A/N: Expanded version of Submission for 6-17-11, Pic Prompt (NSFW): http:/bit(dot)ly(slash)mJbMrD – The first person that came to mind when I saw this was Peter. He is definitely in my top five. I always see Carmine Giovinazzo when I think of Peter. Also Scarlett Johansson is so my Charlotte. See pics on my blog (http:/theunderstudyfanfiction(dot)blogspot(dot)com)
Thanks to idealskeptic for the beta job. IansCutie & SagaDevotee thanks for pre-reading and your perviness. LadyTazz (Jackson's Cupcake), you are killing me with the pic prompts lol. Last but not least, this drizzle is dedicated to Jasper's Woman. Without her, you would not have the expanded part that was added. She wanted more, I delivered.
All things Twilight are the property and ownership of S. Meyers. I make no money from my obsession.
Good Boys Get Presents
Pairing: Peter & …
I growled loudly as I burst through the door of my house. The door swung open so hard that the doorknob imbedded into the wall. I sighed and tried to calm myself. Char was going to kill me when she saw that. Right now I didn't care. I had just returned from another unsuccessful hunting trip. It has now been a whole three weeks since I last fed. I can certainly go another week, but I never liked to slip past two. I was now closing in on a month and I was downright irritable. It was all because of that sinful piece of flesh I ran across a month back.
Groaning at the thought of the blond, tasty morsel that crossed my path had me hardening in my pants. Char and I had a very open relationship with humans. Vampires were off limits. I would lose my shit and she probably would as well. However, we liked to indulge in warm and fragile skin. It also heightened feeding. Sometimes, though, it was just about the sex. Thinking about my blonde wildcat had me vibrating in delight.
Char was my soulmate and the only one who could make me see stars, but the sight of my wildcat made me feel like it was the Fourth of July. Char and I had gone out in the town looking for some fun. We happened upon a bar that seemed lively and the music was classic rock. I couldn't deny going in when I heard the ending of Hendrix's 'Purple Haze'. As we stepped in, the song had changed to Police's 'Every Breath You Take'. Looking back, that song was perfect.
I fell onto the couch, hearing it creak under my force. I didn't care. I was already in trouble with Char. I had been bitchy to her these last few weeks. She left me mid-hunt to go rid herself of my funky attitude. I just couldn't find anything that smelled remotely similar to my wildcat's scent. The bar had been fun, but it was the fight that broke out towards the back that made it even better. Four girls had started fighting and it was all hair pulling and scratching. Then it turned into fist flying and biting. My wildcat jumped in the throng to separate it. The fight finally stopped, but I was hooked. I inched closer and closer taking in my wildcat's scent. I hovered all night, unnoticed. Unfortunately, it was later than I had expected and we were not able to stay. I knew the sun would be out and we had to travel a ways to get back to our house.
So like a moth to a flame, I came back every day to the bar. My wildcat wasn't there and the scent was fading. Char constantly laughed at me as I sulked and cursed. I didn't go to the bar this week. I didn't want to get my hopes up. I whimpered again as my hard-on strained against my pants. I knew if Char was here she wouldn't help me out. She had been holding out on me.
I pulled off my shirt and tossed it across the room. My hand ran down my chest and I pinched my nipples. A hiss of pleasure flowed from my lips and my greedy fingers finished their trek. I unbuttoned my pants and snarled in ecstasy as the feeling of rolling the zipper down over my cock was absolutely sinful. It sprang forth from my pants like it was desperate for air. I never bothered with underwear. They always got in the way.
My hand wrapped around my swollen member and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping not to come too quickly. I wanted to take my time. I brought my hand down my shaft and curving it back up. My body was tingling and I knew as much as I wanted this to last long I wouldn't. The images of my wildcat were present in my mind. The blond hair long around their face, the slight pink tinge of their cheeks, and that ass… My wildcat bent over a lot that night and I wanted to take a bite out of…
Oh fuck…
My strokes were becoming faster and my grip harder as I thought about that succulent ass. But I'd save that for last. I brought up the image of my wildcat's lips wrapped tight around me. That pink tongue licking me from base to my tip would drive me crazy. The feeling of my wildcat's mouth, wet and warm, around my cock...would bring me…to utter insanity. Taking my fingers…putting them in those golden locks…bringing me deeper into their mouth. I'd fuck that pretty little mouth. My wildcat would moan and suck while on their knees in reverence of what all that was doing to me. Before I'd come, I'd pull out and ready for more.
