Sunday Sex

The Tiara pics from the famous graves will have to wait a day or two. We decided we didn’t want to take the pics with my cell phone, but rather, with Motley’s Nikon Coolpix. In lieu of those pics, I decided to give you some sex from the Bar. Who couldn’t use a little sex on a Sunday, right?

This is actually an outtake. It was an alternate ending to Sterling’s death. However, after I wrote it, ShinyBitch decided she didn’t want to mate Mace to Sterling so I went with another ending that totally changed the direction of the Bar storylines. Had we used the ending I’m posting for you today, the Bar storylines would be completely different today. So, here’s Shiny’s character Mace who has sex with my character Sterling, who died in his arms in the scene right before this.

Mace laid Sterling down in the cramped backseat of the Mustang. She looked so peaceful, as if she was asleep. That is, if you discounted all the blood on her. He touched her cheek softly, surprised that she had cooled only slightly. He got into the driver’s seat and started the car, driving slowly through the cemetery.

His first thought was to take her to the address on the card she’d given him, but it was quite a distance away and he didn’t feel like dealing with it quite yet. Instead, he drove to his rented apartment on the ground floor of an old row house only a few miles from the cemetery. He parked the car in the old garage in the back and entered through his back door into the main hallway of his small place. He carried Sterling into his bedroom and laid her on his unmade bed, sitting on the floor beside her.

He leaned his head against her bloodied hand and closed his eyes. He knew he had to get back to the cemetery to help take in Madspawn. He’d promised Sterling he would help Eden with that because Madspawn was so dangerous. At the moment though, he needed to regroup and get his thoughts and emotions under control so he could go back and face them all.

Mace was shocked at how quickly things had happened. First, he’d seen her in the mausoleum, looking like a lethal angel in black leather with a big gun and a quiet commanding air about her. His heart had flip flopped in his chest and he’d been instantly in lust, his groin swelling in front of anyone who cared to look. She had looked, and he’d noticed that she had. When she’d left to track the Hellbound they’d turned loose, he’d been helpless to do anything except follow her, not that he’d have admitted to that. Every time her lithe body brushed his when they were walking, he thought he’d explode. Finally, when she had come on to him, he’d felt like he’d died and gone to heaven so of course, he’d been an ass to her. She’d dished it right back at him too.

“Don’t try to make me believe you give a shit what happens to me beyond your orgasm.”

The truth of the matter was that he did give a shit. He never had before and didn’t understand why he did now, but her story had touched him more deeply than the pull of overwhelming attraction he’d felt winding around them all evening long.The sex had been mind blowing. Never mind the fact that half of the reason for it was pure adrenalin from squeezing out fifteen minutes in a cemetery full of murderous vampires. The other half of it had been her. He’d never had a woman be so completely uninhibited and in control at the same time. His orgasm had been more intense than any he’d had in his long life. Seeing his cum running down her legs just made him want her again.

However, she’d had strength he’d never imagined a person could have. She’d fixed her clothes and thanked him, making a reference to the fact that she would die this night. Then she’d walked away without looking back. That was when he’d felt it. Something hard and warm rising inside him, urging him to go after her. He did, unable to stop himself. He grabbed her hand and bent her over his arm giving her a kiss like they did in the movies, only this one was for real. She responded instantly. When he’d licked the tear from her face, he had tasted her emotions, her regret. She felt something for him, but he didn’t know enough about emotions to know what it was she felt.

In fact, he didn’t know enough about anything it seemed. When she was dying, he had heard her thoughts in his mind. Usually a vampire could hear only the thoughts of the person meant to be their bloodmate. For him to hear her so clearly in his mind made him instantly realize she must be his. At that point, all thought disappeared and instinct took over. If she was his, he wasn’t about to lose her to death unless it was the death of a turning. So he’d tried to turn her, but it hadn’t worked. He’d found and lost his bloodmate in the space of a night. That seemed to be about par for the course where his life was concerned, he thought. Finding and losing Sterling made him angrier and more hopeless than he’d ever been in his entire existence.

But you haven’t lost me.

Mace blinked. Someone was talking in his mind. Someone female.

It’s me, you idiot.

Sterling’s fingers wiggled beneath his cheek and Mace jumped. He looked up at the bed to find her green eyes twinkling at him. He sprang to his feet and looked down at her. She was still bloody, but the gaping hole in her side had healed. The fang marks in her neck were gone too. She was smiling at him.

In an instant, he was on the bed, on her, and her arms were around him. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her hard, his lips mashing hers, and his tongue demanding entrance. Her fingers clutched at him, her nails digging into the muscles of his back. Within seconds, they were tearing at each other’s clothes and as soon as they were naked, Mace spread her thighs with rough hands and pushed into her without warning, knowing instinctively that she could take him without the preliminaries.

Oh, my freaking God! Tell me I’m not dreaming. He nuzzled her throat as he thrust inside her. She was soaking wet and completely welcoming.

You’re not dreaming, Mace. You turned me. Although I told you not to. She clutched his naked buttocks and returned his thrusts.

He kissed her behind her ear and licked her neck. Fuck you. I heard you in my head, Sterling. You know what that means. How could I not try to turn you when I knew?

Fuck me? She raked her nails down his back, and he arched against her groaning. Fuck you! You didn’t listen to me, Mace!

I don’t wanna listen. I want to fuck you so hard you won’t ever scare me like that again. He thrust harder. The bed shook. She began to moan.

Oh, God! That feels so good. Please, Mace, more.

