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Characters: Mick & Coraline.
Rating: M Very high-level sex scenes; some coarse language.
A Man of Honour. Ch 2
I heard Mick thumping around outside my house. He kept tapping on the windows. I sensed immediately that he was drunk, although he seemed to be under the influence of sheer desperation as much as alcohol.
"Hey! Hey, I know you're in there!" he called out. When I moved into his line of sight he added, "Where's your boyfriend? Send him out. I've got something for him."
"Send who out?" I enquired with exaggerated patience. "There's nobody here."
"Then let me in," Mick cajoled.
I wandered with casual, practiced grace to the door where Mick was desperately seeking entrance. Even though he was actually a charming drunk – as drunks go – and no human was a threat to me anyway, I said, "I'm not in the habit of letting inebriated men into my house at two in the morning."
Mick stared at me through the glass. "You stood me up! You stood me up three times!" He tapped three fingers against the glass in an effort to emphasise his anguish and perhaps even garner some sympathy.
I smiled dismissively but said, "I'm sorry – okay? We'll make it up." The fact was that I'd had little choice except to stand Mick up for our dates. Quite apart from making him work to win me over, it was simply incredibly boring to watch humans eat. On the rare occasions that I socialised with humans, I always had to make the excuse that I was watching my figure to explain my reluctance to eat. All in all, it was just easier to avoid dinner dates with humans.
I turned on my heel and glided to another section of my glass house, well aware that Mick was tracking my every move.
He walked around the perimeter until he arrived at the patio.
I smiled at him – wondering what he would do next – silently daring him to show me what kind of man he really was and to prove to me that my first impression of him was right. He met my gaze steadily. He was still drunk enough to be prepared to make a fool of himself, but also sober enough to know what he was doing.
He picked up a patio chair.
I held my breath.
He threw the chair through the glass wall and immediately stepped across the shattered barrier like a conquering general. His shoes crunched on the broken glass. He took me in his arms and kissed me with a passionate self-assurance that he hadn't displayed before, even in the pool.
Pleased by the evidence of his desire, I met his kisses with equal passion.
This night, I would allow my handsome hero to claim his reward.
Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away from his long enough to indicate that we should move to my bedroom. Mick swept me up in his arms and I pointed in the direction he needed to take. Although I slept in a freezer in an ultra-secure part of my house, I had a fashionably decorated bedroom both for show and for romantic escapades. I was particularly glad for the soft double bed since Mick stumbled slightly and we tumbled together onto it. I half expected a comment, but if Mick was surprised by the size of my bed then he didn't show it. I had lived long enough to know firsthand that moral standards vary widely from era to era, and in 1952 social mores dictated that nice single girls didn't own double beds – but I wasn't a nice girl and I didn't follow human rules of morality anyway.
And Mick clearly had more pressing concerns than worrying about my virtue.
With a slightly inebriated laugh, he rolled on top of me and began kissing me again, while his hands worked a little clumsily to get beneath my silk negligee. His hands were warm and his touch – despite his drunkenness – was exhilarating. It had been centuries since I had physically responded to any man the way I responded to Mick. Even though I was a very competent actress and more than equal to the task of fooling any man into thinking he was the greatest lover since Casanova, with Mick there was no need for pretence at all. In my experience, most men were selfish in bed and the most selfish lovers of all tended to be good-looking men who behaved as though the sheer pleasure of their handsome presence should be enough for any woman. Mick, however, was in a class of his own. He was a gentle, giving lover. And his caresses were obviously intended more for my pleasure than his own.
I enjoyed the feeling of his weight upon me, his masculine scent beneath the smell of booze, and the taste of his lips on mine. I pulled his shirt free from his trousers in order to touch his muscular back uninhibited by the flimsy barrier of fabric. He flinched momentarily and muttered that my hands were cold – but I was warming up fast, so that wouldn't be a problem for long.
"Roll on to your back for a moment, Mick," I instructed. When he complied I undid the buttons on his shirt, then I put my hands flat against his hairy chest and moved my hands unhurriedly over his chest and stomach until I finally pushed his shirt off his shoulders.
He sat up and threw the shirt on the floor. Then he slipped my negligee off and lay me tenderly back down on the bed, turning his attention to my nightgown. Mick eased the narrow straps off my shoulders and worked the bodice down until my breasts were completely exposed. He looked at me with unabashed lust and reached out to tease my nipples with his index finger. His hands were large and strong but his touch was exquisitely light. I put my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to meet mine. As I savoured Mick's kisses I ran my hands down his back to his ass, which was still trapped beneath his trousers. I was about to undo his fly when he turned his attention to my neck.
Kissing. Licking. Sucking.
I threw my head back to allow him greater access. And then I felt him trace the tip of his tongue across my collarbone before he kissed his way down to my breasts. Mick sucked my nipples until I moaned his name. Then I whispered that I couldn't wait any longer. And I asked him to take his trousers off.
I sat up and stripped off my nightgown while Mick stood up and removed his trousers. He was fishing for something in his pants pocket and I suddenly realised that he was trying to locate a condom.
I moved across the bed and placed my hand on his hip. "It's alright Mick – there's no need." He turned his head towards me in a silent enquiry. "You can trust me," I added.
