As she thought of this, she felt her gut drop. She curled her toes, her eyes opening wide as she felt him thrust harder and harder into her. She could hear the slapping of their bodies hitting against each other; their moans and grunts combining in a glorious sexual symphony.
“I’m coming!” he roared.
Macy gasped as her entire body fell into itself and she lost feeling in every part of her except for that small space in between her legs. She bit her lips so hard, she was almost certain she felt blood seeping into her mouth as he withdrew his penis and began to rigorously stroke himself. Soon enough, she felt the warmth of his seed on her back, timed almost perfectly with a deep, guttural sigh; one so sexual, it made Macy want fuck him all over again right then and there.
She climbed off of the desk and turned to look at him, catching him just as he was pulling his boxers and jeans back up. He stopped his hands freezing over his button, as if he had sensed her gaze.
Macy gulped as Jason stared at her, his eyebrow raised. “Yes?” he asked, the excitement in his voice almost palpable.
Startled, she shook her head and looked away, occupying her mind with finding all of her garments, but she had only just spotted her panties when he reached over to her, lifting her chin so that she was facing him. “I know you’re a afraid to say it, but that was great… and I’d like to do it again some time.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Against her own best judgment, Macy melted into his embrace once more.
Luckily, it ended before she could find herself admitting to sentiments she was barely sure existed in the first place.
“Do you want to get a sub with me?” he asked as he glanced at his watch. “I think it’s just about lunchtime.”
Macy’s eyes went wide. She was nowhere near ready to start dating another human being again. Besides, as she got a good look at Jason, she couldn’t help but to think of how boring he was. He sat in the cubicle next to her for Christ’s sake. There was no way she was going to be able to give up her fantasies of a crazy writer husband for… Jason. So she sucked in a deep breath and shifted her gaze away from him, instead occupying herself with making sure she didn’t look like she had just had sex.
She smoothed her hair over and smiled at him. “That could be cool, but I have that meeting I told you about,” she replied, absolutely certain that she was doing a terrible job of lying to him.
He nodded slowly. “Right. Of course.” He replied, although he knew she hadn’t ever told him about a lunch thing of any kind.
Macy could tell by the way that Jason smoothed over his shirt and ushered her out of the room; by the slight tremble in his hands and dark look in his eyes, that he knew she was going through great pains to reject him without rejecting him.
Chapter Three
Since there had never actually been a lunch thing in the first place, Macy had to think fast when she got back to her cubicle. She smiled at Jason as he sat down in front of his desk, then quickly gathered all of her things, struggling to continue to look like she was preparing for a business lunch. After she hastily filled her brief case with a bunch of meaningless documents, she left her cubicle and shot Jason a curt nod on the way to the elevator.
She stabbed the button and waited not-so-patiently for her carriage to take her away.
On the bottom floor, she darted out of the elevator and power-walked out of the building. Her tired feet propelled her down the avenues, fueled by her own fear and deep desire to escape from herself and from whatever it was that had just happened between her and Jason. She didn’t stop until she got stuck on the corner of 76th and 5th a traffic light keeping her feet glued to the sidewalk and central park blocking the chance of moving any farther west.
By the time the light changed, she had convinced herself that it might have actually been a good idea to take a short walk in the park after all. The place was huge, which made her chances of running into Jason, slim to none. So she continued across the street and through the heavy, large gates that marked the entrance into one of the world’s most recognizable parks.
Once inside, she instantly felt a thousand times better. She slowed her pacing to an unassuming stroll as she swung her brief case in her right hand and gazed around her, taking in the calming sights. It didn’t take her too long to realize that she actually did recognize this part of the park. A smile played at the corners of her lips as she took in the rolling hills, covered in the grass newly sprouted out of the ground in the coming spring and the small flowers budding from the trees. As she approached one of the many bridges that crossed a body of water, she could hear the sounds of fishes and ducks splashing around in the water. There was the faint chorus of voices and giggles, but they were nowhere near invasive, and only traveled from far distances, hitching a ride on the wind.
Once over the bridge, she could hear the sounds of screaming and applause. The farther she got along the path, the louder it sounded. As she turned the last bend, she was bombarded by the sharp sound of Bohemian music surging through the light spring afternoon. A dense crowd of people had formed around what Macy knew from many years living in the city, had to have been a street performer. They screamed in wonder, urging whoever it with their synchronized clapping.
Macy kept her distance, cocking her head to the side as she wondered what they could possibly be doing that was this entertaining. Central park performers would be immensely lucky if they could manage to draw a fraction of this crowd.
As she thought this, the crowd let out a collective gasp. The circle they had made with their bodies fanned out, creating a great divide in the group of people. Before Macy had any time to wonder what the heck was going on, fire surged through the newly formed opening. It traveled so far that Macy could feel the heat of it, even from that distance.
