“Vampires don’t react to hunger the same way we do,” Jason told her, ignoring her outburst. “They tend to get mindless and uncaring of who they hurt until they get enough blood.”
“Well, I’m not going anywhere. Do you happen to know, in your immense knowledge of vampires, how I can make him bite me?” Willow couldn’t control the sarcasm in her voice. She was tired of the other man acting like an expert but refusing to be of any actual help.
Jason cleared his throat. “Stimulation is a…um…is a very good way,” he stammered.
“Stimulation? Like what, rub his teeth? Oh… Wait, do you mean stimulation or stimulation?” Willow didn’t think her face could become any redder. “Can’t you just go to the kitchen and get me a knife? I can cut my wrist and stick it in his mouth. Wouldn’t that work?”
“Probably. But I don’t know if he’d be able to stop. I mean, if he’s as hungry as I think he is. I’ve never actually heard him get so hungry that his stomach growled before.”
“Great. Just great. I didn’t want to go out tonight, but no, Roxy throws a tantrum and out I go. Then you have to come over to my table, where I was sitting quietly, not bothering anyone, and minding my own business. You just had to ask me to at least give vamp-boy a chance to explain. And like a fool I listen. Dammit, I stopped sleeping to avoid him. Now, here I am stuck with a vampire, that I broke all contact with, who will probably drain me dry, and my friends are probably wondering where I’ve disappeared to, again. And now, to top it off, I have to stimulate him. Could tonight get any weirder?” Willow was ranting as she began to pull her own shoes off. As she began to move over to unbutton Seth’s jeans she looked at Jason, still standing in the room. Already furious, she didn’t try to control her tone, a tiny piece of her glad to have an outlet to take her anger out on. “What, now you’re going to watch?”
That seemed to have an effect because Jason turned around and walked out of the door, closing it tightly behind him.
“Okay, Toothy, you owe me big for this,” she told him as she parted his jeans, uncaring of whether or not he heard her.
When his thick, beautiful cock came out, Willow’s mouth watered. Her body seemed to scream to life. Lord, she had missed it—had missed him.
“Willow, you should go while you still can,” Seth whispered.
“Not until you’ve eaten…drank, whatever,” she told him before leaning down and licking a drop of precome from the tip. Taking him fully into her mouth, she watched him ball his hands into fists as he groaned.
Up and down, she caressed his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she lifted, almost removing it from her mouth. When his hips began to move with her, she took it as a good sign.
Sticking one wrist up near his mouth she was surprised when he didn’t immediately bite her.
Increasing her movements, she rolled his balls with her free hand. Cupping them in her palm, she rubbed them when he was completely buried inside of her mouth. His hips flexed, meeting her mouth with more force. Sticking her finger into his mouth, she tried to feel around, attempting to find out if his teeth had become fangs yet.
She moaned around his cock as he sucked on her finger, his tongue stroking the digit.
Pulling her finger out of his mouth, she increased the speed of her mouth. She sucked on him harder, lost in the sheer pleasure of his response. Twisting her head, she tried to move from his touch as he fisted his hand in her hair, attempting to pull her off of him. But she would not be denied. She’d wanted to feel him inside of her mouth since that first night. Growling, she continued to take him into her mouth until she felt his balls tighten.
She greedily swallowed every drop of come that he released into her mouth, enjoying his taste. Giving one final, gentle suck on the head, her tongue flicked against the tip as she licked all lingering traces of liquid from his flesh. Resting her head on his thigh she lifted her wrist to his mouth once more. But still he didn’t bite her.
“What’s wrong now? I know you were stimulated.”
Seth shook his head and chuckled slightly. “Wrong stimulation,” he whispered weakly.
“So, what kind of stimulation do you need?” She sighed as she sat up. She didn’t want to think about how much she had just enjoyed what she did. It was supposed to be a gesture of help, not for her own pleasure.
“You should go. Really, you don’t have to do this,” he told her, visibly fighting another cramp as he automatically began to cradle his stomach with his hands again. He curved his body as though trying to shift into the fetal position.