Mace twisted his hips against her, sliding the full length of his cock out of her before slamming back in. She was so tight and wet he thought he would explode any second.

Wait, Sterling. Wait, love. There is more.

His hands held her head as he turned his own head to the side so that his jugular vein was pressed to her mouth. Suddenly, she growled fiercely, and he felt her new fangs pierce his neck. As she drank, he felt the intense pleasure spiral through him. She was moaning and writhing beneath him. He’d never had a woman go so completely crazy for him. He felt her climaxing, her screams muffled in his neck as she drank. The second her fangs popped free of him, he sank his fangs in her shoulder.She screamed and climaxed again, her pelvis grinding against him, her legs twisted around him.

Mace felt his climax about to explode as Sterling’s blood filled his mouth. She tasted of vanilla. It was the oddest thing, but he only spared a moment for the thought as his climax roared through him. His hands gripped Sterling’s hips. He shuddered as his hot cum gushed into her. His weight pressed her into the mattress, and he felt the hard tips of her full breasts against him. He was so crazed he hadn’t noticed how wonderful their naked shape felt. Earlier, they’d both been clothed. Now, every naked inch of her was pressed against him.

He pulled his mouth from her shoulder and licked it so it would heal. She was breathing heavily, and he closed his eyes, just thankful that she was breathing.

You scared the shit out of me, Sterling. I thought the turning hadn’t worked.

You didn’t know how it worked, yet you did it anyway? You’re an ass, Mace. Her thoughts were wry and teasing, but he knew she was right.

At the moment it happened, I didn’t care. I would have danced naked with the devil and his mistress to save you.

A giggle escaped her. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh, God. I giggled. I never giggle,” she said out loud with a grin, her eyes glowing.

Mace lifted his head and looked down at her. She looked the same except her faint crows feet were gone, and her skin was flushed from drinking his blood. He reached up a hand and realized he was dripping blood from where she’d bitten him.

“Lick it, baby,” he told her. “It will close up the wound.”

Sterling leaned forward and sucked his flesh into her mouth. The feel of her tongue and teeth on him had his cock rising again. He groaned. “I’ve got to go back. Madspawn needs to be dealt with.”

She gave his neck one last lick. “I’ll go with you.”

“No. You won’t,” he frowned at her. “After a turning you need to rest. I do know that much. Your body is still healing up all the damage from the bullet and from changing. You’ll stay right here so I won’t worry about your ass.”

“But it’s ok for me to worry about yours, bad boy?” Sterling the CIA agent was back. All cool confidence and take charge attitude.

Mace pulled away from her and stood up, ignoring his half hard cock, and looked for his clothes. “You, lover, are gonna keep your beautiful CIA-vampire ass planted right there in my bed until I get back. If you need me, you know how to reach me.”

“I don’t even have to whistle like Bogey and Bacall. All I gotta do is think,” Sterling chuckled. “I could like this bloodmate thing.”

“You better, bitch!” Mace growled, pulling on his jeans but stopping to bend over her menacingly, the fly still open. His mouth caught hers in a rough kiss, then he pulled away abruptly. “I’ve gotta finish this crap. You stay here and out of trouble. I’ll be back to deal with you soon.”

He yanked on his shirt and jacket, turning at the door to look at her. She was sprawled on his completely thrashed bed, naked and glorious and bloody, but she was alive, and she was his. A shit eating grin split his face. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”

“Fuck you! I’m the one who got lucky. Go back to work, bad boy. I need my beauty rest!” Sterling grinned at him. I’ll be here when you get back. I’ll show you lucky then.

You’d better, blondie.

Have a very sexy Sunday, wonderful people!

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0 Responses to Sunday Sex

  1. Sex is good any time. 😉 Love this scene, chica. Totally hawt!

  2. Sex is good any time. 😉 Love this scene, chica. Totally hawt!

  3. Jason X says:

    That’s just hot.

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  4. Jason X says:

    That’s just hot.

    Jason Xs last blog post..Fashingbauer Can’t Quit His Job

  5. Shiny Bitch says:

    Loved it. You always have rocked at doing steamy sex posts. And yes, had Sterling became Mace’s bitch, a lot would be dramatically different.

  6. Shiny Bitch says:

    Loved it. You always have rocked at doing steamy sex posts. And yes, had Sterling became Mace’s bitch, a lot would be dramatically different.

  7. martymankins says:

    Wow. Another stimulating sex story. You have a way of telling a story that puts me with there…. well, almost there… LOL

    Not much of a Breaking Benjamin fan, but that song does have a good flow to it, while reading the story.

    martymankinss last blog post..The Wedding Part 2: The Big Day

  8. martymankins says:

    Wow. Another stimulating sex story. You have a way of telling a story that puts me with there…. well, almost there… LOL

    Not much of a Breaking Benjamin fan, but that song does have a good flow to it, while reading the story.

    martymankinss last blog post..The Wedding Part 2: The Big Day

  9. Winter says:

    Glad you liked it Charlene.

    Winters last blog post..Sunday Sex

  10. Winter says:

    Glad you liked it Charlene.

    Winters last blog post..Sunday Sex

  11. winter~~nice, very nice reading for a sunday
    ~~~~PLAWYN~~~~

    Charlene in Arkansass last blog post..another compliment and i’m going to scream~~BGWD~~

  12. winter~~nice, very nice reading for a sunday
    ~~~~PLAWYN~~~~

    Charlene in Arkansass last blog post..another compliment and i’m going to scream~~BGWD~~