was a woman on a mission.
And the next phase of the operation? Fuck Dracula’s brains out.
Sherri tore her mouth free and, as if she did this every day, said, “I want to be on top.” She’d gotten a taste of it only once, but she had liked the control that position gave. The dominance. Something she’d never had before, with either of her two lovers.
Will grunted his approval. “Where’s the cape?”
“On the floor. Put me down. I’ll spread it out.”
“Hurry up, Tiger. I’m so hot for you a stiff breeze might do me in.”
She laughed softly, loving the way his words made her feel. Beautiful. Desirable. Sexy. She made quick work of the cape before ordering him to lie down on his back. He complied, then said, his deep voice thick, “I want you to do something for me first.”
“Anything, Vlad. Your wish is my command.” God, she so loved this, playing sex games. Just the thought of straddling his hips and sinking down onto his iron-hard erection caused a flood of hot cream to drip from her core. How she wanted this man.
“Glad to hear it. I want you to sit on my face so I can taste you again. I want to eat your pussy till you’re just about to come, then I want you to take me inside you and fuck me till we both explode.”
Oh, my God…Will’s naughty words had exactly the right effect. Sherri came damn close to orgasm where she stood. It was on the tip of her tongue to deny him, to deny herself. What he wanted her to do was so…hell, she didn’t know, but she’d certainly never done it before. “I think I can handle that,” she managed to whisper before kneeling down and feeling her way over his body.
When his hot breath feathered across her sensitive flesh, she knew she’d found the right spot. His hands came up and grasped both her ass cheeks to hold her steady. If she were facing the opposite way, she could grab his cock and do a sixty-nine, something else she’d never done. Although the thought was heady, she decided to trust what Will had in store.
And then it was déjà vu time. The first swipe of his tongue nearly unglued her. Good God, the man knew exactly what he was doing. Sherri fell into rhythm with him as that sweet pressure built, rolling her hips back and forth with each hot stroke. He took turns laving her slick folds and sucking her clit, driving her quickly to the edge of insanity. Flames of pleasure licked out to every nerve in her body, incinerating her from the inside out until she felt that familiar clenching in her gut.
When she was on the verge of explosion, when she couldn’t take his sweet torture even a second longer, she pried his hands from her ass and slid back, out of reach of his tongue…that magical tongue.
Sherri closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. She wanted to sink onto his erection and give him the ride of his life. Fuck him so hard and good he’d never forget her. “Do you have protection?”
Will leaned up, probably to fish his wallet out of his back pocket. “Christ, I forgot. See what you do to me, baby?” She heard the crinkle of a foil package being torn open, imagined him rolling the condom over his granite-hard erection. Then his hand was stroking her thigh, urging her to mount him.
Sherri positioned herself on her knees over him, grasped his stiff sex and guided to her slick opening. She sank down slowly onto his steely length.
“That�
�s it, baby, take me inside you,” Will whispered. “Christ, I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you right now.”
His words were like a hot flame to dry kindling, setting Sherri ablaze with desire. She licked her suddenly dry lips and braced herself on his chest, gobbling up his fat cock inch by torturous inch. He filled her so completely, so perfectly, she felt the inane urge to weep. Sheesh, woman, get a grip, she silently ordered herself. One good fuck and you’re ready to bawl your eyes out.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice so gentle she nearly lost it again.
“I’m good. Just…enjoying every inch of you.”
He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into tight buds. “You sure know how to make a guy feel special. Whatever cosmic force led us both to this place at the same time, I’m forever thankful.”
She swallowed hard. “Me, too.” With a deep breath, Sherri fully impaled herself on him, until his entire length throbbed inside her.
“Jesus…holy shit, Tiger, you don’t screw around.” He clasped her hips and spread his legs a bit. “Ride me, honey. Rock my boring fucking world.”
And Sherri did just that. With her hands braced on his chest, she rode up and down his thick cock, the going easy thanks to the lubrication of her own juices. She’d wet him up good. He slid his hands from her hips to her thighs and moaned low in his throat as she brought him closer to completion with each slick stroke. Oh, God, she was going to come again. For the first time in her life she was going to know what it felt like to have multiple orgasms. Two in one night. Hell, in one hour.
Losing the strength in her arms as her muscles turned to Jell-O, Sherri propped her forearms on his thick pecs. Will’s arm snaked around, one hand grasping her ass, the other holding her so close she could feel the wild beating of his heart. They were both breathing so hard it was a miracle they didn’t pass out. They strained together, hips pumping in perfect cadence, their twined bodies slapping in that urgent quest for completion. And then it was upon her, an orgasm so powerful white lights flash behind her eyelids. She clutched his back so tightly he’d no doubt leave here with battle wounds.
Will came a second later, his raw groan of satisfaction like a lion’s roar next to her soft cries of release. As the slow undulation of their hips gradually came to a stop, Sherri collapsed onto his chest with a hearty sigh of relief. Will chuckled, the sound rumbling up from deep in his broad chest.
They didn’t even get a moment to bask in the glow as the lights popped on, blinding and shocking the hell out of them at the same time. Sherri’s face flamed as reality dawned, and she disentangled herself from him with as much dignity as she could muster. She’d had the most incredible sex of her life—and then some—with a complete stranger. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—
“Hey, you okay? You look like you might pass out or something.” He sat up and helped her to her feet.
“Thanks, I’m…fine.” While she hurriedly gathered her clothes and started dressing, Will stood and pulled up his jeans, keeping the used condom on, she noticed. She picked up the cape, shook it out and held it out to him with shaking fingers.
The chattering of distant voices broke the silence a moment before the fast clip of feet on the old tile floor echoed down to them. They barely had time to make eye contact as the scratching of a key in the lock preceded the heavy metal door swinging open.
