He was so drunk. Not only had Kyle fallen off the wagon, he fell into the mud puddle, fifth of scotch in hand.
The night was a blur, as had been the previous seven other nights since he had started his drinking binge. Nova had disappeared, the Eternity addiction left him tired and suffering from uncontrollable shakes that only alcohol seemed to remedy, and he had nightmares.
Horrible, horrible, nightmares.
The alcohol seemed to help, but the nightmares still came and went, every single night. They varied from the Halloween zombie incident, the Hillman compound raid, to his attack from Ellis. One way or another, Ellis seemed to pop up in most of his reoccurring dreams, present in some way or another. Her smiling face, her long fangs...one way or another, it ended up with him dead by her hand and he wasn't even sure why.
This night had been filled with more nightmares, this time with memories of his father or what he could recall of him. Kyle had been a boy when his father died, his Editor had become his surrogate father and kept him gainfully employed at the Nachton Times, despite his drinking problems. But this night the alcohol seemed to work and the nightmares were kept at bay. He dreamed instead of soft curves and the smell of orchids. A soft body curled up next to him, warm and sweet smelling and he felt delicate female hands touching his body, running fingernails up his back and down his chest. In the haze of his alcohol induced slumber, something tried to tell him to wake up, but he couldn't. He just let the warm hands run along his body and finally down into his boxer shorts.
The haze tried to clear, bringing him closer to reality as he felt the female hand stroke him awake, in every sense of the word. Soft lips and gentle nibbling made the hairs at the nape of his neck rise with goosebumps and again, something told him to wake up. His eyes fluttered open as the rhythmic stroking in his shorts became more aggressive and again the hands pulled his shorts down his legs. Suddenly there was a body on top of him, soft breasts brushing against his cheek and rigid nipples teasing his mouth. Awake as much as he could be, he reached up and grabbed hips of the soft body, pushing into the hot center and his mouth eagerly sought out the hard nipples, sucking and biting at them.
And again, something told him to wake up.
Flashing Lights
Continued from Sway
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights
- Kanye West, Flashing Lights
Ellis ran the flame from her silver lighter on the edge of her cigarette, inhaling deeply. With a snap she closed the lighter and returned it to the pocket of her jacket. It was just nearing dawn, the same early morning she and Simon met Marthinus and his pet dog, Hammerthynn and accepted the truce from their werewolf pack. She had hoped that the actual offense against her would have been cleared up, but they were just as clueless as she had been. No one seems to know why they hate her, and where was the fun in that?
Standing, Ellis held the cigarette in her mouth as she took off her jacket. Reaching down she undid the buckles of her boots and tossed them to the side of the bed. The room was smaller than her lair, the bed definitely smaller than what she would have preferred, but it would all have to do. With a final deep inhale of her cancer stick, Ellis put it out next to her in an empty water glass. The smoke rolled out of her mouth and she pointed her face away from the sleeping figure in the bed she was standing near.
The night had left her feeling rejuvenated, but confused, to say the least. The reignited love for Simon was surprising as well as refreshing. It was a win win situation for her - she had Simon back in her life, but more importantly, it put her in the position to take the clan back, and ultimately, she couldn't ignore that burning desire to posses everything she once had before his betrayal. It was a line that kept getting blurred around him and she struggled to remain focused, but in the grand scheme of things, her bond with him was more than she could have ever planned for or expected. Did she love him? Of course she did, how could she not? Did she still want power and infamy?
Well of course she did, silly.
Ellis undid the belt buckle of her pants and slipped down to her ankles. Pulling the top over her head, she stepped away from her pants and let the items of clothing fall to the floor. Wistfully she wished she hadn't put out her cigarette as she removed her lace black bra and matching bikini panties. It was odd, her being here, but things had a weird way of working out she had noticed. She was definitely not in control of her destiny, that much was for certain. As much as she thought she had control over everything, it was as much a lie as her rumored 'change of heart'. Everything had a purpose and all good little vampire girls had plans.
Pulling the bedsheets back, Ellis crawled into the bed, spooning the slumbering Kyle Evans, and pressing her naked body against his.
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis could smell the liquor on his breath, not that figuring out he was drunk was so hard, what with all the bottles strewn about the room. It had looked like Kyle had hit the sauce pretty hard again, and for a moment she felt kind of guilty as she wondered if it had anything to do with her attack on him. Well, she thought, fucking him seems to be enough of an apology.
