"Sister Christian, burning like a flame, you're driving me insane"
"Sister Christian" by Night Ranger
THE WHOLE RIDE back to the cave, Sevyn's hands roamed all over Dwayne's body. She lightly dragged her nails down his shirtless torso, palms caressing his thighs, fingertips dipping shallowly into his pants. Everywhere she could reach, she explored, working up the vampire she was wrapped around.
By the time Dwayne parked his bike on the bluff, Sevyn was wide awake, very horny, and still a little drunk. Her nerves were buzzing from the liquor she drank, the pot she smoked, and the rush of the ride on Dwayne's motorcycle.
As soon as he parked his bike, he climbed off and manhandled her until she was sitting on the seat facing him fully. "What game are you playing, pretty girl? You were just about to fall asleep from too much tequila," he reminded her. "Don't start something you can't finish."
Her cheeks bloomed with color, but her voice was steady. "I'm awake now and not so drunk that I don't know what I'm doing," she said truthfully. Currently, she was in that sweet spot between drunk and sober where she was loose and uninhibited without being impaired.
Dwayne took a moment to study Sevyn, looking for something. She stared back at him, wondering what it was. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it because in the next moment, his lips connected with her own in a fierce kiss. One strong arm curled tightly around her waist while his free hand gripped the back of her neck possessively, keeping her where he could best reach every part of her.
Their kiss was passionate, their tongues battling for dominance. Starbursts plumed on the backs of her eyelids as the ferocity of his kiss surged through her. Her body heated up into an inferno. She needed more.
Dwayne broke the kiss in favor of trailing his lips down the elegant curve of her neck, giving her skin harsh bites occasionally, soothing each hurt with his tongue. She tasted exactly how she smelled – like fresh strawberries and a rich cream.
The lure of her blood was loud and undeniable. Dwayne's face transformed, his fangs dropping in order to drag along her throat in a silent question. Instead of answering out loud, Sevyn just tilted her head farther, allowing him full access.
Without a moment's hesitation, the vampire bit down on her throat and took a deep pull of blood. He groaned with ecstasy, savoring the rich taste. Her blood had easily become his favorite. It was too bad he couldn't make her a steady food source. Another reason for her to become a vampire, she may not be food anymore, but he could bite her more often.
While Dwayne took his fill of her, Sevyn's hands frantically began undressing him, pushing his jacket off his naked shoulders before working on his pants. Her whole body felt on fire from his kiss, her nerves raw and zinging with sparks of pleasure. As soon as they were open enough, her small hand slipped inside his pants to wrap her fingers around his substantial girth. She noted that he wasn't wearing underwear. Very nice. The two of them moaned from the contact, her thumb swiping over the moisture on the head of his cock.
Dwayne dislodged his fangs from Sevyn's neck and licked the wound before kissing her. She shivered slightly at the odd taste of her own blood on his tongue, feeling it smearing around her lips and chin. She must look rabid. It was hard to tell if she liked it or not, but it seemed to really get Dwayne excited, so she went with it.
Eventually, she broke the kiss, her unique eyes locked on his deep brown ones. "Did you still want to make that video?" A coy smile tugged Sevyn's now slightly swollen lips upward.
"I decided I'd rather watch you do it in front of me," Dwayne rumbled with a wicked smile.
"Well, I have good news for you – you can have both," she teased him, wiggling her phone in front of him after pulling it out of her pocket.
His full eyebrows raised in surprise before that wicked smirk returned. He took the phone from her before taking a step back. Sevyn had taught them how to use the camera on her phone months ago, which was coming in handy now.
As soon as Dwayne gave her a nod, she began slowly removing her clothing, dropping it carelessly to the ground beside her. She would do laundry tomorrow. Right now, more important things were happening.
As soon as she was naked, she sat down on the seat again, propping one foot up on the seat beside her while dropping her knee out; the other leg was spread as far as she could go while still maintaining her footing. It was moments like these where she was thankful for all her years dedicated to yoga giving her good balance and a strong core.
Standing a good few feet away, Dwayne eagerly recorded the show, his hand reaching down to free himself from his jeans, giving himself a lazy but firm stroke. As Sevyn began pleasuring herself, Dwayne's movements followed along with her, her moans spurring him on. She sounded like the hottest porno, a flush spreading across her decolletage, coloring her with her lust.
It was heady to see her lose herself like this, to let herself let go and bring herself to orgasm for him to enjoy. He knew he would be watching this video as often as he could get his hands on it.
Sevyn's finger was buried inside of her while the heel of her palm grinded down on her clit while her free hand plucked and twisted a nipple. She kept her eyes on Dwayne and his self-pleasure, using him as inspiration as well. Their moans and groans were a symphony echoing through the night, their names whispering in the wind.
"That's it, pretty girl, work that pussy for me," he growled, his fist squeezing punishingly to keep from finishing yet.
Dwayne took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the two of them, batting her hand away before grabbing his dick again, his head gliding through her slick sex, getting it wet while pumping his fist furiously. This illicit contact made Sevyn moan even louder now, her hips rocking along with his. The camera was trained intently on their mutual pleasure, their teasing and their glistening skin.
