Surrender (9 page)

“Say it,” he said as his breath was as staggered as my own.

I swallowed and then parted my lips, swollen from his kisses, “I want you…Keegan.”

His eyes lowered to my lips as he leaned in and kissed me again, only this time, it was harder, his tongue more ridged as it snaked its way into my mouth. He left one hand on my face and then slid it behind my head, wrapping his fingers into my long black hair. He suddenly pulled my head back and his hungry lips moved from mine down the front of my elongated neck, his head tilting and his mouth pressing against my sweat drenched skin.  He extended his tongue and let the tip of it gently trace my throat, he did this until he reached the base of my neck and there he could see my heartbeat pulsating behind my skin. He watched it for a moment and returned to my lips. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, his hands wrapped my own and he stopped me. He then backed up and started to unbutton his black shirt himself as I bit my bottom lip and tried to control my breathing. I slipped down off of the desk's edge and placed my feet to the cool wood floor beneath me. The difference in temperature very noticeable as I must be burning up now. I reached down and lifted my tank top over my head and dropped it to the floor. Not even bothering to cover myself up. Keegan’s eyes remained locked onto mine, but then he let them linger down the front of me and over my hardened nipples. The sweat of my body making me shimmer in the dull light of the room. He stopped unbuttoning his shirt and then jerked it open, breaking buttons off and I could hear a few hitting the floor at his feet before they rolled to a stop.

“I am going to fuck you until you come harder then you ever have before.”

I smiled. “I hope you can.”

His grin was enough for me. I knew at this point I was no longer in control, even though I wish that I could be. The anger I had for him was overwhelmed with my need to have him inside of me.

“Do you mind?” I asked him as I picked my iPod up and placed it on its dock. I flipped it on as he said nothing. I hit shuffle and turned it up as I suddenly felt him behind me, pressing against me again. I let my head fall back as his hand cupped my chin. His arm flexing and the fallen angel in full view. I reached up and placed my hand on his and he bit the bottom of my earlobe. Just a nibble, but enough to make me tense up again. Every touch was intoxicating, from his smell, to the anticipation of having him, my entire body on fire. I didn’t give a shit about Calista, I let that and the book fall away from me as he turned me and we started to back up towards my bed.  I sat down on the edge of it and reached up, letting my hands press against his firm muscles that hid behind the material of his jeans on both of his thighs. I glanced up at him as he looked down on me. His face soft, but his increased breathing told me one thing…he was as desperate to do this as I was.

I reached up and undid his belt, flicked his button open with one hand and unzipped his jeans. I slid my hand inside and felt him hard behind his tight boxers. I sighed as I caressed the bulge, my hand gripping him and moving back and forth. With each stroke, his cock tensed up more and more. I squeezed and he hissed, reaching down and touching my face. I reached inside of his boxers and pulled his cock out. Larger than I had ever had before, but my pussy was humming and I was so wet that I was sure I could easily take him.  I wrapped my fingers around it, gently applying pressure to it as my lips parted and I slid the tip of it inside of my mouth. His head fell back as my mouth moved forward, I was careful to not let my teeth graze him, but tongue hardened as I moved it as if I was kissing I him. I pressed as far forward as I could, taking him to the back of my throat. My hand pressing before my lips and twisting. He moaned, louder than he had when I kissed him. I pulled back, but did not take him from my mouth. This time I moved forward quicker and then stepped up my pace. Taking my hand from his cock and reaching upward. Both of my hands tracing his hard abs. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, holding them tightly and then pulled them behind his back. He thrust forward and I moaned as he was now fucking my mouth and I loved it. I glanced up at him as he looked down and watched his cock going in and out of my lips. Quicker and quicker as his chest rose and fell in unison. My fingers flexed as his grip tightened on my wrists. I moaned louder and louder as he continued to fuck my mouth.

