|.... as Alex soon learns|
But here it is, finally! Excerpt two of what I jokingly refer to as 'Vampire Rugby', as it is based on two cursed rugby players... and came about all because of a stupid, innocent comment I made to my wife one night.
This little scene occurs after Lizzie and Alex have spent their second night together. Lizzie's girlfriend - Victoria - who has spent the night with Jake, rings Alex with a little suggestion that he finds it impossible to ignore.
You can read excerpt 1 & get a little of the background right here...
As always, I have uploaded the PDF file of this excerpt, please feel free to download it!
Vampire Rugby (excerpt 2) - Bree Guildford
'Vampire Rugby' (unofficial title) - excerpt 2
Lizzie passed him his phone when it began to ring. He wondered who would be calling him on a Sunday, and hoped like hell it wasn't one of the coaches requesting an urgent meeting for some reason. He had plans for the day. Plans that involved the very sexy, very naked woman in bed beside him. One look at the caller display and he could see it was Jake. Frowning, he answered the phone.
“Hello,” he said, and was surprised when the voice on the other end was a woman's.
“Pretend it's not me,” Victoria ordered.
“I'm okay...” Alex responded, wondering why the heck Victoria was ringing him.
“That girlfriend of mine? Spank her.” Victoria ordered and Alex coughed.
“Why on earth would I do that?” Alex asked light heartedly, trying to not arouse Lizzie's suspicions (there were other parts of her he'd sooner arouse...).
“Just do it... trust me, you won't regret it, and she will definitely thank you,” Victoria replied, and then the phone went dead. Lizzie looked curiously at him.
“One of the boys being stupid,” Alex explained as he put his phone on the bedside table and Lizzie laughed. He was very glad she'd believed him.
“Boys will be boys, huh!” Lizzie exclaimed and he nodded in agreement.
Noticing the time, and realising neither of them had eaten since early the previous evening, he decided he should be a good host and at least cook for for his very special, sexy guest.
“Don't know about you, but I am famished” Alex remarked. “How about bacon and eggs for breakfast?” he suggested and Lizzie nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh god that sounds good. I don't suppose you have any mushrooms?” Lizzie asked, grinning when he nodded in response
“I always have mushrooms!” Alex replied, and was so very glad he did he had picked some up in the groceries!
“Want me to cook?” Lizzie offered. Alex shook his head.
“No, you are my guest, and it's my house, I can't expect you to cook! I would love it if you came out and kept me company though” he responded and Lizzie smiled at him.
“I'd love to!” she told him, and then they both got out of bed. Alex opened one of his drawers and threw her one of his t-shirts.
“No point getting dressed if we'll just be going back to bed,” he commented and Lizzie winked at him.
“I'd hoped that would be your suggestion, post breakfast!” she informed him and he chuckled.
“You really think I would rather be ANYWHERE else?” he asked, then added, “except in the shower, with you,” winking at her.
They went into the kitchen, and Alex couldn't take his eyes off her. He had given her a t-shirt of his to wear, and he was amazed by how sexy she looked wearing it. The way it clung to her curves and the way her nipples pressed against the fabric were one big tease for him. Given Victoria's short and sweet phone call, he found it hard to not look at her bottom, while wondering if what Victoria had implied was true, and Lizzie would enjoy a little spanking. Being that he was in a rather good mood, he was tempted to try it but wasn't sure whether it was appropriate or not, considering they'd only known each other for a few days. Surely something like that required trust, or at least being 100% comfortable with each other. Not that HE didn't feel 100% comfortable around her... he just wasn't sure if she felt the same. He had a feeling she might, but didn't want to assume.
Alex got the bacon, eggs and mushrooms from the fridge and put them on the bench beside the cooktop. When he turned around to get a frying pan out, he was met by Lizzie leaning against the countertop, with her bottom sticking out. It was almost as if she was asking for his hand to make contact with her ass. When he made his way past her to get the olive oil from the pantry, he made a point of running his hand across her bottom, and was sure he didn't imagine her sharp intake of breath at the contact. Grabbing the oil, he made his way back to the cooktop – again running his hand along her bottom as he walked past her – and again hearing a sharp intake of breath from her.
