Mesmerized by the sight of her lips laving my breast, Billy stepped forward with his hand extended. My thighs parted of their own accord. I felt caught up in the undercurrents of Pandora's power, helpless against whatever seductive weapons she'd wield. Yet I'd never felt my own strength more keenly. Tripplehorn teased at the curls above my cunt as though caught up in the novelty of such adornment. When I raised my foot to the second step, opening myself, two inquisitive fingers accepted the invitation.
My wanton moan echoed in the stairwell. With my head bumping back against the wall and my hips thrusting forward, begging for more, I'd become a hungry target for their attentions-ravenous for all the passion they could serve up. Pandora suckled, drawing my nipple between her lethal teeth until my blood thrummed. Billy, meanwhile, watched in awe as the touch of his finger pads nearly sent me to the ceiling. He'd barely parted my nether lips before the warm wetness began oozing out of me.
"Can you smell her heat? Her need?" Pandora whispered. Her breath fell warm on my breasts, making them pucker with goose bumps. "Can you feel the excitement mounting inside her now? Stroke her slickness, Billy. Kneel between her knees, to see what you've only thrust at in the darkness before."
His smile made me weak. Not only did he kneel, he let his tongue linger on my skin all the way from my breast along the my side until the curve of my hip drew him inward. With a lusty chuckle he thumbed my lips open, and then parted them wider, inhaling me.
"So warm and wanting," he murmured. "I can see the pulse making her hole quiver. Makes me want to stick my cock-"
"Too bad you don't have one," Pandora chided lightly. With a swish of her hips, she shoved him aside. "And until you learn to put Andrea first, I get her all to myself. You just get to watch. And wish for it."
With that, the beguiling vampire crouched between my legs and parted them farther. As if I weren't feeling open and exposed enough, she then caught the inner ridge of my curls between her fingers and tugged at my lips. She sucked air, anticipating. And then, with a restraint that made me want to thrust against her face, craving her touch, she circled the sensitive, slick skin with just the tip of her tongue.
I bucked, crying out. My fingers again found her head, urging it forward, but Pandora was a woman of iron will and she'd been this sort of a tease for centuries: I was no match for all the ways she knew to drive me insane while appearing to remain utterly collected herself. Slowly--ever so lightly!-she lapped at my inner folds, occasionally gazing up to gauge her effect.
My eyes met hers and a surge of raw passion struck like lightning. I writhed, wishing to evade the purposeful invasion of her tongue-the inevitable baring of my very soul as I begged for more, for completion. Yet I was powerless in her grasp, there against the wall of the house that was hers in every way. I was panting. My hips and thighs strained against her fingers as the heat spiraled inside me.
Then Pandora backed away. The mere inches between her face and my aching flesh made me feel suddenly bereft, suddenly desperate. When she lifted my leg higher, so my foot rested on the next step up, I wondered if I'd be so stiff when she finished that I'd never walk again.
Yet taking flight makes walking so inconsequentiaclass="underline" extending her tongue into a dainty yet wicked pink tip, Pandora advanced toward my open hole with excruciating slowness. I wiggled against her relentless hands, squirming with need and anticipation like I'd never known. And before she so much as touched my clit with that brazen, curled tongue of hers, I was howling with my climax. Like a Banshee I wailed, and when that wayward vampire finally made the lightest of contact, I lost all control of myself.
Billy dove in then, and for the next tortured moments they were both lapping at me, running their hands over my bare body-to keep me earthbound, no doubt. Two mouths teased the ticklish skin of my thighs; two tongues dueled for the honor of tasting my nectar. Two dusky heads bobbed between my legs until Tripplehorn caught Pandora in a deep kiss that spread my wetness over both their faces.
A sly laugh made me open my eyes in time to see Billy sprawling backwards, to land on the floor in an ungraceful splay of arms and legs.
"Sorry, sweetheart," the vamp teased. "Andrea's got me hot enough to boil over, so you'll just have to observe while I sate myself. I'm going to hump her like a bitch in heat, Billy. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
With that inexplicable speed that defies the eye, Pandora mounted my thigh-the one that supported me from the floor. She deftly parted her own sex lips, until I felt her wetness against my skin, and then she rubbed against me. Stealthy fingers slipped up my cunt, and I had to clutch her to keep from losing my balance. Quickly, madly, slickly she rode out her desires, her breath escaping in little gasps as her eyes closed with impending need. As she palmed and prodded me, I felt another quake in the making, and together we breathed the siren song only two women of like mind can sing.
And sing we did, until we had Billy groaning for release, as well. I remained in a sated haze, barely able to notice that he still had no cock, to speak of.
"Dammit," he snapped, groping at his balls and the fat nub that refused to grow hard. "This isn't funny, Pandora! You know how badly I want to satisfy Andrea, yet-"
"You may lick us both clean now," she replied demurely. "Then I'll decide if you're deserving of her."
Defiance flashed in Billy's dark eyes but he bit back a retort. He was learning! And he was wise enough to service Pandora first, after choosing between the two pusses that gaped at him from a couple steps above. I have to say it gave me a surge, watching that handsome young man take a lesson from a mistress who always called the shots. Her sigh at the first touch of Tripplehorn's tongue made me long for him, yet it was obvious I, too, would have to wait my turn. As the raven-haired vamp fell back against the wall, she opened to him and began to pant and moan, thrusting her lush hips against his whiskey-colored skin.
"Yes…oh yes, Billy," her sibilant whispers echoed in the stairwell. "Tickle me with your tongue! Tease my clit with just the tip of it-like that! Oh God, yes!"
Spurred on by her lavish praise, Billy pulled back so the touch of his tongue would remain a quick flicker. His hands, so large and powerful and dark, made an edgy contrast to Pandora's pale thighs. He lapped eagerly at her wetness, even as we all realized he was only creating more-even as we all knew he had become addicted to her taste and the pungent perfume that wafted around us in the dim hall. No doubt he was caught up in the spell the wily vampire had cast, but from where I stood, close enough to feel their shimmering heat, I could tell Tripplehorn was as captivated as any man would be by such an provocative woman.
Pandora's hips quivered. Her eyes closed and her jaw went slack with abandonment to the pleasure delivered by her young lover. What a sight she was, with her round, pale breasts swaying beneath the cascade of midnight hair that fell over her shoulders…with stomach muscles that tensed and thighs that tightened every time they felt the spiraling of new need. She was so lovely-more beautiful than I could ever hope to be, although painted with a palette too pale for mere mortals. Ethereal, that was the word for her. Ethereal and impassioned.
And yet my envy was nothing compared to my lust. Lord, how I wanted Billy to be lapping at my sex! How I wanted him to sigh over me with the same eager hunger I heard in his breathy exclamations. Could he feel the way Pandora faded in and out now, fully fleshed one minute and then appearing as a body composed of separated, transparent cells the next?
Her whimpers escalated. Then her cry reverberated in the stairwell, and Pandora gave herself over to her orgasm. She was slapping the wall, gasping for breath, yet one lovely hand slipped into Billy's thick hair to hold his head in place. On and on she went-or came, as it were-until the rivulets of juice shone like rivers in the moonlight, flowing down her thighs to drip on the wooden stairs.