Page 35 of Kentucky Nights
The longer he stares at the house, the more I begin to wonder if his struggle is due to me.
And for some reason, Ireallylove the sound of that.
Watching Kentucky lose himself to me has my hand drift down my chest, stomach, then dip under the waistband. My fingers graze over the trimmed hair I keep, caressing over my throbbing clit. A rush of heat pools into my panties, my hole pulsating for more.
“Ahhh,” I groan, slipping two fingers inside my pussy to try to ease the agony of not havinghimstretch me.
Knowing he doesn’tknowI’m watching him fuck himself has me so wet, I have to insert another finger. Rocking my hips against my hand, all I can think about is how I wish I were fucking him instead.
I moan when he lies down, whimpering when he wraps both hands around himself. His thumb swipes over the wide head before tracing the crown. I love the expression taking over his face. His mouth is parted, those sharp fangs on display, and his eyebrows furrow differently with every tight stroke he gives himself.
Tracing the crown again, he arches his back, and he slams a fist through the wooden floor. Another growl rumbles the windows, adding more sensations and bringing my orgasm closer to the surface.
“Oh, god!” I cry, taking my fingers until I reach my knuckles. I need more. I need so much more.
He arches his back again, exposing the defined grooves on either side of his hips. I wonder what those gasps falling from his lips sound like. What makes him moan and shout? Would he whisper how good he feels into my ear? Could I make him feel that good?
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Oh, god, I can’t stop watching him.
He’s beautiful.
His hips begin to move, thrusting into the air, and the thought of me on top of him, taking him, being stretched by him, calling out his name, my orgasm slams into my bones.
I cry out, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through my body. My head becomes dizzy with how intense each spasm is. My knees buckle, and I catch myself on the telescope, the cool metal pressing against my heated flesh.
Tugging my fingers free, I suck them into my mouth, licking the proof of how good Kentucky makes me feel away.
When the room stops spinning, I peer into the lens again, spying on him once more. The head of his cock is a blushing red as a bulging vein fills the length. Blood pumps into the impressive shaft so much, he looks so hard it seems painful.
Right now, I’d love to be the one to take his pain away.
I can’t believe I just thought that about a vampire. Kentucky isn’t justanyvampire, though, is he?
He’s mine.
I’m not sure where that thought comes from. He isn’t mine. I don’t plan for him to be. We are too different. What kind of life could we have if I’m a human and he is a vampire? I’d grow old and die while he gets to live forever? No. That’s cruel.
It’s best if we both realize that any type of pull we experience with one another, we ignore.
You can’t.
The voice in the back of my head whispers another useless statement to me.
Yet as I watch Kentucky bringing himself closer to climax, I know the voice in the back of my head is right. All I can do is ignore it the best I can until I can go home.
You’re staring at your home.
Kentucky clamors one last time, and the lightbulb in the lamp to the right of me bursts, plunging me into darkness. The need for him is still there, a need that I can’t seem to fix by myself.
If I watch him this one time, I’ll be free. It will have to be enough to give in to this tiny fantasy of him before the real world creeps in again.
Just. This. Once.
Convincing myself is easy, but believing is another issue for another day.
I find the perfect angle of Kentucky. I get to seeeverything. From the strong muscles in his thighs bulging, to his long cock with girth that would cause me to lose my breath, to his handsome face pinched with lust, to the tensed tendons in his neck as white streams paint his chest—I get to see every sin.
