Party Vamps

by Jennifer North

  Willing herself to enjoy the water and stay loose, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound of the bubbles surging around her. Jack asked Alex a question about a party they’d apparently attended together last week. She was curious about their relationship and settled back to listen, but the gurgling water soon began to drown out their voices.

  Her drink slipped from her fingers. She sat up quickly and caught the stem as it hit the water. Damn. She must have drifted off. She had no idea how much time had passed. She blinked her eyes and noticed everyone was watching her.

  “I think we’re boring Caro.” Jack’s voice was warm with humor.

  “Why don’t you entertain her?” Alex suggested in a dry tone.

  “My pleasure…” Jack leaned over and took the nearly empty martini glass from her. Holding her gaze, he set the glass on the spa’s edge before placing his lips gently over hers, tasting.

  Caro’s breath caught on a sigh. She reached up to hold on to his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. His tongue was firm and hot and his hands were warm and wet as he stroked her shoulders, her neck, the tips of her breasts. He tasted like vodka and lemon. His tongue stroked hers over and over until she moaned.

  Jack drew back, his chest heaving. “I think we’re both awake now.”

  “That’s for sure,” Caro agreed. Steamy heat fired her cheeks.

  “Well, I think that put an end to our boring discussion, Jack.” Alex stood up. Water, steam and candlelight accentuated the angles and curves of his leanly muscled body. With his gleaming cock unabashedly erect, he looked like some kind of sex god rising from the fires of the earth.

  Oh man…and was she ever damned…

  “Shall we go inside and begin our meeting in earnest?” Alex made no move to disguise his arousal as he stepped out of the spa and put on his robe.

  Caro jumped when he put his warm hand on her shoulder. “Can I give you a hand out?”

  She gave him her hand and quickly stepped over the side, shivering as cool air hit her body. “Thanks,” she murmured as he draped her shoulders with a thick terry robe.

  “My pleasure.” He reached up to untie the sash of his robe from her hair, running his fingers through her curls as they tumbled down her back. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

  She held her breath and felt her heart thump wildly. She thought he was going to lean down to kiss her, but he turned away and helped Sherene dry off. Sherene whispered something to Alex in French, his responding laughter intimate and low. Caro stuffed her fingers into her robe’s deep pockets and quickly made her way into the loft. The others followed close behind.

  “Let’s light more candles,” Jack said as he walked through the great room and over to the table. A huge mirrored tray covered with candles had been placed at the table’s center. Sherene got matches from the kitchen counter and began to light them. Her pale face glowed as the candles began to throw a surprising amount of light into the room.

  “Caro, why don’t you go get that lovely portfolio you were showing me earlier?” Jack asked.

  Caro looked at his shadowed face. She couldn’t tell what his mood was. Were they actually going to discuss their proposals? The room hummed with sexual tension, the throbbing tune building higher every second.

  She walked over to the couch where she’d thrown her briefcase, found her portfolio and brought it back to the table. Jack and Alex stood on the opposite side, their faces flickering in the candlelight. Sherene put her arm around Alex’s waist. Alex hadn’t bothered to retie his robe and Caro could see the curve of his erect cock looming in the shadows of red silk.

  Jack opened the folder. “Let’s see, since I’m the guy overseeing this project I guess I should be the one to direct this…meeting of the minds. That is, if everyone’s amenable.” His manner was incongruously businesslike as he leafed through the pages of Caro’s portfolio.

  “Sure,” said Alex.

  Caro nodded her head. Her mouth felt dry. She wondered if it would be a bad idea to have another martini.

  “We’re going to go over the assets of Ms. Connery’s proposal, point by point. I’ll be the final judge of suitability, but I expect others to give their input.” Jack walked over to Caro. His words seemed playful but his blue eyes gleamed intently. “People in your line of business frequently encourage sampling of their wares, do they not?”

  “Yes.” Caro’s answer was half gasp as Jack untied her robe in a swift movement.

  “Do you mind if we do a little sampling tonight?” He put his hands just under the robe’s lapels and raised an eyebrow.

