Out of the Box 4 [On The Edge Series] Page 2

  After a few moments, Anando shifted, and I heard a quiet beeping noise. The mass of bubbles enveloping us decreased until the constant pressure had become a mild and constant tickling. I was suddenly hyperaware of every inch of my body where it touched Anando's and, even more so, hyperaware of where he was touching me. His right hand was playing over my thigh, his fingertips tracing delicate arabesques. I could feel them as clearly as though he had been tattooing me, and I was half convinced the curls and swirls would be there when I looked, clear black lines etched into my skin. On my back, his fingers remained still save for his thumb, which kept catching and tugging at the ties of my bikini top. He gradually loosened the knot until my top was floating along with the bubbles, held only by the tie around my neck.

  "Oops,” he said, but the smile I could hear in his voice wasn't sorry in the slightest.

  I opened my eyes, and the smile was there, devious and sweet. Inviting.

  For the third time that night we kissed, and once again it was so different from the other times, more playful, maybe. Or maybe it was just another kind of dance, our lips and tongues drifting together, following soundless music, like we had danced on the dance floor of On The Edge; like we had danced a very different kind of dance in Anando's bed.

  When we pulled back, I realized that Anando had taken advantage of my distraction to untie both my top and the sides that held up the bottom of the suit. I gave him a reproachful frown, which he answered with an innocent look.

  "I'll remember to get better quality, next time. These ties are really flimsy."

  "Indeed,” I said, playing his game. “What a shame that I find myself naked in your lap. At least you are still decent."

  In a flash, the innocent look became pure sin. Anando curled an arm at my waist, lifted me effortlessly, ripped off his trunks and brought me back into his lap. I shifted so that my knees rested on the bench on each side of him. His cock was hard, straining up toward his belly, and I took hold of it.

  "Have I ever told you,” I murmured, the heat already rising in my cheeks, “that you have a beautiful cock?"

  For a second, I thought he would laugh. Instead, his lips curved into the smallest smile, and he pressed them to my cheek, trailing a line of soft caresses all the way down to my shoulder. By pure reflex, I tightened my grip around his cock when he touched the sensitive bite wounds he had left on my neck. He responded with a moan and a light buck of his hips that drove his cock further into my hand.

  "Virginia,” he gasped, “I want you. Want to be inside you."

  His words sent a flash of need through my body.

  "Nothing's stopping you,” I replied, my words wavering much more than I would have liked.

  All he needed to do was lift me off his lap and onto his cock, so I was surprised when he made me stand. Without a word, he guided my hands to grip the edge of the tub, nudging my feet apart until I was open for him, bending just enough that the water lapped at my breasts.

  I barely had the time to get used to the position, and already he was behind me, hands gripping my waist tight, his cock sliding past my folds with agonizing slowness. He only pushed in an inch or so before pulling back, then in again. I tightened my hands and held my breath, unsure whether I wanted him to continue at that torturous pace, making me crave more of him inside me, or whether I wanted to push back and take him in, all at once, and finally feel him stretch me. He made the decision for me. Without warning, he thrust hard, moving deep inside me and pulling a wordless cry from me. Before the sound had even died on my lips, he was thrusting again, just as hard, just as deep, sending sparks through my body and leaving my mind blank. I closed my eyes, and the entirety of my world became sensations.

  The hot water splashed against my ass and breasts. Anando's cock filled me so completely and left me bereft when it retreated, the cycle repeating every few seconds. The strength of his movements. The tightness of his hands where he held me. The increasing urgency of his pace, as his thrusts became more shallow but faster. His low grunts, not as much sound as they were caress against my back. The possessiveness of his left hand when it came up to cup my breast. The frantic stroking of his right fingers against my clit even as he started shaking inside me, barely moving anymore, but holding on a little longer as he tried to urge me toward pleasure. A last, jerky movement that buried him to the hilt. The heavy, shaky breath he drew, and the fingers pinching my clit and nipple at the same time, and the feel of him coming inside me...

