with long, slow laps as he listened to her suck air between her teeth, and he enjoyed her quickening heartbeat. Not long now, and he’d have her ready, sweetened, primed for him.
Jake pushed his tongue between her cunt lips and lashed at her clit, then drew it carefully between his teeth and sucked.
Candy’s back arched, and she moaned as she neared an orgasm.
He moved away, nibbling at her thighs.
She grunted in frustration and he smiled.
Closing his eyes, Jake pushed his thoughts out then, moving the Touch up the length of her body like a hundred butterfly wings, caressing every part of her at once, flitting across her nipples and stomach, as he slid his fingers into her cunt.
Her hips rose up off the bed and she cried out in joy. “Oh…God…that’s good,” she said between panted breaths.
She clamped down on his fingers and flooded them with her juices as he moved in and out of her, traveling across her damp skin with his thoughts, feeling the conditioned air blow across her breasts, finding her pulse in a hundred spots at once.
His burgeoning cock emerged from the front of his pants as he enjoyed Candy, pulling her to the edge of her resistance, then pushing her away.
She cooed, and then groaned, and then growled with disappointment.
Continuing the Touch, Jake rose and removed his clothes. He loved the feel of heated flesh against his own when he drank. Letting the Touch drift lower now, he stretched out on top of Candy and kissed her neck, her jaw, and her shoulders.
She wriggled under him as the treatment intensified. His thoughts rolled over her cunt, then dipped in and out.
“Fuck me,” she said, digging her fingers into his back. “Please. I’m on fire.”
“Yes,” he whispered, easing his cock between her legs.
She thrust up into him, taking him into her all at once, and he almost lost her.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, drawing back.
She locked her legs around him before he could withdraw.
“Good Lord, get on with it.”
Jake glanced over his shoulder, surprised to find Thomas Skidmore standing beside the bed, pale hands fisted on his narrow hips.
“Go away,” Jake said.
“Why do you insist on doing it this way?” Skidmore waved dramatically with one arm, his style mimicking the British theater of years gone by. “I’ve never known anyone who felt they had to get permission. You are strange, dear boy.”
Jake returned his attention to Candy, rocking against her in time with her growing need. She hadn’t noticed the intrusion.
“Just hurry. We have places to go.” Skidmore closed the door behind him as he left.
“Oh, God,” she said, louder now. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Harder.”
Jake turned his head to speak softly into her ear. “I need more than your cunt, sweet thing. I need your blood.”
He felt her tense as fear crept into her fevered excitement.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said. “We’ll come together.”
After a moment of hesitation, she turned her head, offering her neck to him as she writhed in anticipation, her hands fisted against his back.
Jake pressed his lips to her neck, thrilling to the pulse rising and falling beneath the surface. He let loose of the reins then, thrusting into her sizzling cunt as his cock hardened to steel, pushing deeper, needing release nearly as much as he needed to feed.
His fangs lengthened, and he opened his mouth. Trying to hold back, savoring the anticipation, he smelled her approaching climax. Yes, she was ready.
Jake pressed his fangs into her neck and she screamed. He closed his eyes as her orgasm flooded him, first biting down on his pulsing cock, then flowing through his veins and exploding in his brain. He drew hard as he pumped his seed into her, letting her fill him with need, fulfillment, dreams, wants, desires.
He knew her arousal as she danced for hungry eyes, her smug disgust as sweaty men humped her for money, her euphoria as she lay alone at night with a vibrating orgasm rolling through her narcotic haze. And he felt her ecstasy as his own. She came again as he thrust harder, longer, until he’d taken all he could, and given all he had.
Jake held his mouth to her neck for a moment to stop the flow, then moved it away and slowed his thrusts to nice, easy strokes.
Her grip changed to a shaky hold on his shoulders, and her cries softened to weak groans.
He stilled, then withdrew and rolled onto his back to enjoy the sensations of nerves popping and firing through his entire system, waking from a long sleep. After more than a century and a half, he still loved the vibration, especially when sweetened with orgasms.
“You win.”
Jake turned his head to find Candy lying with her eyes closed and her arms at her sides, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Already, the small wounds on her neck were nearly healed, and her heart rate had begun to slow.
He grinned.
If not for Skidmore waiting impatiently outside somewhere, Jake might have spent a few more hours with his little morsel. But the old man was right; they had places to go.
After getting dressed, he dropped the bill onto Candy’s bare stomach, then leaned over and kissed her soundly.
She hadn’t moved much, and smiled up at him. “You come back anytime, Jake.”
He winked at her, then tossed the room key onto the bed beside her before leaving his dinner guest and the air conditioner’s buzz behind.
Downstairs, he found the tall, thin vampire in an out-of-place purple velvet suit, standing in the shadows near the door, and Jake made his way through the maze of tables, young strippers, and horny old men.
“It’s about time,” Skidmore said, wrinkling his nose with disapproval.
“Some things shouldn’t be rushed.” Jake picked up his black felt Stetson from a hook by the door and slipped it on as he stepped into the New Mexico night. Warm, clean air swept over him as if he were no more than another jackrabbit making his way across the desert, and a star-filled sky opened above as Jake strolled across the parking lot to the convertible parked near the exit.
“Will you please get a move on?” Skidmore hurried ahead, hopping effortlessly into the passenger’s seat. “I refuse to spend another day trapped in the boot of this wretched beast. It’ll take at least four hours to get to the mine, and that’s thirty minutes more than we have.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Jake said, trying not to get annoyed with his fellow traveler. Skidmore tended to get on his nerves after a month or two of whining. “We’ll be there in three.”
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