Reckless: Shades of a Vampire(24)

Emma opens her mouth as Josh closes in with his opened. They lock in a kiss, lashing tongues around like it is their first kiss. Her heart starts pounding. She feels blood flowing to her crotch, and to her breasts.

"Oh God," she thinks.

Emma moves her mouth to Josh’s neck as he moves harder and faster, and harder and faster against her body as she pulls him in closer, and closer. She licks his neck, and wraps her lips around a spot that she’s started to suck. Emma’s tongue pushes against his neck and her mouth pulls his skin away, into her mouth.

Josh reaches his right hand to the zipper on his jeans, pulling at it while still moving, thrusting into Emma’s groin and panties. Emma moves toward him, reaching with her body as he fumbles with the zipper. She hears the zipper partially open, and feels Josh moving his hand around his pants.

“I want to be inside you,” Josh says.

Emma doesn’t respond.

“I want to be inside you.”

“Don’t lust, Josh,” she whispers. “Don’t lust.”

"Take my cock," he says.

Emma slides her hand down toward his crotch.

"Ahhh," she sighs when her hand finds that his long shaft is free from his pants, pointing straight up at her.

She pulls back her hand.

"It's so big," she thinks.

"I want to be inside you," Josh says.

Emma straddles Josh, pulling her dress up to her waist and pushing her lace panties against his shaft. He lays back on the barn floor. She moves, and he can feel her warm juice oozing from the material.

She pushes against him harder, and faster, while leaning her face down to his neck as if she were kissing him.

Harder and faster she slides against his cock.

Josh reaches a hand toward her panties, trying to move them so he can penetrate her.

Emma tightens her mouth around his neck as she keeps thrusting her hips up and down for friction.

“Unnnhhh,” Emma eagerly moans, the sound muffling against Josh’s neck.

As Josh fumbles with her panties, Emma closes her eyes, and clinches her teeth --flexing and clamping them into Josh’s neck.

Strike!

“Ahhhhhhh,” she sighs, clinching her teeth harder, and harder into his neck, as her jaw muscle contracts like a vice.

“God!” Josh mumbles. “GOD!”

Emma clinches her jaw tighter.

Warmth flows into Emma’s mouth as her incisors pierce into Josh’s neck the way a rattlesnake had pierced hers. She feels like warm chocolate is flowing through her veins, and she gulps it down eagerly.

“Ahhh!” Josh grunts.

But that’s the last sound he makes.

Emma drains his lifeblood into her mouth, gulp, gulp, gulp, keeping her lips sealed against his neck so that not a drop leaks out. Emma stops moving her lower body, directing all of her energy to her mouth, wrapped around Josh’s neck.

Josh is not moving, but his right hand still clutches near his pants zipper, and his left hand has fallen at her side. All of his weight s against Emma as she drinks the warmth from his body, swallowing audibly like a baby drinking from its mother’s breast, with her teeth firmly embedded into Josh’s neck.

Emma drinks Josh’s blood the way she drank lemonade on a hot summer afternoon.

With each swallow, she feels more refreshed.

With each swallow, Josh becomes more lifeless.

Her head feels light as she fills with his blood. Emma stops sucking, and swallowing. Her teeth are still clinched into Josh’s neck, but Emma’s eyes begin to blink, heavy in her fullness. She closes them, but only for a minute she thinks, resting her weight against the barn floor with the weight of Josh still on top of her.





8.



Stillness in the Night


A dog barks in the distance and Emma slowly cracks open her eyes. Her mouth is no longer on Josh’s neck, but his body is still against her on the barn floor. She looks around, slowly, rubbing her eyes, and thinking perhaps she is asleep in her bed and perhaps confused, enslaved by a strange dream.

It’s not unusual to hear dog barking in the distance when she sleeps with her windows open. But Josh wasn’t there. He’s there now, though. It is dark, but she can see the rafters in the barn from the faint moonlight seeping in, and she feels the hay and dirt beneath her when she sweeps a hand to find bearings. She is not in her room. She is not in a dream.

Emma pushes against Josh, but he doesn’t move.

“Josh,” she says, shaking him.

He doesn’t move.

Emma gasps.

“Josh!”

She rolls him off her, into the barn floor. He makes a soft thump. His right hand is covering his crotch. Emma sees a bruised bite mark on his neck. She remembers kissing him. Two piercings on the top. Two piercings on the bottom. Emma pauses, running her tongue across her incisors, trying to remember.