I moaned again and again, bringing my other hand up to tease my hardened nipples. I wanted to come so bad, but I love the feeling of building up the pleasure as well. I thought about pounding into that ass. I thought about my wildcat's tight hole and the image of my cock sliding into something so tight. I squeezed my cock at the tip again, gathering the venom that already started to leak. I was shaking so hard from the pressure of my thoughts, the couch was practically hopping. I couldn't help the feeling of my hand clutching me tight like that place I wanted to be so badly.
"Fuck… FUCK!" I screamed as my strokes became so fast and hard. My free hand grasped the back of the couch and I heard it break.
With the final thought of my wildcat clenching around me, I fell over the edge. Long, venomous spurts spewed from cock. Thoughts of coming all over my wildcat like a possessed animal prolonged my orgasm even more. I moaned and writhed in an intense pleasure. It was so overwhelming that I think I would have cried if I could have. I laid there in my happy mess feeling like I had been to heaven and hell, and so many places in between.
I was so out of it, that I hadn't heard Char pull up or even come in the house. I was startled to say the least, even more so the heartbeat and scent that came behind her. My eyes bugged out of my head and ran swiftly to clean up. I threw on my 'Nuns do it on their knees' t-shirt and buttoned up my pants. I was back on our broken couch before she rounded into the den.
"Now Peter, mind telling me what happened to my wall by the door?" she asked; I just shook my head.
"Well, what about our couch?" she asked; I just shrugged.
"Hey, Char? Where did you go?" It was the melodious voice of my wildcat. I was channeling my inner thirteen year old girl as I jumped and clapped my hands, squealing softly in glee.
"Peter, only good boys get presents," she said.
"Yeah, but you don't like good boys. Present now please," I said before I kissed her in thanks. I would be thanking her more, much more, later. I released her just as our chest entered the room.
"Char! This house is nice. You must be Peter, I'm Mike. Mike Newton," he said walking over to me and extending his hand. I took it in turn and shook it firmly. "Char said you had a problem she thought I could fix," he said with a big smile, flushing slightly as I still held his hand.
He. Smelled. Delicious.
"Oh yes, Mike. Only you."
Mike slowly pulled his hand away from me. He looked a bit nervous, but I smiled slightly, hoping to calm him.
"So, I'm up to just about anything, but adding a third person will cost you more," Mike said, looking between us. My eyes went wide and I glanced over to Char. She had a tell-tell smirk on her face.
"I know right. You have never guessed," Char said walking over to our writing desk.
She was right. I would have never guessed that Mike was a prostitute. I thought he was into construction or something. He was wearing worn jeans, a dusty shirt, boots, and a tool belt was hanging from his chair. I re-examined his outfit again and the discrepancies came into light. His shoes looked practically brand new. The dust on his shirt smelled like sea salt, not rock salt and gravel you'd find at constructions sites. He must have used beach sand. He was smart as well as sexy. Oh my little boy liked to role play. I couldn't contain the slight moan from my chest. Char chuckled lowly and brought me out of my haze.
"Five thousand. Just the hubs here will be partaking. I'm just going to watch," she said.
I danced on the balls of my feet. Mike's eyebrows had risen considerably. I didn't want to take what I wanted. I wanted it willingly. It was much more fun when they played.
"Dudes cost more. Ten thousand. Twenty, and I'll actually at like I'll enjoy it. Maybe even come back for a repeat performance," Mike spoke with confidence.
Char chuckled along with me. He actually thought he'd live through this. Maybe he would be one of the few that would.
I whispered lowly to Char so Mike doesn't hear, "Give him all of it. Our little twinkie here thinks he already has the upper hand."
We always kept cash on hand, just in case. Char's eyes sparkled in mischief. It was on rare occasions such as these that I got the little devil in her to come out and play. She started stacking the money on the table in front of where Mike was standing.
"That's one hundred thousand. Don't act, enjoy it. I know I do, immensely," Char whispered seductively and sat in the chair across from us.
Surprisingly to me, Mike's lips had landed on mine before I could even take the first move. I loved it when they had imitative. Having him to be the one to attack me this way caused me ignite. I gave in to his kiss, enjoying his warm lips to capture mine.
"I do enjoy it actually, always have. I prefer strong hands to soft delicate ones. I promise to make you feel good," he said as he licked across my lips and lifted my shirt above my head.
Once it was off, he brought me in for another kiss. I moaned into his mouth and became even more thrilled as his hands began roaming all over my body. He sought out my tongue and I guided it to him, leery of him cutting across my teeth. I wasn't ready to taste him yet. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop.
Mike broke the kiss and his eyes began to roam across my body. He took his shirt off and tossed it at Char, earning a giggle from her. He winked at her and turned his attention back to me. I pulled him over to the couch and kissed him again. I backed up to the couch removed my pants. Mike gasped as he saw that I was going commando. I sat down and pulled Mike closer by his belt hoops.
