Doubull Indemnity

13

Isla, Is Definitely Getting Another Noise Complaint

"Say that again."

Greg lazily pumped a hand over his still hard length, smearing a sticky trail of his cum and my saliva along his shaft. That was hot. I'm hot. I mean, yeah, I'm a dish, but I mean hot, hot. Greg was sexy as hell standing over me. Shirt pulled open. Pants and briefs puddled around his ankles. His hair all disheveled and falling in his face like that. The salty taste of him lingered in my mouth and my raw throat.

And I still felt so empty, damn it.

I've fussed around with these potions before. Let's just say I've never had a bad weekend with one of these babes. Yeah, they give you one heck of a randy boost to your libido but not like this. This... this makes me feel vacant. Like I'm going to freaking die if I don't feel something hard and hot and thick slid deep inside me right. Now.

Then again, I've never tried one of these puppies crafted by a certified alchemist. Always just traded favors with my sisters for a homebrewed variety.

I needed friction. I needed to be touched. To feel full. To take Greg's still dripping cock between my slickened thighs.

"Could you please be a good boy," I cooed, my voice raspier than I was expecting. "And take me to bed?"

"Is that all you want?"

Bit of fang poked out over Greg's bottom lip as he smirked, causing a thin ribbon of my blood to dribble down his chin. Fuuuuuck he's sexier than all the ghosts making pottery and shirtless shapeshifters combined.

"Well then I want you to get me off—aah!"

Yeah, I know, I squealed. How schoolgirl of me. But I couldn't help myself! Greggy scooped me off the floor and tossed me onto the bed with ease. Took him a half-moment more to kick off the pants around his ankles and join me on the mattress. He rolled onto his back, and with grace, hooked an arm around my waist dragged me over him. On top of him. Straddling him.

He sucked in a sharp breath as I sat up straighter, smothering his hips in wet heat.

Unable to resist, I ground down along the length of him. Hot and firm and so smooth. He wasn't even inside me yet and I was mewling. Panting. Gasping for breath and chasing the pleasure of him rubbing me through my soaked through panties. I was almost there. It was almost enough. The friction was almost perfect. And I was almost trembling so hard I could barely stay upright.

When he slipped under the fabric of my thong, Greg grasped my hips with bruising strength. Head thrown back into the pillows. Fangs unashamedly hanging out his gaping mouth. Blue eyes glowing, watching me like a tiger watches a gazelle prance—wait do tigers and gazelles even live in the same place? No, fuck it, doesn't matter. Point is, Greggy staring at me in awe and desire and hunger was the heckin' prettiest I'd ever seen him.

A sweat broke out along my brow as I quickened my pace. Ground him between my slick folds one, two, three times and I was truly shuddering too much to support myself as the orgasm took me. I rode it out atop him, nails dug into the meat of his shoulders. It was good but, no, it wasn't. It wasn't good enough. The bliss faded too quick and I was still too hot and so damn empty.

"And you teased me for being too fast," he said.

He kissed my hand. My wrist. My fingers. Sucked one digit into his mouth. Oh, come on. Now who was being the tease?

"Greg please I can't—I feel so empty—I need—"

He moved us again. So fast my vision blurred and then my face was buried in a pillow. I laid flat on my stomach, dress bunched awkwardly up around my thighs. The loss of Greg against my center was devastating. Pretty sure I released a very sexy whine at that.