Chapter Twenty-Eight

Havermouth, Present Time

The Triquetra had been suspiciously absent all day, Aislen thought, as she prepared for Talen’s arrival. She had almost certainly expected Rhett, having been visited by Cameron in the afternoon of the day before, and Heath’s disturbing visit during the night. That she had spent the entire day without seeing any of them made her wonder precisely what it was they were scheming between them.

Her intuition told her trouble was coming.

She’d worry about it in the morning, she decided. In the meantime, she had two more nights with her vampire lover, and she planned to enjoy every second of him. She showered and dressed in a matching set of underwear, the sheer of them revealing more than they hid, before coaxing her hair into its natural thick ringlet curls with the diffuser hairdryer and applying a more natural-look, innocent, with little makeup.

She saw headlights sweep through the front window and pulled on her satin robe as she made her way down the hall. She let the robe slip from the shoulder and open a bit to reveal her, and pulled the door open just as Talen got out of his Ute, posing with a smile.

“Hello, daddy,” she purred coyly.

His eyes flashed red in the porchlight as he stepped up to her. “Turn off the porch light,” he said softly.

“Alright,” she was surprised by the request, but flicked the switch and squealed as he seized her under the jaw, dragging her towards him. His breath was warm on her cheek and the streetlights caught in his hair, casting his face into shadow. “You look and smell delicious,” he breathed into her ear, his voice a deep growl.

“Drop your panties,” he released her bra with his free hand. “And take off the dressing gown.”

She shivered as the night air caressed her skin, her heart racing as she stood naked on the porch, illuminated by the streetlights. Whilst a passing car would not notice, nor any of the neighbours from their houses, anyone walking by would see her standing naked, her throat held by the truly massive man who sported an equally massive erection straining against his jeans.

“Hmm,” he hummed in satisfaction as he palmed her arse, squeezing the cheek. “This is a very nice rocking chair that you have on the porch. I think I’m going to fuck you on it, and then maybe bend you over the porch handrail. I’m sure I’ll come up with other things to do to you out here after that.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, certain that she had come just from the dark rumble of his voice into her ear saying such naughty things. “If that’s what you want, daddy,” she was almost panting, she thought, intensely aroused from being so vulnerable and naked in such a public way.

“I do,” his lips grazed her cheek. “And if you make a sound, I’ll turn the porch light back on, and f-k your sweet arse on the stairs with your legs spread to the street whilst I fill your cunt with my fingers. If someone walks by, I’ll invite them to suck on your clit whilst I finish.”

“You are so dirty, daddy,” she whispered.

“And you are dripping,” he whispered back, reaching between them to sink his fingers into her. She sobbed in at the slow penetration, her entire body throbbing with need. “Soaked,” his grin was in his voice. “Take my cock out.”

“Yes, daddy,” she released the button on his jeans, and the pressure of his cock slid the zip down. She closed her hands around him, rubbing her thumb over his tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum that she discovered there.

“On your knees,” he told her, and removed his fingers from inside her. She knelt and opened her mouth to take his cock onto her tongue, aware that he had positioned them so that she knelt where the stair opening would reveal her to passers-by whilst the pole and fence of the veranda would hide most of him from sight.

“Uh-ah,” he shook his head, and offered her his fingers instead. “Lick my fingers clean.” She ran her tongue over them, teasing the sensitive skin between with the tip, before sucking them into her mouth. “You are such a good girl, aren’t you?” His eyes reflected the red inner light. “Because of that, you can have my cock now. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy,” she smothered her laughter, ducking her head to hide her face.

He chuckled and closed his hand around himself, squeezing from base to tip as he stroked. “Open your mouth.”

A passing car swept golden light over them, casting their shadows lewdly over the walls as she opened her mouth. He fed her only the mushroomed tip, groaning as she began to suck and use her tongue to probe his slit. He controlled the motion with small thrusts, teasing himself by passing the rim of his head in and out of her lips and scraping the frenulum over her bottom teeth.

“When I come,” his fingers closed into her hair. “Don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth.” She couldn’t answer, so she nodded. “I’m not going to tell you when,” he warned her. “If you swallow it, we will take this out onto the footpath and the next car can watch your breasts jiggle as I take you hard and fast.”

Naughty daddy, she thought. With his hand on his shaft, she couldn’t feel the quickening that proceeded orgasm, and without warning, if it struck the back of her throat, she’d fight her swallow and gag reflex. She focused on the task, listening to his breathing, trying to detect any warning, and still was caught unaware when the first spray struck, managing not to swallow.

He groaned. “Good girl. Open your mouth and show me my cum,” his grin was slow and his eyes smouldered. She opened her mouth, showing the puddle on her tongue. “Don’t swallow,” he cautioned her as he pushed his jeans down. “Suck on my balls, make sure to coat them thoroughly in cum, and then lick them clean.”

Aislen had to fight back her laughter for risk of swallowing. Apparently, the long life of a vampire led to a lexicon of sexual activities, she thought, as she did as he demanded, dribbling cum down her chin as she did so. He let her suck and nuzzle him until he was hard again, stroking his fingers through her curls and watching through heavily lidded eyes.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Your knees must be hurting by now. I’m going to be kind and let you sit down… on me.”

He shoved his jeans down to his knees and sat on the rocking chair with his knees parted. “Stand there,” he pointed to the floor between his knees. “And face the road.” She stepped into position and turned, presenting him with her arse. “Hmm,” he rubbed his hand over her cheeks. “I do like a girl with a good arse on her.”

He gripped her hips and brought her down, her thighs together making the entry tight so that he moaned as he penetrated, and her jaw fell slack in pleasure as he filled her to capacity. “Good girl,” he ground out. “I like the way your soft arse feels on my lap.”

“Fucking hell,” she gasped at the depth, his tip firmly against her cervix. “You are the kinkiest, daddy!”

“Just scraping the tip of the iceberg, little demon,” he chuckled, cupping her breasts, the warmth of his palms against the night-chilled nipples divine. “Now we rock,” he began to do so, and she moaned as the motion rubbed him within her in the most delightful way. One of his hands skimmed over her stomach and eased between her tightly pressed thighs, resting against her clit so that each rock pushed her against the pad of his fingers.

She’d broken the no noise rule with her moan, she thought catching her bottom lip between her teeth in an effort to prevent a second transgression. She wondered if he would follow through on his threat to take her, exposed, on the stairs, and what would happen if someone walked by… And then she came, gasping, her head thrown back and her body arching.

His teeth grazed over the skin of her throat before he sank them into her and came, drinking her down.