“Cup of tea? Orange juice?” Alex asked Lizzie.
“Um a cup of.. um, I'll have some orange juice.” Lizzie replied, when they made eye contact he could see that she was flustered.
“You okay?” he asked innocently and she nodded.
“Yea.. I'm fine...” she replied, not sounding it, but it wasn't in a bad way.
“Do you want anything else?” he asked, and she shook her head, but a look passed between them that suggested perhaps there WAS something else she needed.
“No, I'm good, thanks,” Lizzie replied smiling at him, appearing a bit more composed.
That was until Alex passed her to get to the fridge, and ran his hand along her ass again. This time there was no denying the intake of breath, and Alex began to think that maybe Victoria had given him some good advice. He poured a glass of juice for both of them, then put the OJ back in the fridge. Rather than walkng past her, this time he stopped beside her at the counter, under the guise of seeing what she was reading. When he placed his hand on her bottom and started gently massage the area, she let out a little whimper... it was one of the sexiest little noises he'd ever heard.
“What are you reading?” he asked and she showed him the store brochure.
“It's really enthralling stuff,” she commented, her voice sounding a little more high pitched than usual. Maybe due to the fact he was still massaging her ass?
“Maybe I can read it when you're finished?” he suggested jokingly and she nodded.
“There is a bit of a waiting list, but I guess it's okay if you sneak in before the next person on the list,” Lizzie replied, her voice sounding husky.
“Thanks for that,” he said sweetly then, not even realising what he was doing, lightly smacked her bottom and went back to the cooktop, but not before he saw her clench her fists together, and heard her let out another little sexy whimper.
After witnessing her reactions to her bottom merely being touched (and lightly smacked), Alex was suddenly very curious to see what her reaction to a proper spanking would be like, and toyed with the idea of doing it right there and then. He decided against it in the end, thinking that perhaps frying whilst spanking wasn't the safest idea, and that a kitchen probably wasn't a very sexy place to be spanked He tried to move the thought to the back of his head and concentrate on cooking... but that thought was never too far away, and it suddenly became hard for him to keep his hands to himself. When Lizzie turned around with her back to the kitchen island, he was quite relieved. There was no way he could touch her bottom if he had no access to it!
He did however have access to her boobs, and because of the teasing way her nipples were pressing against the fabric of the thin t-shirt, there was no way he could resist touching them. Stepping closer to her, he stood in front of her and put his hands on her hips and kissed her. He tried to keep the kiss as passionless as possible, knowing very well that if he kissed her with the hunger he felt, they would end up having very steamy sex, while his house burnt down around them. Finding it harder and harder to control himself, he gave in to temptation and kissed a trail down her neck and over the t-shirt, until his lips came into contact with one of her pointy, hard nipples. He started to suck the nipple through the cotton barrier, and when she groaned loudly, he realised that sucking her nipples was probably the stupidest thing he could do if he wanted to retain control, and not ravage the poor woman.
It was him who groaned next, upon seeing the wet patch of t-shirt, which made her nipple VERY visible to him. He knew he should step away and get back to the bacon, but it would hurt his OCD if she had only ONE wet, see through patch of t-shirt, so risking everything, he moved his mouth to her other nipple, and sucked long and hard. Lizzie moved her hand to the back of his head, as if to hold him in place, and he groaned against her nipple. He knew he was a lost cause. Breaking the contact, Alex coughed and gave her a pained, flustered, desperate look, before moving back to the cooktop to try and concentrate on not completely destroying their breakfast.
But concentrate he could not. Not with her standing there. She wasn't even standing beside him, or really making her presence known. But he KNEW she was there, and couldn't take his mind off the myriad of things he'd love to be doing to her, right there and then in his kitchen. No. They weren't things he would love to be doing to her – they were things he desperately HAD to do to her One thing in particular he badly needed to do. Deciding to let his cock make his decisions, he turned off the cooktop and turned to her.
“There is only one thing I want for breakfast,” he said, as he approached her. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh really?” she asked, innocently.
“Yes. Something I've been wanting to taste for quite some time,” he replied as he pressed up against her, his hands on either side of her on the kitchen island, so she couldn't escape.
