Page 77 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
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LUXURIOUS REWARDS
“Are we going to make it?”
The night is fading into dawn. The sky is graying at the edges, and only a few stars remain visible. I check the sunrise time on my phone. We have six minutes.
“Don’t worry, lovely. It's a fast car.”
I slide my thighs around on the brown leather seats. I thought Dennis’ last car was nice, but this Porsche Cayenne hybrid is the height of luxury. I feel like I shouldn't even be riding in it.
“How’d you convince the boss to get you a Porsche as a company car?”
He laughs.
“This isn’t a company car. I paid Barb to complete the purchase for me. I don’t like using other people’s belongings.”
I breathe in deep through my nose. There’s something about the scent of new car leather that I can’t get enough of.
“It doesn’t seem like something you’d drive. It’s almosttooluxurious,” I say and watch his lips twitch.
“You’re right. Normally it wouldn’t be my first choice.” He glances at me, watching my legs move across the seat. “But I thought about how you’d look riding in it and couldn’t resist.”
The scent of the car and his confession go right to my head, making me wish we had more time before daylight so we could pull over and test out the back seats.
“Almost to the hotel,” he says, passing through a yellow light just before it turns red. He rests his hand on my lap, then there’s a cool touch when he slips a couple fingers over my mound. I'm fully clothed, but he holds the pressure there, keeping his eyes on the road while I ache to be touched all over.
“Do you think we should talk first?” I manage to ask, although I’m already spreading my legs for him, hoping for more.
“No. That conversation can wait.” He strokes his finger down the crease of my folds. I have to clutch the seat to keep from grinding against him. My own feelings are heightened by his desire coming through the bond. “I can’t think of anything more important than getting you in bed right now.”
I close my eyes and let him take over until the car is parked. The check-in goes quickly, thanks to a smooth compulsion from Dennis. Our room smells like clean laundry, but I hardly notice our surroundings because Dennis looks like he might devour me.
I play with the hem of his tank top, lifting it to reveal the V of his abdomen. He pulls it the rest of the way off, making his hair messy in the process. I have to pause for a second becauseholy shit, he's gorgeous. He rubs his palm over his chest and down his abs, landing on the waistband of his pants.
I step in and swat his hand away, running my finger along the hair that trails down from his navel. I pull his pants down; his dick is already hard and tenting his boxers. I lower those too and admire the long, lean muscles of his legs and the thick length between them. I can feel how bad he wants to be inside me.
I look up at him, and he caresses my back before running his hands back down to tug my shirt over my head. He tosses it aside and works his fingers through my hair, tipping my chin toward him. I try not to notice how exposed my neck is. I shut down that strange craving for a sharp bite.
I don’t need Dennis feeling guilty for any reason. I want this to be fun. I want to feel these new heightened sensations while they last.
“Do you know how sexy it was to watch you take down a demon?” he asks, releasing one hand to tease his fingers down my neck.
I shake my head.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. A small woman, so confident in herself, bouncing a demon back to hell.” He tears my bra with one hand and cups my tit in his palm before kneeling to run his tongue over my nipple, sucking the tight bud into his mouth until I sigh loudly. He breaks free, his eyes still on me. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”
“I can’t say I was particularly turned on when I was dealing with the demon, but now…” I trail off, unable to form a full sentence when I have his hands on me like this.
“But now?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
I shudder out a breath.
“Now I think we’re on the same page.”
He has me in his arms, and the next thing I know I'm lying on the bed. I’m stretched out before him, and he’s biting his lower lip so hard I think he might start bleeding. He works my pants down, pausing to toy with my boring underwear for a second before tearing those off too.
“Yes, so fucking lovely,” he says, resting a hand on my bent knee while he stares at my pussy. He traces one finger down the center of my slick folds. He sounds like he’s been compelled himself. “I can’t stop thinking about your scent, how good you taste.”