In the darkness she could still see that his eyes were closed, although he was trying to open them, his drunken haze was probably just too much for him. He somehow managed to slide into her and in response she began to rock her hips, gasping with every move. Leaning forward she let her hair play in his face as she felt his hands come up and cup her breasts, his mouth eagerly seeking out her nipples. His breathing became heavy and it was mesmerizing listening to his harsh gasping as she began riding him harder. For a drunk guy, he was managing sex quite fine.
Ellis wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close . His hands were everywhere, touching her breasts, playing with her hair or grabbing her hips roughly, pushing his hips up to meet her. Running her fingers through his unruly and now unkempt hair, she pulled at it and captured his lips with hers, kissing him deeply. The more she rocked her hips, the closer she felt her orgasm building and he responded to her by rolling her onto her back and climbing on top of her.
He pushed hard up into her, roughly grabbing her legs, forcing them up around his waist. Ellis felt her fangs tingle with desire and as she fell over the edge of her climax, she bit into his shoulder. His response was unexpected, to say the least.
His grunting became louder and his body completely melted into hers as he vigorously fucked her into the bed. Ellis drank him in, relishing the sweetness of his blood as his body shuddered with pleasure. A much different response to the first time she had taken blood from him. Pulling her fangs back out, she licked the dripping blood as the puncture wounds immediately closed. The blood lust in her rose to epic proportions, and coupled with Kyle reaching his end, she felt her mind go dizzy with desire. His climax seemed as painful as it was rewarding, and he tore at the sheets as he came inside her, pushing hard up into her with reckless abandonment.
As he slowed his pace, Ellis pushed him gently onto his back and moved her hips, coaxing him back down. She kissed at his chest, teasing the small curls, and felt his body relax beneath her.
In the darkness she could still see that his eyes were closed, although he was trying to open them, his drunken haze was probably just too much for him. He somehow managed to slide into her and in response she began to rock her hips, gasping with every move. Leaning forward she let her hair play in his face as she felt his hands come up and cup her breasts, his mouth eagerly seeking out her nipples. His breathing became heavy and it was mesmerizing listening to his harsh gasping as she began riding him harder. For a drunk guy, he was managing sex quite fine.
Ellis wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close . His hands were everywhere, touching her breasts, playing with her hair or grabbing her hips roughly, pushing his hips up to meet her. Running her fingers through his unruly and now unkempt hair, she pulled at it and captured his lips with hers, kissing him deeply. The more she rocked her hips, the closer she felt her orgasm building and he responded to her by rolling her onto her back and climbing on top of her.
He pushed hard up into her, roughly grabbing her legs, forcing them up around his waist. Ellis felt her fangs tingle with desire and as she fell over the edge of her climax, she bit into his shoulder. His response was unexpected, to say the least.
His grunting became louder and his body completely melted into hers as he vigorously fucked her into the bed. Ellis drank him in, relishing the sweetness of his blood as his body shuddered with pleasure. A much different response to the first time she had taken blood from him. Pulling her fangs back out, she licked the dripping blood as the puncture wounds immediately closed. The blood lust in her rose to epic proportions, and coupled with Kyle reaching his end, she felt her mind go dizzy with desire. His climax seemed as painful as it was rewarding, and he tore at the sheets as he came inside her, pushing hard up into her with reckless abandonment.
As he slowed his pace, Ellis pushed him gently onto his back and moved her hips, coaxing him back down. She kissed at his chest, teasing the small curls, and felt his body relax beneath her.
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
The relief he felt at finally not having a nightmare relaxed him deeper into his sleep. However his heart started to race as the body that was pressed up against him felt vaguely familiar, even though he had only felt it briefly in a hug. Curves like this though, you remember, despite the memory ending painfully.
In his dream it was Ellis that crawled into his bed and teased his body awake. Her scent was intoxicating and her touch unbelievably erotic. In the very few moments of seeing her, he'd appreciated those curves even though she scared the hell out of him. So if this was just a dream, he'd enjoy it.