Without warning, Dwayne dropped down to his knees and swiped the flat of his tongue along her folds, tasting yet another part of her. He handed off the phone to her, silently insisting she continue recording. Sevyn's head dropped back with another loud moan, her hips jerking again while she tried to capture Dwayne's head between her thighs. She needed more of him. More of his mouth, his hands, his cock. Anything.
"More! Oh please, more. Faster, Dwayne," she called out, her voice hitching on a shattered plea.
Dwayne wrapped his lips around her clit and pushed a finger inside her up to his third knuckle, pumping a few times before adding another. He crooked the two as he continued to thrust, rubbing against that spot inside her that made her whimper.
He grabbed her bent leg and draped it over his shoulder instead, opening her up for him more. His teeth lightly rasped along her clit before he sucked it back between his lips again, his tongue battering it.
"Oh fuck, Dwayne! God, yes," Sevyn moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
Sevyn's free hand tangled tightly in his hair, holding him to her with desperate need, the ache in her core building. He continued to attack her with a feverish intensity until she crashed into the proverbial rocks, her body shaking with an orgasm, before he eventually stood up again.
Before she could say anything, he was thrusting inside her, her leg still slung over his shoulder, the other curling around his hip, allowing him to sink in fully, hips flush together. The angle had her shouting out, her head thrown back again. He didn't hesitate, setting a punishing pace, one hand wrapped around her calf and the other held her hip, keeping her where he wanted her while he fucked her.
Dwayne surged forward and pressed a harsh kiss to her lips that matched his thrusts for intensity, his tongue fucking in and out of her mouth. Her hand reached back behind him and dug her nails into his tanned skin, dragging the sharp points down until she could grip his ass, encouraging him to unleash completely on her. The other was holding her phone out to capture their frantic kiss.
"So fucking tight, so good. Fuck, what a good girl. Perfect girl," Dwayne practically purred his praise, sending a thrill up her spine.
He pulled back and took the phone from her to record the sight of him disappearing inside her, filming his violent thrusts. Dwayne groaned at the image in front of him, feeling the tell-tale signs of his release coming to hit him hard. After a minute of recording his thrusts, he panned back up to capture the enticing way her tits bounced as he fucked her.
It was a miracle the motorcycle stayed upright with Dwayne's violent thrusts, but it was a phenomenon that Sevyn didn't have the brain capacity to consider. Instead, she held on for dear life, her core muscles getting a serious workout as she held herself up, hips working with his as much as he would allow.
"That's it, Sevyn, come on my cock," he demanded roughly against her lips, sweat glistening on his flawless skin. The phone was almost forgotten in his grasp but luckily he pulled back and aimed the camera to catch Sevyn's face as she came.
The knot in her lower belly began to tighten, her muscles around Dwayne's cock squeezing him with her approaching release. She keened loudly into his mouth before sinking her teeth into his lower lip, drawing blood. The orgasm from earlier was a butterfly's kiss compared to the intensity of the one crashing over her.
Sevyn recovered from her climax and snatched the phone back, just in time to position the phone towards Dwayne as he erupted inside her. She desperately wanted to capture his expression, to see this usually composed man lose himself in the moment. Lost in his bliss. Consumed by her. He was breathtaking, a picture of masculine beauty, his expression of unadulterated pleasure.
They both slowly came down from their high, Sevyn's chest heaving with heavy breaths, while Dwayne remained steady, simply watching her. Her turquoise eyes held his rich brown ones, the two studying each other. The pink-haired thief turned off the recording distractedly, her focus fixed on the man towering in front of her.
Reluctantly, Dwayne withdrew from Sevyn, making her whimper quietly. He couldn't help but smirk at the sound. He had been wanting to see her come undone for a long time now and he had to admit it was worth the wait.
The vampire dipped his head down to nudge his nose against her own, a small smile curling the corners of his lips. "How're you doing, pretty girl?" He dotted a couple of kisses to the plush lower tier of her lips.
"I'm doing great, fantastic even," she purred, smiling as well.
Slowly, the two moved until they were both standing on their own two feet. Sevyn placed her hands on Dwayne's chest, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "And you? How was that for you?" She leaned up to press a kiss to the underbelly of his jaw.
"Mm, I'd say that was pretty rad," he said, his voice rough, but she could tell that it was a genuine compliment. Sevyn couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up when Dwayne described sex as 'rad.' That sounded more like a Paul thing.
Well, when in the '80s…
"I'm glad. If more drives with you end like that, I'll be riding with you more often," she purred, teasing him.
The two separated begrudgingly, wanting nothing more than to remain wrapped in each other. Sevyn flashed Dwayne a playful wink before gathering up her clothes.
"Well, I hate to run, but I am going to go home. I've been here the past few nights, and I have stuff to do, like laundry," she chattered, her switch flipped back to distracted. "Don't think I don't know what you boys are up to, bringing me back here every night, I told you guys I'm not moving in," she teased him, giving his chest a playful smack.
Dwayne grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the tips of her fingers before letting go. He gave her a handsome smirk and nodded. "If you insist. Goodnight, Sevyn."
She blushed and fluttered her eyelashes at him before blowing him a kiss and, items in hand, disappeared in a blink.