This story is from my book Echoes of Touch. Happy Halloween!

Lana twirled in front of me, her cape whipping around her. The neckline of her black top tapered around her neck, narrowing down her chest and then stretching around her breasts revealing a long line of cleavage. If she moved right, I was convince her tits would pop free. Below the top, she wore a short black pleather mini skirt, fishnet stockings and thigh-high boots I’d never seen before. She’d dyed her hair dark, blood red for the occasion and slicked it back tight against her head. She’d also put on pale makeup, cherry red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and purple-red mascara, making her look ghostly in the shitty dorm overhead lighting. It was Halloween and she was a sexy vampire. She was MY sexy vampire.

She and her friends were going trick or treating around the dorms. It was supposed to be a wholesome thing organized by campus housing. Go door to door, get candy, pretend to be spooky. It never went as planned. People ended up skipping giving out candy in favor of less wholesome treats and activities. Beer, joints, airplane bottles of vodka, free condoms from the student union, cheap little butt plugs, and the occasional hand job were much more common than fun sized Snickers. 

“Damn!” I said, letting my eyes rake over her. “You look amazing. Everyone will be jealous. They’ll willingly let you suck their blood, or anything else you want to put your mouth on.”

“Shit! I forgot the teeth!” I watched her half-disappear into her little closet, staring at her ass swaying in her skirt as she bend down. 

She popped up grinning, her mouth full of shiny pointed plastic teeth. She narrowed her eyes then, snarling at me in mock ferocity.

“Ohh. You don’t scare me! I want you to bite me, Mistress of the dark. All of this is just an invitation.”

“Iff wld f ahh bluuu oh wif dem,” she said around the plastic.

“What?” I said, laughing as she pulled her teeth out.

“I said I would scare you if I blew you with those in.”

“I’d still take my chances,” moving towards her and sliding my hand around her waist. I kissed her softly on her neck and then up her cheek, trying to be careful with her makeup, but she grabbed my head and kissed me back hard. Her tongue dancing over my lips. 

“I wish I could come with you,” I said, pulling away and holding her hands, sitting on the edge of her bed in my t-shirt and jeans, the opposite of a sexy Halloween costume. Unless my costume was “awkward dork who enjoys making his girlfriend cum until she can’t”. She looked down at me and adjusted my glasses. They’d gone crooked during our kiss.

“You need to be a good boy and finish your paper,” she said, dragging her nails through my hair as I rested my head on her chest, her skin warm against my cheek. “And maybe, if your paper is done when I get back,” she purred, her voice changed, her hand suddenly between my legs, “I can give you a treat.” My body responded instantly to her touch as it always did. That deep pulsing ache that transcended sensation and entwined with lust and need and passion.  

“Fuck!” It was involuntary, a half groaning growl. Something feral awake in me. In control of me. 

“Here’s a little preview,” she whispered directly into my ear, “to make sure you stay…focused while I’m out.” I felt her hands undoing my belt, button, and fly. I felt her fingers sliding under under the band of my boxers and pull out my cock.

“Yes, baby girl. What makes you, mmmm, think I’ll be able to focus on anything with you on my mind,” I said, staring into her eyes as she grinned up at me, her hand working slow and firm. Suddenly, she turned and reached for her ice water on the table next to the bed. She kept her eyes on me as she took a small mouthful of ice water, bent low over me and wrapped her lips around my cock, still rigid in her hand. My hips jerked and I curled my fingers into the blanket. None of it was by choice. I don’t remember if I groaned or just gasped, but I’m sure I made a sound. It was an insane sensation, warm and cold at the same time and very wet. I felt water falling down my shaft, icy around my balls and soaking into my boxers, as she slid her mouth up and down me. Maybe it was the makeup or the lighting, but there was a gleam in her eyes. She knew she was giving me something I’d never had before. Something new. There was pride there, in her eyes, pride and an animal lust. I watched her know, in that moment, exactly how fucking sexy she was. Exactly how easily she could make me lose my mind. I watched her savor it. 

“Holy. Fucking. Shit!” I said hoarsely, my words gone, as she pulled her mouth off of me, swallowing the last of the now-warming water. She kept her hand on me. Her warm fingers curling and stroking as she reached for the ice water again. I was reaching out to touch her, stroke her hair, when there was a loud knock at the door.

“Coming!” She shouted towards the door, then, quietly to me as I hurried to try and cover myself. “And you will be soon if you get that paper done.”