He hadn't seen Nova in months, not since after getting his gun from Tacharan. It had been even longer that he had had sex, so the exquisite and familiar tightness of fucking was a pleasant memory and one you just could never forget. The desire felt real as he bit and sucked at the soft breasts in front of him, curves he happily licked and kissed until finally her body stiffened, readying for her climax. Quickly Kyle rolled the soft body over and began grinding up inside her, pushing her into the bed as it took her.
It was the fangs that half pulled him out of his dream and half made him melt into a puddle of sex. It ramped up his inevitable orgasm and hurriedly pushed him to the edge as he pounded the body beneath him. As his own climax took him, he felt the surge from his groin spread and drew out a debilitating grunt of pleasure. He then felt the soft body roll him onto his back, hips moving slowly, easing him down until he felt his entire body relax.
Soft kisses on his body eventually faded into his sleep. What a dream, he remembered thinking, of being with someone like Ellis. Then again, the voice appeared.
Wake up.
Kyle turned over to his side and mumbled into the pillow, wishing the voice away. He didn't think anything could wake him up right then, that was until he heard the shower in his bathroom turn on.
In his dream it was Ellis that crawled into his bed and teased his body awake. Her scent was intoxicating and her touch unbelievably erotic. In the very few moments of seeing her, he'd appreciated those curves even though she scared the hell out of him. So if this was just a dream, he'd enjoy it.
He hadn't seen Nova in months, not since after getting his gun from Tacharan. It had been even longer that he had had sex, so the exquisite and familiar tightness of fucking was a pleasant memory and one you just could never forget. The desire felt real as he bit and sucked at the soft breasts in front of him, curves he happily licked and kissed until finally her body stiffened, readying for her climax. Quickly Kyle rolled the soft body over and began grinding up inside her, pushing her into the bed as it took her.
It was the fangs that half pulled him out of his dream and half made him melt into a puddle of sex. It ramped up his inevitable orgasm and hurriedly pushed him to the edge as he pounded the body beneath him. As his own climax took him, he felt the surge from his groin spread and drew out a debilitating grunt of pleasure. He then felt the soft body roll him onto his back, hips moving slowly, easing him down until he felt his entire body relax.
Soft kisses on his body eventually faded into his sleep. What a dream, he remembered thinking, of being with someone like Ellis. Then again, the voice appeared.
Wake up.
Kyle turned over to his side and mumbled into the pillow, wishing the voice away. He didn't think anything could wake him up right then, that was until he heard the shower in his bathroom turn on.
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis could hear Kyle's heart beat from the bathroom. It ramped down slowly from his orgasm, a soft thump-thump-thump until he fell back asleep. As she wiped the blood away from her mouth, she rubbed her middle finger and thumb, feeling the texture of it. Feeling refreshed and satisfied, she looked at herself in his bathroom mirror.
Her perception was wide open and hyper-sensitive as she rode the tail end of her blood lust from feeding on Kyle. The surrounding apartments opened up to her, soft heart beats coming from above and below her. As she listened, she reached into Kyle's shower and turned the water on.
Kyle's heartbeat began beating rapidly, almost immediately. With a smile, she slid the door stall open and stepped in underneath the water, letting it wet her hair and body. The terrified beat of his heart was almost comical, considering what they had just done.
Hmm, she thought. What had they just done? Why, of all people, did she come to Kyle Evans home to burn off some sexual frustration? He was handsome, yes. Charming, in a idiot kind of way. He reminded her of someone...maybe...a long time ago. She had noticed him years ago during the height of his conspiracy days at the paper, but never actually spoke to him. Just watched him.
Why?
Ellis turned in the shower, letting the water spray over her when she saw his outline through the stall. She slid open the door and smiled at him.
'Hiya, pookie. Wanna join me?'
Her perception was wide open and hyper-sensitive as she rode the tail end of her blood lust from feeding on Kyle. The surrounding apartments opened up to her, soft heart beats coming from above and below her. As she listened, she reached into Kyle's shower and turned the water on.
Kyle's heartbeat began beating rapidly, almost immediately. With a smile, she slid the door stall open and stepped in underneath the water, letting it wet her hair and body. The terrified beat of his heart was almost comical, considering what they had just done.
Hmm, she thought. What had they just done? Why, of all people, did she come to Kyle Evans home to burn off some sexual frustration? He was handsome, yes. Charming, in a idiot kind of way. He reminded her of someone...maybe...a long time ago. She had noticed him years ago during the height of his conspiracy days at the paper, but never actually spoke to him. Just watched him.
