Page 15 of Some Swans Don't Swim
“Cue, cock. What’s the difference, really? Besides, I like anything that’s silky.”
“Would you like to apply it?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I sat on the edge of the pool table with my legs spread and winked. “Whip it out, bad boy.”
He undid his jeans, slowly, his heated gaze on me. His cock sprang out, heavy and so ready.
I licked my lips and dug my fingers into the pool table, feeling myself grow even wetter.
He nodded toward me as he rubbed his thumb over his tip. “Your turn, bad girl.”
“You want me to whip mine out, too?” I sank my hand between my spread legs and pressed my fingertips into the wet crotch of my jeans. “You won’t find anything cue-shaped here.”
“Something better, though.” He stroked all the way to his base and then shuddered as his fist glided upward again. His fangs popped out and his tongue teased over them as he prowled closer. “Show me.”
My turn to shudder, and I forgot all about undressing when I fisted my hand into his shirt and dragged his lips to mine. His kiss was fire, blazing through me and burning my need for him brighter. My hands fumbled for the Silky Cue and then poured so much along his cock that it dripped to the floor. I took his shaft in both hands and spread the lube along every inch.
He tore away from my mouth with a loud groan, his hips pumping in a blur while he fucked my slick hands. “Fuck!”
I was drenched with lube, so much so that I couldn’t remove my clothes, so with one violent rip from Jacek, my jeans slid to my ankles. His hands went to my hips and squeezed hard, then lifted me from the pool table. He twirled me around and bent me over, shoving me hard against the edge. I pressed my grin to the green felt as some of my own lube leaked down the inside my thighs.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, spreading me wide. “I’ll try not to hurt you, but I can’t make any promises because I want you so fucking bad.” He slid just the tip into my ass.
I cried out, not from pain, but because I needed more. I pressed myself backward, moaning at how good it felt to have him fill me up like this. He groaned until he was buried into my ass up to the hilt, and then pulled out slightly to slide back in again.
“Holy. Shit,” he said through gritted teeth.
I laughed as I spread my arms over the table to enjoy the ride.
He slipped one arm around my waist and slid two fingers inside me, then three. He sped his pace, slamming into me again and again while I grinded against his palm. I moaned, and he answered it with a groan that vibrated all the way into me.
His thumb circled my clit, just a single stroke, and it undid me completely. I came in great, pulsing waves, crying out my release in a garbled mess of sounds. His fingers dug into my hips with bruising intensity, the fingers between my legs still milking my orgasm. He roared as he came, still fucking me hard, and right as I was spiraling down my orgasm high, another one throbbed through me, just as strong as the first one. My pussy clenched around his fingers, my hips never once slowing their thrusts against them.
Eventually, gradually, we slowed, and without pulling out, Jacek bent over me, his chest to my back, and bit his fangs into the curve of my shoulder. I took his hand from between my thighs, sucked his soaking wet fingers inside my mouth, and bit down gently. Blood and the tangy flavor of my come filled my mouth, and I drank it down.
With a low chuckle, he licked his bite clean from my skin. “I think you broke me, Slayer,” he said as he pulled out.
I twirled in his arms, his fingers still in my mouth, and pulled them out slowly, my bite now completely healed. “Do you need me to put you back together again?”
“I’m afraid Humpty Dumpty will have to wait,” Eddie said, striding in through the arched doorway to the game room, the Krampus book in his hands.
Jacek tucked himself back into his jeans with a smile. “You here to read us nursery rhymes?”
“Not quite.” Eddie turned to me, his eyes blazing red as they roamed over my body, naked from the waist down. He licked his lips. “I have some info, but Sunshine, you’re making it hard to concentrate.”
“Among other things.” Sawyer came in, too, his eyes the same fiery color, and wrapped me up in his tattooed arms. He was, in fact, hard when I pressed myself against him.
“You’re okay?” I asked.
“Some slight bruising still, but nothing major.” He glanced at Eddie. “What’s the info?”
“It turns out, Krampus has a thirst for blood and not just vampire blood. He’s not all that different from us.”
“We don’t kidnap children,” Jacek countered.
“Or smell like goat,” I added.
“But Krampus does like blood,” Sawyer said.
