SC is an ongoing serial story. Please see the posting from 10/4/2010 for Part Two. https://everythingerotic.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/shades-of-crimson-christopher/
Recap: In part two, Andre’s sire, Christopher, invited himself into Andre’s apartment. The night ended with Andre and Christopher having sex and Madison, Andre’s neighbor, a young woman he lusts for, showing up unannounced.
Content advisory: male/female sex scene
Andre suspected his expression could have left hell in a frozen state as he rolled off the bed and yanked his clothes off the floor. This was not a situation he wanted Madison involved in but now he was trapped.
As soon as he and Christopher looked presentable, Andre stalked through the apartment. He tried to compose himself then opened the door.
Madison flashed a smile brilliant enough to rival the sunlight he could no longer have. God, she outshined any of the models he pained.
“Can I come in?” she said and shifted on stilettos.
“Of course. I’m sorry,” he said and mentally kicked himself for acting like an ass. She swept past him and the scent of honeysuckle, her signature scent, perfumed the air. Her hips wiggled with each step, giving him a view of shapely ass that made his cock begin to stiffen.
Christopher swaggered forward.
Andre stifled a growl and the urge to bear his teeth at his sire.
“My dear,” Christopher said and reached for her hand.
Seething, Andre made introductions and hoped Madison had enough sense to keep her lip zipped. Christopher would not like her knowing what they were. Only he could get a new neighbor that devoured vampire romance novels like they were fine chocolates and figured out his secret in a matter of days.
“Would you like to join us?” Christopher asked Madison. “We were thinking of hitting an all night coffee shop.”
Where the hell had that come from? They couldn’t drink coffee and keep it down. Christopher really wanted to spend time with her. Andre’s hands curled into fists.
“I can’t,” Madison said and turned to Andre. “I stopped to ask if you would join me for an artist’s debut tomorrow night. I thought you might enjoy it.”
Her nostrils flared the tiniest bit. Did she smell sex on him? He stank of it.
She looked between him and Christopher and a slight frown bowed her lips.
Shit. She knew. He was almost sure of it.
She glanced back at Christopher. “Did I interrupt something here?”
Christopher laughed. “No. We were finished.”
Andre’s face heated, and the desire to kill his sire almost overpowered him. “Christopher was just leaving.” Without waiting for his response, Andre marched to the door and yanked it open.
Christopher laughed. “My dear, it was lovely to meet you. Perhaps you would consider giving me the honor of taking you out sometime?”
“Perhaps,” she said.
Andre burned, though it was the best answer she could have given.
“Excellent,” Christopher said and took her hand again. In a gallant sweep, he bent at the waist and kissed the back.
Andre’s nails bit into his palms.
Christopher released her. “I’ll look forward to the next time we meet.” He turned. “Andre, I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Andre didn’t reply and shoved the door closed behind him.
He faced Madison, dreading her response.
Sure enough, curiosity gleamed in her eyes.
“You and Christopher? You’re lovers?”
He didn’t want to admit it. “I don’t know what we are,” he said truthfully.
“Did you have sex?”
Warmth tinged his face again, but he forced himself to meet her gaze. “Yes. But I’d never been with a man before. It’s just that. . .”
“You don’t say no to your sire,” she supplied.
“No. Not if you’re smart.”
“Did you like it?” She sidled closer and her body heat enveloped him.
“Yes,” he said honestly. “But I’m not gay. I mean. . .I love being with women.”
“You’re bi-sexual. It’s no big deal. At least, not with me.”
There it was, and he couldn’t deny it.
She giggled. “He’s very handsome.”
“But so are you.” She pressed her index finger to her lower lip. “Anyway, I would really like for you to go with me tomorrow night. Will you?”
“Yes. I’d love to.”
Andre watched Madison work the room. No one would ever guess she was an exotic dancer even though the red dress she wore hugged her luscious curves in a way that screamed sex. Just watching her had left him with a raging hard-on. But so far she hadn’t given him any signals that she wanted the evening to end in his bed.
Usually, he could read women very well, but Madison had him guessing, hoping, that she would be with him.
She turned and made her way across the room. “I think I’ve had enough of this place.” She took his arm.
He’d had enough five minutes after they arrived. He didn’t care for the artist’s work and most of the attendees were uptight snobs. But that was the bane of the arts and he should be used to it. Still, he didn’t want to go home unless Madison would join him.
“I’d take you for coffee but. . .”
“I understand. Besides, I don’t want any.”
“What do you want?” he asked and held his breath.
She slipped her arm around his waist. “I want to go back to your place.”