Why?
Ellis turned in the shower, letting the water spray over her when she saw his outline through the stall. She slid open the door and smiled at him.
'Hiya, pookie. Wanna join me?'
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
'No.'
'Oh. You sure?'
'No, I mean...tell me you're not really...here.'
Kyle leaned on the shower stall, his head spinning. The shower did look good, but not with Ellis in it. He grabbed one of the clean towels off the floor and promptly regretted it. However, the pounding in his head was nothing compared to the dread in his gut. He wrapped the towel around his waist and moved toward the bathroom mirror. There was a thin layer of condensation already on the surface and he wiped away a portion of it to reveal his head.
Ugh.
He wiped a little more and in the reflection he could see Ellis showering again.
Ugh.
He looked back at his reflection and something caught his eye. Leaning in closer he looked at his chest and what he saw made him pale.
'You bit me!'
'You liked it.'
'But, that's not the point. You bit me, again! Damnit, Ellis.' Kyle turned on the faucet and wiped the blood off his chest, touching the soft, purple marks where the punctures had been. Angrily he shut off the faucet and stormed out of the bathroom. He began tearing open his wardrobe drawers, looking for a clean pair of boxers when he heard the shower turn off. Ignoring her for the time being, Kyle found a pair of yellow smiley faced boxers that reminded him of Nova and again his heart sank. Savagely he put them on when suddenly he felt soft fingers on his back.
Jumping he turned and backed up against the wardrobe. Ellis was standing behind him, dripping wet and completely naked. Immediately his southern regions responded, much to his dismay, but he looked away and made a face.
'You took the only clean towel', she said.
He walked past her and grabbed the towel he had thrown on the bed, handing it to her without looking. 'Are you leaving now? You're leaving, right?' Ellis watched him as she bent over and dried her legs. Kyle's eyes wandered over her breasts as they hung forward, still as firm as the day she was probably turned when he blurted out angrily. 'Why are you even here?'
'Oh. You sure?'
'No, I mean...tell me you're not really...here.'
Kyle leaned on the shower stall, his head spinning. The shower did look good, but not with Ellis in it. He grabbed one of the clean towels off the floor and promptly regretted it. However, the pounding in his head was nothing compared to the dread in his gut. He wrapped the towel around his waist and moved toward the bathroom mirror. There was a thin layer of condensation already on the surface and he wiped away a portion of it to reveal his head.
Ugh.
He wiped a little more and in the reflection he could see Ellis showering again.
Ugh.
He looked back at his reflection and something caught his eye. Leaning in closer he looked at his chest and what he saw made him pale.
'You bit me!'
'You liked it.'
'But, that's not the point. You bit me, again! Damnit, Ellis.' Kyle turned on the faucet and wiped the blood off his chest, touching the soft, purple marks where the punctures had been. Angrily he shut off the faucet and stormed out of the bathroom. He began tearing open his wardrobe drawers, looking for a clean pair of boxers when he heard the shower turn off. Ignoring her for the time being, Kyle found a pair of yellow smiley faced boxers that reminded him of Nova and again his heart sank. Savagely he put them on when suddenly he felt soft fingers on his back.
Jumping he turned and backed up against the wardrobe. Ellis was standing behind him, dripping wet and completely naked. Immediately his southern regions responded, much to his dismay, but he looked away and made a face.
'You took the only clean towel', she said.
He walked past her and grabbed the towel he had thrown on the bed, handing it to her without looking. 'Are you leaving now? You're leaving, right?' Ellis watched him as she bent over and dried her legs. Kyle's eyes wandered over her breasts as they hung forward, still as firm as the day she was probably turned when he blurted out angrily. 'Why are you even here?'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
Ellis took a deep breath and pushed her lips out. 'Well, I was worried about you.'
Kyle's shoulders slumped as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed and rolled his eyes.
'Alright, alright. I was horny and you were on the way.'
He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. 'Nice.'
'What are you doing with yourself now, anyway?' She walked over and picked up an empty fifth of scotch and turned it over, trying to shake out a drop of liquor, which there was none. 'There's probably enough juice in you to pickle a horse. I thought you were on the wagon?'
