Page 50 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
They sandwich me between them.Right out in the open, in this parking lot.Sure, nobody’s around, and the lot is protected by shrubs and a stone fence.Just the same, this isn’t exactly the privacy of their library.
“Shouldn’t we go inside?”I ask, my words halting because now Xander kisses one side of my neck, and Will the other.I don’t really want to move—moving would mean we have to press pause on this activity, and I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to pause.I need to keep on feeling this, exactly like this.
“Do you really want to go inside?”Will asks.“Or would you rather be a deviant little girl out here?Imagine if someone looked over the wall and saw you like this.Shameful.”
A fresh wave of arousal comes over me and I shudder in their arms.
“Answer him, mouse,” Xander says.
“Stay here,” I whisper, embarrassed as the words leave my lips.“I don’t want to move anywhere.”
I’m rewarded by Xander dropping to his knees and lifting my puffy skirt over his head.He finds the waistband of my panties and tugs them down my legs, his fingertips hot against my skin as he goes.I stare into Will’s face and reach up to twist my fingers through his messy, dark brown hair.
“I love this mouth,” Will says, leaning forward to kiss me.
His tongue plunders my mouth at the same time Xander gives a long, wet lick to my pussy.I gasp into Will’s kiss.
“Feels good, what he’s doing to you?”Will asks.
I nod.“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me.Tell me what’s happening beneath your pretty dress.”
“He’s—he’s licking me.”
“More details, love.Fast or slow?”
“Slow.He’s sucking a little at my skin.”
“Vampires suck,” Will says with a smile.
“And—”
Xander chooses that moment to tongue my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“What did he do?”Will asks.
I frown.I don’t want to narrate it, I just want tofeelit.
“Tell me, little love,” Will says, “or I’ll tell him to stop.”
No, no, he can’t stop.For the love of everything in this world, hecannotstop.
“He did something to my clit,” I say, clinging to Will’s shoulders so I don’t fall.
Will stares at me, his blue eyes dark, almost black, in the faint city lights coming into the parking lot.“Be specific.”
“I’m not sure.”
Xander does it again.
“It’s like a fluttering—oh, fuck, he’s doing it faster.”
Xander chooses that moment to add his fingers, sliding them over and then into my tender flesh, crooking them against the front of my walls, hitting that very perfect spot.I don’t have long before I come apart.
“Yes,” I gasp.“He’s—he’s fingering me now, too.Oh, fuck, I’m going to—”
