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This is probably a really nice car. Unfortunately you don't have time to properly appreciate it, what with the fact that it's very dark and, you know, you just suffered quite a significant trauma.
So you just sit there in the passenger seat, trying to put your breath back down your body, while Sam sits patiently next to you.
Sam.
He'd hurriedly told you his name in a whisper as he'd cut you free from the ropes that bound your hands. You'd tried to scream it as a warning when your assailant approached from the shadows of the barn, but Sam's instincts had reacted before you had. In a matter of seconds, the guy who'd snatched you had had his head violently yet efficiently separated from his body.
"Are you alright?" Sam asks.
You look up into his face. And Christ, what a face.
"That guy," you begin, cause you need to know if you really did see what you think you saw. "He, um, his teeth - what was…?"
"He was a vampire," Sam says, like it's the most standard thing in the world.
"Because vampires exist?" You reply, incredulous.
Surely he'd just been some weird fetishist with a set of false teeth and some rope, right? But then, he had been crazy strong. And you'd watched those pointy teeth appear out of the dude's gums. No one could do that with prosthetics.
"They do," Sam confirms. And fuck it all but you believe him.
You swallow as the vision of Sam slicing off the guy's head with one swipe pops into your head again. It really shouldn't be attractive as a skill, but hey that's probably the trauma.
"And you're like, what, the vampire police?"
Sam chuckles. "Something like that," he says. "I guess I'm also the werewolf police, the demon police, the ghost police."
He looks right into your eyes.
"I kinda - get all the things that go bump in the night."
That breathing you'd successfully got under control? Well it's high in your chest again because god damn if this isn't the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on, who also apparently happens to be some kind of superhero that rescues people from monsters. Okay. Cool.
It's likely just the excess adrenaline, but right now all you can think about is straddling him right here and now in this probably really nice car.
“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” Sam asks.
You blink, and swallow, and try not to blush.
“Um…”
It suddenly strikes you that you have no idea where you are.
The guy - the Vampire for fucks sake - had knocked you out cold, and you’d woken up in an abandoned warehouse like some terrible B-movie horror cliché, but fuck knows how far you are from the diner you got snatched from.
“Where are we?” you ask, looking out the windscreen but seeing only dark trees.
“Bethany, Oklahoma,” Sam answers.
You feel your eyebrows shoot up. “Oklahoma?” you repeat. “Wow okay, that is not where I started my day.”
Sam chuckles a little. “Where are you meant to be?”
“Wichita."
“Kansas girl, huh?”
“No,” you answer, with a wry smile. “But I went to college there and stayed.”
“Right,” said Sam, nodding, but not asking anything else. “Well, it’s coming up on eleven, but I can drive you back there now if you want?”
“Are we not going to the cops?”
Sam stares at you, looking confused.
“Like, don’t we have to tell them I got kidnapped and that there’s a dead guy in there without a head?”
“Uh, no. There's no need to go to the cops. We operate outside of all that.”
“We?”
“I mean you can go if you want to, or I can take you to a hospital if you’re hurt?”
You pause for a moment, trying to get a beat on this mysterious - dreamy as all hell - dude.
“Are you? Hurt?” Sam prods.
You shake your head. “My head aches a little, and I’m thirsty,” you respond, “but no, I’m - I’m not hurt.”
“You wanna sleep?” Sam asks. “I’m staying in a motel about ten minutes from here if you wanna crash.”
Every sensible impulse you’ve ever had, and everything you’ve ever been taught about being cautious around strange men has gone right out the window, along with your belief system regarding fucking fairytale monsters.
“I could crash,” you tell him. “Thank you, that’s kind of you. Could I take a shower, too?”
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You look at your face in the mirror. Still looking pretty good, to be honest, considering all your makeup’s come off and you’ve been up for seventeen hours. Most of which have been spent in a state of distress.
What a day.
You went from being stood up on a blind brunch date, to being knocked unconscious, to being kidnapped, to being taken across state lines, to being rescued, to being naked in a hot stranger’s motel bathroom.
