A Night at Club Vampire 2 (8 page)

"Can I talk now?" She asked glaring at him, as she seated herself on the sofa in his office.

Nigel nodded. "Of course."

"What the hell just happened?" Lacey crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to answer.

"Why did you come here alone?" he countered. "I had Trinity give you enough tickets for you
and
your friends."

"Are you saying your club isn't safe, Nigel?"

"No nightclub is safe for a beautiful single woman to be wandering around by herself."

He crossed the room and seated himself next to her, taking her hands in his. Again, she was surprised by the coolness of his touch. "The man you were speaking with is not a good man. He's dangerous. I need you to promise to stay away from him."

That was an easy enough promise to keep. She had no intention of going near him again, even if he could get her into that room. "Then why do you allow him in your club?"

Nigel exhaled loudly, raking a hand through his dark hair. "It's complicated."

Lacey shrugged her shoulders, "I have lots of time; explain it to me."

Nigel touched the side of her cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. Impulsively, Lacey pulled his thumb into her mouth, causing Nigel's breath to catch in his throat. Moments later he released a ragged breath. "Lacey," he murmured, removing his thumb from her mouth and replacing it with his lips. His kiss was so heated, so intense.

While she knew her main objective was to acquire information from him for her article, perhaps even get an interview, those objectives seemed to slip to the back of her mind the moment his lips touched hers. Memories of how amazing his tongue had felt on her last night came rushing back to her, causing her body to begin burning with hunger for him.

A dull throbbing feeling began to emerge between her legs.

She pulled away from his kiss, breathless. She began frantically fumbling with the buttons on his shirt; she needed to feel his cool flesh under her hands; needed to trace the contours of his muscular abs, torso and chest. Once she reached the last button, she slipped the shirt off his wide, strong shoulders.

Pushing him back against the sofa, she straddled his lap. Her mouth captured his, her tongue slipping between his parted lips, seeking out his. An inferno of desire raged through her, demanding to feel every inch of his magnificent body. There would be time for questions and answers later. Right now the desires of her mind were being overpowered by those of her body.

"Lacey," Nigel moaned her name softly against her lips as he grabbed her ass and pulled her down tightly against his large erection, restrained within a couple layers of clothing. Frantic in her desire, Lacey unhooked his belt, and undid the button and zipper of his black pants. Her hand snaked under his boxers to grasp his enlarged cock tightly, her thumb stroking the sensitive head.

She began to stroke his cock, in quick, fluid motions which caused another moan to escape his lips. His lips left hers suddenly, trailing kisses down the front of her neck.

Lacey arched her back, allowing him full access to the soft, ivory skin. Shivers raced through her body in anticipation when his lips reached her collarbone.

"Let's move to my apartment," he growled, desire so thick in his voice that it sent another wave of shivers through her body. She made a move to stand, but he pulled her back down on him.

"Hold on," Nigel instructed as he stood with ease, with Lacey clinging to him, her arms slipped around his neck, her legs circling his waist as she had done the night before.

"We're fine here," Lacey sighed as her tongue teased the side of his neck, working its way up from his collarbone.

"No, we're not," he responded, opening the door to his apartment and taking her inside.

It was as dark as it had been the previous night. This time, however, each of the rooms they passed was very dimly lit with glowing, scented candles. The candles gave off a now familiar faint sweet rose scent.

What was with his desire for them to be in the dark? So very odd. Most men she'd been with had preferred the lights on; preferred to be able to see clearly each and every inch of her naked body. In truth, she wanted to see him. She wanted to see the gorgeous contours of his muscular body. He took her back to the bedroom once again, laying her on the bed then stretching out his body alongside hers.

"You should turn the lights up, I want to see you more clearly," she whispered against his chest as her mouth trailed kisses down his chest and torso, to his defined abs.

