by Lexi Ward
I worked on the shoulder and the rest of his body, because I just couldn’t take my hands off of him. I hadn’t changed into my regular attire and I was doing my business with only a skintight wet suit that was down around my waist. I felt his hand touching my leg and I moved it aside with a gentle reminder that that was not going to happen.
Him lying there, so close to me, was making it hard to fight my feelings. I was getting caught up in the moment and looking at him like this was more than enough to make me take the chance. When his hand touched my leg again ‘purely by accident of course’, I tried to move my hand to intervene, but it wouldn’t move. I enjoyed the way his fingers were creeping up the inside of my thigh and then soon rubbing my mound through the wetsuit.
"I knew you would come around eventually, Elizabeth. I have to say that I haven’t been able to think of anyone else since I saw you three days ago. I haven’t even been with anyone. When I came close, I felt like I was cheating on you. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but the only way that I can get you out of my system is to fuck the living daylights out of you.” The very idea of taking his steed between my legs was causing my pussy to gush with excitement.
CHAPTER FOUR
With his hands now getting busy between my legs, I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I slapped his bare ass. He grunted in response, but he didn’t try to stop me, as I spread his legs and drizzled the oil down the crack of his ass. I followed the line of warm liquid with the tip of my finger, grazing over the winking rosebud. I saw him squirm and I circled the very spot, until his hips started to move like he was fucking the table.
“I never had anybody do that to me before.” I didn’t hear him complaining and I followed down over his heavy laden balls, gripping them and cradling them in my hand. I gave them an interesting massage, but it was what was underneath him, swinging freely, that I was interested in getting a hold of.
He suddenly turned and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me down swiftly, until my mouth was practically giving his cock a very secret kind of kiss. My lips touched the warm pliable head. I could taste the salty discharge of his excitement clinging to my lips. I opened my mouth and I found myself wanting to do this despite my claim to the contrary. I made myself believe that he was forcing me to do this, but I knew differently.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this. I’m glad to see that I’m not the only one. Come on, I know you can take more than just a measly couple of inches. You have this raw sexuality that tells me that this is not your first rodeo. Open up that damn throat and let me feel what it’s like to be deepthroated by a real woman who knows what they’re doing.” The excitement within his eyes was telling me what I was doing was exactly the right thing.
His knob touched the back of my mouth and I took a deep breath and grabbed him at the base. I had two fingers circled around, but they didn’t even come close to connecting.
“I have to see this to…fucking believe it.” This was the first time that I had decided to mix business with pleasure. It seemed almost stupid not to, especially when I had him in a vulnerable position each and every time I had him on the table. He swung around with his feet dangling over the sides. He was sitting there with his two hands on the back of my head. “My god, you really do know how to make a man feel good. You are definitely good for my ego.” His ego was already big enough. He didn’t need me to stroke it for him.
His hips were moving and I may have gagged a little bit on that stick of dynamite, but it wasn’t enough to make me relinquish my hold. I worked my head up and down, drooling down the length of him and leaving him nicely spit shined. He was getting close and I wanted this more than I could ever say. He grunted and then he threw back his head with his eyes closed and the rest of him came alive.
The first blast trailed across my tongue and left an imprint on me. It was soon followed by a deluge of five more quick streams that filled my mouth to capacity. I sucked it all down. I turned my face up towards him with my throat working to take his deposit. I still had my hand around him and then I began to circle his knob with my tongue. That oversensitive part of his anatomy was revitalized. It was a little trick I had learned from a boyfriend. I surprised him by this new twist in our relationship dynamic.
I popped his knob out of my mouth and licked my lips to let him know that that was just the start of something more to come. “I don’t normally finish a guy off like that. I did learn an interesting trick from an old boyfriend from the orient. Any man is capable of coming back after such an explosion. The girl just needs to know what they’re doing.” He was staring at me. I thought that he was mad, but he was actually over stimulated.
He jumped down and took a hold of the snap on my bikini top and made short work of it. He unzipped the wet suit the rest of the way and let it fall at my feet. He bent me over the table with my ass in his face and his tongue now spearing forward. I let him have his way with me, ravaging my body and making me cry out in obvious enjoyment to what he was doing.
“I want to cum… I want to cum, so fucking bad. You don’t even know the half of it. That’s it, get it in there deep and wiggle that god damn tongue, until I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me…god damn it fuck me with that…TONGUEEEEEEE.” I was barely breathing and I was praying to the gods above that this would never end. I had the time and I was going to make the most of it. My climax had left me spellbound and lying there helplessly available.
