Dragons do it dirtier, p.7
Dragons Do It Dirtier, page 7
A butterfly kiss landed on my left cheekbone, then my right. Then my chin. Finally, my lips.
He was being so darn sweet; how could I not give in?
I opened my eyes.
“I have never had sex on this sofa. Or in my office. Or anywhere in the distillery.”
“Really?” I wasn’t questioning his honesty. I believed he was telling the truth. I didn’t think Bain was the kind to lie.
The kind to have lots of women, yes.
Not the kind to lie.
“Truly,” he replied. “Sometimes when I work late, I sleep on it. That’s why it’s in my office. No sex.”
I snorted. “Well, now it’s the sex sofa.”
Instead of laughing with me, his eyes burned with that fierce green glow from before.
I reached my hand to touch the side of his face. It was mesmerizing. This was no trick of the light. This was—
The heavy weight of his body covered me.
For a brief moment, I felt the hard length of his erection pressed against me as he kissed me, but then he slipped away.
To his knees.
I wished there were a mirror. I was sprawled back against the sofa, my legs spread wide with Bain kneeling before me like a warrior worshipping his queen. I could only imagine the erotic picture we presented.
He leaned forward to kiss me, and I held out a hand to stop him. “Wait. Can you…” I could feel the heat in my cheeks.
Which was ridiculous.
I’d gotten to the “cock” stage of desire. I want your cock inside me. That I could say, but not, “Please take your shirt off?”
I was all in for sex happening. Basically now…ish. I wanted him desperately. I was inches—Lord, thank you, because so many inches—away from breaking my terrible sex drought, and yet I was embarrassed to ask the man who was about to fuck me silly if he could take his shirt off?
The devil in his dancing shoes couldn’t be happier than I was in this moment. And yet I couldn’t ask for what I wanted. What was wrong with me?
Bain lifted my hand and brushed a soft kiss along my knuckles. “Tell me. Anything you want, just tell me.”
Except now it was a thing, and I couldn’t say the words. I blinked at him, then holding his gaze, leaned forward and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
He grinned.
It wasn’t charming or full of humor. It was very Bain, intense and sexy as hell.
Then he whipped off his T-shirt, leaving me to stare at the most gorgeous wall of muscular male chest that ever existed. The lightest dusting of dark hair, and a quick glance south revealed ridiculous abs and a faint happy trail that my fingers very much wanted to follow.
I scooted forward to the edge of the sofa, the better to touch him. Because I couldn’t not touch him.
The firm curve of his pecs with their tight male nipples begged to be touched, so I stroked and petted, but then I just had to lick, because I’d never licked a man’s nipple before. Hadn’t ever wanted to. But I was dying to lick Bain’s.
I lapped and nibbled, and his entire body shuddered.
I’d been turned on by every single thing Bain had done. The way he looked at me, the fierce light of passion in his eyes, his demanding kisses, even the reverent touch of his lips on my knuckles…
But that shudder, that I’d caused, made me so wet I could only imagine it was like a river down there. That was a slightly embarrassing thought. But then I remembered the size of Bain’s cock, and I decided a river was probably good.
He waited and watched me.
As I hovered with my mouth near his chest, thinking and panting in short, aroused bursts that tickled his skin and made him shiver, he waited.
And that turned me on even more.
I ran my hands up his chest to his collarbones and then along the thick muscles covering his shoulders down to his biceps.
All the while he continued to kneel, the soft sounds of our excited breaths the soundtrack to my exploration.
I loved that I made him pant. I loved that he wanted me so much.
I continued my exploration down his forearms and thick wrists. When I reached his hands, he threaded his fingers through mine and drew me close for a slow, open-mouthed, hot-as-hell kiss.
The friction of my breasts against his chest felt so good that I shimmied, rubbing them more firmly.
He groaned like he was in pain, but the very best sort of pain.
“Can I take your dress off?” he whispered in my ear.
So respectful. So polite.
“I want to suck your tits, while I make you come.”
“Oh, yes, please. Please, yes. I would like that very much,” I babbled in reply.
Polite Bain was hot. Dirty-talking Bain made me forget all reason and babble like a virgin.
He groaned again, then stood, pulling me with him. He made quick work of the two ties securing my dress in place.
The chill of the air conditioning hit my skin as my dress slid to the floor, and that was a reminder that I was practically naked.
In full daylight.
In Bain’s office.
I almost melted and not from an excess of passion.
But then I saw the look on his face as he took in my itty-bitty panties (completely drenched) and my lacy bra (framing more than hiding my aroused nipples).
I’d worn a matching set today, because I had a new client and pretty lingerie made me feel confident.
Except it normally made me feel confident when it was underneath my clothes.
His eyes lit with that fiery green light I found so confusing and yet so sexy, and his nostrils flared.
I knew what was coming out of his mouth before he said it.
“Mine.”
Then his hands were on my waist, my hips, caressing my rib cage. One thumb teased my nipple as his other hand slipped beneath the edge of my panties, all while his lips devoured me.