“What would that be, Mr Bradshaw?” Lizzie asked, again oh-so innocently. She was so good at pretending to be innocent.
“You know exactly what that would be,” he responded, locking eyes with her and licking his lips.
“No, no clue, sir,” Lizzie replied and shook her head.
“I am going to need to show you, aren't I?” Alex sighed dramatically and Lizzie nodded.
“Oh, you are...” Lizzie responded, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. Without a further word he put his hands on her hips and lifted her up so she was sitting on the island.
“Oh, you are...” Lizzie responded, the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. Without a further word he put his hands on her hips and lifted her up so she was sitting on the island.
“May I suggest you lie back,” Alex suggested and she did just as he asked.
He could not prevent the groan that escaped from his lips as she slowly let her legs fall open, almost in slow motion. His eyes were glued to her pussy, and almost bugged out of his head as her pussy lips parted, and he could see she was already glistening with wetness. His plan had been to do it slowly, to tease her, to almost make her beg for his tongue, but upon seeing how wet she was, his plan changed dramatically. Leaning down slightly, he inhaled deeply and shuddered as he caught her scent... so womanly, so enticing.
The moment his tongue made contact with her wet folds, Alex KNEW he'd made the right choice. Bacon and eggs were nothing compared to the deliciousness he was currently experiencing. Rather than being slow, and working her gradually toward an orgasm, he found he couldn't control himself, and began to lick her pussy hungrily. He lapped his tongue up and down her pussy, increasing the pressure with each stroke, making sure to focus on her clit when his tongue made contact, before licking back down to her hole. The way she cried out whenever he dipped his tongue inside her hole made his cock twitch and throb. Each time he dipped his tongue back in she was even wetter, and the more he tasted her juices, the more he needed to taste them. He wondered for a vague moment if he'd died and gone to heaven because in that moment, life was pretty much perfect. He'd always loved the taste of a woman but Lizzie was by far his most pleasurable oral experience he had ever had, and he hoped there'd be plenty more to come.
Then he remembered her girlfriend and their committed, long term relationship... and the fact that that wasn't very conducive to him being able to taste her a thousand more times.
He was stirred from his thoughts, by a loud gutteral moan from Lizzie, and the feeling of her fingers linking with his own. He smiled against her pussy, glad that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, and that she wanted the extra contact with him. Soon one of her hands let go of his and she moved it to the back of his head; suddenly his mouth was more firmly against her, and her hips were bucking against his mouth. He wanted to make it a lengthy, pleasurable experience for her, but the more he licked her pussy and tasted her wetness, the more carried away he became and as she began to scream and dig her fingernails into his hand, while pulling at his hair, he realised she was getting very close. Part of him wanted to slow right back down - but he couldn't do that to her – or to himself.
He licked her clit harder and faster, making sure to keep it steady... her screams became louder and more high pitched, when he began to feel her legs closing, he knew she was almost there, so began to lick fasterstill. He was immediately rewarded by her screaming loudly as her orgasm hit, her thighs trying to clamp together, her hips raising up off the island, her hand pushing firmly on the back of his head as her fingernails dug deeply into his arms. When her whole body went limp, he gently kissed her pussy and inner thighs while stroking her hand, which was still in his, then raised his head and looked at her. He smiled and she smiled back; it was a very drunk smile, the type of smile that told him she was orgasmed out and very blissfully happy.
Alex took both of Lizzie's hands in his and pulled her to a sitting position, then putting one arm under her legs and another behind her back, he picked her up and carried her back through to the bedroom. Breakfast could wait, all he wanted to do now was hold this amazing woman in his arms, while she recovered from what had appeared to be a rather intense orgasm. Smiling at her, he then kissed her gently and placed her on the bed, climbing in behind her so she had her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and heard her sigh happily, then lay there holding her, smiling to himself... while trying to forget the fact she was actually someone else's, not his.