He leaned forward and planted his elbows on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
'I didn't do this...did I? I mean, tell me I didn't or else I will have such guilt.' Setting the bottle down on something other than the floor took a few moments and finding something to comb her hair with, even longer. She managed to clear a spot on his dresser and rummaged through his drawers until she found exactly four condoms, two sticks of gum, two discarded movie ticket stubs, and one rigid black comb. Turning around, she rested her hip on the dresser and watched as Kyle tried to swim out of his haze of drunkenness.
'Besides, it wasn't too bad. I'm impressed considering how drunk you are, to be honest.' He lifted his head up and gave her a nasty look. Walking back over to stand in front of him, she continued running the comb through her hair.
Poor, alchy, Kyle, she thought to herself. A man of so many secrets who, no matter how loudly he yells them, no one seems to want to listen. So many troubles, so many vexes. As she finished combing out her hair, she reached down and lifted his chin with her finger.
'Poor, poor, Kyle.' She watched as his eyes took the long trek up her naked body, his heart beat picking up speed. Lifting a knee, Ellis slid onto his lap, straddling him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His uncomfortable grunt made her grin as she began combing through the tufts of hair on his head.
'Tell me your troubles, Kyle.'
Kyle's shoulders slumped as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed and rolled his eyes.
'Alright, alright. I was horny and you were on the way.'
He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. 'Nice.'
'What are you doing with yourself now, anyway?' She walked over and picked up an empty fifth of scotch and turned it over, trying to shake out a drop of liquor, which there was none. 'There's probably enough juice in you to pickle a horse. I thought you were on the wagon?'
He leaned forward and planted his elbows on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
'I didn't do this...did I? I mean, tell me I didn't or else I will have such guilt.' Setting the bottle down on something other than the floor took a few moments and finding something to comb her hair with, even longer. She managed to clear a spot on his dresser and rummaged through his drawers until she found exactly four condoms, two sticks of gum, two discarded movie ticket stubs, and one rigid black comb. Turning around, she rested her hip on the dresser and watched as Kyle tried to swim out of his haze of drunkenness.
'Besides, it wasn't too bad. I'm impressed considering how drunk you are, to be honest.' He lifted his head up and gave her a nasty look. Walking back over to stand in front of him, she continued running the comb through her hair.
Poor, alchy, Kyle, she thought to herself. A man of so many secrets who, no matter how loudly he yells them, no one seems to want to listen. So many troubles, so many vexes. As she finished combing out her hair, she reached down and lifted his chin with her finger.
'Poor, poor, Kyle.' She watched as his eyes took the long trek up her naked body, his heart beat picking up speed. Lifting a knee, Ellis slid onto his lap, straddling him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His uncomfortable grunt made her grin as she began combing through the tufts of hair on his head.
'Tell me your troubles, Kyle.'
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
The beginnings of a headache was throbbing nicely in his head as Ellis started chattering on about something. He half listened to her, ignoring her questions as she stood naked in his bedroom. As he rubbed his neck, trying to loosen up the muscles there, the throb of his headache began to get louder. He shut his eyes tightly trying to relax his body, but with Ellis in the room it was making it increasingly difficult. She wore her nakedness like a designer outfit; comfortable, alluring, and she knew it had an hypnotic effect. He felt her hand lift his chin and he was rewarded with more of her body.
The slender, slightly tanned thighs that were toned and long. Round hips and trimmed hair along with taut stomach and perfect belly button. He suddenly wanted to reach out and kiss the stomach and burn a trail up to her breasts, but he shooshed that thought away. That was, until, she straddled him, pushing her naked and warm body against his.
Poor, poor, Kyle, she said. Tell me your troubles, she said.
Adding to the humiliation of having bed him almost without his knowledge, Ellis began combing his unruly hair. He reached up, trying to knock her hand away and got a smack on the hand for his troubles.
'Ellis, come on,' he complained. He grunted as she pulled the knots out of his hair, which was getting embarrassingly long. His black hair riddled with specs of salt did feel good to be combed, but having it done by a vampire was just too much. Again he reached up and grabbed the comb out of her hand and she playfully fought with him, trying to get it back. Her laughter was infectious, much to his dismay, but finally he managed to toss the comb across the room.