He pulled back and pushed me forward onto the bed. I turned and tried to crawl, but he grabbed my hips and turned me, crawling forward and forcing me onto my back. He grinned as he looked down at me. His expression full of lust and his body now shimmering with sweat, as was my own. He reached down and pulled his pants off as he leaned in and kissed me. His tongue quickly pushing to the back of my throat. His lips left mine and he turned, straddling me, and I looked up and I saw his large hard cock hovering above my lips. I swallowed hard as he reached down and jerked my boy shorts off of me.  He spread his legs and leaned down, his mouth enveloping my swollen clit. I arched my back as I reach up and grabbed his perfectly shaped ass. He continued to suck at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me so I reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling it down towards my lips. He grinned as he spread my lips apart and then buried his tongue deep inside of my pussy. I cried out and then forced his cock into my mouth. At first, I had to rise up to suck him off but as he fucked me harder with his tongue his ass lowered and his cock buried itself inside of my mouth. I reached above my head and held onto the bars of my bed as he started to fuck my mouth as he would my pussy. I relaxed as much as I could and allowed it as he started to lick at my clit, slipping one, then two fingers inside of me and slowly moving them in and out of me. I moaned with each thrust and his licking became more erratic as he continued to thrust into my open mouth.

The first orgasm started to rise in me as did his own. His cock twitched inside of my mouth as he fucked me quicker and quicker. Then just as he was about to come, he pulled from my mouth and stopped himself, careful to continue to pleasure me. I held onto the bars and tried to suck him off but he rolled over and off of me. His tongue not missing one beat. He moved to the end of the bed and spread my legs wide, his long tongue moving in and out of me as his thumb now stimulated my clit.

“Come,” he said to me as I looked down and gritted my teeth. His eyes locked onto mine. His thumb slowly moving in a circle on my now intensely sensitive clit.

“Come…come for me now and I will fuck you.”

I arched my back as the thought of him inside of me drove me crazy. I screamed out as the orgasm took a hold of me. Everything in my mind faded to nothingness, nothing but Keegan and the way he made me feel.  All I wanted was him, all I could think of was having him inside of me and with that he flipped me over and up onto my knees. He held his erect and aching cock in his hand and guided it into my pussy, still aching from the incredible orgasm I had surrendered to. His hands gripped my hips and he thrust forward as my head reared back and my mouth opened. I could not even scream but the way he filled me up was beyond anything I had ever had before. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my midsection as his hips rotated at first, but then one hard thrust was followed by another. I cried out with each one, as did he. The passion overtaking us and the sex lasting well into the night.

Chapter Nine

Evolution

I woke up alone. Gemma never came home and as I rolled over and saw the sun peeking through the blinds, I hissed. It seemed so bright, it almost hurt me. I sat up as the memory of what had happened came back full force with me. My sheet slid off exposing my breasts. Keegan’s lips, his tender touch and then the orgasms consumed me…oh my god, how many had I had? I stopped paying attention after four. There was no point, it was not a competition or a race to the finish, and he was right. He had made me come harder than I ever had before.

I turned and placed my feet to the floor. The coolness of it now made me tense up. Last night it was soothing and much needed. He had set me on fire, in fact, I felt as if I had a raging fever when he touched me. It was something I had never experienced before in my life.

I stood up and swayed on my feet, reaching back to steady myself. It took only a few seconds for things to stop spinning, but how odd. Perhaps I was getting sick, being on campus, we would always be getting something, colds, flu and so on. You would think that college would be different than high school, but it wasn’t in that regard. Besides a terrible flu had half the campus in bed. I walked towards my computer and flipped it open. Even the light from the screen bothered me so I had to narrow my eyes. I rubbed my neck and then stopped as my fingers ran across something foreign to me. I walked to the bathroom and flipped the light on. Shielding myself from the light with one hand without even thinking about it. I blinked a few times and then pushed my hair aside and stared into the mirror. I turned my head and tried to see what I felt, but I had to lean up to inspect it. It looked like two small puncture wounds, but just as my fingers touched them I jumped as I heard a voice behind me, that of Gemma.

“Damn.” She said, as she looked my naked frame over from behind. I turned and my hair fell over my breasts.

“Gemma, you scared the fuck out of me.”

“You look like you got the shit fucked out of you.”

I sighed and looked down then back up at her. I was standing there naked with a few bruises, a couple to my wrists and a small one on my hipbone.

“Well, I could lie… but I can’t,” I said as I looked up at her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head at me.

“Keegan?”

I bit my lip and then grinned at her. I passed her by to grab something to wear. Standing here naked was not exactly how I preferred to have a talk about it.

She turned and watched me walk to my closet and grab a t-shirt. I slid it over my head and grabbed some jeans from a hanger.

“Are you fucking crazy?” she added as she stepped towards me.