  My climax rolled over me with the strength of a giant wave I had seen coming since it had appeared on the horizon: powerful, inescapable, and shattering.

  Anando's arms folded around me, and he pulled me backwards until he was sitting on the bench again, this time with my back pressed to his chest. I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder, my mind and body still ringing with the crashing waves of pleasure.

  For a few moments, all Anando did was hold me. It felt nice, nicer than I'd have thought. Soon enough, however, I could feel his cock hardening beneath me. I grinned to myself.

  "Another dance?” I murmured.

  "You're up to it?"

  "The question is,” I replied, “are you up to it?"

  I wove my fingers with his and pulled his arms off my waist, freeing myself so I could turn back and face him. His hands returned to my hips when I let go of them, and he pulled me closer, trapping his cock between us.

  "I guess I have my answer,” I said, leering, then softened my look. “Slower this time?"

  "Any way you want. Anything you want."

  He lifted me up over his lap, and at the same time I took hold of his cock and guided it to my opening. Gravity took me down, and I moaned quietly at having him slide inside me again when my nerves still felt hypersensitive from moments earlier. I wanted to close my eyes and throw my head back, but Anando's gaze caught mine. His eyes were so deep ... Captivated, I was unable to look away, and so we remained like that, eyes locked, as I rested my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself up. His hands stopped me from floating away, pulled me back down, and we continued like that, slow movements amplified by water that allowed pleasure to build gradually, until there was nothing left in the world but Anando and me, and our union.

  I came first this time, his name on my lips, and he kissed me gently as he rocked his way into me four, five more times before shuddering and holding me tight against him.

  Our bodies settled down together, our chests moving as one to the beat of my heart, the water surrounding us like a warm cocoon. I had never felt so close to him before, unable to tell anymore where his body began and mine ended. His arms fell away from me after a little while, and at a small movement to adjust my body, his softened cock slipped out of me. We both sighed at the loss, and shared a look and a quiet chuckle at our mirrored reactions.

  "If you will give me just a moment...” he said, his voice as teasing as his hand sneaked up my thigh.

  I clucked my tongue and batted his hand away. “I think I'll need more than just a moment."

  My body still tingling from an overload of sensations, I pulled myself out of the tub and lay down on the oversized towel I found spread out on the tiles. They were hard against my back, but still warm from the heat of the day. For a few instants, I kept my eyes closed until my heartbeat had calmed down. The wind whistled in the trees surrounding us, a quiet background music I hadn't noticed until that instant. Next to me, rustling sounds told me that Anando had come out of the water as well. I opened my eyes and smiled. I was simply content to be here, with Anando, an endless sky above our heads and the warm night like a blanket on our bodies.

  I can't remember ever feeling as I did at that moment. I said I was content, but it was more than that. It was deeper than that. I was at peace, in and out. At peace with myself and with the world around me. At peace with my place in that world, at Anando's side, even if I could never have put it in words then. I just knew I felt good, better than amazing sex could account for. And indeed, it wasn't just a
bout the sex anymore. It was all of it. It was the perfectly fitting, sexy suit I would never have chosen for myself, and the secretive ride to his place, and the pool, the games and dances, the kisses, the looks and the words. It was him.

  "I'd never have imagined..."

  I didn't know how to finish. There were many things I had never imagined. I wasn't sure which one I meant at that moment.

  "Never imagined I had a pool and hot tub?” he said, sounding amused. “Not all vamps like crypts, catacombs, and cobwebs."

  I grinned and turned my face toward him. He was beautiful, lying there on his side. The bright moonlight played over him, wrapping him in light and shadows, revealing and hiding him at the same moment. I let my eyes caress him, the same way my hands had earlier, and then I knew.

  "I'd never have imagined I'd fall—"

  This time, I stopped because I knew exactly what it was I wanted to say, and I couldn't say it. Not aloud. Not to him. Not when I had just realized myself how deep my feelings for him were.

