Love Bites Part 11

"I'm only going to come a little way into your c.u.n.t, love," Quentin said. "Joe, you're to wait until she's ready. She's tensing up again. Here's the gel." He pa.s.sed the tube to Joe.

Joe pushed her hair forward and swept his tongue over the vertebrae at the back of her neck. Quentin scooted closer to her, his c.o.c.k brus.h.i.+ng her belly.

Sandwiched between the two men, Darcy was starting to have second thoughts. The heat coming from their two bodies was drawing the air away from her lungs. She was panting, s.h.i.+vering, and neither had entered her yet.

Quentin extended his arm for her to rest her head upon and Darcy felt a moment's ease when she looked into his face. His watchful gaze searched hers.

She brushed her fingers over his cheek and caressed his shoulders.

His hand lifted to cover her breast and she sighed. She slid her thigh over his, opening her legs for him to fit between.

Quentin's hips pulled back, then his c.o.c.k nudged her c.u.n.t, found her moist welcome, and he surged inside her.

Her thigh tightened around his hip, pulling him deeper into her, and he pulsed, shallow thrusts that slowly

stoked her fire.

Joe's hands smoothed down her back to her b.u.t.tocks and he squeezed, helping her press closer to Quentin. Then his fingers pressed inside her a.s.s.

Her breaths shortened, catching on ragged sighs and moans. Her hips found Quentin's rhythm and she

countered it, pressing her p.u.s.s.y forward to greet his strokes.

When Joe's c.o.c.k slid between her cheeks. Her thrusts deepened, forward and back. He pulled his fingers out and pressed the thick, round head of his c.o.c.k against her opening.

She whimpered, sure she'd never take him inside. The pressure became unbearable and she opened her

mouth to beg him to stop. Then gasped when he shoved past the tight ring.

"Christ, you're tight, Darc." Joe's forehead rested on her shoulder and his hips stilled. A shudder shook his tall frame.

Darcy burrowed her face into the crook of Quentin's neck and moaned. "Give me more, Joe. Please, give me more." Her hips jerked when he surged into her, crowding her delicate tissues.

She didn't realize she was shaking, until Quentin's arms surrounded her. "Now, Joe. Prepare her neck."

As his c.o.c.k stroked deeper into her a.s.s, Joe's tongue slid along her neck.

Darcy gasped. Filled to bursting with masculine c.o.c.k, she was on the brink of splintering into a thousand pieces. Her hands clutched Quentin's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

Joe pumped against her a.s.s and Darcy had to move. "Quentin?" she asked her voice quavering.

His mouth settled over hers, his arm crooked beneath her thigh to lift it, allowing both men room to slide deeper into her. Quentin surged forward until he was fully seated.

Pinned between them, she couldn't move her hips. She quaked, whimpering and moaning, not

recognizing the animalistic sounds erupting from deep within her throat. She accepted their deepening thrusts, their hips countering each other's moves.

Quentin's lips lifted from hers. "Now, Joe," he growled.

Joe's hands circled her chest to clasp her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his fingers pinching her nipples. A rumble from behind her was all the warning she got before his teeth sank into her neck.

Darcy screamed, loud and long then closed her eyes tightly. Quentin kissed her again, his tongue sliding

along hers and she bit him. He growled and thrust harder.

Joe's rumbling grew to a roar and his hips jerked out of synch, faster. Burning her a.s.s, as his thick c.o.c.k stretched her farther.

Faster, harder, deeper, their thrusts grew wild and Darcy writhed between them, sweat breaking over her body, cream gus.h.i.+ng in her c.u.n.t.

Quentin's hips rolled and jerked, and his arm drew her thigh higher. Joe's hands moved lower to close over her hips, anchoring her to receive his hard, pistoning c.o.c.k.

Beyond words, Darcy's body took their thrusts, forgetting to breathe. Then her o.r.g.a.s.m rolled over her, clenching her belly, tightening her v.a.g.i.n.a and a.s.s, pulsing, caressing their c.o.c.ks. Both men growled and Darcy screamed as release washed over her. The men rocked, their c.u.m spurting deep inside her body.

She didn't know she was crying until Quentin licked her tears from her face. As Joe closed the small wounds on her neck, he withdrew his c.o.c.k, but Quentin stayed buried deep inside her. His arms pulled her closer and she turned her face to nestle in the crook of his neck.

Joe kissed her shoulder and drew away, leaving the sweat on her back to cool in the air. She heard the sounds of water running in the bathroom, but couldn't stir herself to move away from Quentin.

Quentin kissed her temple. "Come my dear, I'll help you with your bath." He offered his hand to pull her to her feet.

She was grateful for the support when her legs crumpled beneath her. With a shaky laugh, she let him lead her to the bathroom.

