Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways. The good part; was clubbing, the bars and good smoke joints and the underground dope houses for meth, heroine and whatnots. All of the above good things were my hobby. My favorites. I lived for that shit. Literally. We were in the 21th century where rich aristocrats had infested the world and let's be honest, no one gave a fuck if some set of teenagers or gr
He led me out of the club to where a Cadillac escalade had been situated. His ride was quite fancy. Classique. Hurriedly opening the door for me, he hopped in too. He signaled the chauffeur who nodded and drove off. Were we going to an hotel? I had nearly died from anticipation. I always took my men home, not them taking me anywhere. He sat calm, brought out his phone and tapped at it. "Were are we going to?" I asked. "My home," he replied calmly. Okay, this was getting awkward. I was here burning up and he was there acting all calm. Was I even a turn on for him? Or was he just the only one who has this much effect on me? Fuck it, I yanked the phone out of his grasp and his brows furrowed, "What are you do–"Before he could say something else I covered his lips with mine. A wanton moan slid past my lips when I caught the whiff of tequila and lime on his breath. The amazing feel of his lips was heavenly. He stiffened under my abrupt move but eventually began to kiss me back.
His home was magnificent. Nicely decorated far more properly for a bachelor, the glass mansion was elaboratly designed it had no hanged pictures except some few paintings on the wall. As much as I'd have loved to explore the entire house in all it's magnitude, I didn't think that was a proper thing to do. He led me into the living room and headed straight to the mini bar, "care for a drink?" He turned to face me when he plucked out a bottle of whiskey. "Why don't we just get down to business instead?" I drawled out seductively. His lips twisted back into what would have been called a smile, " we will. But first Lizzie, we have to talk."Stepping out of my heels I flicked my hair to a side and slowly began to unzip my dress. I swayed my hips in a perfect rhythm as I approached him. I pushed him back against the bar counter my hand rested on his chest and my lips slowly kissed his jaw. "Talk about what?" I asked hoarsely. He rested the bottle back on it's shelf and his hand curled
"Hmmm, he mumbled, "fucking goodness you're tight." He whispered against my ear as he slid into me from behind. He had me blindfolded and on all fours I bit down on my lips as he stretched me farther than anyone had ever done. "Thanks for the compliment! You're fucking big and stretching the shit out of me. And the blindfold? I didn't take it nerdy was into bdsm's." I snapped, cringing when a slight pain spread through me. He pulled back and rammed harder into me with a force that could have tossed me off the bed if it wasn't for his hands holding me. He stretched and filled me to the hilt in ways I'd never been. "Fuck!" I cried out. The blindfold seemed to heighten the feel of his cock sliding against my inner walls it felt so fucking good when the pain had diminished. He slowly slid in and out of me like we had the whole time in the world, "you talk much. Rather than unnecessary talking, I think I have something quite suitable for that mouth of yours," He pulled back again
Stop?! When he was already fully in? No way. "Don't," He hummed and I felt him lean back. I heard ripping sounds of a parcel followed by the feel of something being plunged into me, filling my abandoned core. "What is that?" I asked alarmed. He didn't reply but what I felt was enough answer for me. "Elijah!!" I moaned. A fucking vibrator! "Feel it," he pushed back and slammed into me again. My body rattled beneath his as unimaginable pleasure spread through me from both holes. He groaned again, "all of you feels so tight," This time, I couldn't help but moan at his compliment. The vibrator, coupled with the feel of his oh-so-good length gliding in and out of me made screams, sobs and moans fill the air. The grunting moans that spilled from his lips occasionally, and the way his hand tightened around my hair spurred me on. My back arched again when an unbearable amount of pleasure ricocheted through me. He hit another part of me that made me see stars. "Fuck Eli! I'm
“Elijah!" I screamed out his name as pleasure racked through me. My eyes flew to the back of my head and my toes curled when I thrust the dildo into me one last time. I buried my head in the pillow and covered my mouth with a hand to muffle the screams that broke through. When I got off my high, there was a knock and a voice spoke from the other end of the door. "We gonna be late for classes girl. You've gotta stop masturbating and get the fuck out of there!" Lee shouted agitatedly. I couldn't blame her, She had to put up with me touching myself every time I had a flash back and remembered Eli. It was disturbing for me, how my body had seemed to get overly aroused every single time I'd remembered him. Funny enough, i didn't get the urge to hump someone else. I got into the bathroom, hurriedly showered, tugged on a baggy jeans with a white crop top and shrugged on my combat boots. I had my hair in a ponytail before wrapping it into a messy bun, a few lose strands fell at the b
I curled up on the couch. That fucker had told me to get out of his office, it took everything in me to not slap him hard across the face. I felt a tinge of pain at his harsh words-why, I couldn't tell. I was already in a foul mood as it was. After I'd left Elijah's office and went back to Lee, she said nothing and we both drove home in silence until we were in our apartment. She paced the room demanding an explanation. "Alexis! What the actual fuck happened at school? And why is the new professor's name Elijah? The same name you've screamed for a week." "We'd have to ask his parents why they named him Elijah cause I really don't know." I shrugged. She eyed me suspiciously "really? And that same Elijah just happened to call you into his office, alone, out of hundreds of students?" Okay, I admit. I couldn't keep her in the dark. She had to know, maybe then she could give me an advice on what to do cause fuck! I really needed one. "Okay, fine. Dr Elijah Carson is the same Eli
The next day I was off to school. I'd told Kai I wasn't seeing anyone but being in relationships freaked me the hell out so I asked him to leave. Luckily, I didn't have Eli-Dr Carson' class today. Once I was done with all my classes for the day, I returned home, did some few stuffs, smoked a few joints and when it was late, i changed into a short that barely covered my asscheeks with fishnet stockings underneath. I wore a baggy shirt on it complimenting it with a black Lycra boot. I wore dark makeup, painted my lips purple and gathered my hair in two messy buns. Then I strapped on a pair of skull rings and earring. ★★★★ In the next hour, I was back at the club. This time, I was in no mood to dance. I had a lot on my mind and I needed the loud blasting sounds of songs from the club and a couple shots of drinks. I tapped my fingers frantically at the counter in front of me, sipping my tequila. "Mind if I keep you company?" A voice spoke. I grunted in annoyance when the owner