A Mate for Lance (The Program Book 5) (6 page)

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Maybe he actually liked her or found her pretty. Maybe he wasn’t as big of an asshole as she had thought. Maybe there was more to him after all. She shouldn’t be entertaining this but she really wanted to know.

His eyes were lighter than she’d ever seen them. They seemed to glow. His chest was so broad. She wanted to lick his pecs. To trace the lines of his abs. Each and every one. She wanted to squeeze his biceps, to grab his meaty ass as he pounded into her.

Lance’s nostrils flared. “Why do I want you? Simple, I’ve never felt a pussy as tight as yours. You’re going to feel good wrapped around me.”

What a complete jerk. This had nothing to do with liking her. It had everything to do with how it would make him feel. Why wasn’t she surprised?

She shook her head so hard that her pony tail whipped from side to side. “Forget it.”
What a prick!

“It will be the best damned orgasm that you have ever had. Your legs will shake. You’ll scream so fucking loud they’ll call security. I’m going to rock your world, Amber, one thrust at a time. Take off the pants and turn around. I want your hands on that table.” He pointed to the vanity.

There was a mirror behind her. He wanted her facing the mirror?

“Yeah, that’s right.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to watch yourself come.”

Good lord but his words turned her on. Her panties were soaked…even more so than they had been last night. Her mind kept wandering to the orgasm this man had given her. Mind blowing came to mind. There hadn’t been a single exaggeration about how he could make her feel. The only question was, could she let an asshole like him do that to her? Sex, even fucking, was intimate. She’d never had sex with someone so quickly before and had never had sex with someone she didn’t like. She wasn’t sure she wanted to. It seemed wrong somehow.

With a few deft flicks of the thumb, Lance unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them half way down his thighs and his…male bit…sprang free. Although
bit
was not the right description. Something that big could not ever be described as a
male bit.
The word cock came to mind…again. He had a cock. A ginormous cock. It curved slightly to the right.

Lance fisted his erection and gently caressed himself from base to tip. Amber swallowed trying to will her heart to slow down. She could feel it beating in her chest. Her whole body felt alive and ready. His hand slid back down before moving back up. A drop of cum beaded at his head. Amber licked her lips.

“Let’s not play games.” Lance’s voice was gravelly. “Take off your pants and put your hands on the vanity. Just say the word and I’ll move out of the way and let you leave. I know you want this though and”—he fisted his head— “you want it just as much as I do.”

“I don’t like you. Not even one little bit.” She put as much venom into the words as possible. “We can’t possibly…”

He grinned. “Well then, that’s just perfect. Think of me as your big, warm dildo. A means to an end. Here…” He looked around the small enclosure. “Now, this one time. Don’t you see, it’s fucking perfect.”

She started to shake her head.

“Are you attracted to me?”

“No… I’m—”

“Bullshit!” His jaw flexed. “Can you cut the crap just this once?”

What was his damn problem? “My body might, kind of, want you but my mind…” She huffed out a breath. “I don’t think…” She stopped talking when he stepped to the side. The exit beckoned but she stayed right where she was.

Lance shrugged his big shoulders. He pulled his pants up but left them undone. His…cock…looked bigger jutting out from his jeans. “I’m not going to try and talk you into anything. Not my style. Know that you will regret it if you leave.” Spoken so matter-of-fact.

She wanted to tell him that he was wrong but she knew he would see right through it. She finally sighed. “You are such an asshole.”

“I know.” He put his hands on her hips and squeezed lightly. “That’s what makes this all okay.”

Her resistance was gone. “I never met anyone that I hated before. Disliked intensely…a couple of times…hated?” She looked at him, a bit hollow but turned on. He did that to her, despite it all, and she hated that most about him. She’d wanted a relationship, not meaningless sex. “You might just be the first.” She unclasped her shorts and stepped out of them, taking her panties with.

“Lucky me. Lose the shirt as well.” He lifted the material and she raised her hands so that he could get it over her head.

His eyes stayed on hers as he cupped her breasts, raking his thumbs over her nipples a couple of times. Who would have thought that the feeling of cotton against her pebbled flesh could feel so darned good? She had to try not to arch into his touch. A moan hovered on the edge of her lips.

Bastard.

Her nipples tightened. Lance gave them a light pinch and she made a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan. He smirked.

It irritated the hell out of her that her body reacted like this to him. Why him? She’d had her boobs fondled before but it had never felt like this. Not even close.

“You promised to fuck me. This is taking far too long.” She tried to sound as bored as possible which was hard with his hands on her.

Lance smiled, his gaze finally dropped to her chest as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one casual flick of the thumb.

Amber actually felt her boobs spill out of the cups. His pupils dilated and he snarled. “Christ.” His hands cupped her again. “It’s not every day that a male gets to touch perfection. I think I died and went to tit heaven.” He pinched her nipples. “Juicy, plump…fuck.”

His cock seemed to grow even bigger, twitching as he cupped her and squeezed.

At this rate she was going to come and just from having her boobs touched and by an asshole no less. Just to think of what something like that would do to his already overinflated ego. No way would she allow that to happen. Whereas, with her previous partners, she had known that an orgasm was not going to happen, with Lance, she knew it was a given. There was no way she was going to go easily, not if she had anything to say about it. She would make him work for it.

She made a snorting sound. “I would expect all this fumbling from…what is it you called them? Pimply teenagers? You act like you’ve never seen a woman before or touched one for that matter.”

“Fumbling?” He tweaked her nipples a little harder, forcing her to swallow down a moan. “A pimply teenager?” He gave a little snort of his own. “I’ll fucking show you a teenager.”

