Between a Rock and a Hard-On

by Cindy Spencer Pape

“Only if you want to. But goddess, I wanted you right there at the damn kiddy party. Now it’s all but unbearable.”

  “We should get out of here.” He was already unbuttoning his pants.

  “After.” She lifted her feet to the rock and bent her knees to widen her legs. Bram caught a glimpse of neatly trimmed pale blonde curls. Damn, she was a natural blonde! Then he caught a whiff of her musk and no force in the world could have kept him from burying his face between her thighs.

  “Yes!” She bucked against him and cried out as he licked her dripping pussy in one long slurp. She tasted of salt and earth and sex. He ran his tongue lightly from anus to clit, teasing without offering relief. “More!”

  “What’s your name?” He lifted his face from her cunt just enough to speak, blowing gently on her engorged clit as he did. “No more ‘til you tell me.”

  “T-Twyla,” she whimpered, rotating her hips against his face. “I’m Twyla.”

  “You’re beautiful, Twyla.” He lowered his mouth back down and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. “My name is Bram. And I wanted you at the party, too. But only if you’re really willing.”

  “I was planning to go home after the coven meeting and think of you.” She huffed out the words between gasps. “While I got myself off. Then I was going to ask the mayor about you tomorrow.”

  Yeah, that had been pretty much his plan too. With the energy from the rock, the weird magnetism between the two of them and the taste of Twyla on his tongue, his conscience was outnumbered. He reached up with both hands and palmed her breasts while he feasted. The pale nipples were as hard as diamonds under his calloused hands and she moaned when he rubbed them. Oh yeah, she was more than willing. He’d lay money on the fact that she liked being tied up, as long as it wasn’t satyrs doing it.

  He nibbled on her plump labia and sucked lightly at her clit, earning himself another whimpered “Yes”. He barely paused to breathe—he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to devour her, to wring every last drop of pleasure he could from a situation that had started so badly. His tongue slid along her folds, circled her puckered rosebud anus, then drew back up to stab inside her. He was pretty sure they heard her scream in Center City as he tweaked both her nipples at the same time as he licked her. She came in a rush, even more of her sweet juices running down between her thighs and coating Bram’s chin as he continued to lick and suck until her tremors ceased.

  “Do you want me to stop now?” Maybe now that the worst of her tension was relieved, she’d change her mind and decide she didn’t want to fuck a total stranger while she was chained to a rock.

  “Try it and I’ll kill you.”

  The intense, downright painful arousal had ebbed a bit when she came, but Twyla still wanted him inside her almost more than she wanted her next breath.

  He straightened and she could see his hands shaking as he unzipped his fly, toed off his loafers, then shimmied out of his trousers. Goddess, he was perfect—long and thick and delicious. Her cunt throbbed in anticipation of having all that up inside her. She writhed against her bonds. Her wrists had gone totally numb after their prolonged exposure to the toxic metal. She was turned on by the restraint but at the same time longing to get her hands on that magnificent body. “Hurry.”

  “I’m right here, babe.” He braced his arms on either side of her chest and leaned over her on the boulder. “How about a kiss first?”

  “Please!” She knew she sounded pathetic, but she didn’t care. As he leaned close she could see the glint of moisture on his face, smell herself on his skin. She hadn’t thought she could be more turned on, but impossibly, she was. His longish dark hair dusted over her cheekbones as he bent down. Then his lips brushed hers and she flat-out forgot how to think.

  Nothing in her experience had prepared her for this. Every other man she’d ever been with faded into oblivion beside the sheer beauty of his lips shaping hers. His hands weren’t even touching her and his hairless chest barely brushed the tortured peaks of her nipples, but the flood of sensation from the kiss set every square inch of her skin tingling. When he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips she opened readily, greedily sucking him into her mouth. He tasted of coffee and Twyla’s own arousal as he explored the cavern of her mouth. Her tongue danced and slid alongside his, while she lifted upward, trying to rub her nipples against his chest.

