Burn: Dragon Shifter Romance

by Ava Frost

  He turned around and looked at her.

  "I need you. I have been trying to fight this need the whole week and it's only driving me even more insane." He admitted, his tone exuding the craving need he was experiencing.

  "It's too dangerous. We have been playing with fire, and we can get caught." She replied.

  "I know. Do you feel the same Sarah? Or am I the only alone in this?" he asked her.

  "Of course I feel the same; I've been through the same fight as you. But what can we do? Our parents won't accept this. They want us to act like brother and sister."

  "I know. But I can't stop. That's why I want to propose something to you." He said, taking her hands in his, his eyes locked on hers.

  "What is it?"

  "A friend of mine lent me a small cabin he has up in mountains, for the whole weekend. You could call you mother and tell her you’re going to a weekend party or something. I already told them I was going on a business trip this weekend, so they aren’t expecting me." He suggested.

  "Do you think it's a good idea?" she asked him, feeling a bit unsure.

  "I just need to have you, just for me, without the risk of being caught. Two days and three nights to indulge our desire, and make love until we're drained." He said, taking her face in his hands, kissing her lovingly. "Please, say yes."

  She thought about it for a few seconds, but finally she grabbed her cell phone and called her mother.

  She was careful not to mention names, and her mother didn’t ask much. She trusted Sarah, and so far she hadn’t had a reason not to.

  "But I don’t have any clothes…" she remembered.

  "You won't be needing them, believe me." He assured her, with a broad smile as he started the car and headed to the cabin.

  Chapter 5

  They drove for almost an hour before they reached the cabin. It was in a secluded area, with no neighbors nearby, providing them with much desired privacy.

  The cabin was cozy, with a big room serving as kitchen, dining room and living room, and a huge fireplace on one wall. There was a bathroom equipped with a enormous bathtub and a bedroom whose main attraction was a huge canopy bed. Just perfect.

  Drew unloaded the food and drinks he had brought from the car. They unpacked everything and prepared some sandwiches.

  Once they cleared the table, he came from behind her and held her on his arms.

  "Do you want to try that bathtub?" he asked, nibbling her ear and neck.

  "That sounds great." She answered smiling.

  He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. There he started to fill the tub as they undressed each other. Once the bathtub was filled with hot, bubbly water he got in and helped her in as well. He sat down and pulled her to sit in front of him, her back leaned on his chest.

  "Oh, this feels so great." He groaned, pleased.

  He grabbed a bar of soap and started to run it all over her body, taking special care with her breasts and her pussy, washing them thoroughly.

  Then he poured water on her, rinsing all the soap, so that he could pull her closer and take her nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking them, gently and hard, nibbling and even biting, increasing her arousal by millions. With his hand, he drew a path from her breasts to her mound, cupping it for a few seconds, before he started to caress her clit. His fingers rubbed it, pinched it, and twisted it, tearing moans from her lips.

  He slid two of his finger inside her, while his thumb kept rubbing her clit. He thrust his fingers in and out of her, with his mouth still sucking on her hard nipples. He kept doing it, in and out faster and deeper until he pushed her beyond the edge, and her body collapsed against his trembling hard.

  She could feel his cock, harder than ever, pressed against her hips, until he slowly turned her around and made her impale herself on his cock, in one swift motion.

  She moaned out loudly as his cock reached her very core, and then he made her ride him, faster and deeper as his hands grabbed her by her breasts, his mouth still sucking and pulling on her nipples.

  Another orgasm was building inside her and her moans were becoming small cries, as she sped up her pace up and down his shaft. She could sense he was close too, as his groans were growing higher and his grip in her breasts was getting stronger.

  In no time, she was coming hard again, gasping for air, as she surmounted the peak of pleasure, and this time he joined her, filling her with his essence, shuddering while he exploded inside her.

  She leaned over his chest, holding him by his neck, as the shudders subsided and they could breathe normally again.

  He kissed her gently on her lips, smiling pleased.

  "You're amazing." He whispered.

  She smiled back, happy.

  They finished bathing and they went directly to bed. They were still drained from the bathtub play, so they lied down, in each other's arms.

  In the middle of the night she woke up to feel him cuddled behind her.

  "I need you." He whispered in her ear as he nibbled it.

  She moaned, half sleepy, half aroused.

  Her ass was pressed against his hips and his hand raised her leg over his to give him access to her pussy. His cock was already resting at her entrance and slowly he slid it inside her.