She jumped back, her heart skipping a beat in her fear, but soon enough, the fire cleared, revealing a man taller than any she had ever seen in her life. His skin was tanned and nearly sparkled in the afternoon light. His eyes were a brilliant green color, and were framed by coal eyeliner. He squinted at her and she was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to actually see someone as unassuming as her from such a far distance, but he slammed what looked like a staff, into the concrete pavement, sending a rumble through the ground, and lifting his left hand, bending his fingers ever so slightly to beckon her.
Everything inside of Macy told her it was a bad idea: there was no way he was actually talking to her; she was bad at meeting new people; the last thing she wanted was to become a prop in his stage act… but nevertheless, she could not resist.
He played to all the fantasies she hadn’t even realized she had.
As a tentative applause began and quickly gained ground, she made her way towards him, her eyes tearing up from the residual smoke. Once she got closer to the crowd, she saw a second man, equally enchanting, equally good-looking, circling around the people with the fedora symbolic of requesting money. She couldn’t believe anyone who looked this amazing could be so confined to performing on the streets.
“Hello.” He greeted her with a voice dipped in a gorgeous accent she couldn’t hope to place. “Do you come here often?” he asked, his perfect lips stretching into an ironic smile.
Macy laughed at the joke, aware that anyone still standing there must have been listening to every word of their conversation and wondering what made her so specially as to be called out by these people almost immediately on sight. “Yes. Do you?”
He laughed at this, the dark chuckle seeping through her body and making her feel even more drawn to him. By then, his partner who thick hair had been dip-dyed grey, had finished his rounds and came to join them.
He shot her an enchanting smile, before turning to the first man. “We’ve only made $150 today, Vince. The elders won’t be happy.” He explained in a voice shadowed by his worry.
The man, who Macy had just learned was Vince, nodded. “I’m not too worried about what the elders think. We won’t be here for long anyway.” H
e replied with a whimsical tone, before turning back to Macy.
“That was quite the show.” She replied in a trembling voice, for lack of anything more original to say. By then, the crowd had completely dispersed and she felt more exposed than ever.
Vince nodded, an amused grin brightening up his face. “How would you know?” he asked. “You didn’t even watch it.”
The other man, who was sitting on a short stool and seemed to be counting the money again, looked up at the two of them and laughed.
Vince blinked, then turned to the man. “Don’t laugh at her James. We wouldn’t want to scare her away.”
Macy’s eyes went wide. There was something about that exotic accent that made him impossible to resist. She found herself stepping closer to him. “Yeah well. You got me. I was just passing through and then you singled me out.” She replied.
James began to dismantle their staff and placed it in a large duffel bag. “Yes, well you were impossible to miss.”
Macy blushed, casting her gaze down at their feet, clad in sandals.
Vince placed his hand under her chin.
She took in a sharp breath as she felt the hair raise on the back of her neck. Her heart fluttered in her chest and her eyes watered. She knew there was something she had to say, or do, but she could no longer find the words. Just in that small touch, she was sure she could feel him in every bit of all of her… until she couldn’t feel anything at all.
“You have amazing skin.” He murmured.
James had come to stand next to him, as both sets of eyes scrutinized her.
“Oh please,” she laughed nervously as she lifted his hand away from her, but she found herself distracted yet again, her eyes fixed on his hands, tanned, roughed and crowned with the gold nail polish that covered his finer nails.
When she looked back up at them, there were in the middle of exchanging glances with each other. “… You’re too kind…” but her voice trailed off.
Vince nodded, a knowing expression on his face. “How would you like to come to a little party we are throwing this evening?” he asked.
Macy cocked her head to the side as James jumped in. “Vince, no.”
That automatic contradiction was enough to intrigue her. “What party?” she asked.
James set his jaw, glaring at Vince.
Vince just shrugged. “It’s just a small thing my friends are throwing together in the East Village. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.”
Macy spoke as if possessed by some outside force. “What should I wear?” she asked.
He chuckled at this. “The theme is Amazon Princess.”
Macy’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t been that excited about an event since her best friend Joan convinced her to crash the Met gala last year. James, who seemed to have grudgingly joined the party, just scribbled an address down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “It starts at nine… but please be late.” He replied.
Vince chuckled at what must have been a half joke then picked up his own duffel.
Macy looked down, examining the address in her hand, but when she looked back up again to ask one more question, they had disappeared.
Chapter Four.
Macy had spent so much time contemplating going to the party through out the second half of her day that she barely got through half of the manuscript that she had been tasked to read. When six o’clock rolled around the corner, she immediately began to pack up, her fingers swiftly clearing everything off of her desk even though she was in no danger of actually being late for anything. On her way out, she barely said goodbye to Jason, hoping that the next day, with this party out of her system, she would have a clearer head to really contemplate this issue with Jason.
Thirty minutes later, she had braved the crowds, elevators, pavements, and subway rides that led her to her tiny apartment in SoHo, one that, over the last year that she had inhabited it, had become one of the only things holding her to her job: it paid for what had been her dream home since she moved to New York as a college student.
