Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (15 page)

“I didn’t mean to hurt her.” He said distractedly but Melody must have decided enough time had been spent talking about Flame because she stepped up to him, eyeing him off eagerly.

“Well come on Megadick. Let’s see you then.” She said and reluctantly his hands moved to his belt. He unbuckled it, popped the button on his jeans and lowered his fly. Melody’s eyes were glued to where his hands were and he tensed. Suddenly he wasn’t comfortable about removing his jeans in front of her but he had to. She was watching him like it was Christmas morning and he was the gift. Normally he’d be happily tearing his jeans off but something wasn’t right. He had one major problem going on right now. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he was in front of a gorgeous naked woman and his dick was soft. There wasn’t even a hint of firmness to the damned thing and it was embarrassing to have to remove the rest of his clothes when he couldn’t even get a hard on.

Slowly he pulled his jeans down over his hips, thighs, knees and stepped out of them. Finally naked, he had no excuses, no way to avoid the inevitable as he reluctantly straightened before her.

Melody’s eyes shot straight to his dick of course and widened. “Well, I can see the potential and the piercings are definitely something I’m looking forward to experiencing but it seems we’re going to need a little work before you’re going to be of any use to me.”

She sat up and reached out for him but he pulled away. “No not yet. I’m not finished with you.” He told her. “Lie down again.” He climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. “Open your legs.”

He watched as she parted her legs and he settled between them, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her cunt. He dropped his head and licked his way up her slit, using his tongue to push her folds apart so he could stab it into her, lapping up the juices which still coated her delicate flesh.

Once he was satisfied and could hear her breath coming in short, sharp pants, he shifted his attention to her clit. Slowly at first, he licked over it, circling it, feeling the already swollen button grow harder under his tongue. Keeping his attention on her clit, he worked her higher and higher, feeling her fingers twisting in his hair, tugging hard, making him groan. With every grunt and groan she dragged from him, she jerked, her hips bucking up, pressing her cunt more firmly to his lips. When he had her on the brink of reaching her release, he stopped, shifting his fingers lower, rubbing over her puckered hole. Once he could see she was glistening, he pushed a finger into her, hearing her moan; that moan becoming a scream when he buried it up to his knuckles inside her hot, tight ass.

With two fingers up her cunt and one up her ass he began to finger fuck her, curling them to brush over her sensitive little spot. He kept his eyes on her face, watching the pleasure building in her expression, watching as she began to writhe, her body bucking and grinding against his hands. Still he worked on her, his fingers driving into her harder, faster, and unrelenting in his quest to make her come.

Suddenly her back arched, her spine like a bow as she tensed. A loud scream erupted from her and tears trickled from the corners of her tightly closed eyes. He smiled to himself as he watched her orgasm hit and felt a rush of warm fluid over his hands, wetting him, turning his smile to a grin. She’d squirted spectacularly. That was two nights in a row. He was starting to feel like quite the stud; first Flame and now Melody squirting for him.

His expression sobered though when he stared down at himself. His cock had lengthened; he was semi hard, but no way could he be classed as erect, and he didn’t know what the fucking hell was wrong with him. If he couldn’t get hard and damned fast, he wasn’t going to be able to fuck Melody. If he couldn’t fuck her, he had no interest in just feeding from her. He might as well just take her home if he couldn’t perform. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He’d never had this problem before.

Sitting up, he pulled his fingers from Melody, popping them into his mouth, one by one, licking them clean, convinced the taste of her cunt would be enough to make him hard.

She stretched, purring with her obvious satisfaction. “Holy fucking hell but you do have very skilled hands.”

He shot her a small smile, not exactly feeling his usual cocky self at her compliment.

She sat up and reached out to him. “Ok, now it’s your turn. Let me see that huge cock of yours.” He tensed, fighting the sudden urge to cover himself from her gaze but before he could do anything, her eyes dropped to his groin. “Oh.” Was all she said.