Nigel's hands worked their way into her hair, running his fingers through her silken locks, while gently urging her mouth lower. "Another time," he gasped as she tugged at the waistband of his pants and boxers pulling them both down over his hips. He attempted to sit up, but she placed the palms of her hands against his chest and pushed him back down to the mattress.

Pulling the pants and boxers off she tossed them to the floor, taking a couple of steps away from the bed. "If we had better light, you'd be able to see what I'm about to do," she reasoned.

He chuckled, a deep throaty laugh coming from the back of his throat. She heard him shifting his position on the bed, but could barely make out the outline of his form.

"Believe me when I tell you I can see you perfectly fine as it is, so feel free to proceed."

Lacey couldn't imagine how; the light was so dim she could just barely make out his outline, but she'd take his word on it. Slowly, she undid the buttons of her green blouse, starting at the top and gradually making her way down. She shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor. Next came the skirt. Two buttons was all that held it together, she undid them and it fell to a heap at her feet.

She took a step towards the bed, but was stopped by Nigel's voice, "Take the rest off,"

he commanded. A coy smile crossed over her lips.
He must be able to see pretty well in
the dark after all
, she mused.

Lacey removed the remaining pieces of her clothing before stepping to the edge of the bed, between his legs. Nigel sat up suddenly, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of his naked body. Lacey squealed with a mixture of shock and delight at his sudden move. Straddling his hips, she lowered her lips to his, kissing him softly.

Her nipples tightened as they grazed across his cool, hard chest. His long, hard cock teased the wet opening of her pussy as she rocked her groin against him.

"Mmm," Nigel moaned palming her generous mounds, his fingers rolling and pinching the tightening nipples, while the other hand crept in between them to find the moist patch between her legs.

"Oh Nigel," Lacey whispered into his neck when his fingers found what they were looking for between her legs. Parting the lips of her pussy, they expertly stroked her exposed nub. Her body ached for him, her pussy throbbed, needing him to fill it completely. Nigel thrust two fingers into her while his thumb continued to roughly stroke her clit. Her body instinctively began to grind against his hand, tension building within her. While she was desperate for his cock, as his fingers brought her higher - closer to orgasm - she decided they would suffice for now. All she could think about at that moment was sweet release.

Sitting up on him, she leaned backwards onto him, giving him better access to her. Her fingers clutched his hardened shaft, situated between her legs, stroking it. Her hand clamped tight, giving it hard, quick strokes. Her thumb continued to stroke the head of his sleek wet cock as she brought him close to his breaking point.

The tension within her was so tight she was mere moments away from release.

Shudders ran through her body causing her to cry out seconds before she exploded onto him, her body vibrating then collapsing, panting.

"God Lacey, I need to taste you," Nigel stated, as he urged her to turn around on him and pulling her back so her soaked pussy was situated over his mouth. Exposing her fully, he licked the length of her from her clit to the sensitive opening of her anus. His tongue lingered there for a moment, rimming it. Lacey gasped, both from the pleasure of his tongue being where no other man had even ventured before, and from surprise. Nigel chuckled at her reaction as he began to work his way back to plunge into her drenched pussy.

"Suck my cock sweetie," he said, his voice muffled as he continued to lick the remaining juices of her orgasm from her.

Grasping his cock in her hand she was more than happy to do what he asked. She licked the sleek head of his cock, removing traces of his excitement and her release. Her tongue moved down the length of the underside of his cock, until she reached his taut balls. She cupped one in her free hand, massaging gently, while she took the other into her mouth.

Lacey grinned upon hearing his sharp intake of breath.

Despite just having had one of the most amazing, and hence exhausting orgasms of her life, her body was set ablaze once more. Her groin rocked against his mouth and fingers as he taunted and teased. Moving back up on him, she took the head of his sleek cock in her mouth, her tongue circling it.

"Please, take it all in," he requested, his voice broken, his tongue moving back to flick and circle her clit. Doing as asked she took the length of him into her mouth, the tip of his rigid cock pushing at the back of her mouth. So big and hard.

