Suck My Life (Sucking Dead #1) - Andie M. Long Page 0,39

a hand on my hip. “I can’t, Big D.” I stared at his protruding cock. “You see. I’m not sorry.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not sorry. It’s a really fine arse and you put it right there in front of me. I’m a vampire. You’re fully aware I can bite. You instructed me to kiss it,” I held a hand up in front of his open and about to protest mouth, “and it was just too tempting to not bite. It could have been worse; I could have sunk my fangs in.”

Death started to shuffle across the floor with his leather trousers around his ankles. He could only take really small steps, which not only looked ridiculous and like he could face plant at any moment, but also made his cock swing around. “I shall go and get my clothes. The bottom drawer, you said?”

“That’s correct. So you need to go back out, across the hall, and into the first room, hoping that no one sees you looking like that.”

He glared at me. “You’re going to shout Spence, aren’t you?”

I smirked.

“Fine.” He leaned down to completely remove his trousers. “I’ll just have to—” He was gone through the door, “make a dash for it.” I heard, but even with vampire speed he was out and through the bedroom door before I could have shouted for Spence.

I followed him into my room where I was met with a triumphant grin.

So I took my bra off and threw it at him.

In all innocence I did it just to wipe that look off his face.

But it backfired, because now a naked brooding male took his second look at my boobs that day. For a man who’d not had any action in decades it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, or in his case, the nipples that broke Death’s restraint.

The next thing I knew, I was laid on my bed with Death above me, his eyes… deadly.

And all I could think was an inner hurrah that my bedroom was now lovely and clean and so I could wriggle upon it to my hearts content. Or to Death’s…

“If you don’t want this to happen, then you need to say so right now, because I’ve no first hand experience of a vampire’s thirst for blood, but I’d hazard a guess that its similar to my thirst to sample your delights.”

I really, really, really wanted to call him out on terming it ‘sampling my delights’ but I also really, really, really, really did not want him to take off in a huff.

So instead I mimed zipping across my mouth and throwing away the key.

“If I’d known that’s what it took to shut you up, I’d have done this sooner,” he said, but my protests were swallowed by his mouth on mine.

I think I actually mewled as his lips swept across mine and then his tongue darted into my mouth.

Boy, he was a good kisser, and as his hands began to trail over the rest of me, removing my leggings and panties as he went, I realised he was good at everything.

“So, so good,” I moaned as his fingertip flicked against my clit.

I reached down and fastened my hand around his shaft, “Is this what they mean by a little death?” I teased in a whisper.

He rocked into my hand and I felt him engorge further.

“Oh my, you really are a Big D.”

Death took his time kissing me, teasing me, touching me and then he pushed inside me. All my senses were heightened by being a vampire. The tang of salt on his skin burst against my tongue as I licked his neck, but he didn’t make me hunger for his blood, because I realised… he didn’t have any. He was missing the life source. I couldn’t detect it on him anywhere. The irony of a vampire falling for a person with no blood. But I knew I’d not drain him, could not kill Death himself and that was a bonus. As was the finger he teased around my back entrance. Death really did affect everywhere.

My hands ran down those firm glutes as he moved within me. My body sang under its new master.

And then I tipped over the edge.

“Oh yes, Big D. Yes.”

I felt his arse tighten under my hands, and after hard, fast, final thrusts and a grunt, Death followed me over.

“Wow,” was all I could manage to say.

Death nodded his head, “Wow.”

Usually after sex, you might curl up for a while and then fall