Fortress of Desire (4/?)
Abby moans in wild abandon into the dark night as she’s pushed hard into a tree. Hot waves of need make her shiver as her seemingly fragile body connects forcefully with the rough surface and she immediately wraps her legs around her lover’s waist. Strong hands grip her hips as they’re moving together, longing for the intense heat of skin on skin but too hungry for release to get rid of the confines of jeans. An eager tongue traces the soft curve of Abby’s neck and she throws her head back with a lustful moan.
“Joel… please.”
A low chuckle is all the answer she gets before Stringer playfully nips at her white skin, teasing her with the promise for more but as Abby tightens her grip on him, pulling him closer to her body, pressing harder against his hard cock his amusement turns into a low, needy groan against the hollow of her neck.
But suddenly there are silent, hurried footsteps in the soft grass and Stringer instinctively freezes, stifling Abby’s frustrated whine with a hand on her lips that she will undoubtedly pay him back for. A shadow crosses the moonlit garden of the estate and Stringer’s muscles tense in fierce concentration before he recognizes the figure.
“Where the fucking hell is she going?” he mutters under his breath and begins to pull away from Abby but she grabs him hard.
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses and grinds against his cock, reminding him that satisfying his girlfriend should damn well be his priority in any situation.
Stringer tries in vain to free himself of her tight embrace and a soft, needy moan of his name shatters all his self control. He’s moving in a quick rhythm against her as he claims her waiting lips in a fierce, deep kiss, his soft bites not enough to draw blood, only meant as invitation. Abby gasps as his hand glides under her shirt and can’t help but push down his forcefully to reach more of his skin, ripping it in the process.
Her soft kisses and licks with the slightest hint of teeth set Stringer’s nerves on edge and he lets out another growl, urging Abby to take what they both need. But it’s only when he moans her name against her collarbone that she stops her teasing games and finally pushes into him, sharp fangs breaking skin, drawing a low cry from his throat along with coppery pearls of red tasting like summer on her tongue.
She’s always the first to succumb to the hunger, the first to sate her need according to their unwritten rule since the day she claimed him for all eternity and Stringer feels no need to dispute her prerogative. He moans her name over and over again and tangles his fingers in her short, pale hair. She’s close to losing herself in pleasure as the pace picks up and Stringer can feel his own body tense on the precipice of bliss.
“Joel,” Abby moans wantonly and just as her body starts shaking with release he pushes his fangs deep inside her, making her cry out into the all-consuming darkness. The heady mixture of her wild movements, the way her tongue laps up the coppery droplets from his skin, and the unique taste of her blood makes him cry out too, finally falling off the edge with a deep groan.
They seek out each others’ lips, tasting their own blood on the other’s tongue as the last waves of passion are cursing through their joined bodies. A sated smile spreads on Abby’s face and pushing her hand in Stringer’s short hair she whispers into the kiss:
“We should do this more often.”
“I agree.”
Sam’s grinning voice startles them both.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Stringer grins but Abby only rolls her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she asks Sam in annoyance.
“Apart from watching us, obviously,” Stringer adds and it earns him a playful swat on his arm from Abby and a grin from Sam.
“Sarah’s not in her room,” Sam shrugs. “You didn’t by any chance see her?”
“I daresay we wouldn’t have noticed a herd of dinosaurs rampaging through the garden,” Stringer laughs before Abby could say anything. Sam looks at him for a long moment, not quite in suspicion but weighing his words carefully then she shrugs and grins.
“Have fun then.”
Abby watches her walk back to the house in silence, listening to the sounds of the night, and only turns to Stringer when Sam is long out of sight.
“That’s insubordination, you know.”
Her voice is hard but the soft teasing is rippling under the surface along with barely hidden worry and Stringer grins at her with a shrug as he’s pulling his ripped shirt back on in a fruitless attempt at covering himself.
“You’ll get in trouble.”
