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  Ben raked his eyes over me, his cheeks flushing red. “Holy shit. You’re...like a model. Six pack and all.”

  Vampire perk. We’re all kinda hot. I gave him a little flex and wiggled my brows.

  “I do not have a six pack. Fair warning,” he gave a nervous laugh, his hand landing on his stomach. I kissed him again, backing him up until he pressed against the kitchen island. My hands were all over him, shamelessly groping his chest and arms before finding handfuls of his ass.

  “I want you,” I whispered between kisses. “Badly. Bedroom. Please. Or we’re doing it in your kitchen.”

  “That’s unsanitary,” he managed between my assault, leading his towards the room I requested. There was probably more amazing movie memorabilia all over the place, but I completely missed it. I was obsessed with getting Ben naked and getting my mouth on his skin. The salty, musky taste of him made my fangs want to extend, but I kept them in check. The last thing I wanted was for Ben to get the wrong kind of poked and out myself as an undead killer.

  That was more of a third date thing.

  He tasted heavenly. Every single inch of him was dessert with cherries on top. His cock was thick and slid perfectly down my throat, his hand tangled in my hair the entire time. I love it when a man makes noises, and his were sinful and buttery each time I did something he liked. Damn, he was fun, like a puzzle you had to lick and suck to unlock.

  “Will you let me fuck you?” He was panting when he asked, his eyes hooded and gorgeous. I gave a slow nod, watching his grin spread over his lips so I could see his dimples punch in. He made quick work of getting a condom on, rolling it over himself as he settled back on his heels. Like a jerk, I teased the hell out of him while he was getting ready.

  Because it was fun to watch those pretty brown eyes widen as I slid my fingers into myself. The lube was beside the box of condoms, so I slicked myself up and started prepping so he could watch. I also liked to make noises, and did so with gusto.

  He liked it. A lot.

  I pretended to let him manhandle me onto my stomach. He was in no way stronger than I was, but I liked making him think he had the ability to flip me over.

  I had no doubt Ben knew his way around the bedroom with how he handled himself, but damn if that man wasn’t intuitive. He eased me back into his dick with almost agonizing care, making me beg him to go harder until I felt like I was going to fucking die. At first I thought he was just being too careful, but the cheeky bastard was just fucking with me.

  When he slammed home, I actually cried out in real pleasure. Like toe curling, back arched kinda pleasure. His big, warm hands gripped my hips and he went to town, only releasing one hip so he could burn one ass cheek with a slap.

  I spread my knees wider, letting him sink in deep and take me hard. I fucking loved how he felt. Each nerve in my body was firing off as I started stroking myself to his thrusts, keeping balance with my free forearm pressed into the mattress. Ben curled around me, his arm hooking around my neck so he could hold me in place as he fucked me.

  The sexy fucker whispered in my ear, moaning with me, licking my lobe as he drove into me just right. He shifted his angle, brushing against my prostate and made me mewl. Actually fucking mewl. I think I even went a little cross eyed.

  I tried to warn him I was close, but all I could do was whine and speed up my strokes to signal him. Like a damn champ, he didn’t move from where my sweet spot getting all his glorious attention. The pressure in my balls released and I spun over the edge, watching the white sparks behind my eyelids dance as I exploded all over his bedspread.

  Ben shifted back on his knees and grabbed both hips, his rhythm and flow gone to hell as he chased down his own climax with a shout. I could feel the warmth of his spunk filling the condom inside me and damn if I didn’t shudder. I would have love to feel that slather all over me.

  Maybe next time.

  Like a gentleman, Ben stepped off to dispose of the condom and bring me a moist towel to clean myself up before flopping down beside me. I rolled over and slithered around him, tangling our legs together as my head landed on his shoulder. He smiled against my forehead and he sighed happily.

  “I think I like Halloween,” I admitted lazily.

  “Yeah, it’s a pretty great holiday, isn’t it?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “I could go for some dinner. How about you?” He traced swirls into my shoulder blade and gave me goosebumps.

  “Sounds good.” I had pretending to eat down to a science. “Want to order something? I’m not big on clothes right now.”

  “Sure. Hand me my phone.” I followed his point to the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. I uncurled myself and climbed to the edge, laying on my stomach to reach over and snag his jeans.

  “Have I mentioned that I think I’m in love with your ass?” he teased behind me. I shimmied a little for him as I plucked his phone from his pocket. I turned it over in my hand and the damn thing flickered a light at me, stinging my eyes and making me wince.

  “Your phone is a demon.” I rubbed at my eyes and handed it to him after climbing back over and resuming my snuggling. He chuckled, the laugh vibrating through my head that rested on him again.

  “Pizza?” he asked.

  “Perfect.”

  I shut my eyes and let him order, smiling at the lingering whispers of our intimate dance through my body. All I could smell was Ben. Warm, citrusy, smoky Ben. And I was actually excited about pretending to eat pizza and maybe watching a movie before leaving.

  Yeah, Halloween is pretty great. Maybe we could watch a new horror movie. Seems fitting. Ben would pick something amazing.

  “Ha,” he said with a smile. “My phone took a picture of you because it thought you were trying to unlock it.”

  “Oh?” I said absently, not registering what he said right away. When my brain finally waded through the post-sex Ben fog, my eyes snapped open in alarm.

  But it was too late.

  Ben had the picture of me pulled up, staring at the phone with crazy sex hair and a scowl.

  With creepy, soulless, see through eyes that showed the Pulp Fiction poster hanging on the wall behind me.

  The room fell silent.

  I held my breath.

  “...What the fuck is up with your eyes, Vincent?” Ben asked, his own eyes wide as he looked down at my still on his shoulders.

  I managed a little, nervous grin.

  Guess third date just moved up to first.

  Fuck you, Halloween.

  The End

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  Maz here. Thanks so much for reading my ridiculous little story. This is actually the first time I’ve published a story in first person and I gotta say...I think I like it.

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