You don’t want to put your clothes back on. They’re filthy for a start. No one wants to wear clothes soaked in dirt and blood and traumatic memories. At least just standing here wrapped in a moderately fluffy towel, you can distance yourself from having to process what you’ve just been through.
But you can’t stay in here all night. If Sam’s weird about you having nothing on but a towel and a smile then he can just deal with it. Hell, maybe he’ll deal with it in the way you’d really like him to, but he’s probably too much of a gentleman. Hero vampire killers likely don’t take advantage of the damsel in distress.
You sigh, bemoaning the lack of a hairdryer, and open the door.
Sam’s sitting on the bed, but he stands up as you enter the main room. He smiles, but doesn’t seem to want to look at you too long. Bless him for having a sense of propriety to go along with the monster-murdering.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you say. “It’s nice to be clean. Didn’t wanna put my dirty clothes back on.”
Sam nods. “Fair enough.”
He clears his throat, and seems a little awkward for the first time that evening. It's adorable, so you take the opportunity to see if that means he's interested.
You take a step towards him, and slowly lick then bite down on your bottom lip. You see his eyes dart down to track the movement.
Got him.
"Sam?"
"Uh, yeah?"
You smile. "It's been a rough day."
You come to a stop just in front of him. He doesn't make any move to step back.
"Wanna take my mind off of it?" you suggest, brazen.
Sam licks his lips, but frowns. "Um, I don't wanna - take advantage," he tells you. "You're vulnerable right now and I don't wanna be that guy, you know?"
"I get it," you say, catching and holding eye-contact. "Just seems a shame to waste this chance."
Sam's breathing seems to be getting heavier, his chest rising more than it was before. You lower your voice to what you hope is seduction-level.
"Maybe it's the near-death experience," you add, "but I could really do with feeling a connection right now. We could turn a terrible day into an amazing night."
A few seconds of anticipation fizz in the air, and then Sam's resolve evidently snaps. He puts a hand at the side of your jaw and kisses you with a hunger that's verging on ferocity. It's electric. The bit of towel which you'd tucked in to keep it around you gets dislodged, and it falls to the floor.
You're totally naked and you feel a strange sense of power in contrast to your physical vulnerability.
Sam's hands trail down your torso as you kiss, and your skin tingles at his touch.
You pull away from the kiss, partly to breathe and partly because you want to look at Sam's beautiful face. You run the fingers of one hand down his cheekbone and across his lips. He nips playfully at the tip of one of your fingers. You smile at him, and then take your hands south.
You finger Sam's belt buckle, gazing up into his eyes, and he takes the hint. The belt clicks open and comes off in one smooth motion, and gets tossed to the floor as he loosens his fly and pushes his jeans down.
Then he takes your face in his hands and kisses you again, urgency gone, but passion still sizzling. When the kiss reaches a natural break, you grin at him and slide down to your knees.
Face-level with Sam's crotch, your eyes widen. It's no surprise that, given the dude is easily six four, he is proportionately well-hung. The shape straining through his boxers is both intimidating and extremely exciting.
You hook your fingertips into the waistband, lift his underwear over the erection you're proud to have triggered, and push them down to his ankles.
"Holy shit," you whisper, not really meaning to say it out loud.
You've never considered yourself to have a size kink, but fucking hell. Your mouth is actually watering.
Sam puts a hand through your hair, not pushing you to do anything, just a nice grounding touch.
You look up at his face. "Dude you're fucking huge," you tell him, like it's never occurred to him before.
He laughs. "I'm aware," he says, but it doesn't sound cocky.
There's no way on god's green earth that you're gonna get this thing all in your mouth, because you're only human, but you'll give it your damndest anyway.
Keeping your hands to yourself for now, you tilt forward and slowly open-mouthed kiss the side of the head.
Sam responds with a glottal sigh, so you do it again on the other side. Then you open your lips a bit wider to take in the whole bell of this giant cock. At the same time, you run your fingertips up the inside of Sam's leg. When you reach his balls, you cup them and roll them around in your palm a little.
You hear a gravelly; " Oh, god, " from above your head.