I don’t know how I managed to calm down. I don’t remember opening my laptop. I don’t remember writing. I do remember how hard I was, feeling the wetness in my boxers. Remembering the feel of her lips and tongue, the icy cold of the water. Somehow I managed to finish my paper on auto-pilot in an hour. Lana was gone an hour and a half. That half-hour was six years. I kept peeking out into the hallway. Carefully, I didn’t want her to catch me and see how eager I was. 

When I finally heard her giggling and saying goodbye to her friends outside the door, I flopped onto the bed, the picture of nonchalance.

She opened the door just enough to slide inside and arched an eyebrow. “Well, have you earned your reward, my pet?”

“I believe so, mistress, my paper is finished. I’ve been ever so obedient to your commands.” I said, going for earnest, but falling into laughter at the end. Despite the playfulness, I was already throbbing. Aching for her. 

“Then you have earned your reward,” she purred, dropping the bag and walking towards me with exaggerated sway in her hips. Stopping just in front of me with her hand on her waist. “Disrobe.”

I did. Standing and taking off my clothes, keeping my eyes on her. We were both smiling at first, but our smiles faded. We were smoldering for one another. We could both feel it. 

For her part, she watched me and carefully pulled off her panties, having to work a bit to get them off over her boots. I could see that her nipples were hard against the tight fabric of her top. I was hard. 

“Lie down,” she whispered, pushing my chest back as I sat. When I was flat on my back, she pounced. All 5’2” of her lunging on top of me, her cape fluttering behind her. She straddled me and, reaching down, grabbed my shaft and guided me inside of her so quickly it caught me off guard. She was already so wet.

“Already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, mistress?”

“I’ve been thinking about this since I left,” she moaned, seeing my wide-eyed expression, and starting to rock her hips. We were already moving quickly. She ground down against me, her hands on my chest as I thrust up into her. Needing to feel one another. Needing to strain against each other. The dam breaking.  

I slid my I hands up over her tits as she rode, ripping back the fabric so I could get to her. Pressing my palms and feeling her nipples hard against my skin. Her head was back, mouth open, moaning hard against me. I moved my hips harder, bucking up to meet hers. Our bodies came together frantically. A frenzy of passion. Unleashed. I was already so close to cumming. I could feel my cock twitching as she clenched around me. My hands closed around the backs of her thighs, feeling the pattern of the fishnets.

“Ohh gooodddd. Ohh fuck, baby this is so fucking good,” she gasped. “Fuck me! Don’t stop. Fuck me just like that!” I reached my hands back to her ass, under the pleather skirt, pulling her onto me as she bounced.

“Right fucking there, baby. Holy fuck! Take that cock for me. That’s it! Ride me!” I was gasping, sweat running across my chest.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” she was almost screaming now, Her hips working hard against me. Digging herself into me, as I buried myself in her. I watched her face. The gorgeous strain in her neck, her eyes. Her tits were bouncing with every thrust. My back arched under her.

“Ohh god, I’m going to cum soon, baby,” I gasped.

“Me too, oohh fuck, me too. I want you to cum in me. Will you cum in me?”

“Unnggghhh. Yes, fuck yes! I’m going to cum in your pussy, baby girl. Make me cum!” I growled, barely intelligible, feeling myself about to explode. Suddenly she leaned over and I saw her grab the plastic teeth as she shuddered on top of me.

“Ohhh baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, cum now! cum now!” She moaned, her mouth next to my ear. I groaned, eyes half closed thrusting hard against her when she leaned down over my neck, the plastic teeth in her mouth and bit down. Hard.

“Mmmmm. Ahhhhhh.,” she moaned and her grinding changed, became deep shudders as she came on my cock. The pain was wild as she bit. I thought for sure I was bleeding, but I didn’t care. The pain, the pleasure, her body on mine, writhing. It was perfect. 

“A. Fuck! Unnnhhh. I’m fuck…mmm…I’m fucking cumming!” I came hard. My cock twitching inside of her, filling her. I felt her unclasp the teeth from my neck and she rolled off of me. Taking the teeth from her mouth as she trembled, quivering next to me. When she could move. When she could touch again without her sensitive skin making her gasp on contact, she rolled back over to me. She draped her leg over my waist, her head on my chest. I watched her purple shadowed eyes as she stared at me while I tried to catch my breath.

“Did you like your treat?” She whispered.

I smiled, still gasping, not quite able  to talk, and nodded as my chest rose and fell with her head on it, like she was riding a wave. I felt something warm trickle down my neck. I assumed it was sweat. And then I saw her see it, her eyes wide for a moment before looking at me, all earnestness and concern in her face. 

“Shit,” she said, ”you might be a real vampire now, my pet”