Part 5 (1/2)

”So? How big is it?”

The question startled him. ”How big is what?”

”Your c.o.c.k,” she said coldly. ”How big is it?”

”How big?” he repeated. He'd never had a woman ask him about the size of his c.o.c.k outside the bedroom. Well, Veelee had, the first time they'd met, but she was in a cla.s.s by herself.

”Yes. Or should I ask how small is it?”

That did it. Keeping his gaze on the road, he shot out his right hand, clutched hers in his and brought it to rest between his legs, over his c.o.c.k. ”Does this feel small to you?” Even as he spoke, he thought that when she told Tat of this, she'd probably throw a fit and try to slap him black and blue.

Instead of jerking away, her fingers closed over his c.o.c.k before sliding down to cup his b.a.l.l.s. A shock of desire shot through him at the feel of her hand on him.

”Hmmm. Nice enough, but I've felt bigger,” she said and pulled her hand away.

”The h.e.l.l you have!” he snapped. After a moment, he turned his head and found her watching him with a mischievous smile on her face. She was teasing him. A smile curved his lips and he laughed. Moments later, the soft sound of her laughter intermingled with his.

Still smiling, he turned his attention back to the road. So maybe he had misjudged this Dacoda. Maybe spending a few nights playing her man wouldn't be as bad as he'd feared.

”I shouldn't have done that,” he said after a moment.

”Don't worry about it,” she said. ”If you've fingered one c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s, you've fingered them all.”

Her response annoyed him. ”Really? Would you like to finger them again?” he challenged.

”Why not?”

He caught his breath as she slipped her hand down the waistband of his sweatpants and briefs to close her soft, warm fingers over his bare c.o.c.k.

She slid her fingers down to cup his b.a.l.l.s. ”Oh, very nice,” she said in a breathless voice. ”Very nice, indeed. I'm curious. Are all vampires so well-endowed or are you just lucky, Andrei, to be handsome and so deliciously well-hung?”

Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop his c.o.c.k from hardening and lengthening against her fingers. Tightening his left hand on the steering wheel, he pulled her hand from his briefs. ”If you want to arrive in one piece, take your hand out of my pants.” ”Your d.i.c.k is so hard. What's the matter, Andrei? You getting hot and bothered?” With his c.o.c.k stretching along one thigh, he swore softly. ”Don't play games with me, Dacoda.” ”Why not?” ”Because you won't win.” She responded by shooting her hand out to hover over his groin. He instinctively closed his legs over his c.o.c.k.

She laughed. ”Don't worry, Andrei, I won't take advantage of you-unless you want me to. And then I'll only do it if you ask me nicely. Who knows? I might even make you beg.”

He laughed. ”d.a.m.n, woman, you have a pair of b.a.l.l.s almost as big as mine.””Is that a compliment?””Yes...yes, I think it is.””Thank you.”He cast a quick look at her profile, noting her smile. ”My pleasure.”She turned and met his gaze. ”Why, Andrei, I think you mean that.”

”I do,” he spoke softly, deciding he liked the way she called him Andrei when most

people called him Drei. She settled back against her seat, still smiling. He turned his gaze back toward the road, a smile playing around his lips. ”Do you want to stop somewhere for a late night snack?” ”That depends. What kind of snack did you have in mind, Andrei?”

”Whatever kind you like,” he muttered, dismayed to find himself hardening again at her suggestive question. How the h.e.l.l did she not have a man in her life when she was so d.a.m.ned s.e.xy and totally uninhibited?

”What I'd like is to play with your c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s until you come.” He bared his incisors and shot her a quick, angry glance. ”You have no idea the pain a full-blood vampire in the grip of l.u.s.t can inflict on a frail, human body.” ”Why don't you show me, Andrei?” ”You keep playing games with me and you just might get more than you bargained for,” he warned. Her hand shot out and closed over his c.o.c.k. ”Who's playing?” she demanded. ”Get your hand off me-now!” ”Or what?” She slid her hand into his sweatpants and under his briefs. She curled her fingers around his fully erect c.o.c.k. ”What will you do if I refuse to stop touching this big c.o.c.k and heavy b.a.l.l.s of yours? You gonna tell big sister Tat on me?”

He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, sending the SUV speeding along the dark road, toward the nearest off ramp. He took the ramp so quickly, the SUV threatened to turn over. As the ramp ended, he pulled onto a dark street, stopped the SUV and turned to look at her, his eyes glowing, his incisors bared.

