Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 36

Stella

I wake up to what other women would consider a dream, but I think it's pure irritating.

Evan is on my right side, spooning my side and brushing my cheek with every breath he takes. Meanwhile, Raphael is on the left side, curled up with my arm held to his chest. I sigh.

Wanted by two men is nothing but trouble. I wish I could say I'm only interested in Evan, but...

I glance down at Raphael. While Evan is pale and perfect like a vampire, Raphael's skin is starting to grow a tan. There are also a few freckles spread over his cheeks from the sun. Groaning, I turn around to face Evan, pausing when I catch him studying me with curious eyes.

"Did you sleep well?"

I nervously smile. "Yeah..."

His eyes briefly travel to Raphael, and he frowns. "Both of us kept you warm, it seems."

"Yes."

"I don't like to share you with the dog."

Before I know it, Evan is over me. He is beautiful. All contours and muscle above me before his lips meet mine.

I shudder.

He tastes like sin and desire. I almost moan, and Evan opens his eyes to glare at me with blazing passion. Without a word, he takes my wrists and guides them underneath his white t-shirt. My palms rest on his firm pecs.

Both Evan and Raphael are insanely muscular, yet I'm always mind-blown when I get to touch muscles. I'm not this fit myself, so I can't believe I'm lucky enough to grope a god. Evan is strong, tall, and well-defined-all rippling valleys and bulging muscles.

Taut and tight to perfection.

His low husky voice interrupts my gawking. "May I drink your blood as promised, princess?"

I try to nod, but I'm still a bit taken by the view of having Evan over me with those broad shoulders and dark hair.

He smiles, and there are instant butterflies.

"This will sting a little. I have no idea how to be gentle with someone so delicate. But I will try."

He dips his head, licking my neck with low strokes.

I shudder. If I didn't know better, I would say Evan is trying to make me aroused on purpose.

He is so large.

Sexy.

"I like your scent..." Evan whispers and trails many kisses up to my ear. My hands are still on his chest, loving his pecs and abs. "And I like you..."

Evan pauses, and my lips freeze.

I might have said too much. Evan pushes himself to hover over me and meet my eyes.

To my surprise, he is smirking, but it's more affectionate than evil, especially when he speaks. "I like you too."

Not knowing what else to say, I smile like an i***t until Evan falls back down to nuzzle my neck.

"I know I'm supposed to only drink your blood, but I want you..."

Evan rolls around to his back and pulls me over his chest in a sudden movement. Suddenly, I'm straddling him.

My hands are on his pecs.

I'm sitting right by his erection.

I blush. "Ummm..."

Evan stretches underneath me. "Can we pretend for a while?"

"Pretend?" I ask, but my fingers are already skimming over his skin underneath the t-shirt. It's enough to make my p***y clench.

And the sexy, big bastard knows.

"Yes, touch me."

His smile is warm. Gentle. Teasing. Knows precisely what touching him will do to me.

"No, this is like... Raphael is sleeping right next to us!"

"And?" Evan asks. "It's not like we are having s*x or anything. You're just... Massaging me, right?"

"I guess, but I'm already-"

No, I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned-on I am, even if he can smell it.

Evan grins. "You're already what?"

I tip my head. "I won't tell you."

Chuckling, he grabs my wrists and guides them further down, over his insanely hard abs to his v-lines. Holy s**t. My pulse is hammering against my neck-any lower, and I will touch his c**k. "Touch me," Evan whispers. "You know you want to."

I do.

And slowly, my hands unzip his dark jeans and sneak underneath his Calvin Klein boxers.

His c**k is massive.

I inhale while circling my fingers around it, feeling it throb in my hand. So veiny and ready for me.

Evan groans, and that does it for me.

I'm already dripping wet and peer down at him. "I can't just touch you and not want more."

He smiles up at me. "Now you know what you're missing out on."

I glare at him. "Let me guess: that was your plan all along? You were never going to let me f**k you."

"You can f**k me if you want," Evan winks at me, sexy and playful with a gleam in his eye. "But would you dare when Raphael is right there? He might wake up."