Chapter Nine

Flame

“Come on girl; let me touch those gorgeous tits.” Some jerk in the audience called and I ignored him, spinning on the pole, from my upside down position before doing a flip that landed me on my feet. I balanced on my high heels for a moment and began to sway, my hips gyrating as I slowly pivoted until I could grasp the pole again. I began to dance around it, seductively, rotating my hips, looking like I was fucking the damned thing, hearing the men in the crowd go crazy.

I finished with a handstand, curling my legs around the pole before pulling myself into a sitting position, using my thighs to hold me as I arched my back, waving to the audience and blowing them a kiss.

When the last notes of the music ended, I hurriedly collected the money the men started handing to me or tucking into my tiny black sequined thong.  Once I’d collected all their tips and suffered through the groping and smiling at them like it didn’t matter, when secretly I just wanted to kick them in the head with my high heels, I turned to leave the stage when something or more specifically someone caught my eye.

I looked into the audience, not that far from the stage and saw a familiar figure. Tall, over long hair that had that just fucked look about it, and green eyes that almost appeared to glow in the dim lighting. It was Damien.

I stared at him for a moment before turning and walking from the stage, scooping up my top as I left. When I got out to the dressing room Melody was sitting in front of the mirror, making up her face in preparation for her routine. I passed Amy, one of the other dancers who was just on her way out to perform, as I walked into the dressing room, and she smiled at me as she rushed out, sparkling in a bright red bra and thong.

I flopped down on one of the chairs in front of the mirrors and watched Mel finishing off her makeup. She looked stunning of course with her dramatic eye makeup and her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

After watching her in silence for a few minutes I finally had to ask since curiosity was eating away at me. “So, how did it go?” I didn’t clarify what ‘it’ was since I wasn’t sure if she’d know what happened or whether Damien would have cleaned her mind of any memory of their night together.

She turned to me and her lip curled up. “God, was that a waste of my fucking time. Ok, the man gave me several orgasms but with his tongue and his fingers, not that fucking cock you told me so much about.”

I gaped at her in surprise. Damien was huge, he could put horses to shame and yet he hadn’t fucked her, if I was reading her complaints correctly. If he didn’t fuck her, he mustn’t have fed from her. She wasn’t talking about him being vampire, and she still remembered the evening so what the hell had happened?

“What do you mean? Didn’t the man fuck you?”

She snorted in an extremely un-lady like way. “Fuck me? You want to know if he fucked me. Well he fucked me with his fingers and he fucked me with his tongue, but the way I remember it, is a man has to be hard to actually fuck someone using his dick, and he wasn’t hard. Poor bastard couldn’t even make half-mast. If I’d hung my towel on it, it’d slip straight back off again. I don’t know who you had all that amazing sex with, that’s left you still walking a bit delicately two days after the event, but it can’t have been him. Fucking limp dick is all he is. Limp dick, bloody hell, of all the men I could have picked, I had to get limp dick. Bastard’s teasing me with that hot body, piercings and he can sure get a girl’s motor running but he can’t fucking deliver. If this happens to him often he could use some Viagra I reckon.”

I stared at Melody in total amazement, even as I found a reluctant smile curving my lips. It was hard to imagine Damien being a ‘limp dick.’

“I’ve gotta go.” She said, climbing to her feet. “I’m up next.”

I watched her walk from the room to go and do her performance. With my mind going over all she’d said, I changed into my dress so I could begin working the floor. I chose an emerald green strapless dress that fit me as if it was a part of me. The bodice was like a corset and pushed my breasts up until they looked like they were about to spill over the top of it but appearances could be deceiving. It pushed my girls up high, but they weren’t in danger of breaking free and giving the men more of a show than I intended.

I stepped into high heeled green shoes that had me towering at near six foot tall and I swept my pile of riotous curls over to one side, pinning the hair to keep it like that. With a quick spray of perfume to neck and wrists, I was about as ready as I was ever going to be to face the drunken groping men.