Lizzie snoozed in his arms for half an hour, but he was much too wired to sleep. Not to mention more than a little horny. His mind kept going back to the brief phone call with Victoria, telling him to spank Lizzie... he had never ever thought about spanking a woman, because it wasn't something that HE was interested in. But when he thought about Lizzie's reactions to his very gentle teasing earlier, it stirred something deep inside him and he felt compelled to follow through and find out just how horny a little spanking could make her. But he had no idea how to really go about it. Spontaneously? Talk to her about it first? How would he know how hard to do it? What if she really didn't like it? What if he did it wrong, somehow?
He heard Lizzie let out a quiet whimper and realised he was rubbing her bottom again. Obviously the spanking thoughts had gone straight to his hand and it seemed she was liking it. Was now the time to test out the spanking theory? At least if she didn't like it, or if it offended her for some reason (though he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case), she could get up and leave and they wouldn't have had months worth of connection, destroyed. But what if he DID spank her and she decided to leave and it ruined the potential for future months of connection building? It was tough, and wasn't exactly something he could ask anyone for advice about. Except maybe Victoria, but that might be just a little weird... although, she'd been the one who suggested it, so he came to the conclusion that she probably wouldn't mind.
Alex continued rubbing her bottom and Lizzie kept letting out her little whimpers, the sexy little whimpers that caused his cock to stir and his blood to heat up. Finally he lost his restraint and decided he had to do it – he HAD to spank her - he was far too curious to find out how turned on it would make her. Moving back a tiny bit, Alex removed his hand from her ass, and then brought it down gently. Lizzie arched her back and whimpered. Again he moved his hand from her ass, and brought it down, this time not quite as gently. He was rewarded with a loud whimper. The next time, his hand came down harder, and her whimper grew louder... and he found that as she was grew louder, his cock grew harder.
When he brought his hand down on her ass the next time, he did it harder than he'd meant to – but Lizzie let out a loud moan of pleasure – indicating to him that perhaps harder was better. Again his hand came down hard on her ass and her moan was louder, slightly more high pitched, and he noticed that her breathing was coming faster. Lizzie pulled the blankets off her, as if to give Alex easier access to her ass... and oh... how he loved that. He soon learnt that bringing his hand back further meant he could bring it down harder, which resulted in louder moans from her... but it also resulted in a new response – she began bucking her hips.
When he realised how much she was enjoying it he decided to stop worrying about doing it too hard and just followed her cues. When her moans turned to shrieks he knew that he was doing it perfectly and didn't alter the force with which he was spanking her. He made sure his hand was making contact in the same spot each time, stopping after every few contacts to rub her bottom a little. When she started to grind her hips and writhe around he began to miss the red handprint target that had developed on her ass. He had never been witness to anything sexier... the extreme hardeness of his cock was proof of that.
Lizzie unexpectedly turned so she was facing him and then pushed him onto his back. He was worried that she had had enough, but the look in her eyes told him that was not the case. When she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his cock, he began to understand why she had changed position. If she was on top, she could have him inside her – and he could spank her at the same time.
What a revelation THAT was! The first time he spanked her while he was inside her, he gasped as his cock was clenched with an iron grip. He spanked her again, harder, and the same thing happened, causing him to let out a loud moan of his own. And so it continued, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, he'd spank, she'd clench and grind, spank, clench and grind, spank, clench and grind. Her pussy was so amazingly wet that it felt like his cock was shrouded in silk. She was so incredibly smooth and he really had never felt anything so... he couldn't even find the word for it.
Alex was not surprised when his orgasm began building up, and was glad that it appeared to be coinciding with hers. After all the work they'd put in, it only seemed fitting for them to cum together. She continued riding him hard, while he spanked her hard, and as her shrieks became increasingly high pitched, he was grunting louder and louder. He felt her pussy starting to tighten so pulled her down hard and felt his cock hit nice and deep. After three thrusts/grinds, they both exploded into orgasm – both loud, both guttural, both going rigid against each other, as their orgasm lasted for what felt like ten minutes.
Then she collapsed against him. They lay breathing heavily, a hot, sweaty mess of naked, sexed out, over-sensitised, post-orgasmic bliss.
Afterward he had no idea how long it took for them to recover enough to talk, and when he tried to think of the space of time immediately post-orgasm, he found he had no recollection... it was as if he had cum so hard that he had blacked out.