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eBook by Ainsley & E. Cameron Stacy
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: At Quench Dating Services, you can experience a sensual night with a match that looks like the celebrity of your dreams--guaranteed, no fee, no gimmicks. They only ask that you give blood. Chere Richardson fantasizes about women. After her boyfriend proposes, she feels compelled to divulge her bisexual tendencies thus shocking him into breakup. Frustrated and lonely, Chere meets with her best friend, Adrianna, who is secretly a vampire. To help Chere realize her desires, Adrianna arranges a date for her through Quench. The date backlashes when scandalous photographs of Chere surface, igniting a firestorm of blackmail, jealousy, and investigations that could expose the truth about Quench. And the vampires behind the dating service will kill, not only a mortal like Chere, but even one of their own, to keep from being discovered.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2010
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Blake Ward marveled at his girlfriend as she bent over to pick up a piece of paper from under a student's desk. The classroom stood empty, but the body heat of the recently dismissed students lingered in the air. Chere's black skirt rode up, showing enough of the back of her stocking-clad leg to elicit a pleasurable sigh from him and a reflex in his trousers.
She frowned at the paper and set it on the desk.
"I bet your students have trouble concentrating with you in the room," Blake said softly.
She spun. A wide smile full of surprise parted her full lips at the sight of him. "You're back!"
Her cute little nose and freckles across its bridge drove him crazy like the first time he saw her. He walked forward and took her in his arms, inhaling her scent: a light floral perfume.
"I didn't expect you to come here," she said against his neck. "I thought you were coming over later tonight."
"I caught an earlier flight," he said, pressing her against his chest tightly and running his hands down the curve of her back. She hugged him and his lips found her mouth. They kissed and he pushed his hips against hers, making his longing for her obvious. For a moment she lingered there, but then she pushed him away playfully. "Blake..."
"All right," he said, faking a scowl. "I get it. No public display of affection at the school, right?"
"I have a new principal," Chere reminded him. "We haven't even met yet. What would he think if he comes by here and finds us..."
He flashed her a grin. "Gettin' busy on your desk?"
She peered around him at the open door. "Blake!"
"Sorry, Chere," he intoned, loving the sound of her name as he took his sweet time to say it: Shhhhheeeerrrryyy. "It's just been too long." He'd been gone for three weeks this time, working a case in Nevada that had consumed his attention for most of the past year.
She turned to her desk. "Everything must have gone okay with the negotiation since you're back early."
"It was fine," he said, trying to focus elsewhere than his tent. He had to stop thinking about ravishing her right here and now or getting out to the parking lot would be awkward, to say the least. He leaned back against one of the sixth grader's desks and crossed his arms over his chest. "Opposing council didn't like the pay out, but their goose was cooked and they knew it. Their client was smarter than her lawyers. She finally just agreed to it."
"Was your client okay with it?" she asked, her voice low, distracted.
Blake tore his gaze from her chest pressing through her bra and silk blouse, and he focused on her face. She was studying something in her planner. One hand held a pen to her lips, pulling down on the lower one slightly. Blake felt his urgency for her surge through him again. "As okay as she can be, what with the cancer. But at least her family won't go broke from the medical bills." Enough of that, he pushed off the desk. "Seriously, Chere, are you almost finished here?"
She lifted her head and looked at him, slid her gaze down his chest to the bulge in his pants, and smiled. "I was planning on staying for an hour or two, actually, to finish..."
"Chere..." he growled.
Her smile widened. "Okay, okay, I'm coming."
I can't wait to make you. And after the lovemaking, he'd give her the ring he'd bought at the little jeweler in Nevada. He'd gone a bit over his budget, but Chere was worth it. After nine months of dating, he knew she was the right one.
At home, Blake barely let Chere get in the door before grabbing her and pressing her against the length of his body, one hand wrapped around her neck, the other shoving her hips against the bulge in his pants. He clutched at her skirt, pulling it up, as she kissed him blissfully.
"You did miss me," she whispered.
"Every second," he said, pushing her against the door and grinding his hips against her. Her skirt slid up easily over her stockings, slipping up her thighs. He pushed back slightly to slide his hand up the inside of one of her damp thighs. He smelled her longing for him, thick and musky.
"You missed me, too," he said.
She gasped as his fingertip probed through the wet nylon. He pressed deeper and twitched it against her clit, evoking a low cry from her. She clutched him around the neck and lifted a leg to wrap it around his middle. "Make love to me," she whispered.