  “Oh goddess!” He broke the kiss, leaving both of them gasping for breath. Then he knelt on the stone between her legs, nuzzling the side of her neck and then down between her aching breasts. “You are amazing, Twyla.” The words were a whispered caress as he circled one nipple with his tongue, shifting his weight off one hand so it could cup and squeeze the other peak. She pulled against the bonds holding her arms over her head, turned on further by the restraint. When he sucked the beaded point into his mouth, she cried out, arching her back up off the stone to force her nipple deeper into the hot cavern. He got the hint and suckled harder, pinching the other nipple with thumb and forefinger. She was so turned on she could almost come again just from this. Then he pulled back and switched sides, nipping softly on the swollen nub.

  Colored sparks of light flashed in front of her eyes as she came, a wordless cry forcing its way past her lips.

  “That’s two,” he murmured, laving the abused nipple with soft licks. His voice was deep and rumbly, husky with desire. “Want to stop now?”

  “Not done yet.” She could already feel her body coiling up for another round. She wanted him so much her womb actually hurt—more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. “Inside me this time. Please.”

  “Your wish is my command, princess.” He’d retracted his claws and now he used one big, long-fingered hand to test her pussy, probing and sliding two long fingers inside before he scissored them open, stretching her tight channel.

  “More!” His fingers soothed the empty ache in her womb, but only slightly. She wanted him all, every long, thick, hard inch. And she wanted it now, with an urgency she knew was only partly due to the sex magic spilled here tonight. A good deal of her need had been there the moment she’d laid eyes on him in that hokey fake vampire costume, with his shining dark chestnut hair, glowing golden-brown eyes and gleaming white fangs.

  And then he pulled his fingers out and took his cock in hand, positioning it between her swollen labia. He rubbed it against her, coating the fat, dark head with her juices. She craned her neck upward to watch.

  “I’m not going to last long, princess.” His voice was thick and deep.

  “Thank the goddess! I want it hard.”

  “That I can manage.” He pushed into her in one powerful shove. He was so big it would have hurt if she hadn’t been so fucking turned on.

  “All right?”

  She looked up into his eyes, which were glowing in the moonlight with a gold metallic sheen. The pupils were just slightly elongated, though she didn’t think they’d been at the party. It was as if he was too aroused to control his appearance. Every muscle and sinew was taut beneath the smooth skin that showed just the faintest trace of scale lines. Even the fangs were in evidence when he smiled and Twyla hummed her approval. “Perrrrrfect.”

  Then he started to move and she forgot how to speak.

  Even though she was wetter than she’d ever been in her life, his size made sure she felt every bit of his slow slide out and forceful thrust back in. Her back scooted a few inches up the rock and she cried out at the abrasion to her wings.

  “Sorry.” He leaned over and slid his hands under her shoulders, wrapping the fingers around to hold her in place. He raised one eyebrow and grinned, but didn’t say anything when his fingers brushed against the tip of her wings. The move put his face above hers and it was the most natural thing in the world to crane her neck upward, silently begging for his kiss. He gave her his lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth at the same time as he pistoned his cock back into her pussy, and he swallowed the little whimpers of pleasure she couldn’t help making as he fucked her f
ast and hard.

  It was only a few strokes later that their breathing became too labored to maintain the kiss and Bram’s head fell to the side while Twyla gasped for air. Before she could even catch her breath, he caught the tendon on the side of her neck with his teeth, biting just hard enough to trigger some sort of pain-pleasure nerve she didn’t know she had. At the same time, he slammed into her one last time, setting off the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced.

  Colored stars filled the grove around them as Twyla screamed, and her pussy clamped down on his cock. That must have done it for him—she felt his whole body tense even further, then with one final thrust, he held himself deep and came, the warm, wet spurt of his seed jetting into her still-pulsating womb. The eroticism of the moment sent her over another peak and she strained against her bonds and cried his name as the stars exploded in front of her eyes brighter than ever before. The sensation was so overwhelming that the world faded to dark.