After making herself a hasty dinner, she sifted through her closet for whatever she could find that could possibly fit, “Amazon Princess,” and settled for a black and gold crop-top and skirt combination that hugged her curved perfectly. As she ignored the three thousand calls that were some combination of her best friend inviting her somewhere, her mother wanting to check on her and Jason shamelessly asking her out yet again, she dug into the deep depths of her closet for anything she could accent her outfit with. In an old chest, she found arm bracelets, bangles, fashion jewelry… and shimery bronzing lotion.
She gasped, her heart racing as she placed the box on her bed and began to hastily unpack everything inside of it. She spent the better part of the next hour covering herself in bronzer and assembling her accessories until she was certain she could convince any westerner that she had walked right out of the Amazon.
After one quick look in the mirror, she added the finishing touches: some illuminant above her cheekbones, a smokey eye framed by coal eyeliner, and nude lipstick. She showered her long hair in hair spray and tossling it to give it a sexy, bed head look. With a sigh she realized, it was only then, in staring at her transformed self in the mirror, that she had fully convinced herself to go to this party.
***
Macy didn’t even have to wonder if she had the right address, for as soon as she came within a block of the party, she could hear the sound of it spilling out through the front door. She scurried down the sidewalk, her nervous legs carrying her there much faster than she would have liked. True to their half-hearted request, she had planned on getting there late. In fact, as she depressed the button on the outside of the door, she checked her watch, which told her it was almost midnight.
Someone buzzed her in and she raised an eyebrow, wondering what kind of shape she was going to be in for work the next day. She figured they had the entire building, for as she wandered down the hall taking in the sensation of insense coating the inside of her nose and listening to the sounds of chatter and music bleeding out of every room, she realized that the party was everywhere.
Deep down inside of her; in the back of her head, perhaps, or the pit of her belly, she felt something switch on. She grabbed the railing at the foot of the stair case, her heart racing with excitement, a kind of sexual energy coursing through her veins. Something about her smokey eyes, her bronzed skin, that crazy apartment, made her want to do something she had never done before…. Immediately.
“Hey you!” as she was stepping onto the first step of the staircase, she heard a female voice from behind her.
She turned to find a tall, thin brunette woman standing behind her, with a red-lipped smile on her face and a bottle of Guinness in her hand. “Here!” she offered her the beer.
Macy didn’t even think to resist it.
“You must be the girl Vince and James invited.” She commented as Macy took her first gulp of the cold liquid.
“Yeah.” She replied.
“I’m Sophie.” As they got to the top of the stairs, she had to yell to be heard.
Macy nodded. “That’s such a pretty name.”
Sophie stopped at the top of the stairs, her eyes running over her entire body. “Well you’re a gorgeous person.” She replied, her voice every bit as intoxicating as Vince and James’.
“Thank you.” Macy gushed.
Sophie shrugged and turned to open the first door on the right. Inside the incense was much thicker and Macy could detect the unmistakable scent of cannaibis mixed in with it. All around her, people were smoking, lounging on top of each other, making out with each other. It was obvious that they all seemed possessed with this same kind of sexual energy Macy was finding it harder and harder to ignore. Sophie wrapped her fingers around her wrist as she led her through the crowd. Bodies brushed up against her as hands caressed her, only making her feel that much more excited. Finally, they reached the edge of the room, where a glass door separated them from the
balcony.
Sophie rummaged in the pocket of her dress for a short moment before emerging with a pack of cigarettes. “Want a smoke?” she asked.
Macy hadn’t even smoked a drunken one since college, but she shrugged anyway. “Why not?”
Sophie’s face lit up as she pulled the glass door apart. “Do you believe in dragons?” she asked, her voice much quieter in the outside air.
Macy took a drag of the cigarette and shrugged. “I don’t not believe in them….” She murmured.
Sophie scoffed. “You don’t have to believe. They don’t need your mind.”
“They?”
A mischievous smile spread across Sophie’s face. “Are you aware that you’ve been invited to an orgy?”
The blood rushed to Macy’s face… she had never been so surprised… and excited at the same time. “What does sex have to do with dragons?”
Sophie took one long drag before answering. “It frees the soul. Your energy, locked in that gorgeous sexy body of yours is enough to turn James and Vince for life.” She explained.
Macy raised an eyebrow. “So I get to have sex with both of them?”
Sophie laughed, the wind carrying away the sound. “Of course. That’s all that concerns you.”
Chapter Five
Once short moment later, Macy had been led back downstairs to one of the rooms she passed on the way up. When Vince pushed the door open, she could see that the area behind him was completely devoid of people. “Let’s go,” James urged her from behind, as he took her hand and gently guided it to his bulge.
Macy’s eyes went wide. She had never felt anyone that big before.
The sensation of Vince grabbing her free hand shook her out of the momentary gaze that had gripped her. She looked up at him, her eyes drinking in his washboard chest glimmering in the hazy candlelight. As she stoked James’ penis, his member throbbing in her hand, Vince grabbed her face and kissed her the sensation of his lips on her sending a chill down her spine. She could not believe where she was and what she was doing.
Dragon Trip: A Dragon Shifter Menage BBW Series (Chasing Her Mates Book 1) Page 2
