Alfred and I had started an unspoken tradition, one that involved christening every cheap motel room we stayed in. It started as a joke, then became a challenge, and now? Now, it was just what we did. And if I was being honest, I wasn't mad about it.
I loved fucking him. Every time, every place, every new bed we ruined.
I was mid-shower, enjoying the warmth of the water streaming down my skin, when I heard the creak of the shower door. A rush of cool air followed as Alfred stepped in, completely naked. Drops of water hung on his pale skin, his hair damp from the steam. His cock hung lazily between his legs, but I knew that wouldn't last long. Just the sight of me always got him all hot and excited.
"We need to be on the road," he reminded me, his voice smooth and casual as if he wasn't standing naked in front of me.
"That's why I'm showering now," I replied, raising a brow.
He nodded, reaching past me to unhook the showerhead. A second later, he was tilting it over my soapy body, letting the water cascade down my skin. The temperature was perfect, hot, just how I liked it. I sighed, loving the feeling of the droplets rolling over me. He grabbed a washcloth from the side and lathered it up with the cheap motel soap, his movements slow.
"Do you think we should be doing this?" he asked, his tone unreadable as he ran the cloth along my arm, trailing down my side in a way that made my thighs press together.
Fuck, why was everything he did so sexy?
"Doing what?" I asked innocently, though we both knew the answer.
This was us. We could pretend to resist all we wanted, but no matter where we went, no matter how many times we told ourselves it was just sex, we always ended up tangled together, giving in, devouring each other, as if the world outside the motel doors didn't exist.
Alfred stepped closer, the heat of his body making the water feel cooler in comparison. He smoothed the washcloth down my stomach, his lips grazing my shoulder. "This," he murmured, his voice sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
I smirked. "It's just sex. And you're the one who said I needed to learn more about supernatural creatures, their bodies, what turns them on..." I turned my head slightly, letting my lips brush against his jaw. "Consider this field research."
His grip on the washcloth wavered for a moment. Then he exhaled, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. "Well, I can't argue with that logic."
I grinned. "Good. Now less talking, more soaping."
Alfred obeyed, sliding the cloth down my thigh, his touch slow, teasing. His free hand rested on my hip as he worked his way back up, inching dangerously close to where I was already aching for him.
"You have such a gorgeous body, Flora," he murmured.
The cloth dropped. His fingers replaced it. And just like that, we were lost in each other again. Even with the water hitting down on me, I was getting wetter with every single minute that passed. Then he raised his hand up to my neck, washed it, and then moved down to my bum.
He leaned down to my neck and trailed kisses down my wet skin, nibbling at my skin as I let out a soft moan. Slowly, he worked his way down my body, soaping every inch of me, and I was suddenly covered in lather as well as completely turned on.
I moaned louder as his hands came up, and he washed my breasts, paying attention to my nipples as he moved. He scrubbed on my nipples, the rough feeling of the washcloth turning me on and making them hard. Then as if impatient, he dropped the washcloth back on the counter and pressed a finger on my clit, causing me to moan.
He slipped one finger into my pussy folds and stroked my clit, and my moan grew louder. He knew what he was doing and how well to drive me crazy. He played with my clit for a bit, gently fingering my pussy but not going too deep or even pushing me toward my orgasm.
I grinded down on his finger, wanting more. In a couple of seconds, he withdrew his finger from my pussy and grabbed the shower head again to rinse me off. He rinsed away the foam all over my body, and when I was clean, he leaned down and took one of my hard nipples into his mouth.
I squirmed and moaned as he grabbed the other one, squeezing and fingering it. His fingers trailed down, and when he reached my clit, he stroked it even harder than before, and my legs almost gave way under me.
"Spread your legs. I want more access," he commanded.
I did as he said immediately, and he pushed my pussy lips apart, bringing the shower head down to my thighs and angling it against my very sensitive clit.
I let out a loud cry as the jets of water hit my clit and made a flow of desire pass through me. I was so turned on now, and I knew I was going to cum in any moment from now. I could feel my orgasm building, and when I was about to cum, he pulled the shower head away from my clit and then pressed his hard cock into me.
I was so wet as he slipped in and out of me without much resistance. The warm spray of the shower poured over us, the water mixing with the heat radiating from our bodies. But all I could focus on was Alfred, his hands gripping my hips, his body pressed firmly against mine.
I gasped as he filled me, pushing my body flush against the shower wall as he fucked me from behind. His cock filled me, stretching me, claiming me. The cool tiles of the shower wall pressed against my hardened nipples as he pushed me forward, holding me steady while he thrust into me from behind.
His pace was fast and frantic.
"You feel so damn good. As always," he murmured in my ear.
I loved when he whispered all these dirty words to me, and it always filled me with so much need. So I arched my back, desperate for more. I was soaked, and not just from the water running down our bodies. Alfred pushed in and out of me effortlessly, his pace quickening until the sound of his hips meeting mine echoed in the small space.
One of his hands left my hip, traveling up to tangle in my wet hair, pulling my head back enough for his lips to find the curve of my neck. He kissed, licked, and bit at the sensitive skin there, driving me further into the haze of desire that consumed me.
I was moaning loudly now, and my throat was getting sore from how loud I was. He always knew how to please me and make my body sing.
"Don't hold back, Flora," he growled. "I want to hear you."
And I couldn't help it. I moaned, loud and uninhibited, my voice joining the pounding of our bodies. I was so close to coming that I moaned even louder now.
His other hand slipped between my thighs as he found my clit, and he kept fucking me. The combination of his fingers and his cock pushed me straight to my orgasm as pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name, my body shaking as I clenched around him, dragging him into the same wild release.
He filled me with his warm cum as we both kept panting, completely spent. After my much-needed shower and the nice orgasm that accompanied it, I made my way down to the grocery store to get some things.
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed faintly as I scanned the aisles, a basket hooked on my arm. Alfred and I needed a couple of things before we continued on our journey.
I rounded the aisle to the wine section because I'd come to find out that Alfred loved his alcohol a little more than I had initially anticipated. As I looked up from the bottle of rose, my eyes fell on two women who were standing by the aisle, checking out the wines.
They were as pale as death with sharp cheekbones, crimson lips, and unnaturally bright eyes. One of them, a tall woman with raven black hair, caught my eyes and smiled, her fangs very visible.
I'd done a lot of lectures with Alfred to recognize that they were vampires. Gorgeous vampires at that.
"Wine in the middle of the night?" the one with dark hair purred as she moved closer. This called the attention of the blonde-haired one who looked up. She was just as gorgeous.
I looked down at the bottle I was holding and smiled at her. "It's for a friend."
She raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Sure. A friend."