  Chapter Two

  Holy shit, she’d passed out. Bram had enough strength, barely, to push himself up with his arms and not collapse on top of Twyla. She was so damn tiny he’d probably suffocate her, and that would not be a good way to end what had turned out to be a pretty fucking good evening. Though he still wished he’d had a chance to take the asshole satyrs apart with his bare claws. And maybe teeth.

  He pushed up to his knees, then used one hand to brush her tangled blonde curls away from her face. He trailed a finger down to the two small puncture marks on her throat. They were tiny wounds, meant to mark rather than draw blood, and the hormones in his saliva made sure they were already healed shut. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d never bitten a lover before in his life. That was strictly a mating ritual for dragonkind.

  Now that he could breathe, could think again, he realized he had to get Twyla out of here. Those cuffs were iron and a lot of the Fae were susceptible to the stuff. It was probably draining her strength even while she was unconscious. He slid off the boulder and examined the cuffs that bound her hands. Swearing at the satyrs, he let his claws out and used one talon to pick the lock on the left cuff. He swore some more when he peeled it away and saw the red, angry burn that circled her pale, tender skin. He released the cuff chain from the longer one that circled the boulder, then climbed back onto the rock and pulled Twyla into his lap to remove the other bracelet. By the time he was done, she’d come to and was smiling up at him.

  “Thank you.”

  He grunted, not sure if she was thanking him for freeing her or for the sex. “You okay?”

  She giggled and licked her lips. “Marvelous.” She stretched, causing the lower edge of her wing to rub along his cock, which had only gone down to half-mast in the first place. Then she winced. “Okay, a little sore, but I can live with that.”

  “You’ve some pretty nasty burns from the iron on your wrists. And I’d like to take a look at those wings in better light, make sure they aren’t torn from the rock.”

  Her eyes darted away and she bit her lower lip. “Busted, huh?”

  “’Fraid so, princess. On the up side, I won’t need to mess with your memory about seeing mine. What are you anyway? Faery? Pixie? Sprite? You’re definitely not a dragon.”

  “Pixie,” she answered in a tiny voice. Then she shivered.

  There weren’t a lot of pixies running around the mortal realm. They tended to be a bit too flighty for things like jobs and mortgages, but Bram supposed there were exceptions to every rule. He shook off the thought. He could worry about that later. Right now, this little pixie was cold and that was something Bram had the power to do something about. He gathered her close in his arms and sent a warm breath down her spine. Sometimes there were advantages to being a half-dragon.

  “Mmm. That was nice.” She snuggled into his embrace like she belonged there. “I suppose my clothes are completely trashed, aren’t they?”

  “Pretty much. Can you conjure yourself some more?” He couldn’t remember exactly which magicks went with which branch of the Fae.

  She wiggled in his lap ‘til her hands were free and her face was no longer burrowing into his chest. Her eyes closed and her lips moved, but nothing else happened.

  “Apparently not. The iron cuffs probably sapped things for a while.”

  She cuddled back against his chest, which Bram had to admit, didn’t bother him a bit. Well, it bothered part of him, but only because his cock was starting to think about round two. But then she yawned and he knew he was going to have to wait. It didn’t for a second occur to him that this might have been a one-shot deal. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d be seeing Twyla again. Right now though, he needed to get her somewhere warm, somewhere he could take care of the burns and abrasions.

  “Okay, princess, time to get moving.” Without dislodging her from his arms, he stood and stepped down from the boulder. “Can you stand?”

  “Sure.” She unfolded her legs and obediently stood on the ground. After one shaky moment when she grabbed his arm for support, she seemed to be fine, so he let her go and took a few seconds to pull on his pants and step into his shoes. She picked up a small purse that had been dropped beside the rock and he handed her a pair of flip-flops, which were apparently the only things she’d had on that the bastard satyrs had left intact. Then he lifted her back into his arms.

  “I could walk, you know.” But she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nestled her face into his neck, so he figured the protest was just for show.