"My pleasure," he said. He lifted her and carried her to his bed. Decent apartments were scarce in Chere's neighborhood, so he'd settled for an overpriced studio. But he'd found having the bed in the living room made for the ultimate convenience. He spilled her back onto the mattress, and for a moment just stared down at her, sprawled with her skirt tangled up around her waist, soft thighs spread wide, the swell of her breasts straining the buttons on her blouse. She smiled at him slyly and kicked off her pumps, her legs on either side of his thighs. With one hand she started to undo the buttons on her shirt.
"Touch yourself," he begged, leaning down to slide her nylons down her legs.
She reached between her legs, gratifying herself and him. Each finger probed in turn and her hips lifted up off the bed so she could slip two fingers deep inside. She moaned. "God, you make me ache."
He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. She lifted her hips to let it drop to the floor.
Blake knelt between her thighs and pulled her cunt lips apart with his thumbs. She writhed as he lightly licked the surface of its slippery depths, tasting her with a feather touch.
Chere moaned, but her fingers scrabbled at her blouse buttons. She sat up to slip from the last of her clothes and he looked up at her generous breasts, nipples hard and dark on the porcelain mounds. Blake leaned forward and teased one with his teeth. She grasped the back of his head, moaning and forcing it deeper into his mouth. But he slipped from her grasp and slid down again, kissing her soft belly. And there he stayed for a deliciously long time, making her guess what his next treat would be. Then he finally glided down and flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue. She cried out, jerking her hips toward him.
"No," he whispered. "I'm going to make you want it."
"I already want it," she said, her voice husky. Her cunt flooded his fingertips, proving the point. He plunged his tongue inside her, delighting in the taste. She ground her slit against his mouth, moaning in time with his tongue. He dipped a finger into her wet hole, adoring it. She cried out, thrusting against his hand. "Please, Blake..."
Blake buried his finger to the knuckle and she shoved against it, legs thrown wide, begging for more with her juices and moans. She squeezed her tits together, making the nipples push up at the ceiling.
He nearly blew all over the floor right then, watching her jiggling assets and feeling her pussy suck hungrily at his finger. A flood of her pleasure ran over his hand and he sampled it with his tongue, teasing her clit as he easily slipped another finger inside. Chere pushed against his hand and froze, and he worked her nub gently with his teeth as she cried out, starting the familiar rhythm that took her to orgasm.
"No. Not yet," he said, yanking his hand away. His cock strained at his pants, and he reached down to free it. When he thrashed the garment open, his erection was already peeking out of his boxer shorts. This was how excited Chere always made him. He reveled in it and stood to step the rest of the way out of his clothes. Grasping the base of his cock, he eyed her as if to declare how crazy she made him.
She sprawled before him, slit glistening, chest heaving. Her head rolled against the bed and she stared up at him, lips parted. "Please...fuck me."
"I want to fuck your tits first."
"Anything," she moaned.
"And then you can suck me," he said.
He gave her a sly smile as he reached down to rub her sopping pussy, spreading her white thighs even farther apart. She moaned deep in her throat, and writhed against his hand, her familiar musky need tingeing the air. He loved knowing how to drive her mad.
"And then I'll put it in you," he promised in a low growl.
That was all it took. She was his now, ready to please him however he asked, all to gain the reward of riding his hardness. Chere sat up and slid off the bed to her knees, letting her hands roam up his thighs to his scrotum. He quivered and moaned at her delicate touch. His balls tightened against the base of his cock, which thumped in anticipation. She positioned herself before him just so, taking her time, opening her mouth and merely breathing on the head. Now it was her turn for a sly smile. "Mmm..."
"I can't wait to feel you," he said. It was all he could do not to grab her head and plunge his cock into her waiting mouth.
She blinked up at him and rewarded his member with a flick of her hot, wet tongue, making him shout. He had to concentrate not to shoot all over her.
"God, that was hot," he growled.
Chere leaned forward and hugged her breasts together around his pole, and started to ride him. Her taut nipples rubbed his stomach and he reached down to brush one between his fingertips, drawing a gasp from her. She moved on his hard cock faster, smothering it with her pillowy breasts. In the past nine months, they'd learned to please each other without speaking, a pinch or a slap or a flick of the tongue had become a secret language: harder, or move there, or fuck me this instant. HHerEvery thrust, she bent her head down and lapped at his sensitive head with her tongue. Unable to hold back any longer, he slid his hand behind her neck and guided her to pleasure him orally. She took him deeply into her throat, rosy lips nearly to the root. The sweet sensation brought his juices into motion, but he held back by slowing her movements. Enraptured, he listened to her suck along the length of his shaft. Her tongue caressed him everywhere, and backed up to the head where her lips showered it in kisses. Her other hand worked her sopping mound and he felt cum build within him. He had to have it now, or he'd spray all over her face and down her throat. Tingling release inched its way up his long cock, stiffening it almost unbearably, and he knew he was out of time.