“You would have said the same,” he grins leaning close to her lips still glistening in traces with blood. “And then we’d both be in trouble because you’re a hopeless liar.”
And Abby’s protest is swallowed in another slow, deep kiss, tasting of copper and eternity.
“Joel… please.”
A low chuckle is all the answer she gets before Stringer playfully nips at her white skin, teasing her with the promise for more but as Abby tightens her grip on him, pulling him closer to her body, pressing harder against his hard cock his amusement turns into a low, needy groan against the hollow of her neck.
But suddenly there are silent, hurried footsteps in the soft grass and Stringer instinctively freezes, stifling Abby’s frustrated whine with a hand on her lips that she will undoubtedly pay him back for. A shadow crosses the moonlit garden of the estate and Stringer’s muscles tense in fierce concentration before he recognizes the figure.
“Where the fucking hell is she going?” he mutters under his breath and begins to pull away from Abby but she grabs him hard.
“Don’t you dare,” she hisses and grinds against his cock, reminding him that satisfying his girlfriend should damn well be his priority in any situation.
Stringer tries in vain to free himself of her tight embrace and a soft, needy moan of his name shatters all his self control. He’s moving in a quick rhythm against her as he claims her waiting lips in a fierce, deep kiss, his soft bites not enough to draw blood, only meant as invitation. Abby gasps as his hand glides under her shirt and can’t help but push down his forcefully to reach more of his skin, ripping it in the process.
Her soft kisses and licks with the slightest hint of teeth set Stringer’s nerves on edge and he lets out another growl, urging Abby to take what they both need. But it’s only when he moans her name against her collarbone that she stops her teasing games and finally pushes into him, sharp fangs breaking skin, drawing a low cry from his throat along with coppery pearls of red tasting like summer on her tongue.
She’s always the first to succumb to the hunger, the first to sate her need according to their unwritten rule since the day she claimed him for all eternity and Stringer feels no need to dispute her prerogative. He moans her name over and over again and tangles his fingers in her short, pale hair. She’s close to losing herself in pleasure as the pace picks up and Stringer can feel his own body tense on the precipice of bliss.
“Joel,” Abby moans wantonly and just as her body starts shaking with release he pushes his fangs deep inside her, making her cry out into the all-consuming darkness. The heady mixture of her wild movements, the way her tongue laps up the coppery droplets from his skin, and the unique taste of her blood makes him cry out too, finally falling off the edge with a deep groan.
They seek out each others’ lips, tasting their own blood on the other’s tongue as the last waves of passion are cursing through their joined bodies. A sated smile spreads on Abby’s face and pushing her hand in Stringer’s short hair she whispers into the kiss:
“We should do this more often.”
“I agree.”
Sam’s grinning voice startles them both.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Stringer grins but Abby only rolls her eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she asks Sam in annoyance.
“Apart from watching us, obviously,” Stringer adds and it earns him a playful swat on his arm from Abby and a grin from Sam.
“Sarah’s not in her room,” Sam shrugs. “You didn’t by any chance see her?”
“I daresay we wouldn’t have noticed a herd of dinosaurs rampaging through the garden,” Stringer laughs before Abby could say anything. Sam looks at him for a long moment, not quite in suspicion but weighing his words carefully then she shrugs and grins.
“Have fun then.”
Abby watches her walk back to the house in silence, listening to the sounds of the night, and only turns to Stringer when Sam is long out of sight.
“That’s insubordination, you know.”
Her voice is hard but the soft teasing is rippling under the surface along with barely hidden worry and Stringer grins at her with a shrug as he’s pulling his ripped shirt back on in a fruitless attempt at covering himself.
“You’ll get in trouble.”
“You would have said the same,” he grins leaning close to her lips still glistening in traces with blood. “And then we’d both be in trouble because you’re a hopeless liar.”
And Abby’s protest is swallowed in another slow, deep kiss, tasting of copper and eternity.