Ellis smiled and gave him a wink, making him realize that she now had nothing to preoccupy her hands, and on cue, began running her fingers through his hair.
'I thought you were leaving.'
'Fine, fine,' she said.
He had avoided her stare up until this moment when he looked directly into her face. 'Alright then, get off me and go.' Kyle was proud of his assertive voice, but there was another part of him that was instigating a revolt. Grabbing her hips, he tried to move her, but admittedly he didn't try that hard. Her arms draped on his shoulders and she leaned in close and rubbed her nose against his. She was doing her damnedest to prolong her leaving and, god help him, he was starting to actually want her to stay.
'It's time to go, Ellis. I'm sure there are little kids somewhere you need to terrify.'
Kyle put his hands on her waist and the feel of her skin was like fire. God help him, he just couldn't help himself as his fingers started to move slowly up and around her breasts. She responded by leaning in closer and nibbling on his ear.
'Just go...please Ellis.' His mouth said no, but his hands said stay and fuck me again. His plea for her to leave sounded suspiciously like begging, but he ignored what his brain was telling him and listened to his groin.
Her lips brushed across his and he caught them with a rough bite, sucking in her lip and deeply kissing her. His head began to throb and no, not that one, the other one. His headache's slow throb mixed with her kisses made him dizzy and the voice in his head took over.
Roughly he lifted her as he pulled himself out of his boxers and he pushed up into her, but slowly and with great malice. They both let out low, guttural moans as she slowly started to rock her hips, up and down and in circles. He wrapped his arms around her rib cage and painfully squeezed as he they rocked on the edge of the bed. Biting at her lips, he pulled back gently, tugging at her. Then he started sucking and biting down her neck, nuzzling his beard into her skin, making her giggle.
Something in him snapped, something coiled that had been waiting quietly, waiting for its moment. He grabbed at her roughly, almost too hard and she yelped as he bit down on her neck, but then moaned more into his ear.
'Don't stop', she whispered.
His fingers pressed painfully into her skin, digging his nails and definitely leaving a mark as he replied, 'Don't worry', and bit her hard again on her neck.
Suddenly, Ellis pulled back, her face terrified.
'Huh?' Kyle blinked, his mind dizzy and spinning. 'What?'
The slender, slightly tanned thighs that were toned and long. Round hips and trimmed hair along with taut stomach and perfect belly button. He suddenly wanted to reach out and kiss the stomach and burn a trail up to her breasts, but he shooshed that thought away. That was, until, she straddled him, pushing her naked and warm body against his.
Poor, poor, Kyle, she said. Tell me your troubles, she said.
Adding to the humiliation of having bed him almost without his knowledge, Ellis began combing his unruly hair. He reached up, trying to knock her hand away and got a smack on the hand for his troubles.
'Ellis, come on,' he complained. He grunted as she pulled the knots out of his hair, which was getting embarrassingly long. His black hair riddled with specs of salt did feel good to be combed, but having it done by a vampire was just too much. Again he reached up and grabbed the comb out of her hand and she playfully fought with him, trying to get it back. Her laughter was infectious, much to his dismay, but finally he managed to toss the comb across the room.
Ellis smiled and gave him a wink, making him realize that she now had nothing to preoccupy her hands, and on cue, began running her fingers through his hair.
'I thought you were leaving.'
'Fine, fine,' she said.
He had avoided her stare up until this moment when he looked directly into her face. 'Alright then, get off me and go.' Kyle was proud of his assertive voice, but there was another part of him that was instigating a revolt. Grabbing her hips, he tried to move her, but admittedly he didn't try that hard. Her arms draped on his shoulders and she leaned in close and rubbed her nose against his. She was doing her damnedest to prolong her leaving and, god help him, he was starting to actually want her to stay.
'It's time to go, Ellis. I'm sure there are little kids somewhere you need to terrify.'
Kyle put his hands on her waist and the feel of her skin was like fire. God help him, he just couldn't help himself as his fingers started to move slowly up and around her breasts. She responded by leaning in closer and nibbling on his ear.
'Just go...please Ellis.' His mouth said no, but his hands said stay and fuck me again. His plea for her to leave sounded suspiciously like begging, but he ignored what his brain was telling him and listened to his groin.
