“Gray,” Liz whispered seductively, “wake up.”

“What’s up?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and discovering I’d shuffled around in my sleep and was facing Liz.

“I can’t sleep,” Liz replied after pushing her bare chest a little closer to mine, “think you can give me a hand?”

“You seemed fine before,” I remarked confusedly, still not quite awake, “where’d your bra go?”

“It got uncomfortable,” Liz whispered as she looked over my shoulder at the still sleeping Millie, “I think it’s what woke me up.”

My brain still wasn’t working right, but thankfully I was managing to hold the conversation, “So what do you need me to do?” I asked with the best smile I could manage, barely able to keep my eyes open.

“I’m sure you can think of something.” Liz replied as she ran her fingers along the outline of my barely half-hard morning wood through my boxers.

“Suppose I could,” I quietly laughed, Liz’s fingers still tracing, “what if Millie wakes up though?”

“Then she can join in,” Liz said with a playful shrug before leaning close to my ear, “but let’s try and let her get some sleep.”

“Like I’m going to be the problem,” I replied cockily, rolling onto my side and tracing my thumb just inside the elastic of Liz’s panties, “you on the other hand.”

“I can control myself,” Liz scoffed in faux dismay after finally reaching into my boxers and wrapping her hand around my cock, “you act as if-”

Smirking at Liz’s delighted gasp, I pulled my fingers out slightly and began slowly rubbing her clit, “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“That was a low blow,” Liz pointed out, unable to hide how much she enjoyed me toying with her, “but I suppose you need all the help you can get.”

“Is that a fact?” I replied as Liz started to slowly stroke my almost painfully hard member, “You’ve seemed pretty happy up ‘til now.”

“Well, there’s ha…ppy,” Liz breathed, me pushing my fingers in once more apparently catching her off guard, “and then there’s ecstasy.”

“You seem fairly ecstatic to me,” I pointed out, matching the slow but deliberate rhythm of Liz’s strokes with my fingers, “but I suppose if I can’t get you there…”

“Don’t you dare,” Liz jokingly warned after I’d teasingly gone to pull my hand away, before turning significantly softer, “please?”

“That’s what I thought,” I said with a borderline evil grin before quickly meeting her tempo once more, “now, where were… we?”

There it was, a flash of weakness, proof that I wasn’t immune to Liz’s soft palms, and all she needed to return my devilish grin.

Without saying another word, Liz tightened her grip slightly and started to stroke a little faster, pushing me to match her speed.

I soon found myself struggling to maintain the pace though, breathing heavier with each passing second as Liz pulled my cock out and squeezed her powerful thighs around my hand.

Seeing no option but the nuclear, I began rubbing her clit with my thumb, hoping to offset the lack of a regular pace and maintain at least some kind of footing in the erotic melee.

The play worked.

Liz’s defenses fell, her barely held smirk giving way as her mouth fell open and near-silent whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips, her eyes no longer staring into mine and instead having rolled up and closed, and her grip and fast strokes having slackened to an erratic, desperate pace.

Unfazed by Liz’s failing wrist, I pressed my forehead against Liz’s and continued to pick up the pace, ignoring the cramp that was radiating from my thumb up through my wrist in favor of focusing on the tightness around my fingers.

Giving up on any attempt at finishing me, Liz released my member and grabbed ahold of my hair as she hurtled towards completion, her chest and cheeks flushing being the final warning before her right leg started to quiver.

“Don’t stop…” Liz pleaded as if I was the literal Devil while barely noticeably thrusting, apparently involuntarily, before wincing and biting down on her lip to catch what was sure to be a house-leveling cry of ecstasy, practically ripping out a chunk of my hair and breaking my hand as she finished.

She stayed like that for a while, frozen in time while her supernatural strength kept me from releasing neither my hair nor my hand, before finally relaxing and letting out a thoroughly satisfied sigh.

“Thank you…” the barely conscious Vampire murmured.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, rolling onto my back and almost dragging the covers off the girls with my still very erect cock in the process, “see you in a few hours.”

Liz huffed at that, lifting herself up onto her elbow as she did, “What kind of person do you think I am?” she asked, reaching down and delicately tracing her index finger’s nail up and down my shaft.

“Tired.” I remarked amusedly, “A little humbled, maybe?”

“That’s exactly my point,” Liz said pointedly, “how can I ever be expected to regain my honor if I leave you like… this?”

Beyond able or willing to play it cool, I pushed my head back into the weak pillow and let out a groan, “You raise a valid argument…” I replied as Liz mercifully relented with her toying and set down the path of picking up where she left off, “Wouldn’t want you to rev yourself back up is all.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Liz laughed innocently, reaching her original speed in seconds and throwing in a few slight twists that had me grabbing handfuls of the terrible mattress.

I don’t know what it is, but something about stopping and starting has a way of cutting my sexual stamina in half, that night proving to be no exception.

Liz, having seen how much I was straining not to immediately ruin the covers, decided that she’d push me further into the red zone by lightly nibbling on my earlobe, sending a tingling rush up my side.

Tensing up as I reached the point of no return, I fought not to tear a hole in the side of the mattress and prepared for the violent spasm that was fast approaching.

Then, right as I wondered if the mess would be worth it, Liz shot under the covers, wrapped her lips tightly around the head of my cock, and, timed to a T, caught every last drop while my abdominals did the equivalent of a thousand crunches in half-a-second.

Unable to fully relax while Liz rolled her tongue around my virtually electrified tip, I was genuinely relieved when she came up for air and dropped her head onto the pillow, a proud smile painted across her lips.

“Mmhm,” she muttered happily, clearly exhausted, my limbs going limp as she got snuggled up, “that’s what I thought.”

Have to say, as I laid there breathless, staring up at the cracked concrete ceiling, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit used.

Not saying I minded, but still.