He settled onto the bed, and for the first time since the night in the pool, we were once again completely naked and in each other's arms. Only this time I had no intention of running away. Dawn was several hours away and I fully intended to make the most of every minute.
Mick had driven me into such a frenzy of desire that I was as warm as he was – which is quite something for a vampire. And because I could see perfectly, it took me a few moments to realise that Mick was missing out on a lot of the fun since his mortal eyes must have been functionally blind in the darkness. The only illumination was from a sliver of light that entered the bedroom through the doorway, courtesy of the flickering candles that still burned in the living room. So I asked him to close his eyes for a moment and then ran into the living room and carefully retrieved several candles, placing them strategically around the room.
Mick opened his eyes to see quivering lights slow-dancing against the shadows.
He smiled and my heart soared.
I stretched out on my side on the bed and reached out one hand to touch Mick's beautiful face.
He responded in kind, and then whispered reverently, as though he was in church, "I love you, Coraline."
I smiled but nevertheless stayed silent. I wondered if it was Mick or the booze talking, but as far as I could sense, he had sobered up completely.
He took me in his arms again and covered my body with his own. Then I felt him nudge his right knee between both of mine.
"I'll be careful, baby," he whispered. "I won't hurt you."
Carefully – without revealing my true strength – I pushed Mick onto his back. He clearly hadn't expected me to make such a move and so he offered no resistance.
"Coraline, what are you–"
"Hush," I interjected. "Trust me Mick – you'll like this." I smiled.
I straddled his slim hips and took his very erect cock in my right hand. I looked into his eyes and he was staring intently into mine. He looked unsure about what to do with his hands.
"I love the way you touch my breasts," I hinted.
Mick actually blushed. But he cupped my breasts anyway.
He was still staring at my face, so I said softly, "Lower your eyes Mick. Watch as our bodies meet."
Then I carefully lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. Inch by delicious inch. Mick was very well-endowed and I was very wet, which made a perfect combination. I moaned and raised myself back up equally as slowly, before descending again.
The sensation of Mick's hands cupping my breasts and his hot, hard cock inside me was as close to being in heaven as I ever expected to experience. Then he slipped his hands around my back and pulled me down to lean against his chest. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more wonderful, Mick used his warm, strong hands to play a melody up and down my spine.
I thought I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. Then for the first time ever in my life – as a human or a vampire – I realised that I was in love. Oh god, I had fallen in love with a human.
And that realisation hit hard.
I buried my face in his neck and murmured, "I love you, Mick."
His only response to my admission was to hold me tighter and thrust harder.
Abruptly, I felt my fangs elongate as I approached orgasm, so I forced myself to turn my face away from Mick's strong neck – and his pulsing jugular vein – and as I came, I sank my teeth into my own wrist. Seconds later, I felt Mick tense up beneath me, so I alternately tightly squeezed and released the muscles of my sheath rhythmically while his cock twitched deeply inside of me.
His entire body jerked and shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
Once he relaxed, I sat up so I could see his face. He looked blissful. Then he began to stroke me with his fingertips – up and down my arms, across my shoulders and over my breasts to my stomach, finally drifting up and down my thighs. My pleasure was quickly building towards another orgasm and Mick pulled me down to rest on his chest. At that moment, in one smooth movement he rolled us both over so that I was on my back. He pushed himself up on his arms so that he could thrust from a slightly different angle and I pulled my legs up high around his back to allow him to penetrate deeper.
The pleasure was intense but I wondered how I could hide my complete vamp-out from Mick since he could so easily see my face in his current position.
"Lie down Mick – I want you closer."
He lowered himself down carefully so as not to hurt me, and I loved him all the more for that. He gasped as I dug my fingernails into his back but then he thrust harder in response. We spiralled off into bliss together – my human lover and I. Again I bit into my own arm as I came and gave thanks that I healed before Mick could possibly realise what I'd done.
Obviously I knew that I would have to tell him what I was eventually – but not yet. It was too soon. I needed to be completely sure of Mick's absolute devotion to me before I revealed my secret.
We spent the remaining hours before dawn kissing and cuddling and whispering endearments to each other. Then an hour before sunrise I told Mick he needed to go home. He looked confused and hurt; being a musician he had no day-job to attend and he had assumed that we would be spending the day together. I told him that I had appointments that I couldn't break and that we'd see each other again soon.
He dressed without a word and I pulled my negligee back on to see him to the door.
"Can I see you tonight, Coraline?" Mick asked with an edge of desperation in his voice.
My heart fought with my head, and then I said, "No."
"That's it? Just 'no' without an explanation?"
"I have plans for tonight, Mick. That's all." I smiled to soften the blow of the words.
"Do your plans include your other boyfriend?" Mick demanded.
I looked deeply into Mick's beautiful eyes. I was pleased that he had said 'other boyfriend' since that clearly implied that Mick now considered himself to be my boyfriend. So far, so good. But the reality was that I was hungry and tired and that the light was already changing from indigo to the golden hue of daybreak.
And Mick was beginning to smell like a tasty, pre-freezer snack.
"Good morning, Mick," I said and kissed him softly. Then I indicated that he should leave immediately.
Sullenly, he turned and walked down the drive.