With her hand still clutched around his c.o.c.k, she stared wide-eyed at him. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. He leaned close to her. ”Take your hand off me.”

She deliberately stroked her fingers along his c.o.c.k and fingered and pinched his b.a.l.l.s before withdrawing her hand. ”No need to get nasty, Andrei.” Although her voice shook, she gave no other indications of being afraid of him.

”Don't you ever touch me again without my permission,” he warned. ”Or what?”

”Or I'll put a f.u.c.king on you that you won't ever forget!” ”That's not much of a threat, Andrei. What if I want to be f.u.c.ked?” He clamped a hand on the back of her neck and stared directly into her eyes. ”Are you insane, woman? Do you know who you're p.i.s.sing off?” She stroked a hand over his cheek. ”I suppose you know you're an extremely handsome male...even with glowing eyes and bared-what are they called? Incisors?” ”What the f.u.c.k does it take to scare you?” She pressed her thumb against his lips. ”Why should I be afraid of you? I know you won't hurt me.” ”How the h.e.l.l do you know that? If you're counting on Tat-” ”I know because you have kind eyes.” She smiled and stroked his cheek again. He pushed her hand away and moved back to his seat. ”Stop touching me, d.a.m.n it.

I don't like being pawed.” He felt her fingers stroking along the hair at his nape. To his annoyance, her touch sent tingles all along his spine. ”Stop that!” ”I think I'd like to f.u.c.k you, my handsome Andrei.”

”You think you'd like to f.u.c.k me? You are insane. I'm not your anything, and h.e.l.l will freeze over before I touch you or allow you to touch me.”

”I'm touching you now.” She leaned forward and pressed a moist, heated kiss against the side of his neck he felt all the way down to his toes. ”And I hear it's been getting alarmingly cold down in h.e.l.l lately, Andrei.” Her hand moved over him and then he felt her soft fingers circling his c.o.c.k again. ”I hear old Lucifer has taken to wearing a fur coat. So we just might be f.u.c.king sooner than you think.”

”What the h.e.l.l are you doing?”

She licked his neck as if it were a c.o.c.k. ”Hmm. You taste so good I could swallow you whole.”

”Stop it,” he gritted through his teeth, fighting a rising tide of desire.

”Why?” She nibbled at his neck. ”Doesn't it feel good?”

When he turned to face her, she pressed her lips against his. A jolt of l.u.s.t ran through him at the touch of her full, soft, sweet lips. She kissed him until he felt nearly lightheaded, all the while caressing and stroking his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s.

Unable to resist the wanton invitation of her lips and hands any longer, he groaned. ”You're not going to be able to walk for a week when I finish with you!” he growled.

She kicked off her shoes and tore off her stockings. He watched her panties fly over the back seat. Then, lifting her skirt, she moved across the seat and straddled his legs. She linked one arm around his neck. Closing her other hand around his c.o.c.k, she smiled at him. ”Walking is overrated.”

Heart racing and c.o.c.k fully erect, he stared at her, consumed with l.u.s.t but also angry that she had aroused him against his wishes. It was unbecoming of a vampire his age to be so easily handled by a human woman. ”You little wanton!” He gripped her hips and held her immobile as she struggled to sit on his c.o.c.k. ”What makes you think I want a little alley cat in heat like you?”

Her lips quivered and he knew his remark hurt her. ”You're awfully hard for someone who doesn't want me.”

”Listen, you silly little bi-”

She pressed her fingers against his lips. ”Please, Andrei, don't call me a b.i.t.c.h.”

He moved his head back, away from her fingers. ”No woman forces s.e.x on me I don' t want. And I don't want you!” He lifted her off his lap and back into her seat. He glared at her. ”You have pushed me as far as I'm going to allow you to. Now keep your a.s.s in your seat and your d.a.m.n hands to yourself, or else. And don't you dare ask me or else what, or I just might show you.”

She sucked in a series of quick breaths, wrapped her arms around her body and stared out the pa.s.senger side window.

He eased his aching c.o.c.k back into his sweats and briefs before looking at her.

A single tear rolled down her cheek. ”Take me home.”

”I'd like to take you and toss you off the nearest bridge,” he snarled and started the engine.

”Why don't you?” she challenged. ”I couldn't stop you.”

”Don't tempt me...b.i.t.c.h.”

She turned and stared at him, her dark eyes filled with tears. ”Does calling me a b.i.t.c.h make you feel like a man?”