You swallow, breathe in, relax your throat as much as you can, and slide your mouth down his shaft.
You get further than you thought you would, and you're quite impressed with yourself. You repeat the action a good ten or eleven times before your jaw starts to seize and you need to take a quick break.
"Jesus," Sam breathes, as you kneel back, wiping your mouth. "You're amazing."
The compliment goes not only to your head but also straight between your legs. But you're surprised too; you haven't even pulled out any good tricks yet, poor Sam must really be hard-up for good blow jobs.
Giving him your best oh there's more where that came from smirk, you go back in, this time sucking his balls while you stroke his dick with one hand. You use your thumb to caress the glans, then you sweep it over the head, smearing precum everywhere.
Sam makes a noise of pleasure and surprise, so you double down and reach your head between his legs so your tongue can get behind his balls to his perineum.
"Aah, yes! Oh, shit."
You stay there for a while, licking happily, one hand still bent back over your head stroking his cock. You withdraw after a minute or so, sucking your way along his dick on your way back up to standing.
Sam is breathing heavily, and you would really like to see that chest free of clothing. So, you tug at the hem of his shirt, and he whips it off, giving you a brief view of the most gorgeous body you've ever seen in real life, before going back in for a steamy kiss.
His hands are cradling your head and neck, while you grip that smooth, toned waist.
You run your hands up his chest, circling your thumbs on his nipples before running your fingertips back down his ribs.
Then suddenly you're a bit off-balance, and you're not entirely sure how it happens because your eyes are closed, but you end up on your back on the bed.
Sam lies next to you on your right, running his hand up your side while he kisses you.
You hum your pleasure into his mouth, and you can't remember the last time you were this turned on. This guy is so fucking sexy, you can't imagine ever getting this lucky again, so you plan to fully throw yourself into this and enjoy it while it lasts.
He moves away from your mouth to kiss your neck, which drives you crazy . You moan involuntarily, which encourages him to stay there for a while. Meanwhile one of his hands has begun to caress your left breast, hard nipple rubbing against his palm.
You're writhing now, there's no other word for it.
Sam trails his lips from your neck to your other breast, and tongues at your nipple. It's more complicated than licking; you can't describe it but it's fucking great . Then he lightly presses his teeth down on that same nipple, and your pussy contracts.
"Fuck!"
You look down to see Sam smiling; bastard knows exactly what he's doing, and he meets your eyes as he runs a hand down between your legs.
You nod, beyond words, hoping he'll understand that that nod means holy shit please put your fingers in me otherwise I might fully die.
You gasp around his lips as he kisses you at the same time as slipping a finger inside you.
Too many guys just don’t understand the art of a good fingering. You’ve been with people who just piston in and out like they're cleaning a pipe, and of course there have been the ones who fucking dig around in there like they’re looking for diamonds inside your vaginal walls.
But Sam gets it. He really fucking gets it.
He’s slow, and he varies the level of pressure he’s putting into the periodic touches against all sides, and holy hell you are very, very wet.
Sam hums, and moves his lips from your mouth down to your throat. Your fingers are in his hair, and you start to circle your hips involuntarily.
You let out a breathy; “Oh god.”
Sam doesn’t give you any feel good baby? s or you like that sweetheart? s, which you’re pleased about, to be honest. If they have to ask you if you’re enjoying it, you’re probably not. Sam’s confidence in what he’s doing makes him even sexier.
“You feel really good,” he murmurs into the skin of your neck, and pushes a second finger in next to the first.
You whine in pleasure, and he kisses his way down your sternum back to your breasts. Then he starts doing that thing again with his tongue, the sensations of which are going straight to your clit.
He can obviously read your mind, because he takes his mouth off you, gently withdraws his fingers - which you’re missing terribly within half a second - and says; “I wanna taste you.”
All you can do is lie there, panting, and nod in agreement.
Sam smiles, something wicked in his eyes. “Wanna ride my tongue?” he asks.
You manage to connect enough brain cells to reply; “Excellent idea.”
