Page 10 of Some Swans Don't Swim
He stroked himself again, a little harder, a little faster. “Touch one of those buttons now.”
Panting, squirming, I smoothed one hand between my legs and rubbed my already swollen clit. A shudder rippled down my back as I slicked my fingers over my folds and then sank two fingers inside myself. My hips moved against my palm, and all the while, I watched Eddie watching me while he unzipped his pants and freed his straining dick.
“Tell me how wet you are.” His fist pumped up and down his shaft, his eyes blazing bright red.
I wanted to show him, for him to bury himself deep inside me and feel exactly how wet I was for him, and growing wetter while we jacked and jilled ourselves off for each other.
“Soaking. Eddie, please,” I begged.
Before the last word was uttered, he stood and blurred toward me. He pulled my fingers from my pussy and stuck them into his mouth, sucking off my juices with long, slow slides of his tongue. Every lick hummed through my body.
“I’ve been dreaming about how good your come tastes. Better than blood.” He knelt on the furry rug and then lay flat, his hand guiding me down on top of him so my knees bracketed his head. “I love it. I need more of it.”
I sank myself down on top of his mouth, facing the length of his body. He grasped my ass hard to pull me down even more and spread me wide like a feast laid out for a king. He dove right in, the first flick of his tongue making me cry out, the second bringing me to orgasm. I bucked against his face, coming so hard that the rest of the world vanished. It was just him and me and his giant hard cock in front of my face that begged to be sucked.
I took him into my mouth, as deep as I could, while my aftershocks slowly faded. But his tongue-fucking didn’t relent. The vampire wasn’t lying when he said he loved the taste of my come. I sucked in my cheeks as I worked up the length of his shaft and then back down again, slow and deep at first, and then faster.
Eddie groaned inside of me and squeezed my ass harder to his face as he sucked on my clit. Already, another orgasm was building, tingling at the base of my spine. My hips rolled against his face, fucking his mouth, while his cock fucked mine.
Then his tongue and lips worked some kind of voodoo magic, and I came again, a sudden, forceful snap that radiated tingles to every pore. I cried out around his cock in my mouth, and hot come spurted onto my tongue. I swallowed him all down, and once he finished coming, my fangs snicked out, and I bit into his thigh. His fangs sank into my butt cheek, and I could feel his grin pressing into my flesh just before he slapped my other butt cheek.
I laughed as I drank from him, and he drank from me, our after-sex ritual we did to recharge. To refuel enough to go at it again. But not right this second.
After we’d drunk our fill, I clambered off of him, turned myself around, and then flopped back on top of him. Both of us wore matching grins.
“Oh, hey there,” I said, propping my chin on his chest.
He smoothed the hair from my face and leaned up to touch his lips to the top of my head. As he did, his blond hair fell over his glasses. “What’s up, my gorgeous Sunshine?”
“Not much. Just chilling naked on a rug in a house that’s not mine.” I shrugged. “You know, the usual.”
“I’m glad you didn’t cut off my tongue like Krampus’s.”
“I like your tongue right where it is. And right where itwas. Now, quick before I shove myself on your face again, what swans can capture Krampus?”
He laughed. “There are seven swans, rumored to have captured Krampus the first time, the only things ever successful at catching him. But they can’t capture him unless he’s right in the middle of them so they can turn him to stone.”
“Well, that seems easy enough. Where are they? Why don’t they just surround him?”
“I don’t know. There could be something preventing them from doing that.”
“Okay, so we find the swans and help them,” I said. “If you were a swan, where would you hang out in the dead of winter?”
“Simple.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me tighter. “I would go south.”
“Hmm, so I take it these aren’t typical swans.”
“I think you’re right, but I don’t know how exactly. The book didn’t go into much detail.”
“As soon as the sun goes down tomorrow, we find these swans, hopefully prevent Krampus from stealing another kid, and wrap this all up in true Christmas fashion.”
He traced one hand to the swell of my ass and squeezed. “And until the sun goes down?”
I grinded myself into him. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