Andre unlocked the door and held it open for her.
She strolled inside then turned to face him. “Andre,” she whispered.
He went to her and took her hand. Their gazes locked. His arms slipped around her, drawing her up against him. Heat worked its way though his body, and his cock stiffened. “You really aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“Are you kidding?” Her tongue darted out and ran over her lower lip. “You’re a sweetie. I knew that the first time I met you.”
“But you know what I have to do. Right?”
She laughed. “Of course I know. Assuming my massive collection of vampire novels has it right.”
“I want you,” he whispered. She knew him. Really knew him and wasn’t afraid.
“I know,” she said and rubbed against his cock.
He groaned. “Being involved with someone like me could be dangerous.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Christopher wants you.” It killed him to say it.
“But I want you.”
Excitement raced through him. He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers. Her arms slipped around his neck, then her fingers burrowed into his hair.
Andre ran his tongue along her lower lip, urging her to open for him. He delved inside her mouth, tasting and twining his tongue with hers. The vanilla coffee she’d drunk earlier in the night flavored the kiss.
He stroked down her sides, over the silky material of the dress. The warmth of her body beckoning. Gripping her hips, he pulled her up tighter against his cock and ground into her. His hands eased further around and settled on her firm ass. Her dancer’s body held promise for a night he wouldn’t soon forget.
She moaned as her fingers tugged his hair. Breaking the kiss, she rubbed against him. “Take me,” she whispered. “Make me yours.” She dropped her head back. Her long red hair fell over his arms and hands in a silk curtain. The scent of cherry shampoo clung to her hair, inviting his touch.
His fangs lengthened with his desire for her blood.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed his way along her jaw and then on down to her throat. The urge to bite almost overwhelmed him. She turned her head, giving him access. But he pulled back.
“Don’t you want it?” Hurt colored her voice.
He kissed her gently then released her. “More than you would believe. But not standing here in my living room. I want to make love to you first. I want it to be special.” He met her gaze. “I care for you, Madison.” He scooped her into his arms and strode down the hallway to his bedroom.
He set her down beside his bed, claiming her lips even as he reached for the back of her dress. Grasping the zipper, he slowly ran it down, letting the wispy garment fell from her shoulders.
Her bare breasts jutted forward. Bending over, he lapped one taut nipple then sucked it into his mouth. She gasped as his tongue flicked the hard bud. While he continued laving her breast, he grasped her dress and pushed it down over her hips.
She leaned back, moaning. Her fingers delved into his hair, pressing him closer. He stroked over the hard peak a few more times then lifted his head and claimed her lips again in a brief kiss. Then he stepped back. She was completely bare under the dress. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
She closed the small distance between them, pushed off his jacket, and deftly removed his shirt. Then she undid his trousers and shoved them down his legs. Her warm fingers slipped inside his underwear and wrapped around his cock.
“Holy mother of God,” she said and ran her hand along his length. “You’re hung like a horse.”
“Ah, you think that’s funny, big boy?”
“No. Just that you said it. I’ll show it to you, if you like.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“I know.” He reached for her and brought her closer and as she caressed his dick, he slipped his hand between her legs. Hot moisture greeted his questing fingers. She was soaking wet. More than ready. A lightening strike of excitement blazed through him, heating his body and making him even harder.
“Come,” he said and motioned to the mattress. He wanted to pounce and fuck her till she screamed his name.
She centered herself in the big bed on fresh silk sheets. He slid in beside her and gathered her in his arms, relishing her heat.
“Oh,” she said and giggled, “this is how it always starts out in my books.”
Holy shit. What exactly did she read in those novels? More to the point, what did she expect from him? Worse, what if he couldn’t live up to some fiction writer’s idea of vampire sex?
“But this isn’t one of your books. This is you and me.” He brushed her hair back and took her lips in a long slow kiss. His hand slid down over her warm skin and captured one firm breast. His thumb stroked the nipple until she moaned into his mouth.
She shifted, pushing closer and then her tongue ran over his fangs. A jot of unexpected pleasure exploded through him and he groaned. Her tongue darted out, touching, stroking, probing, as she fully explored his mouth.
Andre’s cock throbbed. Oh God, Madison was truly killing him. This was the difference between a woman who knew what he was and one who didn’t. A woman who knew and wasn’t afraid.
Her fingers traveled over his chest, stroked his belly, dipped lower then seized his dick. Her hand squeezed then slipped along his length.
He moaned and arched his back, thrusting himself more fully into her hand. Her motion and grip was perfect. She knew what she was doing. She was. . .experienced. Burning jealousy slashed through him at the thought of her with any man but him.