He spun her around so quickly that she almost lost her footing. If it weren’t for his hands that clamped down on her hips she might have fallen face first onto the top of the vanity. Who was that strange woman in the mirror? The one with her hair half out of her ponytail in wild tangles about her face. The one who was breathing so hard. Good lord, her boobs looked bigger than normal. It must be her level of arousal. She’d never felt this needy before.

Though her boobs might be big, the rest of her looked smaller because she was dwarfed by the huge vampire behind her.

His eyes were penetrating. A light frown marred his otherwise perfect features. His skin was dark against her pale complexion. His hands tight on her hips. She could feel his cock against her ass. Hard and ready.

He cursed and stepped away from her, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was a whisper.

“I’m not permitted to rut you without a condom. I didn’t plan on this so I don’t have one.” He cursed again. Then he gave his head a shake and picked her up, putting her on top of the vanity. “Open your legs.”

He looked really angry, with his clenched jaw and bulging muscles. His pants were still hanging around his hips and somehow it made him look all the more attractive.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as he took ahold of her thighs.

“I promised you an orgasm and I always make good on my promises. It’s a pity because I was looking forward to watching you come all over my dick but I guess I’ll have to settle for having my scalp scratched to shit.” He winked at her.

“You are too much.” It came out on a choked laugh. “My purse is on the floor. I have condoms.”

Lance looked relieved one second and amused the next. “I’m completely shocked. I never would have thought that a straight-laced female like yourself would carry condoms. Maybe you’re not as prissy as you look.”

“I’m not prissy,” she returned, annoyed all over again. “I’m prepared, a girl should always be prepared.”

“You’ve surprised the hell out of me.” He grinned and she found herself smiling back.

He picked her up off of the vanity, then leaned down, exposing his perfect ass in the process. Lance handed her the purse from the floor.

She routed around inside her bag a bit before remembering that the condoms were in the side pocket. “Here we go.” She handed him the foil strip.

He laughed, dangling the string in his hand. “Six. You’re carrying six? I’m liking you more and more.”

“The feeling isn’t mutual,” she said unnecessarily. It was moments like this that he almost seemed normal…likeable even, but she wasn’t going to fool herself. He was a jerk. A sexy jerk but a jerk nonetheless. She shouldn’t be doing this but unfortunately he was right in saying that she would regret it if she didn’t. She was also so horny she might just self-combust.

Lance frowned as he looked at the condoms.

“What’s wrong now?”

“I’ve never had to put one of these on.”

“You’ve never worn a condom?” She couldn’t believe it.

Lance shook his head. “I’ve never had to before. It’s only since the last heat that they became mandatory.”

“I thought you were a gigantic slut or something. I heard some of the others talking about your long list of conquests.”

He rolled his eyes. “So you didn’t read the article about me?”

She shook her head. “Nope, sorry.” Of course he expected everyone to have read something that was written about him. “One of the ladies mentioned that you said that you didn’t want a mate but I assumed that you still hooked up with all the humans, or most of us, at any rate.”

He sighed. “I have plenty of sex, just not with human females. Most vampire females cannot have children so free rutting is permitted.”

“Oh…”

His gaze moved to her mouth. It seemed to turn hungry and he licked his lips. “I’ve never used one.” He brought one of the foils to his mouth and ripped the corner off. “You will be my first.” He gave her a feral grin that would’ve melted her panties if she had been wearing some.

Despite him being a condom virgin, he slid the rubber over his cock like a pro. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. “You like it when I touch myself, don’t you?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

There was no use denying it so she nodded.

He clenched his jaw for a few beats. “Turn and grab the vanity.” Gruff and no nonsense. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. Asshole! It looked like he was going to just fuck her like he promised. No foreplay, no kissing, no…

He moved in behind her, his eyes locked with hers. Lance put his hands on either side of hers on the vanity. His back was over hers, his head next to hers. She could hear him inhale and exhale in deep breaths.

She closed her eye waiting for him to penetrate her.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was in her ear. Deep and commanding. “I told you I wanted you to watch me fuck you.”

She did as he said. Instead of pounding into her, he slid his cock across her slit. His breathing picked up immediately. Lance pulled a hand off the vanity and used it to clutch her mound. She moaned.

“Shit.” His voice shook a little. “You’re so damned wet.”

She bit back a moan as he let his fingers slide between her folds and over her clit. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes.” Maybe she should’ve hesitated or something. The word came out sounding desperate. He didn’t deserve desperate. She was sure that most of the women who approached him were desperate. She needed to dig deep and find some control.

“Good.” He grunted as he thrust into her, his hand dropped back down on the vanity.

Damn but he was big. Shit! She struggled to get air into her lungs. Thankfully, he paused for a few seconds. She could feel his hard chest against her back, his hips flush against her ass. “Fuck, but you feel good.”

Her channel burned from being so stretched. It felt overwhelming and really good. It felt like too much and not enough.

“Brace yourself, female.” A hard growl.

She should hate him even more for not calling her by her name. Maybe he didn’t know her name. They hadn’t exchanged such pleasantries or even been officially introduced. It stood to reason that he probably didn’t know who she was. The thought both horrified and excited her. What the hell was wrong with her?

He began to thrust. One, two, three. Hard, even strokes that took her breath away from the start. Already, she could feel the coiling deep inside.

No. Not yet. It was too soon. If she came now, he would throw it in her face. He would tell her how amazing and wonderful he was. His arrogance would reach gigantic proportions.