I didn’t know where to focus. Everything felt…wonderful. I sighed into his mouth, melting into his touch.
My breasts rubbed against his chest, and I shifted in an attempt to ride his thick, muscular thigh.
But he wasn’t having any of it.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and laid me out on the sofa, then stripped my underwear with a passion-fueled gleam in his eyes.
The last time we’d been this close to having sex, I had an underwire jabbing my boob. Nope. Not today.
With Bain’s hot gaze tracing my curves, I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. It wasn’t a cute, sexy move, but I couldn’t avoid arching my back to reach the hook-and-eye closure…which thrust my breasts forward…which made Bain very, very happy.
That was my guess anyway, since he was naked in less than two seconds flat. The man could move with astonishing speed when he was motivated.
I propped myself up on my elbows for a better view.
He was so gorgeous. So handsome. Beautiful even. Every plane of his masculine features, every curve of his toned body. Everything about him was—“Oh. My. God. This isn’t going to work.”
He looked down at the appendage that had caused my reaction and then at me with his eyebrows arched. “It’ll work.”
He was thick and long with a slight upward curve.
Having become intimately acquainted with my body over the last year—solo sex had that advantage—I knew just what that curve would do. The spot that it would hit inside me.
As I watched he gripped the base of his cock and squeezed.
If my honey trap had been a river before, I couldn’t even imagine how wet I was now.
But something I also knew from the last year… He was thicker and longer than any battery-operated toy that had come anywhere near my lady parts. I’d seen comparable toys, but I thought they were the kind people bought as a prank.
He stalked closer as I watched his muscular legs.
Who was I kidding? I was definitely keeping my eye on that monster cock. It was so hard it barely moved as he walked, and my mouth watered.
I wanted to lick him.
Suck him.
Feel him get even harder inside my mouth.
That was new. I’d never once had the desire to put my mouth on a man before. Just Bain.
Only Bain.
He stopped in front of me, and I watched as a drop of precum leaked from his slit.
It was too much. I couldn’t not taste him.
I leaned forward and licked the drop from the broad tip of his cock.
Praise heaven, he tasted just like he smelled.
Smoke, cinnamon, and sin.
20
BAIN
The heat of her mouth on me was too much.
I was already on the cusp after she’d explored my body with gentle fingers and soft exclamations of passion.
But then, with the tip of my cock in her mouth, she moaned like she’d never tasted anything so good in her life.
Everything she did turned me on, but this… The sound of her pleasure and the sight of her mouth on me almost undid me.
I pulled her gently away before I lost all restraint and fucked her mouth like she was practically begging me to.
Not now.
Maybe later.
She licked her puffy lips.
Definitely later.
Right now, I wanted to claim her. Mark her. Fuck her. Make her come so hard she couldn’t remember the assholes who came before.
She was mine.
Except…
Taylor wanted sex. Only sex.
She’d been looking for a one-night stand when we’d met. She’d called it her revirginization prevention plan, but the meaning was clear. She hadn’t been trawling a dive bar alone to find her one true love.
I’d never seen her as a one-night woman, which was why I’d tried to stay away.
And now… Now, I wanted so much more.
But I’d take what I could get.
No way I was turning down the chance to fuck her tight, wet cunt. To bring her pleasure. To tie her closer to me.
The rest…
The rest I’d worry about after.
I kissed her hard as I slipped her panties off. Her eager mouth softened, and I gentled my assault. Our tongues danced, and I straddled her on the sofa.
Her hands landed on my chest then ran down my abdomen, along my sides and further, exploring, squeezing, stroking as she went. When she came to my ass, she started to knead the muscles, and my balls drew up tight against my body.
Never had any woman made me burn like Taylor did.
I wanted desperately to sink into her tight heat and fuck her till her eyes rolled back in her head, but I needed to prepare her first. My girl was small and tight. I let my hands wander down her body, petting and stroking as I continued to kiss her.
I groaned into her mouth and rutted against her when my hand found her slick warmth.
So wet and needy.
She took my finger with ease, so I slipped a second inside her, stretching her passage as I kissed her neck, then her tits.
Just like I remembered, she was tight and hot and so responsive.
She rolled her hips with each thrust of my fingers.
I grazed her swollen clit gently with my thumb and her passage tightened around my fingers.
I swallowed the roar building inside me. I wanted to make her come, fill her snug passage, and spill inside her as she came again. I wanted to see my come mix with her fluids and painting her thighs.
My beast wanted the fertile woman under me round with my child.
Taylor would never forgive that betrayal of trust.
I withdrew my fingers. Her inner walls clenched, desperate for more, so I murmured quiet words of comfort and whispered promises of satisfaction.
Her eyes, usually a soft blue-gray, had darkened to a deeper blue with her passion. And anger. She thought I was walking away.
She didn’t understand. Walking away was no longer an option.