He placed his hand over hers, stopping her.
She looked questioningly at him.
“Let me take care of you. I want this to be a night you will never, ever forget.” He kissed her gently.
With her hand on his chest, she pushed back.”Andre, I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”
“That isn’t what I meant,” he said. “I want our first time together to be one you will always remember, no matter how many times we do this.”
She relaxed into his arms.
He kissed her lips then along her jaw and down to her throat, savoring the clean taste of her and the silken texture of her skin. He licked over her pulse and the desire to bite hit him in a near crippling wave. Not yet. His pleasure could wait. He forced himself away before his basic instinct for survival overrode his desire to please her.
Kissing his way over the hollow of her throat, he continued on down between her breasts. Palming one perfect globe, he kissed the other, nibbling and licking until she arched her back and gasped.
Leaving her breasts, he lapped his way to her navel. Glancing up, he met her molten gaze and plunged his tongue inside the tiny indentation.
Sighing, she shifted and bent her leg, rewarding him with a glimpse of glistening flesh. Cock throbbing, he repositioned himself and planted tiny kisses above the red nest of curls at the junction of her thighs. “Sweet,” he murmured and moved once again. Now between her legs he ran his hands down the inside of her thighs. He pressed with just enough pressure that she spread wider for him. Her sex gleamed with slick moisture. He bent over her, inhaling deeply, drawing in the scent of honeysuckle perfume and sweet clean female.
Her breath caught. “Andre, God, I need you in me.”
“Shh. Let me make this special.” He touched her clit and she jumped the tiniest bit. “Relax,” he whispered and rubbed her nub before sliding his fingers along her folds, picking up moisture. Then he went back and stroked her clit rhythmically with his lubricated finger.
Her back arched and her hips surged upward. He bent over and his tongue flicked out and touched her moist flesh. She moaned and strained upward. Her desire fired his blood, and he stroked his tongue over her slit then along her folds, tasting her delightful sweet flavor. He moved to her center and speared his tongue into her, licking in a way that simulated what he was going to do with his cock.
Madison’s hips undulated as he licked her and massaged her clit with his thumb. He rubbed faster, alternating the pressure until her back arched. She stiffened and a long moan escaped her as she reached her peak.
Groaning with satisfaction, he lapped at her opening, taking in the evidence of her pleasure. God, she tasted so sweet, unlike any woman he’d sampled before.
She collapsed back on the bed.
Andre moved up over her. His cock was so hard it hurt. He positioned himself, and her hand snaked down and grasped his balls in her warm palm, she gently caressed them. His dick jerked up against his belly.
He lowered his forehead onto her shoulder and rounded his back as she stroked and gently squeezed his nuts until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He was going to come all over his belly if he didn’t get her hand off him and get inside her.
Between her taste lingering on his tongue, the scent of her desire, and the torture she was applying to his sac, he was half mad with need. Even his fangs hurt. He wanted to bury them in her flesh and take her blood.
With a growl he couldn’t stifle, he reached down and caught her hand.
Her breath hung, but not in any apparent fear. She slipped her arms around him, drawing him to her. He settled between her thighs, cock nudging her opening. She spread wider, drawing her knees up. Her hips pressed up off the bed. “Take me, Andre. Now!”
His cock pushed inside her tight opening, and he shoved forward, burying himself in her heat. Groaning with pleasure, he began thrusting. She met him, thrust for hungry thrust until they were sweat-coated and panting.
He moved to her throat. “May I?” He’d never asked before. He didn’t have to. But with Madison, he would only take what she gave freely.
She turned her head, exposing herself. With a surge of pleasure, he drove his cock deep and sank his fangs in her in a simultaneous move.
She cried out and shoved up against him. Her nails sank into his back and clenched. She pumped her hips hard and fast, grinding on his prick while he drank greedily from her.
He’d found the woman he needed. The girl next door.
He fed for long moments then drew away. He didn’t want to take too much and weaken her. His hips drove harder as he felt his release nearing. As if sensing his impending peak, she worked hard until she threw her head back and screamed, “Andre.”
Her pussy clenched and released, squeezing his cock until he couldn’t stand it. Growling, he slammed into her and exploded. Filling her. Then he collapsed. Reluctantly, he slipped from her clenching pussy and rolled off.
“Madison,” he said and brushed her hair back before drawing her to him. He wrapped her in his arms and a strange contentment settled over him.
Within moments, his eyes grew heavy. Happy in her arms, he felt himself drifting toward sleep.
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