  She bit her lip, hesitating. Oh God. How far did she want to take this? She felt Alex’s gaze on her face, felt his unspoken dare. He was the only one here who knew her past—and he knew that in the past she would have bailed on this kind of scene.

  “No.” She tried to make her voice louder than a whisper. “I don’t mind.” Jack pushed the robe off her shoulders. She felt her stomach muscles clench and her nipples tighten in the cool air.

  “Well,” murmured Jack. “I would certainly say that first impressions are very, very good.”

  “Agreed.” Alex’s voice sounded hoarse.

  “Very nice,” Sherene purred, heavenly blue eyes now half-lidded.

  “Please be seated, Ms. Connery.” Jack gently pushed her down onto one of the wooden dining chairs. “Or may I call you Caroline?”

  “Caro, please.”

  “Very pretty.” Jack knelt in front of her chair and pulled the belt from the waist of his robe. Caro could feel heat rising from his body as he carefully took one of her ankles and tied it to the leg of the chair with the belt. He used the other end to tie her other ankle to the opposite leg.

  Caro heard Sherene exhale a fluttery sigh when Jack stood up and dropped his robe to the floor. Caro didn’t blame her for the reaction. Because really, humans didn’t get any more impressive than Jack. He was ripped and raring to go.

  Using the belt from her robe, Jack tied Caro’s hands together behind the back of the chair. Caro stifled a gasp as his naked torso brushed her arm. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told Alex how she’d been intimidated by Jack’s size the first time she’d seen him. And yeah, she was still intimidated. Topped by a wide, reddish-purple head, the shaft shadowed the muscled ridges of his belly. He had the longest—and thickest—cock she’d ever seen.

  Standing up, Jack circled around her, surveying his handiwork. “Can I trust everyone to follow my rules?”

  Caro licked her dry lips as Sherene dropped her robe to the floor. “You can trust me,” Sherene said, her voice low and sultry.

  Alex merely nodded, his expression unreadable.

  Caro tried to keep her eyes on Jack’s face but the sight of that massive cock in the flickering candlelight was irresistible. Her thoughts danced and burned like the wick-eating flames. She remembered Alex’s favorite piece of advice—don’t think, just feel. She felt the cool ebony wood beneath her buttocks and thighs, her pussy so wet her labia clung together even as her legs were spread wide enough to straddle the sides of the chair.

  Jack knelt down and gently spread the lips of her pussy with his fingers, careful to avoid touching her clit. Inhaling deeply, Caro tried desperately to keep from wiggling her ass over the seat of her chair.

  “There are a few rules I have for this type of meeting.” Jack’s voice was a curious combination of authority and sensuality. “Only I say when and where you may open. Only I say when you may come. If you don’t follow the rules, the meeting is over. If anybody wants to stop the action at any time, say ‘uncle’. Does everyone understand and agree to the rules?”

  Sherene nodded, moving to stand next to him, her eyes on his colossal cock, her elegant fingers slowly stroking his shoulder.

  “Agreed,” said Alex.

  “Yes,” said Caro.

  Jack stood up, moving behind her, and Caro closed her eyes as she felt him lean closer, his rigid length brushing against her shoulder, his flesh hot but h
is touch making her shiver.

  “Alex, you stand in front,” Jack commanded. Caro’s blood flamed in response to Alex’s closeness, his body heat inciting a fiery reaction.

  She opened her eyes to see Alex’s cock was now within centimeters of her chin. She licked her lips, her reaction immediate and involuntary.

  Jack chuckled softly and whispered down into her ear. “Our Alex is indeed a big boy…but that’s what you wanted, right? To play with the big boys?”

  Caro couldn’t speak. Swallowing convulsively, she tried to ignore the heat and power radiating from Alex’s cock. She could see the veins throbbing, the head getting slicker. She swayed forward. Oh God. Her tattoo throbbed against the gently knotted tie at her wrists.

  “Caro.” Jack was back to using his VP of marketing voice. “Please tell us what you feel is your proposal’s strongest asset and describe how it would complement…our rather obvious needs.”