I kissed her chin, then moved just far enough away to reach my pants.
I retrieved a condom from my wallet. Rolling it on was torture. I was so turned on that my cock was sensitized to the slightest touch.
When I returned to her, the accusation had faded from her gaze and all that remained was desire.
I moved between her legs, kissing her luscious tits, lavishing attention on her sweet nipples as I used first two, then three fingers to make sure she was ready.
She was wet and eager; her eyes filled with a dewy desire when I notched my cock at her entrance. Our gazes locked as I nudged inside. It took everything for me to keep looking at her. I wanted to throw back my head and roar as I thrust inside her.
But she needed patience, and if it fucking killed me, I’d give it to her.
21
TAYLOR
Bain’s gaze never wavered as he entered me.
He held my gaze as his glorious cock slowly, inch by inch, filled me up.
It was torture, the stretch almost a burn.
I could barely breathe.
I loved it.
It was heaven.
Once he was fully seated inside me, he waited.
His expression was fierce. He looked like a soldier off to war. A knight off to slay dragons.
But all that pent-up ferocity was merely an expression of his leashed passion—for me.
My eyes burned, and I was this close to crying.
Crying while I had amazing sex was not part of the master plan for revirginization prevention. So I grabbed hold of Bain’s perfect, bitably firm ass, and while I squeezed him with my hands, I also gave him a nice squeeze somewhere else.
Damned if his eyes didn’t glow.
But then I didn’t see his eyes anymore. I didn’t see anything but the stars painting the inside of my eyelids as he thrust inside me.
22
BAIN
Taylor, my sweetness, looked at me with passion and something else, something more. Then her eyes welled with tears, and when I thought my heart would break from the sight, she started to milk my cock with her inner muscles.
She was a witch.
A temptress.
A fucking siren.
The desire to mark her was overwhelming.
But it wasn’t right.
Not here. Not now.
I swallowed a groan.
Not without explaining. Not without her consent.
My hips began to move. If I couldn’t have all of her, I’d have this.
I focused on making it good. Long, slow, firm strokes that dragged against her G-spot, then quicker, shorter thrusts that brushed her clit.
By the time she came on my cock, she was out of her mind and screaming my name.
Just like she should be.
But as I came undone, I wasn’t entirely in the moment.
I was imagining the condom gone, fucking her bare, coming inside her with nothing between us.
I was imagining she was mine.
Completely.
Wholly.
Mine.
23
TAYLOR
Every part of my body was relaxed.
No way I’d be comfortable with the hulking beast of a man on top of me if I wasn’t practically boneless right now.
Not that I wanted him to move.
I might be on the verge of suffocation, but it was worth it for the full-body, skin-on-skin contact I was currently experiencing.
For a man who had a lot of rough edges, Bain’s skin was velvety soft. And he was ridiculously warm and yummy. Yes, we’d gotten sticky and sweaty, but with Bain, sticky and sweaty was delicious.
Also, confession: he wasn’t actually suffocating me. I wasn’t sure how he’d managed it, but most of his weight wasn’t resting directly on top of me.
Basically, it was perfect.
He was perfect.
Huh. I guess this was what bliss felt like.
Part of me—the part that couldn’t forget how easily a man had shattered my heart—thought maybe this was just the difference between a battery-operated orgasm and one delivered by an actual man.
Bain interrupted that unfair thought with an audibly deep breath. I thought he was asleep, but clearly not.
“Are you smelling my hair?” I was sure he was, and why was it so hot?
“Fuck yes.” He inhaled again, like he could get high off my scent alone.
That. That was why it was so hot.
“What do I smell like?” It didn’t occur to me how weird that question was until too late. But once the words were out there, I didn’t want to take them back. I wanted to know.
He smelled like smoke and sweet spices. Like cinnamon and sex. And if he had such an identifiable scent, then maybe I was the same for him.
“Like heaven,” he replied without removing his nose from where it was buried. I had to have serious sex hair by this point.
Like heaven was kind of generic, but it was a sweet sentiment.
He inhaled again, and his chest expanded. His voice low and oddly intense, he said, “Pure and sweet. Like the air above the clouds.” He inhaled again. “And cherry blossoms, but that’s your shampoo.”
Wow.
Not generic. At all.
He thought I smelled like the air above the clouds.
What was left of my heart melted a little. I didn’t have a clue what it meant. Maybe some kind of opaque metaphor that I wasn’t entirely understanding. Or maybe like how companies labeled certain scents “linen” or “cotton” even though neither linen nor cotton had any kind of specific scent.
But who cared? It was probably the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me. And coming from Bain, intense and fierce, not remotely poetic Bain, it made me feel warm all over and melty inside.
He kissed the sensitive spot just under my ear. “I’m sorry, but I have to get up.”
I squeaked, because as he spoke, he shifted and moved. Inside me.
And he was still really hard.
As he withdrew his huge cock from my delicate lady bits, I could tell that I was going to be tender. Which made me blush.
