Vegas Moon (10 page)

Victoria shot a glance at Jamison, before her attention landed on Tristan, and then back to Cindi. A wide smile creased her lips. “Ma cherie, you finally admit what we’ve all known for a long time now. You do care deeply about this young man.”

The look on Tristan’s face was priceless. Ultimate shock in the form of his mouth flung open and still remaining that way. She hoped her next words didn’t drop him to the floor.

“Minor correction, Victoria, I love this man.”

“About time you’ve admitted it, Cindi.” Jamison clapped and pulled Victoria into his embrace. “You’ve had this poor man acting like a crazy lunatic. I was starting to think that love was frying his brain.”

And Tristan’s face lit up like the sky on the Fourth of July.

Cindi slipped her hand into his. “We’ll see you four later tonight in the Quarter. As I recall, we’d planned dinner at Monroe’s.”

“Sounds good,” Jamison promised as he escorted Victoria and Mia down the driveway toward Victoria’s black Cadillac. Once he’d secured them both inside the car, he headed toward the white pickup farther down the driveway.

As the last of the gang drove away from view, Tristan and Cindi disappeared into the condo.

Tristan still hadn’t said a word, even as they climbed the stairs to their bedroom. But once they were secure inside the room with the door closed, he swept her into his arms and planted a kiss on her that made her toes curl.

“Wow…candy man…you’re taking my breath away.”

“The fact that you admitted that you love me in front of living beings took my breath away. I’m only reciprocating, baby.”

“I have another surprise for you.” Cindi smiled. “Are you game, lover?”

“I’m game for whatever you want to dish out.”

The surprise was sealed with a kiss.

As they freshened up for the newest excursion, Cindi made sure to keep where they were going a surprise. Tristan did try several times to trip her up, but finally halted his detective tactics when he must have realized she wasn’t going to give in and spill the beans.

Nope, no way. This was a place extra special.

And she couldn’t wait to get him there.

They’d reached the Dessert Erotica house at noon. Cindi pulled the Mustang borrowed from Victoria into the small parking space and shut off the car. Tristan didn’t waste any time in jumping out of the car. When she emerged, he was standing a few feet from the front door of the establishment eyes fixated on the huge fiberglass sundae. In the center of the perfectly shaped and flavor-colored ice-cream scoops was a naked female mannequin.

“Check out the tits on her.” His eyes were glued on the big-busted doll.

Just like a man, eyes to tits and bypass everything between.

“I think they’re fake.” She chuckled.

He gave her an incredulous stare and headed for the front door.

“What is this place?” The way Tristan asked the question, he sounded like a kid in a candy store.

His excitement got the best of her, so she divulged just a tiny bit of information, enough to wet his appetite.

“Well, lover, this is a place where women and men enjoy a little dessert with sex. A little sploshing.”

“Sploshing? Mmm…sounds enticing.” He kissed her cheek. Then licked the tip of her nose. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to try this out.” Tristan pulled her hand into his and pulled her toward the front double doors.

Cindi stopped them halfway to the front doors. “Hey, do you know what sploshing is?”

“Nope. But sex and dessert sounds like a winner. I’m ready to find out. Let’s go.”

Unbeknownst to her candy man, she’d signed them up for the noon decadent-dessert package. After the receptionist checked them in and Cindi paid, they were escorted to an intimate dining room off the main foyer.

The room was painted a soft coral color. A beautifully decorated table was in the center of the room with eight chairs around it. Two couples were already seated. Both men were in the chairs and the women with them were naked and sitting on the table in front of their respective man. Cindi had the option of the musical chairs buffet, but she wasn’t in the mood to share her man with anyone else again. She did have to admit though, the idea of four or more men eating her pussy did sound tempting, and the heat that traveled through her body just from the thought of their mouths on her, was beyond erotic, but she just would have to fantasize from now on because there was no way in hell her man was eating a pussy other than hers.

Cindi and Tristan didn’t waste any time taking their respective places at the table.