  Caro cleared her throat. She needed to concentrate if she was going to play this game.

  “Umm.” Shit. That was a bad start.

  She should be assertive about her talents.

  She lifted her chin as she tried again. “Commitment, of course. I put my heart and soul into my work—neither one is occupied elsewhere,” she paused and closed her eyes for a brief moment, “so I can be whatever I need to be for any type of client. Anytime.”

  Jack laughed appreciatively. “See why she’s a finalist?”

  “She presents herself well,” Alex agreed.

  “And how about King and Associates?” Caro asked. “What do they bring to the table?”

  “Mm.” Sherene lifted a section of Caro’s hair and slowly twined it around her fingers. “A very big appetite.”

  Caro felt a gentle tug on her scalp as Sherene took up another section of long, thick hair. Hot, moist, silky skin brushed against her bare shoulders and neck. Jack’s cock. Sherene was wrapping it in lengths of Caro’s hair.

  Caro looked up at Alex, who stood silently watching. His eyes glittered verdant green as he ran a long finger up the length of his cock, twirling a fingertip around the crest of the head before pushing it down, away from his tight belly. She gasped when she felt the hot, moist ball of the head come into contact with the tender underside of her breast. He moved in closer, reaching down to take the weight of her breasts in his hands and pressing the upper half of his distended cock between the twin mounds.

  She moaned and his knowing smile was strangely intimate. Like they were alone in the room and the pleasure he was about to unleash was exclusively for her. He stroked the pebbled flesh surrounding her nipples with his thumbs while his fingers rhythmically pressed the globes of her breasts against the length of his cock. Caro’s breath left her mouth in a ragged sigh. The thump of her heartbeat in her ears was so loud she could barely hear Sherene’s whispers of encouragement.

  Her skin had always been incredibly sensitive and this particular type of erotic massage was about to send her over the edge. She could feel Sherene’s supple fingers stroking her neck, feel Jack’s hot cock rubbing strands of silky hair against her shoulder blades. Her vision was filled with Alex’s long, elegant fingers guiding the head of his penis over her breasts to tease her nipples. The silver skull ring on his middle finger glowed in the soft light. The room was wavering and shifting beyond him. In her mind, Alex’s hand became that of some exotic and powerful sorcerer. And he was holding the massive wand that held her body and mind captive.

  Look at me.

  His command came directly into her thoughts. She met his green gaze and tried desperately to resist its pull, its seductive allure. She wouldn’t fall under his spell. She couldn’t. They weren’t alone. She wasn’t submitting to anything. This was Jack’s game…

  She heard Jack suck in air. Felt Sherene’s fingers stroking her hair, guiding the moist head of his cock over her back and shoulders.

  “Mmm. I think we’re getting close to our first goal.” Jack chuckled breathlessly. “Are we still together with our plan?”

  “Yes, yes. God, yes!” Sherene moaned, swaying forward, standing inches from Caro’s shoulder. Jack had sunk two fingers deep inside Sherene’s pussy. Glistening liquid drenched her neat triangle of pubic hair, her pouting labia shockingly white against the shiny blood-red curls.

  Caro closed her eyes, feeling woozy with anticipation, like a kid on her first adult rollercoaster ride. Maybe if she shut her eyes tightly enough she could shut out the overpowering sensations.

  Jack began thrusting his cock against her back and shoulders, the rapid, aggressive movements tugging at her ensnared hair, forcing her head back, exposing her throat.

  Her heart beating erratically, Caro felt light, feminine fingertips exploring the pulse points along her neck. Sherene’s eerie yet sensual caresses soon had Caro shivering in reaction.

  She heard a familiar sound—Alex’s growling hiss of ownership. It was both frightening and seductive. Caro’s eyes fluttered open and she saw Sherene drop her hand, her slender body humming with a disappointed purr.

  Alex loomed, his fangs fully extended, his head thrown back. Caro’s breath hitched as she realized he was in the throes of bloodlust. He would either have to suck or fuck to get control. And she knew he preferred to do both at once…

  Oh God, she thought. Please don’t let him break his promise. Her stomach twisted as an even worse thought entered her mind. Please, please don’t make me watch him take Sherene.