Judging from the soft moans coming from Nigel, and the tension which seemed to be gripping his body beneath her she suspected he was close. As much as she enjoyed his tongue on her she wanted his cock more.

Rolling off him and flipping over to her back she spread her legs and motioned with her finger for him to settle between them. Within an instant his body was towering over her situated between her legs. He lowered his cool body so he was hovering just above her, his lips seeking out hers. Nigel claimed her lips roughly, the taste of her juices evident on his lips, exciting her further.

"Fuck me, Nigel," she commanded, her fingernails digging into his backside, forcing him down to her.

Nigel moved down her body, his teeth nipping at each of her nipples shooting a mixture of pleasure and pain through her before sitting back on his legs. He took hold of her calves bringing them up onto his shoulders, leaving her bottom suspended in the air. The head of his cock poked at her soaked opening. Teasing her with thoughts of what was yet to come.

Exposing her clit once more, Nigel s fingers pinched and rolled it between them as he slowly slid his shaft part way into her. Through the dim candlelight she could just about make out his huge cock, disappearing into her, inch by glorious inch. She wiggled her hips and tightened her muscles around him, in an attempt to entice him further into her.

"Why are you torturing me?" she exclaimed, her hands raised above her head fisting the comforter under her.

A deep masculine chuckle came in response as he pulled himself fully out of her once more.

"Nigel!" Lacey's body writhed under him, her back arched. His hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it. Just when she thought he would prolong the agony indefinitely, he thrust deep into her. His thrusts came with such force and speed they caused her to cry out. With each inward thrust the head of his cock would stroke just the exact spot against the front wall of her pussy to send waves of pleasure through her. His thrusts continued to come hard and fast as she worked to keep up, her body moving in sync with his.

"Close now," Nigel informed her as he dove into her then added, "I want you to come with me."

It wouldn't be hard for her to do, she had just about reached the summit and was about to come crashing down herself at any moment. "Then come for me Nigel," she gasped as her body tensed up then released, sending a wave of relief flooding over her. At the feel of her wet warmth surrounding his cock Nigel let go with one final thrust deep within her. He called out her name as he exploded inside her.

Lacey closed her eyes, panting. She couldn't remember such an intense experience with anyone. He fell to the mattress, pulling her on top of him, taking care to keep himself still joined with her. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Lacey snuggled against his cool skin, crossing her arms over his chest and using her arms as a pillow. She loved the fact he still remained within her. Surprisingly enough it was starting to turn her on once again. She suppressed the urge to press for another round. At least for now.

"Why is your body still cool?" She finally asked the question that had been pricking her curiosity since she d met him, her big green eyes peering into his grey ones.

"My body is always cold," he replied, with a quick shrug, placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

"Always?"

Her eyes had adjusted enough to the dark that she could see a grin form on his lips.

"Always," he confirmed.

Was that some sort of medical condition? Surely that couldn't be?
Lacey dismissed that line of thought. It wasn't all that important anyhow. Replacing it were thoughts of her story, and the real reason why she was here. It occurred to her that she really knew nothing about Nigel, other than that he owned Club Vampire. For that matter, he knew virtually nothing about her either.

Sleeping with someone she didn't even know was quite out of character for her. There had been a couple instances during college, but many college women have those experiences. However, since college she'd been too busy for anything else other than work. She was consumed with the desire to succeed. Perhaps falling into bed with Nigel -

a virtual stranger - was simply a way for her to release all the pent up sexual frustration she'd been feeling over the past few years.

She needed to tell him the real reason for her coming to the club. She was sure he would be willing to grant her at least a
small
interview. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of him under her and his arms encircling her waist. Without realizing it, or meaning to, she drifted off to sleep.

Nigel had lain under Lacey, watching her sleep for close to an hour before reluctantly easing himself out from under her. His cock had been hard for the past forty-five minutes.