Sam’s smile becomes a full grin, and he slides off the bed. He pulls you up to sitting by the hand, and then literally lifts you up like a fucking princess and puts you down gently on the floor. Fortunately you have enough defiant feminism in you to manage not to literally swoon.
“Here,” Sam says, and sits down with his back against the end of the bed. “Come stand in front of me.”
You do, enjoying the change in dynamic that puts you above him. He looks up, and licks his lips. He strokes his hands up your legs, not breaking eye contact. He slides one hand between your thighs and under one of your ass cheeks, and compels you to bend your knee and lift that leg. You put it up on the bed by his head, which in turn angles your pussy barely a few centimetres away from his face.
He places one soft kiss to your clit by way of invitation, and you take it. One foot on the floor, and one on the mattress, you start to rock your hips forward and back, gently riding his mouth. It feels fucking fantastic and you can’t believe you’ve never thought of this position before.
“Fuck. Oh, Sam.”
You were close to climaxing just from his fingers, and if you last more than a couple minutes like this you'll be amazed.
He moans into your pussy as he pushes his tongue inside you.
“Ah!” You have to grab his head to keep your balance, it feels too fucking good.
You start to fuck his face a little harder, and he is alternating between licking you out, sucking on your clit, and kissing your other lips with that gorgeous pout.
“Yes,” you tell him, a little breathless, leaning into the authority this position gives you. “That’s good, baby. Good boy.”
He responds to the praise by digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass.
“Mmmm, you like it, Sam?” you ask. “Like eating pussy?”
You hear a muffled sound coming from his mouth, which should not be as hot as it is.
“Yeah,” you moan, flexing your hand in his hair. “That’s right, baby, taste it, it's all for you.”
Sam’s mouth must be soaking wet, and you can’t distinguish between the feel of tongue and lips, it’s all so fucking glorious.
“Sam, I’m gonna come,” you tell him, orgasm having suddenly snuck up on you. “I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
He grips his fingers tighter, and presses his face into you even more, evidently pleased about the prospect.
You ride faster and faster, feeling the heat swell, until you finally hit that sweet point and you start shaking.
“Aaaah, ohhhhh, oh shit!”
You push right into his mouth until the sensitivity gets too much and you have to move away. You bring your leg down and drop into Sam’s lap. You start kissing him hungrily, wondering if it’s normal to like the taste of your own pussy on a man’s mouth. You can feel his cock, hard underneath your leg, and you’re absolutely desperate to feel it inside you.
"You have a condom?" you ask.
"Yes ma'am."
Thank God, Jesus, Mary, Thor, and every other benevolent deity in the skies.
“Good. Then fuck me,” you whisper against Sam’s lips.
"Yes, ma'am," he repeats.
You crawl up onto the bed, as Sam stands up. There's a hundred positions to choose from, but you knew after one look at that dick how you wanted to take it.
You wait, expectantly, on all fours, listening to the rustling and tearing which indicates Sam is sheathing that huge shaft. You feel a rush of anticipation.
You're close to the edge of the bed, meaning Sam can stay standing. You feel one of his large hands on your ass, and you arch into the touch, hoping to convey your enthusiastic consent to the impending penetration.
You're so turned on that you almost hit another orgasm as he slides inside you.
"Holy fuck," you breathe. Sam's girth and length are just this side of too much. He's pushing in slowly, and it's heaven. You were more than fucking ready, and there's no pain despite Sam being the biggest you've ever been with. Even bigger than your favorite toy.
You hear a low; "You okay?"
"Oh, yeah," you reply, as you take him in completely. "I'm good."
You adjust your body so that you're resting on your forearms, face an inch away from the mattress, while Sam pulls back to start thrusting.
He starts pretty slow, making you feel every inch. You're showing your appreciation noisily, and you hope your motel neighbors are enjoying their free porn.
"Oh, yes, oh god, Sam, Sam!"
He speeds up, squeezing your ass and thighs as his hips accelerate to what could only be described as 'pounding'. You and your pussy have never had it so good.
"Yes, yes, harder, fuck yes!"
The movement of your bodies is making your nipples rub against the sheet. You groan in bliss.