Her lips brushed across his and he caught them with a rough bite, sucking in her lip and deeply kissing her. His head began to throb and no, not that one, the other one. His headache's slow throb mixed with her kisses made him dizzy and the voice in his head took over.
Roughly he lifted her as he pulled himself out of his boxers and he pushed up into her, but slowly and with great malice. They both let out low, guttural moans as she slowly started to rock her hips, up and down and in circles. He wrapped his arms around her rib cage and painfully squeezed as he they rocked on the edge of the bed. Biting at her lips, he pulled back gently, tugging at her. Then he started sucking and biting down her neck, nuzzling his beard into her skin, making her giggle.
Something in him snapped, something coiled that had been waiting quietly, waiting for its moment. He grabbed at her roughly, almost too hard and she yelped as he bit down on her neck, but then moaned more into his ear.
'Don't stop', she whispered.
His fingers pressed painfully into her skin, digging his nails and definitely leaving a mark as he replied, 'Don't worry', and bit her hard again on her neck.
Suddenly, Ellis pulled back, her face terrified.
'Huh?' Kyle blinked, his mind dizzy and spinning. 'What?'
Ellis Duban
15 years ago
'Don't worry.'
Ellis pulled back as if he had hit her in the face, and mentally that's exactly what he did. His body language had changed, and that wasn't so unusual, but it was his sudden biting that perplexed her. Granted they had only fucked once before, but it was how he did it that reminded her of...no, it couldn't have. But it was when he told her not to worry...it wasn't just what he said, but how he said it.
It was a voice she had not heard in a very long, long time. The biting and roughness, being separate was nothing, but all three - that was the kicker. His voice had changed and that was it. Period. Game over.
'Huh? What?'
Ellis looked into Kyle's face, full of confusion and flushed with desire. His question was more like him, more like his voice.
'What did you say?'
Kyle looked down and thought for a moment. 'I didn't say anything.'
'Yes. You did. You said don't worry.'
He shook his head and shrugged. 'Ok?'
'You said it.' Ellis pushed off him and backed away. He looked silly there, ready and willing with obvious signs of it, but unfortunately that moment was now gone for her. Taking a deep breath, Ellis walked around him and to her clothes.
'You're leaving?'
Ignoring his question, she picked up her underwear and slipped it on quickly.
'Ellis?'
She had her clothes on in twenty seconds flat and was out of his bedroom without a word. Why had that spooked her so badly? The sound of his voice? It wasn't guilt, it wasn't as if there wasn't an understanding about coital indiscretions between Simon and her. No. It was fear. Pure and simple.
By the time she made it to the ground floor of Liefde towers and was heading out the back toward the alley, she felt stupid. She just interrupted damn good sex because of a weird voice. He was just into it, she thought to herself. That wasn't...no, it wasn't, of course not. It was just that...it sounded like someone she used to know, someone that she did not have fond memories of. Someone she had been more than happy to forget.
As she stepped out into the alley, the shadow of the tall building blocked some of the sun, but not all of it and she felt her skin burn just enough to steam. Quickly she jogged down the alley toward a manhole, forgoing leaving in her car, and opened the manhole with a finger. Dropping down in the sewer, she stopped to take out her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She was being silly, she thought. Next time she saw Kyle she'd apologize and maybe give him a quickie.
She lit her cigarette and snapped shut her lighter when a shiver hit her, shaking her down from her shoulders to her feet. In the darkness of the sewers Ellis listened. Lifting her cigarette to her mouth, she inhaled slowly and opened up her perception.
She was alone.
Yes. She was. She had to be.
((Ellis out))
Ellis pulled back as if he had hit her in the face, and mentally that's exactly what he did. His body language had changed, and that wasn't so unusual, but it was his sudden biting that perplexed her. Granted they had only fucked once before, but it was how he did it that reminded her of...no, it couldn't have. But it was when he told her not to worry...it wasn't just what he said, but how he said it.
It was a voice she had not heard in a very long, long time. The biting and roughness, being separate was nothing, but all three - that was the kicker. His voice had changed and that was it. Period. Game over.
'Huh? What?'
Ellis looked into Kyle's face, full of confusion and flushed with desire. His question was more like him, more like his voice.
'What did you say?'
Kyle looked down and thought for a moment. 'I didn't say anything.'
'Yes. You did. You said don't worry.'