I squeeze his c**k a little, unwilling to let go. Evan closes his eyes in response, and I spit in my hand to continue playing with him.

The expressions he makes... Gosh, I feel powerful, and yet he is still in control because I'm the one about to lose my cool.

Dark hair falls into his face.

Taut, firm pecs.

Smooth skin pulled over an eight-pack of abs.

I shudder while touching him, and Evan's breathing turns slower, louder. It does something to my brain. Every brain cell must have abandoned me because I suddenly want s*x. My eyes seek the blue ones belonging to Evan, and he smirks before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt.

He easily lifts himself off the ground to remove it while I'm still straddling him, revealing his fantastic physique that does nothing to help the situation. I'm so freaking wet. Those large paws grab my hands and pull me down so I'm lying over his body, which is much broader than mine.

"I'm going to remove your underwear," Evan says while sliding down my panties until my wet p***y touches his c**k.

His hands glide over my butt and squeeze it before pulling me up a little more so his c**k is directly at my opening.

"You're already so wet for me..." Evan sounds satisfied and spreads me with his thumb.

The tip of his c**k enters me, and I dig my fingers into Evan's chest, delirious and in bliss. A slow-building moan is rising inside my chest, threatening to come out. That c**k is so perfect.

Evan kisses my neck. Sucking. Licking. "You feel so good... Way better than I remember... Tight..."

I swear I could come right there.

But I want more.

"Please go deeper," I beg and find Evan's eyes. "Please. I just need more of that c**k. You won't break me."

Evan sinks deeper into me, and I moan, unable to keep it in. Sweat is spreading over my back, and he kisses my skin.

I'm in bliss.

But I want more.

"Is that enough?" Evan teases, knowing full well he isn't entirely inside me yet. There is so much more of his giant c**k.

"No," I shake my head. "I need all of it."

His lean hips push forward, thrusting into me. More and more. He sinks deeper, fills me to the hilt, and groans at my tightness.

"F**k... That feels good..." I moan.

My fingers sink into his perfect pecs, and I want to f**k him fast. This is agonizing torture.

Evan moves his hips, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I'm in absolute heaven.

"Uhhh," I purr, unable to form intelligent words.

"You feel so great," Evan whispers. "I'm trying not to go too fast, but I want to f**k you hard, baby..."

"Oh-my-god..." I moan. "Say that again."

There is a dark chuckle. "You want me to f**k you harder?"

"Yes!" I almost shout.

Evan adds more speed, and I'm a goner to the rhythm. I'm melting and building an o****m while touching him, this Greek god with the perfect, big, veiny c**k and body. "Oh-my-god... You feel so good when you do that..." I'm panting wildly while meeting his thrust. He is underneath me, yet lifting his arse in this fashion. It makes me climb the pleasure. "Faster... Harder..." Evan adds more speed, and my hands wander over his abs, skimming his taut pecs. I stop there and play with his n*****s, grazing my thumbs over them until he groans.

"Oh f**k..." Evan writhes underneath me, and it's so hot to watch him, this beautiful man falling victim to pleasure.

"I'm going to come so hard..." I manage to say. "I've been without your c**k for way too long..."

"Not yet, a little more," Evan breathes. "Keep riding me, baby."

"I can't! It feels..."

"I know, I know..." Evan is moaning too. "Just a little longer."

My speed turns up a notch.

Evan groans.

I pinch his n*****s, which seems to do wonders. Evan groans louder, and it's so sexy watching his eyebrows furrow. His face is the picture of satisfaction, sending me toppling over the edge. I made Evan groan.

I'm making him come.

I ride that c**k faster, moaning loudly when tingles spread over my body. My p***y is pulsating and clenching on Evan's c**k, and I smile when I hear him reach his o****m.

"I'm so tired..." I fall down onto his sweaty chest, hugging him while contentedly smiling. "That was so great..."

Evan kisses the top of my head, and then I hear a grunt further away from us. Raphael is no longer sleeping.

"Do you guys have to be so f*****g loud?" Raphael growls with his back turned against us.

Wait, he heard us?

I'm mortified, while Evan chuckles and hugs me to him. He doesn't seem to mind that the werewolf listened in on us.