Amazingly, he did not stop there and he continued to administer to my oral needs. I came at least three more times and then his hands were on my hips guiding that missile to my sweet hole. They say good things come to those who wait. He was the one that was making up for the other disappointments. Men had come and gone out of my life like a revolving door, but he was the one that made them pale in comparison.
His cock was inside me and I could hear him mumbling something underneath his breath. I thought that I heard something like. “I can’t fucking believe it…so hot…so fucking wet and tight. It feels like I’m doing a virgin.” He wasn’t talking to me. He was pretty much in awe that he had found a woman that could match him stroke for stroke.
“I think you can…do better than that. C’mon Anderson…put your weight against it and give me the fucking you’ve been waiting for. You and I both know… Yes… Yes…that you’ve been teasing me and hoping for this day.” I screamed and I noticed that there was a guy walking his dog. He had stopped on the beach to watch our impromptu sex show.
He stood there squeezing his package and looking around to make sure that nobody else had witnessed any of this. I’m sure that he would have taken it out, but he didn’t want to take the risk of being found acting like some kind of pervert.
“I love the way that your pussy grabs me tightly. I’m sure that you can feel how fucking hard I am for you. I’m going to give you the pounding of a lifetime and you’re not going to be able to walk straight.” It was a good thing that my leg muscles were well developed and that my stamina was ready to go the distance. I was thankful that I’d taken up jogging along with the necessary cardio from surfing. “All I see is a desirable woman that needs me in her life to complete her. Fuck…you’re doing that on purpose.” I squeezed down on him with those muscles that I had learned to manipulate. It was funny, but that same oriental young man had taught me some amazing things, before he was called back to an arranged marriage.
“Drive it in deep…make me feel it all the way down to my fucking toes.” I lost my composure. That orgasm was, so damn intense that it was grabbing me by the throat and wouldn’t let go. It strangled the very breath from my body and then I did the exact same thing to the invading presence between my legs.
He rode the wave of my climax. I thought that I was going to pop the cork from his champagne of love. He was breathing heavily, but he did not go off. He waited, until I was back within the moment before picking up speed and the pace of his thrusts.
“I think that you’ve wanted this and I’m damn w
ell going to give it to you.” I felt his cock swelling and that vein now pumping with a life of its own. He bellowed into the sky, while pulling out and shooting all over my ass. I heard an approving chuckle and then a clapping of hands. We both looked up to see that man Doffing his hat to a show that was worth the price of the free admission.
“I’m hoping that you’re not just going to leave me lying here. Do I even dare to ask you if you intend to stay? I don’t think that you’re the kind a man that is going to let me down. I thought that I had you pegged from the very beginning, but you surprised me. Is my trust in you warranted, or have I been fooling myself?” I could feel his hot breath in my ear and the feel of his shaft nestled in between my cheeks.
“If you will have me, then you can have me for the rest of your life.” I wasn’t sure if I believed him.
We continued to date for some time, until he finally popped the question during a meal that was fit for a queen. We were going to be married and I had tamed the man. I was worried that he would cheat on me with another, but I got the feeling that his commitment to me was final and absolute.
We sealed our love with a kiss at the altar. It was a magical moment and we were about to start a new life together. There was, so much left for us to explore about each other and we had years to find everything out.
The Dragon Shifter’s Wild Mate
CHAPTER ONE
Waking up, sweat clinging to her body, Jocelyn felt her heart racing in her chest. The dream had come again. The same one she had had for the last five nights since she had been taken into holding by the Dtor and his chief advisor the Docart. A month ago, the reality of where she was would have seemed unimaginable.
Orphaned at a young age, Jocelyn’s demeanor was quiet and reserved. She always felt like an outsider, and struggled to create long-term relationships with anyone—friends, men, even her adoptive family. When she started her job as a psychiatric social worker a little over a year ago, she dreamt of making an impact on other’s lives. She hoped that through helping them she could somehow help herself. The reality was, however, that Josey’s job filled her with nothing but frustration.
The majority of the patients she saw were men. She hated working with men. They always challenged her, and never seemed to give her respect. While she tried to convince herself the reason for this was her passive nature, she knew that in reality it came from her physique. Being a curvy, voluptuous woman had always brought with it its own brand of attention. That, coupled with her round, almost childlike face and large green eyes made working with the men sent to her by court mandate almost unbearable.
Kain Connelly was like all the rest. He sat, slumped in the small wooden chair across from her, muttered something occasionally, but was more or less uncooperative. He was a large, muscular man, with shaggy strawberry blond hair, deep hazel-green eyes, and the ability to fill her with a sense of intimidation just by looking at her. His overall presence was overbearing, and his stance always aggressive.
During their first three meetings, Jocelyn learned very little about him. He had been in and out of prison multiple times, usually for petty theft. But the last charge brought against him was assault on a police officer and landed him his longest stint in jail, along with an order from the court to meet with her weekly upon being released.
