Page 31 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
His fangs are bared to me when he tips his head back. His hard-on is straining against his joggers, but he makes no move to touch himself.
I tease myself at my entrance, slipping one finger in.
“Aren’t you going to join me, Dennis?” I toss my head back so my hair brushes my shoulders.
He doesn’t say anything, so I pull my hand away and bring it up to my shoulder, slipping the strap of my nightgown down.
“Sadly, I can’t join you.”
“Why not?”
I tug the neckline down a little lower, exposing one of my tits.
He moves fast. His tongue flicks over my nipple, then he grazes his lips over my chest, my skin sensitive and prickling at the light touch. He lingers at my neck, and I’m aware of how close his fangs are to my pulse fluttering below my jawline.
A sensation spreads as his cool breath hits my skin. It echoes the pounding in my clit and makes me crave a sharp bite of pain. I feel heady. Like I’m drunk or something because I can’t think of anything hotter than the idea of him taking a little bite of me.
I let out a small moan.
“I can’t because I don’t think I could hold back, lovely,” he says, his voice like a wisp of smoke curling around me. “But I’ll think of this when I can take care of myself. Show me how you really want to get yourself off.”
I start to work my fingers against my clit again, but he catches my wrist.
“Is that really what you were thinking about doing?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Tell me.”
“I was going to use my toy,” I manage to say, feeling heat bloom across my cheeks. “It’s in my bag.”
He moves to the bag and comes back in a blur, the hot pink dildo at his side. He drops to his knees and pushes my heels up to my ass so my knees are bent and he’s seated between them.
Dennis puts the toy in my hand.
“Show me.”
I position the head of it at my entrance and slowly work it in. Once I’m adjusted to it I start to move in a rhythm. Dennis drops his forehead to my thigh, the barest touch of his fang scraping along my skin.
The throbbing sensation settles into my entire low body.
“Mmm,” he hums, nuzzling the smooth skin there. “We can’t play like that.”
I know we can’t. I have just enough of a shred of sense left in me to recognize that letting a vampire drink from me probably isn't a great idea, even if it does sound incredibly sexy at the moment.
I push the dildo in deeply, loving how it feels with his attention honed in on me. His hand wraps over mine, cutting off the stroke.
“Here. Lie back, lovely.”
I know I’m not being compelled because he’s not even looking at me when he says it. I listen anyway, letting him pry the toy from my grip.
“I thought I told you not to call me lovely,” I say, resting my arms over my head.
“Can’t help it when I’m looking at this pretty pussy,” he says and sinks the dildo in deep. I arch my back, digging into the sleeping bag and the hard ground beneath.
He presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing slow circles as he rocks in time with the toy moving in and out of me. I claw at the bottom of the tent, grasping for something to hold onto because the feeling rising inside me is so intense.
“Yes, lovely, come for me,” Dennis coaxes, and my orgasm tears through me.
