The couple in the movie were having their first passionate kiss when the door slammed a little loud behind me. I jumped and turned around.
He came.
Desi shook his head and stuffed his sunglasses in his coat, exchanging them for the black garment I had left for him.
“These look familiar?”
I blinked and opened my eyes wide. I crossed my legs and watched his eyes dip to them. They started at my shoes and slowly made their way up, pausing at my core.
“I don’t think those are mine,” I teased. He raised his eyebrows and brought the garment to his face. He inhaled deeply and then looked at me pointedly.
“Oh, I think they are.”
I opened and closed my mouth. Why was that so hot? He came over to me. I was leaning against a small table. My hands gripped the edge as his hands went to my waist.
He kissed me deeply. He tasted like cinnamon whiskey. I groaned. In the dim light, he looked incredibly sexy.
His cock was pressed hard to my thigh, and my body clenched. I let go of the table and started to reach for him, but he caught my wrist and shook his head. His mouth took mine in his, and his other hand moved from my waist down. He played with the fishnets, tugging on them, and rubbing his palm across my thighs. His hand slid up my skirt slowly, teasingly. All while his tongue moved in my mouth.
My body responded just as strongly as his. I whimpered, trying to free my hand to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me go. I brought my other hand up to his head and tugged on his hair. He let out a moan.Oh?I grinned as I kissed him. He laughed.
“You fucking nerd.”
“You like your hair being pulled,” I teased in a whisper sing-song voice. Finally, he dropped my hand, but only so he could rip my skirt up and start urging my tights down. I kicked my shoes and socks off quickly to help him get everything off. When I was left with just my skirt, his hand dipped between my legs.
“What is it about the movies that gets you so wet?”
I rolled my eyes and threw my head back as his mouth went to my neck. He licked and sucked as his hand moved in slow, delicious circles between my thighs. He removed his hand, and I let out a soft whimper. My body was screaming.
“Shh, you don’t want to ruin the show for everyone else.” He lifted me up, placed me on the edge of the table, and pushed my legs apart before he kneeled down. I gripped the table again, preparing for what I could only imagine was fucking glorious. His hands went to my thighs, and he paused. I looked down and found him staring up at me.
“Have you ever been bitten?”
“What?”
“Can I,” he paused, running fingers so lightly across my thighs it tickled. “Bite you?”
I blinked. No one had ever asked that before. I wasn’t even entirely sure what it would do. I bit down on my lip and nodded.
“I won’t hurt you,” he assured me. “Relax. Close your eyes and let me show you what I can do with my mouth.” He began slowly running his tongue across my thigh. When he brought his teeth out, grazing the sensitive skin, I shivered. I could feel his fangs. It terrified and thrilled me all at the same time.
“I feel like I already know what you can do.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you have no fucking clue.”
I let out a sharp gasp as he sunk his fangs into my inner thigh. His hand went to my wetness, and he slipped a finger in me, moving it slowly in and out as he sucked my blood.
My entire body was on fire as he sucked. I was struggling to breathe as he rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb. I bucked from the explosion of sensations. I could hear the blood in my ears. It was humming with pleasure, causing me to forget about the sting from the initial bite. I felt hot, and yet I was shivering.
He took his mouth off the wound and, with little to no pause, shifted to my core. His tongue knew exactly where to go and what to do to make me come fast, hard- and all over his lips.
My hands went to his hair. I tugged and pushed him closer as he devoured me. I was cake, and he was starving. He brought his hands back, slipping in fingers as his tongue focused on my clit.
“I’m coming.” I gasped. He made an approving sound but didn’t stop. Instead, he chose to go harder with his fingers, finding my g-spot and hooking it. I screamed then, not caring if patrons heard me.
Wave after wave of pleasure so intense came that it took me an eternity to open my eyes and come back to earth. When I did, Desi was resting on his knees, grinning at me.
Blood was on his neck in long thin runs. I’m sure it had been on his face, but his second act had rubbed it off. “How do you feel?” he asked.
