An Erotic Short Story
Human Vampire Series
CD Hussey
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You are about to read a short, erotic story featuring characters from La Luxure: Discover Your Blood Lust by C.D. Hussey. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 and does contain minor spoilers. Enjoy!
It was a sexy dress; there was no doubt about that. Julia ran her hands down the smooth vinyl fabric, tracing every curve the skin-tight tube dress clung to. She glanced at the back. Red piping emphasized corset lacing that ran the entire length of the knee length dress.
She grinned. It made her ass look phenomenal. Armand was going to love it.
Three months ago, the closest this dress would have come to being in her possession was an image on the computer screen. Now, her closet was filled with similar outfits. She didn't wear them every day, or even every week, but for special occasions such as tonight, she liked being appropriately clothed.
Valentines Day was an important holiday in the Vampire Community: right behind Halloween and Winter Solstice. To celebrate the event, Armand had hired a band and warned her the bar would be more packed than usual with patrons wearing their sexed up finest. All to celebrate love, lust, sex and the art of seduction.
She was enjoying the Community more and more every day.
Instead of entering La Luxure through the back entrance, Julia chose to come in through the front door. Hoping to add a level of suspense to the evening, she didn't want Armand to see her right away. Kindle was checking IDs at the door and had to shake off the shock when he saw her.
"Do you know where he is?" she asked.
Standing on the lowest rung of the black barstool, Kindle still had to crane his neck to see over the crowd. "Slinging beers with Slade behind the bar." He sat back down and grinned at her. "He's against the far wall. If you stay to the left, he probably won't see you."
She smiled. "Thanks."
Her red patent leather platform heels made her feel like a giant as she tried to slip up to the bar unnoticed. Armand was too busy serving drinks to see her and Slade's wide muscular body helped hide her. The bartender, however, noticed her almost immediately. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. With a wink and without skipping a beat mixing another drink, he handed her a glass of her favorite wine.
The band was just stepping onto a stage that was barely more than an eighteen-inch platform. Much higher and the singer, a statuesque, raven-haired beauty, would be bumping her head against the ceiling. Julia chose a spot at the edge of the crowd gathered in front of the band, where Armand could fully enjoy the view of her backside.
She didn't risk peeking at him. If she let her eyes settle on him for any length of time, he'd see her immediately. It was one of his uncanny skills that initially made her think he was supernatural. Instead, she focused on letting the sexy beats of the band seduce her body into a subtle sway.
It took four songs before a pair of strong hands ran up her arms and gripped her shoulders. There was no doubt in her mind it was Armand who stood behind her. The flames that ignited her skin under his touch gave him away.
"Are you trying to torture me?"
She kept her eyes locked on the stage. "I’m just enjoying the band."
His fingers danced over her skin. "I see that." He pressed his lips into her neck and inhaled. "I've been seeing that for the last 15 minutes."
"Oh?" She sipped her wine, doing everything in her power not to react to him.
"Julia," he said into her ear. "We're going upstairs. Now."
Finally, she glanced at him. His lusty eyes nearly knocked the breath from her chest. Without a word, she pivoted away from him and headed toward the back room. She neither checked to see that he followed, nor paused when setting her empty wineglass on the bar. Pushing through the velvet curtains, she made it five steps before her game of cat and mouse was ripped away.
Pressing her back to the wall, he pinned her with his body and a heavy kiss. His hands groped her curves while his tongue owned her mouth, robbing her of her senses.
Knowing it wouldn't be long before he picked her up and fucked her against the wall, she forced herself to pull away. "Weren't we going upstairs?"
His grin was wicked. "After you, my love."
He stopped her just as she reached the top stair, her hand inches from opening the door to their apartment.
"Does this unlace?" he asked, running his fingers along the ribbon ties on the back of the dress.
"I don't think so."
He grinned, kneeling behind her. "Even better." Inching his fingers under the skirt, he slid his hands up her bare thighs until they gripped her hipbones. The fabric stretched around his hands like liquid black, every knuckle defined under the shiny surface.
"Don't you want to go inside?" she wondered, her lungs holding her breath captive.
He shoved the skirt over her hips. "No." His tongue followed his hands as he traced the curve of her ass.
"What if someone comes?" she whispered, but wasn't sure she actually cared. The idea of making love on the stairs, and maybe even getting caught, sent her nerves into a flurry of activity.
"They know better." Peeling her thighs apart, he slid a finger into her slick depths, gently biting the soft flesh of her ass at the same time. As one finger turned into two and his lips explored her soft curves, she gripped the banister until the veins in her hand popped.
Keeping his fingers deep inside her, he rose, never losing his slow, thrusting rhythm. Pressing his erection into her side, he slipped his free hand down the front of her dress and cupped a breast. After running his tongue up her neck he bit her ear. "Julia," he moaned in her ear, pushing his fingers deeper into her.
He slid his erection against her ass. The thin silk of his trousers a flimsy barrier between them, and she could feel every hard ridge of his cock. The sensation made her clench against his fingers and he in turn pushed harder into her.
Her legs were trembling, and she no longer gripped the banister to steady her balance, but clutched it to keep from tumbling down the stairs.
Abruptly, he removed his fingers and spun her to face him. Supporting her with one arm, he jerked the top of her dress down to her waist, his mouth immediately devouring an exposed nipple.
As he eased her down, she undid his pants, sliding her hand down the length of his cock and over his freshly shaven balls. She loved having him in her hand, loved the way his smooth flesh felt against her palm, the way his cock bucked and swelled as she stroked him.
He pulled her hand away. "Stop," he growled. "I want to come in you not on you."
She locked her fingers in his hair and her eyes on his. "Please."
The pleading words sent him over the edge. Pushing her knees apart he filled the void between them, sinking his cock deep inside her. His eyes closed in bliss as he slowly slid in and out of her. But it was only a few strokes before his eyes snapped open to meet hers and his body stilled.
His hazel orbs expressed a thousand emotions words never could. Armand preferred to convey his love through actions, and she met him in a passionate kiss. But as much as she wanted to drown in the intensity of his love, the feel of him inside her had her body on fire.
She couldn't take it anymore. Rolling her core into him, she said, "I thought you were going to come in me."
With a throaty growl, he pushed hard into her. Letting her head fall back onto the top stair, she countered his thrusting with the rock of her hips. In the bar below, a guitar solo screamed and the pounding drums set their pace. Her dress had become a belt and the stair edge was pressed painfully into her back, but none of it mattered. The sheer ecstacy of the man above her overruled everything else.
It was all she could do not to scream out when the orgasm rocked her body. As usual, when she came, it pushed Armand over the edge. He didn't share her sentiment about being quiet. The band probably prevented the patrons from hearing him, but if Slade was anywhere near the curtain dividing the bar from the storage room, he wouldn't be spared.
As the last of his orgasm pulsed into her, he lifted his eyes slowly. "I like the dress," he said with a crooked grin.
"I thought you might."
Also from C.D. Hussey
La Luxure: Discover Your Blood Lust
Book One in the Human Vampire Series
de Sang: Embrace Your Blood Lust
Book Two in the Human Vampire Series
Eveillez: Deny Your Blood Lust
Book Three in the Human Vampire Series
Publishing Spring 2012!
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When not writing, C.D. Hussey enjoys a career as a professional engineer in the Midwest. She currently lives with her husband, nearly grown son and two cats. With an ongoing love affair with New Orleans, expect to see her in the Crescent City at least twice a year