When I stepped out the music was playing with that same monotonous heavy thump, thump as always, and as I walked around, I’d only taken a few steps when the first unwanted hand cupped my ass.

I didn’t bother trying to remove it, I simply got his wrist to jerk up, throwing his own drink in his face and with an apologetic pout at him which was about as sincere as I could pretend to muster up, I continued through the crowd. Of course the fool had no idea how his drink ended up dripping off his face but that was the beauty of a crowded club like this. I could sneak a little telekinesis in without anyone being any the wiser. The club was busy, crowded; people’s drinks got spilled sometimes.

I made my way through to the bar and grabbed a glass of water, swallowing it down quickly. It was hot and horrible in here tonight and I just wanted the evening to end so I could get the fuck home. I scanned the room at times wondering if Damien was still in the club. Was he here to see Melody? Maybe he wanted to see me, but I doubted it. I just seemed to piss him off most of the time. Still if he was after Mel, she might not be so interested after last night. She was disappointed that he hadn’t fucked her, but then he hadn’t fucked her as he couldn’t get it up. Maybe he’d been a bit sick or something? I mentally chastised myself. He was a fucking vampire. They didn’t get sick, did they?

As I moved around the room, I felt something; a feeling like someone was watching me. I started looking around, pasting a fake smile to my face as I met the eyes of various hopeful looking men, while I tried to inconspicuously see who it was that was watching me. I’d nearly given up when I spotted him. He was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest and some woman was hanging onto his upper arm, her face tilted up while she spoke to him. Whatever she was saying, didn’t seem to be holding his attention as his eyes locked on mine, and with just that one look, reluctantly I felt a shiver of awareness course through my body.

Damien

Damien watched Flame as she moved around the club after she’d performed. She had changed obviously and was wearing a dress that matched her eyes perfectly. She looked stunning of course and as he watched her, he wondered what the fuck he was doing, why he was here watching her.

He saw her eyes moving around the club a few times and he wondered if she was looking for him. He knew she’d seen him when she’d finished performing. Eva Louise, the annoying woman crapping on seemingly endlessly in his ear was hanging off his arm but he wasn’t listening to her. His eyes were on Flame. “Are you listening to me Damien? Can we dance? I’m tired of just standing here while you hold up the wall.”

Reluctantly he dragged his gaze away from the bright haired woman making her way around the club, and allowed tonight’s choice for dinner and a fuck to drag him onto the dance floor. He looked down at her. As annoying as her incessant chatter was, she was pretty. Not beautiful, not striking like Melody and Flame but an attractive woman all the same.

She had black hair which he suspected came from a bottle, cut short, a real pixie cut and she had it spiked with blood red tips. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, her lips full and although tiny and quite slim, she had a more than ample chest on her. That ample chest was threatening to fall out of the tiny dress she wore, that was cut so low at the front, he wasn’t quite sure what was keeping her still inside the damn thing. The hem stopped just below the curve of her ass and as he followed her to the dance floor, he allowed his eyes to move over the sway of her hips and the shift of her buttocks under that skin tight dress.

Once they got to the dance floor, she wrapped herself around him and began to move to the music. He allowed her to adhere herself to him and he heard her make some noise which sounded like a purr before she began to rub against him. He could smell her perfume, the scent of her shampoo and underneath it all was that scent of her arousal.

He wanted to bite her, he wanted to feed but he couldn’t do it here and he wasn’t hard despite the way Eva Louise was rubbing against him. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was going to reluctantly have to speak to his sire. He could get hard at home and take himself in hand for that sexual release, but he couldn’t get an erection to fuck any of the women he saw and spent time with. This was Flame’s fault. Since her, he couldn’t get hard around another woman. What had she done to him? Had she somehow done something with her telekinesis? He wasn’t sure she could use it against him to stop him getting hard, but all he knew was it was beginning to frustrate him and if he was honest, it was worrying him. He wasn’t used to this happening and he sure as hell didn’t like that it was happening. She was taking his manhood away from him and he didn’t fucking like it.