He shook his head and shrugged. 'Ok?'
'You said it.' Ellis pushed off him and backed away. He looked silly there, ready and willing with obvious signs of it, but unfortunately that moment was now gone for her. Taking a deep breath, Ellis walked around him and to her clothes.
'You're leaving?'
Ignoring his question, she picked up her underwear and slipped it on quickly.
'Ellis?'
She had her clothes on in twenty seconds flat and was out of his bedroom without a word. Why had that spooked her so badly? The sound of his voice? It wasn't guilt, it wasn't as if there wasn't an understanding about coital indiscretions between Simon and her. No. It was fear. Pure and simple.
By the time she made it to the ground floor of Liefde towers and was heading out the back toward the alley, she felt stupid. She just interrupted damn good sex because of a weird voice. He was just into it, she thought to herself. That wasn't...no, it wasn't, of course not. It was just that...it sounded like someone she used to know, someone that she did not have fond memories of. Someone she had been more than happy to forget.
As she stepped out into the alley, the shadow of the tall building blocked some of the sun, but not all of it and she felt her skin burn just enough to steam. Quickly she jogged down the alley toward a manhole, forgoing leaving in her car, and opened the manhole with a finger. Dropping down in the sewer, she stopped to take out her pack of cigarettes and lighter. She was being silly, she thought. Next time she saw Kyle she'd apologize and maybe give him a quickie.
She lit her cigarette and snapped shut her lighter when a shiver hit her, shaking her down from her shoulders to her feet. In the darkness of the sewers Ellis listened. Lifting her cigarette to her mouth, she inhaled slowly and opened up her perception.
She was alone.
Yes. She was. She had to be.
((Ellis out))
Kyle Evans
15 years ago
'Wha-? Hey? Uh...?'
Kyle watched as Ellis went from horny devil woman to frightened B movie actress in a heartbeat. She got up and backed away from him with a look of absolute terror on her face. Then she moved past him, dressing faster than he had ever seen anyone dress.
'You're leaving? Ellis?' He called out to her as she bolted out of his bedroom. Kyle sat for a few minutes, trying to recall just what happened as his headache began to subside. They were talking, then they were fucking, then they were not doing anything. He looked down at himself, now flaccid and unappreciated, and he pulled his shorts on as he stood up which his head promptly rebuked him for. Walking out of his bedroom, he headed to the kitchen and started to look through his cabinets until he hit pay dirt. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin and a half bottle of scotch. Shaking out three little blue pills, he downed it with a double shot of liquor and bent over, trying to ease the headache away.
As he stood there, bent over with his head on the counter, arms over his head like he was waiting for a nuclear attack, Kyle reflected on his morning. He had had sex. That was great. He had sex with a gorgeous woman. That was good, too. She bit him, ok that cancels out one of the whoohoos, and he was unceremoniously left with his shorts down in the middle of some good fucking. Cancel out that other whoohoo. So he was 0 for 2.
Great, he thought and then took another swig of his scotch.
((Kyle out))
Kyle watched as Ellis went from horny devil woman to frightened B movie actress in a heartbeat. She got up and backed away from him with a look of absolute terror on her face. Then she moved past him, dressing faster than he had ever seen anyone dress.
'You're leaving? Ellis?' He called out to her as she bolted out of his bedroom. Kyle sat for a few minutes, trying to recall just what happened as his headache began to subside. They were talking, then they were fucking, then they were not doing anything. He looked down at himself, now flaccid and unappreciated, and he pulled his shorts on as he stood up which his head promptly rebuked him for. Walking out of his bedroom, he headed to the kitchen and started to look through his cabinets until he hit pay dirt. He pulled out a bottle of aspirin and a half bottle of scotch. Shaking out three little blue pills, he downed it with a double shot of liquor and bent over, trying to ease the headache away.
As he stood there, bent over with his head on the counter, arms over his head like he was waiting for a nuclear attack, Kyle reflected on his morning. He had had sex. That was great. He had sex with a gorgeous woman. That was good, too. She bit him, ok that cancels out one of the whoohoos, and he was unceremoniously left with his shorts down in the middle of some good fucking. Cancel out that other whoohoo. So he was 0 for 2.
Great, he thought and then took another swig of his scotch.
((Kyle out))