Within fifteen minutes the remainder of couples had entered and taken their places. The establishment’s owner and host for the afternoon, Jace Fleming, rang a small bell once everyone was settled into place. A few waiters entered with large bowls of cream, shaved chocolate, and cherries and set them in the center of the table. The women were then asked to present their pussies to their partners.

Oh yeah.

She probably shouldn’t appear overzealous, like some kind of sex feign.
Yeah right.
On second thought, Tristan knew her. The man knew everything about her when it came to her sexual appetite.

Without further thought on the matter, she scooted to the edge of the table, set her feet on the arms of Tristan’s chair, and opened her legs. Nice and wide.

He licked his lips with a hungry grin and winked. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby.”

The desire in his face sent warmth through her entire body. Curious about the other guests’ reactions, she did a quick survey to find them all donning desire for the women spread-eagle in front of them.

Tristan moaned low and steady and then gave her pussy a satisfying lick.

“Mmm, that feels so good, candy man.”

“Tastes it, too,” he replied.

She reached back and gathered a handful of cream to rub on her pussy. She’d no sooner rubbed on the dessert when Tristan’s mouth covered her wet center. His tongue lapped at the canal. She arched her back to give him more of her and then snuck another gaze around the table.

Heavy slurping sounds and moans filled the room.

Dang if it wasn’t sending her sexual need into overdrive watching these people get it on. She could add voyeurism to her list of attributes.

Tristan gave her one deep lick and then came off her pussy. “You taste so good. How about a little chocolate?”

Cindi reached back and grabbed a handful of the shaved pieces. Carefully she placed the chocolate between her swollen little lips.

“That’s good.” Tristan put his lips on her pussy and gently sucked in the slivers of candy. Then his tongue was probing her flesh again, and she prepared to reach orgasm for the second time today. She could only imagine that his cock was rock hard. She delighted in the thoughts of how Tristan was going to take her when they were finished with their visit here.

The hopefulness that he’d fuck her for hours held to her thoughts and made her body begin its glorious climb to orgasm once more. She knew the pleasure that Tristan could unleash on her body. The anticipation of the upcoming moment made her grind her hips against his mouth. Desire swept, she leaned her head back slightly right and closed her eyes briefly. They fluttered open and surveyed the area. Most of the men were playing with the tits of their women. One guy had both of his woman’s tits in his hands and was massaging the hell out of them.

Watching the others made her so wet, so horny. It made her want to throw Tristan on the table and fuck him twenty ways to Sunday.

Tristan slipped his finger inside her pussy, and that garnered a couple of moans. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

He pulled it out and then started finger-fucking her, sending her eyes fluttering closed. “More,” she whispered against the desire choking her.

“Most certainly.”

He knew how to make her feel so good. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he gave her another awesome tongue bath.

Another bell rang followed by the owner’s voice. “It has come to the end of our lunch. If you would like to stay and finish out your meal—with sexual intercourse—you are welcome to indulge. Otherwise you are free to exit the building. I hope you’ve enjoyed your afternoon delight here at the Dessert Erotica.”

With the owner out of the room and the door closed behind him, Cindi motioned for Tristan to enter her. The other guests were fucking like rabbits now, and just the sight of them going at it made Cindi want Tristan right here right now all the more.

“Your wish is my command, woman.” Tristan rubbed his cock once, pulled a condom from the bowl in the middle of the table and slipped it on. Nice and sexy. She’d never seen a man put on a condom with so much sexual prowess.

Show-off.

Then he mounted her and gave her the fuck of her life.

An hour later Cindi finished dressing, grabbed her purse and man, and then headed for the parking lot. As soon as they’d reached the car, Tristan pulled her into his arms.

“Thanks.” He kissed her cheek. “I love how kinky you really are.”

“Thank you, candy man.” She chuckled. “I mean, you were incredible in there. You made me feel so wonderful, truly special.”

“You are all kinds of special, woman.”

Self-assured, she laughed again, but this time the laughter started deep down in her belly, gaining momentum as it reached her mouth. “I am pretty kinky, huh?”