I stopped and pulled my hair out of the back of my t-shirt. I started to zip and button my jeans up.

“What happened to
go get that
?”

She crossed her arms on her chest, “I know what he is.”

I paused and stared her down, “What do you mean?”

She laughed and slapped her hands on the sides of her legs as if she was kind of disgusted with me. “A teacher, Fay.”

I sighed and adjusted my t-shirt. “Oh, that. Well, he is actually an assistant.”

“So?” she said as she walked towards me.

“Well, he is not a professor here, he is just helping out.”

She stopped about two feet in front of me and looked me over. “He may be helping out, but it could get you in some serious trouble, as in not graduating.”

I laughed and walked to my desk. I closed my laptop and slid it into its sleeve as she stared at me from behind. I slid my feet into my heels, as they were the only convenient shoes I had near me and I placed the strap of my laptop bag over me. Adjusting my hair again in the process.

“Since when did you care about school, Gemma?” I asked her with a bit of venomous hatred in my tone. I was not going to be berated by a girl who fucked just about a quarter of the campus without batting an eye.

She took a step towards me. “I care about you.”

I paused and then grinned at her. I was being a bitch and I was not even sure why. She reached out and touched me and something weird happened. My stomach growled and my heartbeat sped up. She was speaking to me and her tone was calm, her facial expression at ease, but I was hearing nothing but a loud thumping in my ears…one beat after the other and I had to step back and break her touch to stop it. I swallowed hard as my stomach growled again. She looked down and laughed.

“Well, it seems like sex made you hungry.”

I nodded to her and headed towards the door. “Do you want to go get some breakfast?” she called out to me and I stopped and grabbed my large black sunglasses on the small table by the door. I slid them on and turned back to look at her.

“I have a paper due, maybe lunch later…okay?” I said and she nodded to me. I walked out and she looked at my bed and tilted her head. Two of the metal bars on the headboard of my bed were bent. She shook her head and walked to the bathroom, laughing along the way.

***

I sat in the café and tried to sip on my frap, but it tasted horrible. I wrinkled my nose and adjusted my sunglasses on my face as I stared at my screen. I have to be getting a cold. I love this drink and it tasted bitter now. I sighed and watched the bar blinking on the screen as I thought about Lia and how she had passed out in the detective's arms. I wanted to focus on something else. I needed to. I placed my fingers to the keyboard and the story started right up where it left off without missing a beat. It even surprised me….

***

I woke up to bright light. Brighter than I needed and realized I was lying in a hospital bed. I heard voices; they seemed distant at first and then started to become louder. I blinked a couple of times and an attractive nurse leaned into my view.

“Lia, can you hear me?” she said to me as I swallowed and then nodded to her. I started to speak, but my throat was dry, dryer than I ever remembered it being before. I licked my lips and looked over at the tray with a small cup of water sitting on it, a white straw protruding out the top.

“Can I?” I said as my voice cracked and I tried to sit up. She placed a hand to my shoulder and then pressed the button on the side of the bed. I started to sit up very slowly as the bed's motor groaned beneath me. It stopped and she handed me the cup.

“Slowly,” she said and I sucked on the straw. The water felt good in my mouth, but the taste was bitter to my tongue. So bitter I had to swallow fast just to get it to stop. I grimaced as she took the cup from me.

“Why…I mean, what is happening?” I asked her and she grinned at me.

“It seems you have been bitten by something, you had a toxin in your blood and a bite mark to your side, you passed out at a bar and your boyfriend brought you in.”

“Bitten?” I asked as a flash of the man in the train car came into my mind. He had bitten my side and I had not even thought of it as anything serious.

“Yes, you seemed to be poisoned, it was very similar to a snake bite, have you been travelling lately?”

I shook my head ‘no’. “You said a man brought me in?”

She smiled as she checked my IV. “Yes, your boyfriend.”

I held my hand up. “Boyfriend? No, I don’t have one.”

She smiled and stood up straight as the Detective stepped into my view.

“Friend, then,” she said quietly. Her expression was filled with doubt, but mine was not. She left us alone in the room as he stepped up and smiled at me.

“Well, you look better.”

“Can I go?” I asked as I looked at the IV in my hand.

He laughed. “You are not a prisoner here Lia, you were sick.”

“I see that and thank you…Detective.”

“Liam,” he said and I blinked.

“What?”