As Quentin pa.s.sed Joe in the doorway, the two men exchanged nods. When the door closed behind the woman he loved and her vampire, Joe quietly left the bedroom.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

Darcy woke to find the early morning light r.i.m.m.i.n.g the curtain and a heavy weight draped over her. She smiled when her scattered thoughts coalesced. She'd fallen asleep with Quentin's head upon her shoulder and his c.o.c.k embedded between her legs.

"Good morning." He didn't open his eyes, but his mouth curved into a smile.

"Feeling pretty puffed up this morning?" she teased.

He arched an eyebrow. "You're very chipper, considering."

"Considering what? That I feel like a two dollar wh.o.r.e who has a hundred in her pocket?"

His eyes popped open. "That was rather coa.r.s.e."

She wrinkled her nose. "I'm feeling rather...sticky this morning."

"I'm sorry, I'll move." He rose on his forearms, lifting his torso, which only pressed his c.o.c.k deeper

inside her.

She rubbed her heels on the back of his thighs and pressed down, keeping him firmly inside. "Not yet. Please?" He lowered himself on his elbows, his face inches from hers. The smirk that was never far from his lips stretched lazily.

Blus.h.i.+ng, Darcy covered her mouth immediately. "Maybe I should brush my teeth first."

Quentin shook his head. "A little tooth sc.u.m won't put me off. Not when I find myself buried inside

someone so delightful."

"No, really. This isn't a minor case of halitosis."

"No. I'm not moving until you tell me what your first impulse was."

Beneath his watchful stare, she squirmed, but her gaze held his. "A morning kiss, then?"

"As in 'good morning', or as in 'morning after' kiss?" His eyes crinkled at the sides.

Darcy felt exposed-more so than the previous evening when her body had been examined and

explored thoroughly by two men. Exposed and vulnerable. She pushed at his shoulders. "As in 'good

morning, I need to get up'." She removed her feet from his thighs and waited for him to get the hint. "I think I'll see for myself which it is." His head dipped and his mouth swooped down to take hers in a lazy, erotic kiss-his open mouth rubbing her lips, until she forgot her embarra.s.sment and sighed.

When he ended the kiss, Darcy gave him a coy glance. "Well you didn't expire. So which was it?"

His mouth curved into a self-satisfied smile. "It was a 'Wake up, I'm h.o.r.n.y' kiss."

She laughed and raised her legs to circle his waist. "You've got me there. Took you long enough. You

are a slow riser." She gave his c.o.c.k a squeeze with her inner muscles. "I believe we've been insulted." "We will think you lack stamina if you don't get down to business quickly." She tightened her thighs to hug his body close.

His c.o.c.k pulsed inside her, edging deeper. "What business are you speaking of?"

Feeling deliciously wanton, Darcy quipped, "The business of giving me pleasure."

"What compensation will you give me for my services?" he asked in a haughty tone.

"Shall we barter? Service for service?"

His hips flexed, driving him deeper. "Hmm. Bears consideration."

"Like for like?" she said breathlessly.

"I think not. Wouldn't be a fair trade. We're not made the same."

"Because we're vampire and human?"

"No. Man and woman." His fingers skimmed her breast. "You're rounder here."

"Barely," she mumbled.

A growl sounded from deep inside his throat. "The tips of your rounder b.r.e.a.s.t.s are larger and longer..." He tugged on the stem of her nipple. "...and more sensitive than mine. Playing with my nipples won't make me nearly come. You have a distinct advantage."

Darcy mewled and curved her hips to encourage him to move.

"And then there are the more obvious differences." His hand crept between them and he fingered her c.l.i.t and drove his hips upward to emphasize his point.

Not to be out-caressed, Darcy reached between their bodies, curving her hand around the c.o.c.k embedded in her p.u.s.s.y and cupped his b.a.l.l.s. "I envy you this..." Her fingers ringed the base of his p.e.n.i.s. "...and this. I imagine just pulling off your clothes could excite you. And yet, when you come inside me you're still less vulnerable than I am. A woman must accept a man's intrusion."

"Love, we're made vulnerable in a different way." He pulled her hands away and pressed them against the pillow beside her head. His c.o.c.k stroked inside her-deeply. "Your woman's body holds secrets a man can't understand. And you possess a treasure-a warm, moist place a man can burrow inside." He pulled back and stroked inside again. "Yet it's only when the woman is someone we trust that we choose to linger in her solace." Quentin stoked the slowly building fire with a series of gentle glides, pulling out and driving forward. Then he held himself still inside her, gazing down at her face, the heat and tenderness in his expression melting her from the inside out. "Your c.u.n.t is a place of solace, but my c.o.c.k will always be an intruder and will always beg entrance."