“You are the queen of kink. And I love it.” His breath caressed her ear as his lips trailed down her cheek to her neck. “I’m hoping I made you feel like dessert. You made a great pussy sundae.”

Damned if this man didn’t have a way of making her weak at the knees. If he didn’t stop the way he was pushing his body against hers, she just might have to flip him over the hood of the car and get them both arrested for indecent exposure. “And may I add, you know just how to eat a sundae.”

“I can eat a mean sundae, baby.”

“Yep. You can. Candy man, if we don’t get into the car now, I’m going to get us both arrested. Not sure I want to add ‘sex on the top of a car in broad daylight’ to a rap sheet.”

Her comment sent them both laughing as they slid into the car and headed back to the Quarter. This was definitely an afternoon she’d remember always.

Cassadaga, Florida

Three months later Cindi stood in front of the full-length brass mirror in Tristan’s room at the Stiletto House, zipping her leather shorts. She glanced down at her thigh-high boots. They were a perfect addition to the shorts. The sheer, red lace bra she purchased at Victoria’s Secret added a nice touch to her ensemble. After sliding a comb through her hair, she sprayed herself lightly with Midnight Pomegranate body spray and headed to the party.

When she’d reached downstairs, the party was well underway. Tonight was a celebration in honor of Jamison and Victoria. It was a coven introduction to Victoria, who happened to be the new woman in Jamison’s life.

The DJ had just made his announcement for all party people to make their way to the dance floor when Tristan came up beside Cindi and placed his lips on her cheek. “You look ravishing tonight, woman.”

I’ll be damned if he didn’t look just as good.

To her surprise, he had on black leather pants that hugged him in all the right places. His light-gray shirt did a nice little clinging number to his chest, and his unruly hair had the one stray piece that had fallen against his forehead making him all the yummier.

“Look who’s talking.” Cindi kissed him as she cupped his butt cheek in her palm.

He growled, a nice low sexy growl that made her want to throw him down on the floor and attack his ass. “Easy, boy.”

“Why? Easy isn’t my style, baby. You know that.”

Yes, she did know that. Just the thought of the rough things he did to her made her instantly go weak at the knees and moist between the legs. “You know, all this talking is making me awfully horny, candy man.”

They would most certainly be having sex tonight, lots of it. But now, they both needed to feed. Cindi glanced around the room. Immediately she recognized several psi and sang vamps mingling. Hungry for the pranic energy her body lacked, she surveyed the room a second and third time before her gaze rested on the man beside her.

And it became crystal clear who she wanted as a donor tonight.

She wanted him. To feed from him.

Would he go for it? They’d already worked through the idea of not feeding from each other, and now, well, now she wanted to feed from him more than she’d thought physically possible. After all the heartache they’d endured about the subject, she really shouldn’t lay this bombshell on him tonight. But she really wanted to share her life with him in every way.

His questioning, brown-eyed gaze studied her. He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. “What’s up? You’re a thousand miles away, woman.”

“I…I’m confused.”
What the hell kind of reply was that?

“You? About what, exactly?”

“Feeding.”

Now he cocked his head to the side and stared a little more intensely. “I know it’s been awhile since we fed, but I do believe it will come back to you.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to feed the way I usually do. I…I.” She was dancing around her desire like a shy little girl. Something she was not.

Tristan didn’t say a word. He stood there dumbfounded.

“I’d like to feed from you tonight.” There, she said it. “I need to feed from you tonight. Can I?”

A smirk shifted his lips. “Sure, baby, as long as I can feed from you.”

Tonight was the night. The night she was about to blow his fucking mind.

“I want you to feed from me, Tristan. Tonight, tomorrow, and every night.”

Before she could make another sound he swept her up in his arms and headed them toward the blood play room. Tonight would be a night they’d never forget, she was sure.

They were safely inside the room, tucked in a back alcove, when he spoke again. “You really want to do this? You know, if we do this we can’t go back. If we cross this line…”