Oh, Kurt, that's convenient!

Kurt’s fairly cute, even if he does put out major perv vibes. His short, black hair is well-kept, dark green eyes always sympathetic, and you know he’s pretty jacked under those intentionally-unthreatening baggy clothes … but you also know how he burns through girls. Nothing against being loose, it’s mostly the level of dishonesty that bothers you. It’s easy to hurt people If you aren’t upfront in these situations, and you’ve honestly never heard of Kurt being upfront with anybody.

He walks over to the bed, looking around like he’s missing something for a moment. After a bit, he shrugs, closes and locks the door, then sits down. He texts someone on his phone while he waits, which leaves you with a sudden decision to make.

“Hey, Kurt!” you say as you come out of the bathroom, your voice husky and very purposely trying to get under his skin. “Did you want to be alone? Because I can leave.”

“Nah, you are very welcome to stay,” he answers after a moment of surprise, affecting a cocky grin you’re used to seeing when the senior boy tries to hit on girls. “Just needed to get away for a minute, you know?”

“Mm. That’s fair.” You sit beside him, crossing your legs. “You were here Friday, right?”

“Absolutely. It was a good night.”

“Well, for some people. I got really drunk and totally missed getting the number from this girl I was talking to. Didn’t you talk to her, too?” He looks like he’s contemplating for a second. Just as you get ready to chalk up another mysterious memory gap, though …

“Yeah, Savina. She went home with you?” You nod. “Huh. Well, that explains why I struck out … yeah, she and I talked about politics some, said I had ‘potential,’ but left before she explained. How was she?”

“Sort of the problem, I don’t even remember,” you tell him, making your best effort to look a little embarrassed, but mostly just taken away with the insanity of it all. “I’ve been trying to figure out what happened exactly, but I didn’t even get her name, honestly.”

“Ah. She said she’d be back around when she left? I can let her know you’re looking for her,” he offers, taking out his phone to retrieve your number. After giving it to him, you find yourself staring at his neck. He is decently hot … and even if he’s an asshole, it’s not like you’re trying to date him. And you can tell whatever tank you have isn’t full just yet.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Kurt?” you ask as you twirl your hair around one finger, deliberately playing up the naivete to draw him in. “Being at these parties … I dunno’, all the upper classmen girls seem so put-together.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, intentionally softening his smile. You can tell he’s taken the bait and look away shyly. “Trust me, anyone here would give their left leg to go home with you.”

“Really? You think?”

“I know. You’re a very beautiful woman, Jaquelin.” Ugh. If you weren’t going to also get blood out of this, that would have been a hard pass. Not even your mom calls you Jaquelin anymore.

“Prefer Jaq,” you sigh as you spin your legs and plant yourself in his lap, facing him. He’s clearly somewhat startled, but adjusts quickly. “It’s important, y’know. If you need to call it out for some reason.”

“I mean, if you’re su-“ You kiss him hard, cutting him off as he grips your waist and pulls you down towards him. You slide your jacket off easily enough and manipulate him with much more ease than you’re used to with a boy thanks to your newfound strength. Pinning him down, you pull his shirt off before kissing down his chest, no real interest in drawing this out like you did with Tanya. You scrape your fangs just a little over his abs to see how he reacts, and the tingle that runs down your spine is given voice by the groan emitting from your partner.

By the time you reach his crotch, your fingers have already looped through his pants and tugged them down. You consider blowing him for a moment, but decide that if you’re already set and he’s ready to go, there’s really no point. Besides, you only LIKE blowing someone if you’re really into them. Though it is fun, then …

When you pull yourself back up, your tight, leather pants and the simple set of dark green underwear you wore tonight are on the floor, letting you tease his hard cock with your wet slit as you watch the throbbing of his veins with great intent. He grunts, clearly ready to fuck, but you keep him pinned and taunt him for a minute, grinding into him and feeling his shaft twitch against you.

“You want it?” you tease, grinning down at him. He looks almost angry, which is more than a little funny to you.

“Yes!” he hisses out, reaching up and groping one of your tits. You groan, then grab his hand as it starts to slide under your shirt and slam both of his wrists down in your grip. You make steady eye contact with him, moving up, then pushing back down and feeling him slip inside you. You start to ride him without breaking away, enjoying watching his face twitch and his lips part in eager, pleased moans as you squeeze yourself around him.

It feels good to be in charge, the way you have him so thoroughly at your mercy physically and mentally. His thrusts up into you are **** and quick, clearly burning with a desire to get off, while you know that if you wanted to, you could keep him from even doing that. You don’t trust him, but you don’t need to in this position. You move your hips faster, gyrating on top of him as you pant, focusing on how far along you are.

When you feel him start to throb inside you, you know you’re running out of time. You dive forward, kissing his neck, and wait for him to tilt his head back with a loud groan before biting into him. The flavor is soft, mildly sweet, still excellent, but very different from Tanya or Eva. Though Tanya and Kurt were still a notable second place. You drink from him fairly quickly as you moan, squirting down over his lap as you feel his cock twitching, then starting to spurt hot cum inside you. You ride out both of your orgasms with your teeth firmly in him, sliding back only when you feel the last, defeated, but eager blast of his seed inside you.

As you loom up above him, you feel proud to have choked down the desire to drain him without any notable effort this time. Being more full probably helped, but it feels good to be in control. When his soft cock slips out of you, you let go of his wrists and stand, moving to the bathroom to clean up. While you do, he doesn’t even move, just catching his breath on the bed.

Pulling your underwear and pants back on, you look down at him, admiring your handiwork in the thoroughly-exhausted man. You prefer biting women so far, especially since they don’t deplete their resources quite as fast, but it was fun. And you do like something of decent size filling up your pussy from time to time, honestly. Considering if he wants to go again, you bite your lip and lean down over him.

“What do you want, Kurt?” you ask with heavy intonation. His expression goes blank. No intention of hypnotizing him into fucking you (for A LOT of reasons), you’re curious if he even wants to go again before you put the effort in. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen him string a girl along with empty promises. “Right now.”

“More of that. I want to keep fucking you,” he answers in a steady, inflectionless tone. You grin and get ready to release him. Just one more question.

“How do you want me?” you whisper to him, crawling over top of him again as you prepare to break eye contact and do whatever the hell nasty, little fantasy he answers with since you’re still so goddamn horny.