The morning of their fourth meeting started like all the others. She asked him questions, and he refused to answer. That day, though, she decided to push him a little more.
“You just need to answer a few questions, Mr. Connelly,” she insisted. “At least tell me why you felt the need to assault that man.”
“You want to know why I beat the shit out of that self-entitled son of a bitch?” Kain said leaning forward quickly clutching the arm rests of the chair.
Taken aback by his sudden hostility, Josey forced herself to resist the urge to move away from his aggressive gesture. “It would be a good start.”
“He was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he said in a low, almost haunting tone.
“He was a police officer. He was called to the scene because of a disturbance; a disturbance caused by you.”
“He should have left well enough alone,” Kain said. A smirk spread across his face.
“You’re proud of yourself,” she noted, reaching across her desk for a pen to make a note in her file.
Quickly, he reached out to grab her hand. In the brief instant that their skin touched, Jocelyn felt a hot almost fire like sensation run up her arm. She pulled her hand back quickly, examining it. When she looked up, his eyes were looking deeply into hers. The aggressive, defensive look he had written across his face during all of their previous meetings was gone. He looked almost as surprised as she felt. Something had happened in that moment. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something changed.
CHAPTER TWO
Sitting in her stone walled cell, Jocelyn thought back on that day. She ran her fingers along the place where she first felt his touch, and smiled to herself. So much had changed since that moment. She got to her feet and paced back and forth across the small space. The ground beneath her bare feet was cold, but it didn’t bother her. It soothed her in a sense, and as she moved back and forth she ran her hand along the stone wall, letting the cooling sensation play on her fingertips.
Since being brought to The Cave, Jocelyn always felt hot, even though the structure was hidden away deep in the mountains and the air temperature couldn’t be more than forty degrees. The heat that constantly clung to her wasn’t coming from the room; however, it was coming from inside her. The feeling reminded her of the night that Kain and her became forever intertwined.
After the exchange in her office he slowly consumed her every thought, and a feeling of familiarity began to surround the image of him in her mind. She had the feeling that she had always known him, but couldn’t figure out how.
A few nights later, when she found him in the bar a few blocks from her apartment she hoped to get answers. She had decided to go out with friends, something relatively out of character for her. When the group had finished with their night and began heading for the door, she sensed it. The air in the room became heavy. It felt like a sudden wave of heat had consumed her. Scanning the room quickly, she saw him. He was standing at the opposite end of the bar, leaning against a wooden table, his eyes on her.
Her gaze still fixed on his, Josey pushed her way past the small crowd of people separating them and planted herself square in front of him. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
He laughed heartily and threw back the last drops of the beer in his hand. “What am I doing here?” he took a step in her direction. “I’m drinking. What does it look like?”
“You’re on parole. You’re not supposed to...” she began. He moved even closer, causing her voice to trail off. He wrapped his strong muscular arms around her and pulled her close. The sensation she felt rush through her body was all consuming. Her knees went weak and her palms became sweaty.
“It seems like I’m doing a lot of things I’m not supposed to be tonight,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes filled with passion and fire. He leaned in closer, causing her body to become overwhelmed with heat.
Trying to focus on his words more than his touch, she forced herself to turn and look up at him, his face brushing against hers. “You’ve had too much to drink,” she whispered into his ear, trying to resist the urge to pull him closer.
“That’s the problem, Jocelyn.” The way he said her name made a shiver run down her spine. “I haven’t. I would love to explain away this whole thing with an excuse like alcohol. But since that day in your office, I haven’t been able to think straight. Drink or no drink, I’ve thought about you every moment since.”
His words reached down inside her and pulled up the emotions she had been suppressing. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that her feelings were unreasonable, she couldn’t deny that in the instant he touched her she felt a sort of bond with him. It was something
she had never felt before, and she knew she would never be able to let go of it.
Against her better judgment, she accepted his invitation to return to his place with him. It was something she never did. She didn’t go home with men from the bar, and especially not with patients. But the longing to feel his touch again overtook her.
When they got to his house, high up in the mountains outside of the small Montana town she had lived in her entire life, the first thing she noticed was the condition of the home. It was large, but in an advanced state of decay. The air inside smelled moldy and stale, and there was a layer of dust covering everything.
He led her down the hall and into a small sitting room. All of the furniture was covered in sheets. She looked around the room, trying to make out her surroundings in the darkness. “The lights don’t work,” he explained as he walked passed her and over to the large fireplace. She didn’t see him light a match or pull out a lighter, but in the blink of an eye a roaring fire appeared, filling the room with a soft orange glow.
