Love Me Like a Rock

Chapter 4

"Yes!" She bucked against him and cried out as he licked her dripping p***y in one long slurp. She tasted of salt and earth and s*x. He ran his tongue lightly from anus to clit, teasing without offering relief. "More!"

"What's your name?" He lifted his face from her cunt just enough to speak, blowing gently on her engorged clit as he did. "No more till you tell me."

"T-Twyla," she whimpered, rotating her hips against his face. "I'm Twyla."

"You're beautiful, Twyla." He lowered his mouth back down and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. "My name is Bram. And I wanted you at the party, too. But only if you're really willing."

"I planned to go home after the coven meeting and think of you." She huffed out the words between gasps. "While I got myself off. Then I was going to ask the mayor about you tomorrow."

Yeah, that had been pretty much his plan too. With the energy from the rock, the weird magnetism between the two of them and the taste of Twyla on his tongue, his conscience was outnumbered. He reached up with both hands and palmed her breasts while he feasted. The pale n*****s were as hard as diamonds under his callused hands and she moaned when he rubbed them. Oh yeah, she was more than willing. He'd lay money on the fact that she liked being tied up, as long as it wasn't satyrs doing it.

He nibbled on her plump labia and sucked lightly at her clit, earning himself another whimpered, "Yes." He barely paused to breathe, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to devour her, to wring every last drop of pleasure he could from a situation that had started so badly. His tongue slid along her folds, circled her puckered rosebud ass, then drew back up to stab inside her and he was pretty sure they heard her scream in Center City, as he tweaked both her n*****s at the same time. She came in a rush, even more of her sweet juices running down between her thighs and coating Bram's chin as he continued to lick and suck until her tremors ceased.

"Do you want me to stop now?" Maybe now that the worst of her tension was relieved, she'd change her mind, decided she didn't want to f**k a total stranger while she was chained to a rock.

"Try it and I'll kill you."

The intense, downright painful arousal had ebbed a bit when she came, but Twyla still wanted him inside her almost more than she wanted her next breath.

He straightened and she could see his hands shaking as he unzipped his fly, toed off his loafers, then shimmied out of his trousers. Goddess, he was perfect - long and thick and delicious. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation of having all that up inside her. She writhed against her bonds. Her wrists had gone totally numb after their prolonged exposure to the toxic metal. She was turned on by the restraint but at the same time longing to get her hands on that magnificent body. "Hurry."

"I'm right here, babe." He braced his arms on either side of her chest and leaned over her on the boulder. "How about a kiss first?"

"Please!" She knew she sounded pathetic, but she didn't care. As he leaned close she could see the glint of moisture on his face, smell herself on his skin. She hadn't thought she could be more turned on, but impossibly, she was. His longish dark hair dusted over her cheekbones as he bent down. Then his lips brushed hers and she flat-out forgot how to think.

Nothing in her experience had prepared her for this. Every other man she'd ever been with faded into oblivion beside the sheer beauty of his lips shaping hers. His hands weren't even touching her and his hairless chest barely brushed the tortured peaks of her n*****s, but the flood of sensation from the kiss set every square inch of her skin tingling. When he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips she opened readily, greedily sucking him into her mouth. He tasted of coffee and Twyla's own arousal as he explored the cavern of her mouth and her tongue danced and slid alongside his, while she lifted upward, trying to rub her n*****s against his chest.

"Oh, goddess!" He broke the kiss, leaving both of them gasping for breath. Then he knelt on the stone between her legs, nuzzling the side of her neck and then down between her aching breasts. "You are amazing, Twyla." The words were a whispered caress as he circled one n****e with his tongue, shifting his weight off one hand so it could cup and squeeze the other peak. She pulled against the bonds holding her arms over her head, turned on further by the restraint. When he sucked the beaded point into his mouth, she cried out, arching her back up off the stone to force her n****e deeper into the hot cavern. He got the hint and suckled harder, pinching the other n****e with thumb and forefinger. She was so turned on she could almost come again just from this. Then he pulled back and switched sides, nipping softly on the swollen nub.

Colored sparks of light flashed in front of her eyes as she came, a wordless cry forcing its way past her lips.

"That's two," he murmured, laving the abused n****e with soft licks. His voice was deep and rumbly, husky with desire. "Want to stop now?"

"Not done yet." She could already feel her body coiling up for another round. She wanted him so much her womb actually hurt - more than she'd ever wanted anyone in all of her six hundred years. "Inside me this time. Please."

"Your wish is my command, princess." He'd retracted his claws somehow and now he used one big, long-fingered hand to test her p***y, probing and sliding two long fingers inside, before he scissored them open, stretching her tight channel.

"More!" His fingers soothed the empty ache in her womb, but only slightly. She wanted him all, every long, thick, hard inch. And she wanted it now, with an urgency she knew was only partly due to the s*x magic spilled here tonight. A good deal of her need had been there the moment she'd laid eyes on him in that hokey fake vampire costume, with his shining dark chestnut hair, glowing golden-brown eyes and gleaming white fangs.

And then he pulled his fingers out and took his c**k in hand, positioning it between her swollen labia. He rubbed it against her, coating the fat dark head with her juices. She craned her neck upward to watch.

"I'm not going to last long, princess." His voice was thick and deep.

"Thank the goddess! I want it hard."

"That I can manage." He pushed into her in one powerful shove. He was so big it would have hurt if she hadn't been so f*****g turned on.

"All right?"