Maybe it's because of the batcrap crazy day you've had, but everything about this feels heightened. The sensation of having this man inside you has put you on cloud nine, body and soul. There's a clarity about the feeling, a laser focus of utter euphoria. The low sounds and gasps Sam is making are subtle, but every one of them rumbles right through you.
You straighten your arms to lift your body up again, altering his screwing angle. This would usually be the part where you'd reach between your legs to rub your clit, but you don't need to. Sam's cock feels so good, and it's so big, you're definitely going to get over the edge with no added external stimulation.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," you tell him. "Oh, god."
Six or seven more thrusts, and it's happening. Your body surrenders and you're coming on his cock. Your pussy's contracting and your skin is buzzing and then - Sam stops moving.
He holds you still against his body, strong hands pulling you in tight, fingers gripped in your hips, rock-hard dick buried deep, while you tremble and cry out through the longest climax you've ever had. It's like you can't stop coming. It's new and unreal and he's so full inside you. Being immobilized intensifies your orgasm in a way you couldn't have imagined.
As you start to come down, after-shocks making you convulse, Sam pulls out, and you collapse onto your front. You feel the bed dip as he crawls onto it next to you. You rock over onto your side and meet him in another rom-com-finale kiss. You run your hand down to stroke his still-solid and now saturated cock. He moans, voice cracking slightly, and Christ what a sound.
You shunt yourself backwards, giving him room to fit all of his giant frame on the bed. He lifts your legs up, your ankles against his shoulders, and pushes back in. You're sensitive and soaking wet, and he's so deep in you.
You feel slightly delirious as you gaze up at him. You put your hands above your head and brace them against the headboard, pushing back on Sam's dick.
Sam's chest and stomach are shiny with sweat, and he's toned and gorgeous and dear god it's all too much. You feel like you shouldn’t be letting him do all the work - given that he saved your life and all, he’s done enough today. But it feels so good giving him the control like this. The weight of him in and on you, it’s phenomenal.
You start to shake again. It's not another climax but it's close.
"I'm gonna come," Sam gasps.
"Yes," you breathe, as he releases your legs and drops that incredible body down over yours.
You've achieved a lot in life; there's a lot to be proud of, both personally and professionally, but suddenly your only goal in life is to get this man to the peak of ecstasy.
You wrap your legs around his back and put your hands in his hair.
"I wanna feel you come in me," you tell him.
He lets out a short staccato moan, and thrusts even harder.
"Come on, Sam, come inside me, baby."
You tighten your muscles around his cock, and pull his face in for another kiss.
He kisses back, groaning desperately, but breaks away as he nears the finish line.
“I’m coming,” he exclaims, words rushing out. “Fuck I’m, I’m coming, oh shit, aaaahh!”
He calls your name, which fills you with pride, especially as you assumed he’d already forgotten it.
You kiss his neck and shoulder as he releases a series of “hah-hah-hah” sounds while he comes down. He rolls off you onto his side pretty quickly, obviously aware of how heavy he is, but he doesn’t go far. The pair of you stay within petting distance for a good five minutes.
“Well, you were right,” he says, with a smile. “It would’ve been a real shame to miss that.”
“You were amazing,” you tell him. “Sometimes when guys are that hot, they don’t need to try, you know?”
Sam laughs. “God loves a trier,” he mutters.
"You were pretty awesome yourself," he adds, stroking his fingers through your hair. "You sure seemed to know your way around me."
You smile, proud to have given him a good time.
Sam reaches down to remove the condom, which is already mostly off, then rolls away to put it in the trash.
“Guess I’d better take another shower,” you say, eyes on his annoyingly perfect ass.
He turns around to look at you. “If we shower together it would save water,” he suggests, innocent tone belying the naughty glint in his eye.
“Conservation is important,” you agree.
Fifteen minutes later, as he’s holding you up against the shower wall and drilling you under the spray, you can’t help but wonder if being a vampire-killer gives you some sort of sexy supernatural strength.
You'll ask him about it in the morning.
After you've ridden him on every available surface.