He touched my arm and I adjusted on the hospital bed to break his touch. He stood up straight and placed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He had not changed since the night before and I looked at the sun shining out the window.

“My name…it's Liam.”

I laughed. “Oh, the irony.”

He tilted his head. I waved my hand. “My last boyfriend, his middle name was Liam.”

“'Was', is he dead?”

I smiled and tapped my fingers on my sheet.

“I am sorry,” he added with true compassion in his tone.

“No, no he is not dead…I was just deciding if he was, if that would be okay.”

He pulled a chair up and sat down next to my bed.

“Was he abusive?”

I looked at him and scoffed. “No…oh no, he was a great lover. He was amazing in bed, attentive to me, independently wealthy.”

He leaned back and studied my face as I glanced at him.

“I said no to marriage and he left me.”

“Oh. Well…marriage is a serious commitment.”

I nodded. “I agree, but if I had then he would be here and not you.”

He leaned up and looked at me. “Well, if I ever see him I will have to say thank you.”

I grinned and studied his expression. I knew he liked me, maybe a bit more than he needed to and he had no idea how fucked up I was. I mean, completely fucked up in the relationship department. I reached down and touched my side; it was so sore now that I hissed. He stood up and stared at me.

“So what bit you Lia?”

I paused and looked over at him.

“A snake, I got bit by a snake.”

“A snake?”

I nodded to him. “Yes, a very big one.” I thought about the train car again and my heart fluttered. The monitor beeped and I looked over at it as I saw my numbers go up. Then I looked back at him.

“I like to do dangerous things.”

“I would say so, where did a snake bite you?”

I touched my side and grinned. “Well…”

“No, not on your body, where did it happen?”

I hesitated and then looked at him.

“In the train car,” once again I figured that honestly would be the best way to go here.

“So the man allowed a snake to bite you?”

I shook my head ‘no’. “No, it was me. I let it happen. I wanted it.”

He walked to the window and stared out into the city. He then turned back to stare at me.

“You are a very reckless woman.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I like it that way.”

***

I returned home three days later. The hospital released me with a stern warning to rest, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was
him.
The man who had bitten me and in turn, poisoned me. He must have had something with him. Some type of drug. I also knew he must have had removable fangs, but it didn’t bother me. The idea of blood lust was not new in the world. Those who sexualized vampires were many, including myself. I mean how could you not love them? If you were in need of sex then you could find no better to please you than the ones who believed themselves to be immortal. I had read many a book on the phenomenon so I was not shocked, but what I did want to know is why he bit me and did not warn me of the side effects of whatever was laced on his teeth. I had received a second card, so why send it if you knew that I may possibly die from a bite you inflicted upon me? Perhaps it was part of the game…the lure, so to speak. I was falling for it as I Googled vampires. I read article after article well into the night and then, my phone rang. I stared at it as it buzzed on my desk. I hesitated when I saw that it was unlisted, but then the curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up, pressing the button and saying 'Hello'.

“Hello, love.”

I paused as my eyes lifted. I parted my lips, but could not speak as I heard the woman’s voice on the other end of the call, her thick French accent as sexual as she looked on the roof that night.

“I was sick.”

“Your definition of 'sick' is perhaps viewed differently to others.”

“I passed out and I was in the hospital for three days.”

She paused, taking a slow breath, of which I could hear through the phone.

“I was hallucinating and could have died.”

Her lips parted, red as always, “Death is but an illusion.”

I laughed. “No, death is an end that I am not willing to participate in just as of yet.”

“Tell me, have you ever felt so alive, as you have, since you fucked him?”

I touched my chest as I thought about him that night. His lips pressed against mine, rocking me from side to side against the wall. My legs wrapped around him and his hardened cock beckoning me to suck it off.

“What did he do to me?”

She grinned. “Only what you wanted to be done, each person evolves as they wish.”

“'Evolves'?”

“Yes, evolution. I am sure you are intelligent enough to feel the change inside of yourself. He gave you a gift, something I told him not to give, but you intrigue him.”

She stopped talking and I could hear traffic in the background. She continued to speak, her voice soothed me. It was the same feeling I had the night I met her on the rooftop.

“You look tired, but you can see him…tonight. Check the site, with your card.”

“Wait…what? See who?” I spun around as I stared out my large windows. I could not see anyone, but she acted as if she could see me.