"Thank you, puddin'," I whispered lowly to Char as I took in his defined chest.
Mike then unbuttoned his jeans and turned his back to me. He lowered them slowly and his ass was calling to me. I couldn't resist but to slap it lightly and nip at his flesh. It caused Mike to jump and my teeth nick his flesh. A small trail of blood flowed from him and I couldn't resist. I licked the droplet from his firm cheek. Mike's answering moan only excited me further.
Fuck foreplay!
My eyes grew black with want and need. In that next second, something small was flying my way. I caught it easily and saw that it was my lube. I glanced up at Char and she nodded. A woman that knows my heart and dick. Definitely a keeper.
I began to stroke Mike so that he would not feel neglected. I was quite sure a fuck from me whether swift or slow would be the best he ever had. I lubed up my fingers and bring them to Mike's tight whole. He was so greedy and pushed back onto them. I got him nice and ready for me. I took the lube and got my cock prepared to fuck him.
"I want you so bad right now Mike. This is…going to be…a bit rough," I said between breaths as I stroke myself.
"Fuck me, Peter. Give me all of it. I can take it," Mike whimpered in need.
"Let's find out," I replied.
I grabbed Mike's hips and guided him back to me on the couch. I brought him down to my cock and slowly entered him. We were both full of moans and pants. I eyed Char to watch her cross her legs back and forth. I knew she'd get turned on by this.
"Peter, you're so…fuck…big," Mike gasped.
"Damn straight," I said.
Mike lifted himself up and came back down on me. It felt great, but I wanted to control this. I grabbed his hips and brought him back up, circling my cock, teasing him. I controlled this. This was my fun, my pleasure. Mike understood and let me guide the movements. However, he leaned back to capture my lips and tangled his hands in my hair. I couldn't deny him. His hands and lips felt great. I had to alternate between slow and fast to keep from ending this too quickly.
I was enjoying the feeling of him around me. He was so tight, so warm, so good. More. I didn't realize I had said anything until Char walked over to us. I was still bouncing Mike on my hard cock when she spoke softly into my ear.
"You want more, baby? I'll give you more."
She stared at Mike and licked up his neck, earning a moan from the both of us. It made me hit a delicious spot inside Mike and he let loose a groan so deep and guttural I would think him a vampire. Char then took her nail to his neck and made a long cut. It was deep enough for the wound to bleed, but not to kill him. I felt Mike grip my legs slightly and his fear rose.
"Don't worry Mike. I'll take care of you," I whisper to him. Char went to sit back in her chair and watched the show.
He leaned back and kisses me and the scent of his blood is driving me crazy. I then began to lap at his cut, bringing Mike's back to my chest. I began to use my hips to push up into him. He was close. I wasn't that far off. I got lost in his taste. It was better the first taste I got. This was more of him. My venom had sealed his cut and I wanted more. I also needed to come. I began to rock faster in to Mike. He brought his hands up to my hair again and I was close. So close.
"Honeypot," I called over to Char. "Come over here and suck Mike's cock for me. I want him to come when I do."
Mike groaned as he watched Char crawl on all fours over to us. Her eyes were black with hunger and lust.
"I love it when you share Peter. You know how much I love that femoral vein," she whispered low to me. It was the least I could do right now in thanks.
I growled lowly as I watched her slide Mike into her mouth.
"Fuck Char!" He yelled and pushed him down on me, filling him deeper. "Fuck Peter!"
I snickered. This was about me and what I wanted. He was going to remember it until his last fucking breath. Char's sucking sounds and Mike's moans had me teetering on the edge. His ass slapping against me was driving me insane.
"Char, you better get ready," I whisper to her.
She moaned again and I was done. I slammed into Mike on more time before I exploded and bit into his neck. It caused a chain reaction with Mike and he begins to release down Char's throat. She removed her mouth quickly and bit into her favorite spot. What made this moment even better was that Mike's grip on my hair had not stopped, his moans and groans still filled the room, and his long spurts covered Char. It made me pull his blood from his neck even harder.
Mike stilled and I knew he was drained. I was so sated and the look of satisfaction on my mate's face was splendid. I lifted him from me and let his body fall to the floor beside us. I was giving his lifeless body a stroke of thanks when several hisses from Char distracted me.
"Oh man! I got so much of it in my hair!" She whined.
I just chuckled at her and pulled her to her feet.
"How about a shower? I'll clean you up and give you my thanks for my present," I whispered to her while nuzzling her neck.
Damn do I have a great mate.
A/N: Oh how I love to surprise people with Mike Newton. LOL! Whew! That was great right?
