Vampiric professor x Me

Vampiric professor x Me

Alexa’s POV

My eyes dart around the bar. I am seeing bodies grinding to one another as some are already practically in each throat. I grin and turn my gaze to the bartender in front of me. This wrenching feeling needs a solid liqueur to wash it away.

I’m taking a step away from my cage life, a straight A student with outstanding qualities here in the bar, waiting to get some in between her legs. To my parents I’m the docile daughter they want, to my teachers I’m the perfect student, to neighbors I’m the good girl, but to myself... I’m a vixen whose legs open for anything or anyone available. Sex is something that I enjoy a lot. I can already feel myself getting excited seeing the people in front of me. Who won’t?

“Pretty lady...” the bartender smirks, his lips curling up flirty as he pushes the drink, “today’s special is called ladies killer,” he says, “drink slowly,” he winks, before turning to attend to another customer. Well... I can do a quickie with him, he is cute and handsome in his own way! I bite my lips sensually, my eyes on the bartender, gawking at how he was mixing the liquor together efficiently.

I open my mouth to send him an inviting remark before I am interrupted by the screeching sound of the seat beside me being dragged. I instantly wipe my head to look at the intruder and my mouth opens a gap.

Damn!

The man in front of me is like a sexual fantasy comes to life. I stare at the big arms, which veins are showing, to the long thick fingers which grip the rim of the seat which make me gulp. I trail my eyes to the chest, two buttonings are undone to his taunting abs, peeking underneath his ironed shirt. The liquid in my mouth drips back into the glass I am holding.

My body is already buzzing with excitement, and the wine shakes my body to a rhythm. I momentarily stop breathing and my eyes clash with his red hooded eyes.

A flirty smile makes its way to my lips as I wet my lips, turning my full body to his. He smiles gentlemanly at me before slumping beside me.

I want him.

I push my seat closer to his, tilting my head a little to give him access to my cleavage, “looking good,” I start, twirling the end of my hair.

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees.

Damn! His voice! His fucking voice is deep throaty and velvet, the articulations make my body sizzle delightedly.

I’m taking him home tonight, I mumble to myself. I intentionally flicker the glass hard, which makes it tilt, and the remaining wine pours on his jeans.

“Oops,″ I feign innocence, quickly using my hands to clean his jeans.

“Ugh,” he grunts, holding my hands up before he bows a little. “It’s okay, I’ll go clean it in the bathroom,” he says.

Bingo! I scrunch my face, putting a guilty look on my face.

As he turns to leave, I trail him behind instantly, without missing a bit. As he turns to the corner for me to follow me but unexpectedly hoists up to the wall and I groan in excitement.

“You being naughty human,” His voice sends goosebumps over my body but I lick my lips sensually in response.

I wrap my arms around his neck, drowning in his alluring red eyes as I stare at his red luscious lips before eloping them.

The alcohol in me runs through me, bumping blood from my thumping heart. Our mouths explore each other as tongues tangle together, swirling and sucking before I feel a sharp pain on my lips.

I don’t know whether the alcohol is making me see things, but I see his incisors are elongated and sharped. I blink repeatedly, squinting my eyes before touching them. They are real. “Am I dreaming?” I mutter, then shake my head.

“Should I continue?” he asks, his hands clasping my ass firmly while I nod. He raises my head to his level, and grabs my butt cheek hard, “Words, human.”

His voice sends butterflies to my tummy, making me squirm in his hands. “Yes...,” I respond, giving consent.

I’m unable to finish my sentence, in a flash, I’m thrown in the backseat. I’m surprised. One minute I’m at the bar’s corner, the next, I’m thrown in the car.

Before I can settle to question the fuck! my gown is torn and that makes me forget what to ask. I jump and pull him to me as we kiss, exploring each other’s mouths. His hand is on my left breast, kneading it softly.

I push him away a little when there’s a need for air. I breathe in hungrily as my body trembles tremendously. I don’t understand how he can still keep going after the long kiss.

He latches his mouth on my bud, twirling his rough tongue on it, sucking it while he plays with the other bud with the same attention.

He put my nipple in between his teeth before nibbling on it softly making me moan.

“Ang,” a lewd moan escapes. He raises his head, and chuckles softly, his fang glistening, “your blood is inviting and addicting, human.” he mumbles then kisses the croak of my neck as blood circulates my body.

I feel a sting pain in my neck and I release a loud moan with it, humping the air. My toes curling, my pussy gaping for intrusion as I feel myself drown in what is called an aphrodisiac. I can’t control my body; my hip moving in the air as I cry out for anything. My pussy twitching excitedly, before I know what is happening, he thrusts in a go and I scream out in pain and pleasure.

“Oh my god!” my eyes roll back subconsciously, feeling electric sparks all over my body, my hips meeting his every rough plummeting. His hands gripping my tiny waist, the sound of skin slapping, grunts and cries filled the rocking car.

Damn!

My pussy was still tingling from the events of last night, and everytime I closed my eyes, I literally had flashbacks of him and how hard he fucked me yesterday.

I licked my lips, clutching my books to my chest as I walked down to my lecture hall. I walked into the hall and stopped dead on my tracks, my eyes zeroing in on the Lecturer standing on the podium.

It was the same man who fucked me hard yesterday.