“Hell, Roy, they were right!” Two young men, no more than college-aged, rushed forward, both blond and average looking—or maybe every male she encountered would now pale in comparison to Will.
The young men wore Jaycee name badges, and the taller of the two, the one who’d already spoken, asked, “You two all right? We sure are sorry about this. We got everyone out fast as we could when the power went out, but then a group of kids said they hadn’t seen Dracula or the Tiger lady come out.”
Will spoke first. “We’re good. Just a little anxious to get the hell out of here, as I’m sure you can imagine.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s pitch fuc-, er, sorry. It’s dark as hell down here when the lights are out. Lucky you two had each other to keep from going nuts.” Without waiting for a response, the young men led the way back upstairs.
“You got a washroom here?” Will asked once they reached the main entrance.
“Yep, right there next to the stairs.” The taller one pointed back toward where they’d just come.
“Thanks.” He turned to Sherri as the young men walked out of the building. “I’d like to see you home. Wait for me? I’ll be quick.”
Positive her cheeks must be the color of ripe peaches, Sherri gave a quick nod. But as soon as the bathroom door closed behind him, she spun on her heel and hurried out into the chilly Halloween night.
Chapter Three
By the time she reached her friend’s front door, Sherri knew she’d made the biggest mistake of her life. She’d panicked, plain and simple. And she didn’t even know Will’s last name, so she had no way to look him up and apologize.
Despair hung like a dark cloud over her head, and all she wanted to do was turn around and race home, bury her head under the covers until she felt like she could look herself in the mirror again.
The door flew open. “There you are! Hell, I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”
Sherri made her way through the throng of people as she followed her longtime friend into the kitchen. She’d driven around for nearly half an hour, afraid that if she stopped off at home first to wash up and gain her bearings, she’d never make it to the party.
“Looks like you could use a drink.”
“Actually, I think I’m gonna head home. Sorry, Tammy, but I just don’t feel much like partying.”
Tammy, who’d dressed up as Raggedy Ann, hurried over and wrapped an arm around Sherri’s waist, giving her a squeeze. “Okay, spill. What happened? Did that asshole try to call—”
“No, this has nothing to do with my ex.” Sherri gave her head a rueful shake. “Trust me, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Tammy cocked a brow. “Try me.”
And so she did. Once she’d explained how she and Will had gotten trapped in the darkened basement of the haunted house, she met her friend’s gaze and admitted, “I fucked him, Tam. Right on the floor in the basement, nothing but his cape between us and the cold tile floor.”
Tammy’s mouth dropped open. “You? No frigging way.”
When Sherri merely gazed at her, Tammy murmured, “Oh, my God, you’re serious?”
“Yep. The boring little wallflower threw caution to the wind and screwed a complete stranger.”
“Well, you don’t exactly look happy. Was the sex lousy?”
Despite everything, Sherri couldn’t help but laugh. “No. In fact, it was amazing. Incredible.” Multiple orgasm incredible.
“So where is this Casanova?” Tammy’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me he split as soon as you guys were rescued.”
Miserable, Sherri shook her head. “Uh, no, that would be me. He offered to drive me home as soon as he used the restroom, but I panicked. Ran out of there so fast I probably left skid marks. It was just…I don’t know. The thought of facing him…having a conversation with him. I mean, where do you go after you’ve balled someone’s brains out on the floor in the dark? A complete stranger at that?”
Tammy peered at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Well, it’s probably for the best anyway.” A sheepish grin lifted the corners of her lips. “Truth is Mike and I had planned to introduce you to a friend of his. Newly divorced, gorgeous, no kids. If I wasn’t already married, I’d jump him myself.” She gave Sherri a playful elbow in the ribs. “He’s Mike’s foreman down at the plant. I think they’re out in the garage looking at Mike’s huge new riding lawnmower.”
Sherri let out a sigh of regret. “He sounds great, Tam, honest. But I just can’t do it tonight. Maybe another time.”
The door that led into the garage swung open, and a deep, familiar voice stoppe
d her dead in her tracks. She spun around and stared in stunned silence as Tammy’s husband strode toward them, Dracula at his side.
“Will?”
He stopped a few feet before her and propped his hands on his hips. “Hey, Tiger. Talk about fate, huh?”
“Wait, how do you two know each—oh. Oh!”
Sherri laughed as her friend quickly put two and two together.
Tammy rushed to her husband’s side, her delighted smile so big she could hardly contain it. “Come on, Mike. Let’s go check on the food.” Mike arched a curious brow, but followed his wife from the room without comment.
Once they were gone, Will dropped his arms and moved in closer, looming over her. “I should be pissed as hell.”
“I’m sorry, I truly am. But I was embarrassed, dammit. I couldn’t even look you in the eye. So…I freaked.”
“You were amazing, and the thought that I’d never see you again…” His gaze became intense, and he pulled her into his arms. “Okay, so we did things a little backwards. Big goddamn deal. I want to get to know you, sweetheart. I was hoping you felt the same way.”
“I do, it’s just—”
He brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her in the most delicious way. When he finally ended the kiss, he leaned back and gazed down at her. “So what do you say we go check out Mike’s riding lawnmower? I’m pretty sure the garage locks from the inside.”
Sherri stepped back and grasped his hand, lacing their fingers together. “I don’t know.” She grinned up at him. “Look what happened the last time I followed after you.”
“I had the most mind-blowing sex of my life with the sexiest lady on the planet. You?”
“Hell, I can top that. I did Dracula.”
Will tipped his head back and laughed. He started off toward the garage, pulling her along behind him. “Come on, you have to check this thing out. Sweetest ride you’ll ever have.”
“I’m counting on it, Vlad.”