  I blinked and my eyes came back to his face. I could tell, right away, that he had heard what I hadn't said. I could tell, just as easily, that he was as shocked as I was. All he had to do was look away for me to know. I couldn't remember him ever trying to avoid my gaze until that instant.

  He stood, picking up the towel on which he had been lying and tying it around his waist.

  "Are you staying?” he asked. “For the night? Or for the weekend?"

  I wanted to say yes. If he had asked two minutes earlier, I would have said yes. It had been a beautiful evening, and the weekend could only continue the same way. Still, before I knew what I was saying, I lied.

  "I'm sorry, I can't. I have family plans for tomorrow."

  He wasn't looking at me, but I still could see a shadow pass over his features. For a moment I was sure he was going to try to convince me to stay, sure he didn't believe me. But he didn't. He answered with a thin smile.

  "Probably better this way. I'll get dressed and give you a ride back."

  I watched him walk back inside the house. I felt cold suddenly. I stood and dried myself off. My eyes found my bikini, lying at the bottom of the hot tub with Anando's trunks. It would stay there, I decided, and slipped my dress back on. I picked up my shoes, and was left standing by the pool, alone and confused.

  Turning my eyes to where Anando had disappeared, I tried to understand what had happened. Minutes earlier, we had never been closer. Now, he could hardly have been any further from me.

  We had been too close, maybe. I had come closer and closer to the flame every time I had been with him, and this time I had been burnt. It was going too fast in a direction I wasn't ready for. I needed—I need—to take a step back, and get my emotions back under control. I can't fall for a vampire. As attractive or romantic as the notion may be, as addictive as our time together is, that's just not something I want, or something I can consider. It has to be why I lied so I wouldn't have to spend the weekend with him. It has to be why, also, I'm not sure I'll go back again, even if I said I would see him soon when he left me in front of my apartment.

  And now that I think about it ... He didn't answer. He smiled and kissed my cheek goodbye, but he didn't reply. What does it mean? Every other time, we parted with the idea that we would meet again, but this time...

  Did he get burnt, too? Did he come too close to falling for comfort? Is that why he let me go, and why I haven't heard from him since? It's been two weeks. I keep expecting to hear from him, but nothing. I've started dressing up to go On The Edge a couple of times, but I've never gone through with it. I'm afraid he won't be interested in me anymore if I go back. More than that, though, I'm afraid he will be.

  I might be deluding myself, but I think I'm not the only one addicted to what we have, whatever that is. Not the only one slowly ... falling in love. There, I've said it. From his words to his touch to the way he looks at me, everything adds to my certainty, and, I guess, to my fear as well. That's why it's dangerous for us to see each other again. We'd pick up right where we left off, in a territory neither of us expected or wanted to explore. And help me, Lady Aphrodite, but where would that lead us?

  The End

  About the Author:

  Kallysten is a French citizen whose most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for almost fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers’ reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories, poetry and fanfiction, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.

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  Other stories in this series available at Alinar Publishing:

  Out of the Box

  When she walked into the club, all Virginia wanted was to satisfy her curiosity about vampires—and about being bitten. But when Anando reached out to her and asked her what games she wanted to play, he opened the Pandora box and Virginia found answers to questions she had never thought to ask.

  Out of the Box 2

  Virginia tried to stay away from On The Edge, yet in the end, she returns to the club—and to her lover, vampire Anando. She's determined to keep things under control this time, and she knows what to choose in his toy box to hold on to her decision. But the innocent game she expected sets her body ablaze with passion, and letting go might just be too hard to resist.

  Out of the Box 3

  When she last saw vampire Anando, Virginia was helpless to refuse him anything, not even his request that she return to him. Once again, she is ready to follow his lead, despite her fear that she is losing herself in his control—until he gives her back more control than she ever knew she wanted.

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