  “I can move faster, unless you think you can fly. My shirt’s a few hundred yards back up the path. Then neither of us will be in trouble if a cop spots us.”

  She didn’t bother to answer and he was already moving. In just a few seconds he was at the bend in the path where he’d dropped his shirt. He set her on her feet and pulled the blousy white linen over her head, though it almost seemed like a sin to cover those curves. “Nice dress.”

  She laughed at his remark. “It does come to my knees. Thanks.”

  “Don’t mention it. You have a car around here someplace?”

  “No. Cars have too much iron in them. I can ride in them, but they never seem to work right when I try to drive. I took the bus.”

  “Okay, mine’s not far. Come on.”

  * * * * *

  She didn’t know why she was suddenly apprehensive about getting in a car with him. She’d just let him fuck her literally senseless and all he’d done when she passed out was free her from her bonds. Shaking off her doubts, she didn’t demur when he clasped her hand and started walking toward one of the many parking areas scattered throughout the park.

  The shirt smelled like him, strong and masculine with a touch of something unfamiliar. It was the sexiest scent she could imagine and she knew it also clung to her skin where they’d touched, almost as if he’d marked her with it. She inhaled deeply and the potency of his musk had her creaming again, as did the stickiness of his semen drying on her thighs. What was it about him that turned her into a nymph? Pixies were pretty sexual beings, but it had never been like this before. Even now, her fingers tingled where they interlaced with his.

  “Where do you live?” Was his voice always deep and gravelly like this, or was he still as turned on as she was? A glance down at the front of his pants had her licking her lips. Oh yeah. They were just getting started!

  She gave him directions to her apartment in Manayunk while they walked. With every step she let some part of her body brush against his and had to hold herself back from jumping him there on the trail. When they got to the secluded parking area it was still and deserted, with just one car in the corner. She watched as Bram sniffed the air, as if making sure there was no one around.

  “No satyrs. No humans. Good.” His voice was a rumble, the pitch so deep she could barely hear it—and she had keener hearing than a human. He planted his feet slightly in front of him and leaned back so he was not quite sitting against the front fender of a big vintage muscle car. Then he yanked her into h
is arms.

  She whimpered and practically climbed up his body trying to get her lips on his. Why’d he have to be so damned tall? He must have got the hint, because his strong hands slid up under the oversized shirt and palmed her ass cheeks, then lifted her up, crushing her breasts to his sculpted chest and settling her dripping pussy right over the enormous bulge in his pants. She ground shamelessly against it while they kissed, his lips and tongue devouring hers.

  “Goddess, are all pixies as hot as you?” He leaned back, taking her weight on his body, and slid one hand into the crack of her ass, then forward, slipping and sliding through her wet folds.

  “Don’t think so.” She dropped kisses all over his cheek and neck while she squirmed, trying to get those long, talented fingers into her cunt. “I’m not even normally like this. I mean, sex is fun, but I’ve never needed it like this. If you don’t fuck me again soon, I’ll go insane.”

  “Pretty sure I’m already there, princess.” He bit down on her throat again, but this time without the fangs. At the same time he stuffed his middle finger into her pussy and wiggled it, finding the knot of nerves that set her screaming. When she started to come he took his thumb, which was slick with her cream, and ran it in a small circle around her anus.

  “Yes!” She choked out the word, barely able to breathe. When his thumb breached her sphincter and went into her ass, she convulsed, coming so hard she was afraid something was going to break.

  He waited ‘til she stopped coming before he shifted her enough to reach the straining zipper of his pants. As soon as she figured out what he was doing, she slid down him, dropped her feet to the ground and replaced his hands with her own. Then very carefully she slid one hand inside his waistband to protect him from the zipper’s teeth as she worked it down. He bucked against her hand and gripped the edge of the car with both hands. His spine bowed out as he leaned back over the hood. When his pants dropped down around his ankles, she pulled back a second just to take in the view. The single light in the parking area gleamed off his hairless chest and the glistening tip of his magnificent penis. His cock was pointed up at the stars with the head already weeping.