"Bend over," he whispered, his voice husky with need.
She looked up at him, smiling around the head of his penis, and sucked it tightly. He moaned and rolled his head back, unable to protest. Then the edge of climax abated and she turned toward the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her ass-cheeks apart. He ran his hand down the curve of her back, touching her as sculptor might admire a statue. She cried out and worked her hips against the bed. Her slit glistened in the dim light, dripping down one snowy thigh.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Do it..."
He barely needed to guide his erection as he plunged into her. At the first stroke he sank as deeply as he could, making her scream, "Don't stop!" He slid out and rubbed the head of his cock from her clit up to her ass, causing her to moan.
"Please, Blake, ple--" A yelp came from her as he dived into her channel again. He'd wanted to go slow, but he couldn't control himself as her slick walls gripped his raging passion. He thrust at her again and again, hard, quick, driving her against the bed. She screamed out, "Yes, like that, there..." And then he was lost within the white-hot whirlwind of his orgasm. She writhed beneath him, milking every drop as she came, and he let his weight down onto her. His dick slid easily around in her sopping cave, and she shuddered under him, each of her multiple climaxes signified by a shiver and another squeeze of his spent cock. At last, she fell still and sighed beneath him.
He kissed her shoulder. "I love you." Then they parted, gently, and crawled the rest of the way onto the bed. She curled against his chest and he hugged her close, reveling in the smell of their sex.
"I missed you," she whispered, before kissing his chest.
"So I gathered," he whispered back.
She shifted so that her cheek lay against his chest, and traced abstract patterns across his chest with her fingers.
Blake tried to relax. It had been a long day. But instead of slowing, his heart thudded faster. He tightened his arms around her and thought of the ring in his jacket pocket, dropped by the door. He hadn't even had time to put it on the nightstand or under a pillow so he could be graceful about it. He reached up and rubbed his face.
She shifted against him and sighed. "You must be tired," she said.
"No. It's not that."
She lifted up her head and looked at him. "Blake? Is something wrong?"
"No," he said, and he realized he couldn't wait another minute. Storybook romance be damned; they'd laugh about his nude proposal for years. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
She smiled uncertainly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah," he said, disentangling from her and rising. "Just stay there. Yeah, and close your eyes."
"I brought you a present...a surprise."
She smiled and shook her head, but sat up and closed her eyes. He stared at her for a moment, examining the curve of her waist, the gentle swell of her belly, her full red lips and her dark tresses curling over her shoulder.
He found the box in his jacket pocket.
"What are you doing?" she asked, smiling wider.
"Nothing, keep your eyes closed," he said. He walked back to the bed and sank down to his knees before her. "I hadn't thought...well...I thought we'd at least have clothes on, but..." He opened the box and held it up on his palm.
"But what?" she asked, before laughing.
"Open your eyes."
She opened them and blinked, meeting his gaze and then she blinked again at the box on his palm. She didn't move, just stared.
He checked the box to make sure it was still there, a two carat diamond flanked by emeralds to match her eyes, and he held it out to her. "Will you marry me, Chere Richardson?"
Her smile faded and she stared at the diamond, eyes wide.
"I...I thought you brought me a funny t-shirt or something," she said.
"Not exactly." His brows knit as she blinked rapidly. "Chere, what's wrong?'
"Nothing. Everything. Blake, we haven't even talked. This is just so out of the blue." She drew her knees up and pulled the comforter around her shoulders.
He shook his head, bewildered. "I don't need to talk about it," he said. "I love you, Chere. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I..." She looked past the ring at him as if she'd suddenly realized he was still there. "I love you, too."
"Then take the ring, for God's sake."
She took the box from him and cradled it in both hands, staring unblinking at it.
He rose, pulled on his jeans, and then sat down next to her on the bed. "Try it on, honey," he said softly.
She looked up at him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "It's not your taste. Well, we can return it. I'll get you whatever you like."
"No, no." She reached up and ran a finger over her lips. "It's gorgeous. It's not that."
"Then try it on." And say yes. Sickening fear began to swell in his belly.
She held the box back out to him. "I can't."
He took it involuntarily and then cursed his hand for betraying him. He drew in a breath. "Why not?"
She swallowed and tightened the comforter around herself. "I love you, Blake," she said. "I really do. But I'm not ready for marriage."