  He expelled a strangled groan and his head dropped forward, his long hair shrouding his face. He cupped her breasts tightly, pushing them together to create a warm, tight chasm for his cock. He drove into the hollow of flesh again and again, his upper body shuddering with great, heaving breaths, his leg muscles clenched like vises.

  “Now!” called out Jack, the command a guttural grunt.

  Caro let her eyes close once more. She heard deep, masculine cries in rhythm with labored breaths. Felt heavy grinding thrusts against her front and back. Felt blasts of hot cum against her nipples and shoulder blades. Smelled the spicy, pungent scents of human and vampire arousal. Sherene screamed in pleasure, bending forward to rest her head against Caro’s shoulder.

  Gentle hands stroked her face, her neck and the tips of her breasts. Jack gave a long, shuddering sigh as he released her hair. Caro eased her head upright and opened her eyes, jolting as Alex immediately affixed her with his hot green gaze. She gasped when he leaned in to stroke the warm, thick rivulets of his cum over the flushed slopes of her breasts, carefully circling her nipples with the satiny moisture.

  Mine. Mine. You’re mine. His whisper circled through her thoughts, the sensation as tactile and seductive as his fingertips.

  “Mm.” Jack went to his knees beside the chair. “Ms. Connery deserves a reward…she’s shown herself to be more than accommodating.”

  “I’ll do the honors,” said Alex. “My way. If I have your permission.” His voice was low and steady. He was still looking into her eyes. She tried to look away but she couldn’t.

  “Of course,” murmured Jack. Caro pressed her lips together, recognizing Jack’s abrupt acquiescence for what it was. Fear and awe. Nobody ever resisted Alex when he used his best Lord of the Dark voice.

  “I want your arms and legs free.” He bent down to untie her feet and still his eyes wouldn’t let hers go—he was drawing her into his mind, away from the chair and the room and the night, away from the others. He was showing her that tonight it was going to be just the two of them, no other scenario would be possible.

  She shivered with anticipation as he ran his hand up the cool flesh of her calf. She flexed the muscles in her legs as he freed her other foot. Her body was so tight, her vulva so heavy, she was sure she would never be able to get out of the chair.

  Alex finished untying her hands and came back to kneel in front of her. As he leaned into her body, bringing his mouth within millimeters of her lips, she held her breath, starving for his kiss. He closed his eyes, releasing her from
the strange hold of his gaze. When he pulled back she couldn’t stifle a moan of regret.

  Later. Alex’s voice lilted through her thoughts. Later, when we’re truly alone.

  He opened his eyes and began to slide his fingers up the inner slopes of her thighs. Caro looked over at Jack and Sherene, who were starting things up again. Jack sat on the floor while Sherene straddled his lap, teasing the tip of his cock with her pussy to the tune of soft groans and sighs. They curved into each other, their bodies gorgeously expressing the differences between male and female, mortal and immortal. Jack’s dark hair and flushed cheeks against the perfect porcelain of Sherene’s breasts…his long fingers powerful against the yielding curves of her ass. Sherene rose up and then squealed as Jack plunged a finger deep into the orifice between those slender white cheeks.

  Alex’s fingers were moving ever upward. “I’m on the edge right now,” Caro whispered. “Touch me and I’ll go…” She’d wanted those fingers inside her from the moment she’d walked into that lounge at Stoked. His fingers, his tongue, oh God, yes, his cock… Her mind hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it but her body had been anticipating his achingly expert touch.

  “That’s good. Because you’re going to go again and again and again. Hold on tight to the chair, my sweet,” he coaxed as he bent low to place her knees on his shoulders. “And you are so, so sweet.”

  She watched as those supple fingers slid in and out of her dark pink flesh, her fluids coming down over his knuckles like warm syrup. He leaned forward to blow softly on the curls surrounding her labia, lulling her with cool whispers of breath—and then suddenly pressing the tip of his tongue against her clitoris and holding it there.