Page 43 of Running from Drac
Thinking back. The lack of intimacy in the bedroom is more my fault than his. The thought of going down on a guy seemed so gross until five minutes ago. Now I’m questioning everything, wondering why I’ve held myself back, and why I didn’t try to make things spicier between me and Eddie earlier?
“Am I going to get anything out of it?” I ask, moving back so I can take off my shirt. We’re in the driveway of his place; anyone could walk down the hill and catch us. We’re not even in his garage right now, but the thought of being caught is thrilling.
He arches and eyebrow, then stops me from taking off my shirt after pulling his fingers from my mouth. With the reaction speed of a velociraptor, he opens the car door, quickly getting into the driver’s seat.
“Eddie, where are we going?”
He grins, then pulls the car down the hill, stopping just out of the view of his house, so my car disappears into the tree line. There’s a treehouse in the middle of the woods; one I never knew about.
“Come on,” he goads, quickly getting out of the car. He opens up the passenger door, motioning for me to exit.
“Eddie?”
“Just go with it, Amber. Trust me.”
My heart races as he gently takes my hand, then jerks me into his arms. My hands press against his firm chest, so I can feel his own heart thundering under his already soaked shirt.
“It’s fr-freezing out here,” I say, my teeth chattering together like fragile glass.
“Shh,” he whispers, his breath heating my frigid lips as they inch in closer. “Focus on me.”
So I do.
My eyes meet his in a heated burn, one that ignites a fire deep within me. Our lips crash together in a feverish kiss, one that’s reckless, uninhibited, and full of passion.
A light rain hits our skin, but without our body heat, it would be the equivalent of tiny icicles pelting us from above. Neither of us seems to notice, not when our hands our exploring parts of each other’s bodies beneath the wet fabric clinging to our flesh. In one suave move, he has me up on the hood, the heat of the engine warming my back. My tits are suddenly exposed to the elements, his mouth warming the frigid buds with his molten hot tongue.
His fingers find their way into my panties, rubbing soft circles around my clit as he eases a digit inside, hooking his thumb up to that sweet spot that hardly is ever touched.
“Eddie, what are you doing?”
“Fulfilling both of your fantasies at once.” His mouth moves to my neck, nibbling on the skin directly above my collarbone, revealing the sensitive part of my flesh to the cold night air. “Fucking you in the rain…” he whispers, fingers tracing every hill of my body. “Here… on the hood of your car…” My back is pressed firmly down, my body arching in anticipation. The pout of his lips whispers across my chest, his warm chocolate eyes looking deeply into mine. “Granting all of your dark and forbidden wishes.”
Then my pants are gone, ripped away and discarded, leaving the most intimate parts of me exposed to the cold open air. The rain pelts my thighs, the chill biting into the heat that burns deep inside. He’s never touched me like this before. I never let him. But tonight, there are no boundaries left to guard, not when we’re both craving this change. He lowers himself between my legs with purpose, unfamiliar with this territory, yet acting like it’s always belonged to him.
His fingers spread me open, greedy and worshiping at the same time. A slow, unholy smile curves across his lips as he looks up at me, pupils wide, soaked hair clinging to his face. He looks equal parts dangerously devoted and wickedly corrupt.
“Tasting you has been my secret craving for far too long.”
He forces my legs wider, pinning me open. Then he leans in close, so close I feel his breath battering against my entrance. My body jolts at the sensation. Then, almost too soft to hear, he whispers a single word… “Mine.”
That single word is like a brand searing my flesh, impaling my heart with a strange possession I’m one hundred percent here for.
A shudder rips through my body as his tongue finally makes contact, dragging through my slit with slow, devastating precision. I cry out, hands gripping the edge of the hood beneath me, legs trembling in receptive quakes.
He groans low, like he’s starving, and I realize that he is.
Starving for this.
Starving for me.
“You taste forbidden,” he murmurs, teeth raking across my clit. My hips jerk as he pushes his tongue deeper. It’s relentless and filthy, and I’m loving every minute of it.
Damn me and my prudish ways! This should have happened years ago!
My wet body slides down the hood, forcing himself to a single knee in the mud, worshiping me with a hunger that borders on madness.
“Oh my god!” I scream, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside. His finger pushes into me as his tongue keeps working. He lifts his mouth only long enough to growl, “This is fucking mine.” It’s guttural and fucking primal, sending a jolt of lust straight to my core.
