Skye Warren - Short Smut, Vol. 1

My first blind date was an absolute stud. To soothe my nerves I drank my first beer too quickly. Jamie dazzled me with his smile when I belched.

The man could drink, downing two for my every one. The way his beers left him unaffected made me wonder if he wasn’t an alcoholic. If he did have a drinking problem, he fell into the category of high functioning addict. He asked me about my job, my parents, my school, the normal routine. When he talked about himself, he only told funny vignettes. After the third drink, which I should have declined, he insisted on seeing me home.

We walked down the dark streets to my apartment. He smelled good, a warm amber scent with a touch of masculine sweat. I turned my head to gaze at his profile: his full lips, his broad flat nose, his high noble brow. The booze loosened my mind and I wondered what he looked like naked. I was getting wet walking beside him. His eyes glinted gold in the dark. Maybe I’d get some tonight. That would be nice.

When we started up the walk to my place, he stated, “This looks like a crack house.”

“Yeah.” The porch light never worked and one of the front windows was boarded up. Suddenly he was behind me, his scent enveloping me.

“ I had fun, Maria.” His warm breath touched my neck.

I turned around. He was so close, my breast brushed against his arm. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. He stooped to press his mouth to mine, and as his tongue prodded at my lips, he prodded me into the foyer.

“Mind if I come up for a minute?” he asked, taking my hand and massaging the meat between my thumb and forefinger.

“Sure.” He pinched and I jerked my hand away. I thought of him looking at my ass as I walked up the stairs in my short skirt. Turning a corner, I was disappointed to find him staring instead at the ornate banister. I unlocked the door and then fumbled with a floor lamp.

Jamie stopped my hand. “That won’t be necessary, my little gazelle.”

I snorted. “I think you've got the wrong animal.”

“Would you prefer to be a zebra, or a sleek fat rat?” he asked, and his long arms wrapped around me, pulling my back to his chest. He dipped his face to my throat and licked my neck. I fell back into him, and he worried my skin with his teeth.

I tried to pull away. I said, “Hey, I mark really easily. Can you not give me a bunch of hickeys?” He didn’t budge as I struggled, his arms a vice around my waist, his mouth nipping at my skin. “Hey, Jamie, let me go.” My voice was breathy, fear constricting my throat.

He did and I staggered forward onto my knees. “My tasty little rat, where will you go?”

In the dark, I scrabbled on the floor for something, anything, I could use as a weapon. My hands closed over a screwdriver and I held it in front of me. “What… what’re you gonna do?” My blood stopped like ice in my veins. It was useless to scream; the building might as well be a crack house.

“I’m going to drink your blood, all of it. You will die so I can live.” No emotion touched his voice. He knocked the tool from my hand, clutching me to his chest. Cold leaked from his skin.

A part of me always knew my life would end some incredibly stupid way. Killed by an internet vampire definitely fit the bill. I’d had shit luck my whole life, why should my death be any different? Fuck, all I'd wanted was for someone to touch me and for it to feel good. I sank farther into him and cried.

“Straight to begging for your life, no calling me a monster, no praying to your god?” Jamie whispered.

My heart juddered in my chest; my legs ran liquid. Still, I managed to shake my head.

“No, you won’t beg for your life?” His arms tightened. “I rather like that part.”

“That’s not why I’m crying,” I said. “Honestly, if I didn’t get eaten by a vampire, I’d just end up falling down the stairs, or getting hit by a bus, or something stupid.” I sniveled on his chest, staining his clean shirt with snot and tears. “It’s just, I haven’t gotten laid since college, that’s five years. Fuck man, that’s no way to go.”

He let me go, threw his head back, and just howled. He held his sides and chortled.

“Great, even better, my murderer is laughing in my face.” As his peals of laughter washed over me, my head cleared, and I leapt for the door.

Jamie was faster. “You’re not escaping.”

I scowled at him.

“ Now that we’re done with this nonsense, are you ready to die?”

“No.” I dropped to my knees, tore open his pants, and stuffed his flaccid cock in my mouth.

“ Oh,” he said.

I sucked on him, stretching his long dick out, and by the time I went down again it was growing hard. He collapsed against the door with a thump. “It’s been five hundred years since I thought about my dick,” he murmured, and he touched my face.

His cock hardened under my ministrations. It had to be ten inches and thick as a soda can with a cowl of flesh at its tip. I could face death with a sense of peace on the other end of this thing. I ran my teeth gently up and down the ridge on the underside, flicking my tongue everywhere as I moaned. The last cock I’d get to gobble-I might as well enjoy it and perform with finesse. I fondled his balls. I pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the broad head of his dick on my lips.

His hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me off him. My legs dangled off the ground as he scrutinized me. His gleaming gold eyes were wide, his face open, curious. “Okay,” he said. “You asked nicely enough. I’ll fuck you before I eat you, although I’m not in the habit of playing with my food.”

He set me down, cupped my cheek in his hand, and pressed his mouth to mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, touching his hair as our tongues wreathed around one another. Anything to make this more normal. Jamie returned my enthusiasm, willing to play along.

We awkwardly shuffled to my bedroom, and he pushed me onto the bed. “I liked what you were doing before, but I think it can be improved upon.” He grasped my shirt and tore it from me, then ripped off my bra. Next, he shredded my skirt and panties. My socks gave him pause, and he slowly peeled them off. As the sticky air of the apartment touched my hips, my thighs, my pussy, I oozed.

“You really do need to be fucked. Why don’t you lay your twat down on my lips and go back to sucking my cock?” He lay back and I clambered on top. “Hey rat, I don’t need to breathe, so feel free to fuck my face.”

I didn’t need further prompting. Clamping his head between my thighs, I worked his huge dick into my mouth. His tongue writhed hot all over me, teasing my lips, my hole, flickering around my clit but not touching it. I ground my hips into his face, seeking relief. He chuckled, his mouth vibrating pleasantly on my pussy.

I whined on his cock. My frustration I took out on the crown, licking and rubbing it against my teeth. I opened my mouth wide, and forced his dick deep into my throat. Bobbing up and down, I massaged his taint with the flat of my hand.

His tongue stopped moving as his balls tightened and his cock pulsed, filling my mouth. His cum had a copper tang to it. I milked every last drop, licking it off as I squeezed. His body convulsed under me, and then he pulled me back onto his mouth. I lay my cheek on his thigh as he finally licked my tender bud. My legs trembled when he sucked my clit past his teeth and into his mouth, palpating it with his tongue. He thrust his fingers inside me. I came in his mouth, my body twitching with pleasure. He gave a pleased grunt as I collapsed onto him.

“That was fun,” he said. “I should seduce my prey more often.”

I shuddered.

“Don’t worry, my precious pest, it won’t hurt.” He stroked my back, and I felt him growing hard again. He rolled me off him and shed his clothes. All I saw were his gold eyes and white smile. “Flip onto your belly.”