  "Oh, yes, this feels so good, baby." He moaned, as his other hand gripped her breasts tightly as he started to push in and out of her, faster and deeper with each ram. The pleasure knot began to grow inside of her and soon it dominated her whole body and pulled her once again to the raging sea of satisfaction with Drew following her right behind her.

  "Uhmm, I could get used to being awakened like this." She purred of sheer satisfaction.

  He laughed and gently bit her on the curve of her shoulder.

  They fell back to sleep and only woke up again in the morning.

  When she opened her eyes, she was alone in bed and she could hear him in the kitchen. She got up and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. When she was done, she put on one of Drew’s t-shirts and joined him in the kitchen.

  "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?" he asked her with a grin in his face.

  "I could have slept better, but something woke me up in the middle of the night. Would you happen to know who that was?" she teased him, with a broad smile.

  "Not a clue, I'm afraid." He lied shamelessly. "I've prepared breakfast." He announced putting a plate with eggs, bacon and croissants over the table, along with a steaming hot pot of coffee.

  They ate chatting and joking.

  "I washed and dried your pants, so you have clothes again. Do you want to go out for a walk?" he suggested to her.

  "Oh, yes that would be wonderful. I need to burn all the calories from this breakfast." She accepted.

  He smiled, and his face told her about the other ways he knew to burn them.

  She got dressed and minutes later they were walking a trail that went into the woods, dressed in the amazing colors of fall.

  They stopped in a clearing, over a small hill, to enjoy the view and rest for a while.

  "This place is amazing. I'm glad you brought me here." She told him, lying on the ground, her head using his thighs as pillow.

  "I'm glad you decided to come too." He said, kissing the top of her head.

  They stayed there for a while, chatting, as he caressed her face and her hair. At some point, she felt the bulge of his cock growing underneath her head, and she smiled at him.

  Feeling a little more daring, she rubbed her hand over it, smiling pleased when he moaned.

  "Maybe we should get back to the cabin." He suggested.

  "Not yet." She got on her knees, and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his throbbing cock.

  When she took it in her hands, a shining drop of precum arose on its tip, and her tongue immediately threw itself at it, wiping it completely. She moaned as the bittersweet taste flooded her senses, and she went back to get more. Her tongue licked his head, swirling all over it, before taking it inside h
er mouth, sucking it.

  His groans indicated how much he was enjoying it and it made her feel so good.

  She went down on him, taking him deeper each time, her hands stroking his cock and caressing his balls. He took a grip on her hair guiding her and pushing her a bit further, fucking her mouth. When he was close, breathing heavily, his groans became higher.

  “I’m too close, Sarah.” He warned her.

  “I want it all… give it to me.” She told him, her mouth still on his cock, sucking harder, eager to have him coming in her mouth. Before long, she felt how his cock started to quiver and he expelled his hot, sweet cum in her mouth. She swallowed it all, happy she had made him come.

  He pulled her up and kissed her passionately, holding her close.

  After that, they went back to the cabin and he dragged her to bed as soon as they entered the house.

  He helped her out of her clothes, laid her on the bed, and kissed her all over. He started on her lips, her face, her neck and her breasts. This time he didn’t spend much on her breasts. He had another target in mind, and so he went down, pleased to hear her breath become increasingly heavy, as he traveled over her body.

  When he reached her shaved mound, he kissed it teasingly, his hands opened her thighs wide, his fingers opened her, and his tongue lapped her soaked lips before they reached her clit. He kissed it, he circled it and then he took it in his mouth sucking and nibbling it. Her body shuddered hard, her lips clenched and her moans had become small cries.

  Knowing she was close he pushed two fingers inside hard, in one single thrust at the same time he sucked and nibbled hard on her clit.

  She felt as spasms gripped her body and she came hard, coating his fingers.

  He took off his pants and entered her, pushing her legs up to her chest as he plunged deep inside her.

  Strong, hard thrusts until they both felt as a strong orgasm rushed wildly through their bodies making them convulse and moan in pleasure.

  He fell over her, his face buried in her neck, as they waited for their hearts to quiet down.

  They spent almost the entire weekend in bed. It was a weekend full of passion and pleasure, like no other she had lived.

  Back to reality, she tried to forget the moments they had lived, because she knew there was no future for them. And she wasn’t even sure she wanted one, besides the fact their parents would never accept their affair. Anyway, she felt too young for a serious relationship. She still wanted to do so many things, travel, had a career, meeting other people and have fun.

  Chapter 6

  A couple of weeks went by before she saw him again. He came to the house for dinner. It felt a bit awkward, pretending nothing had ever happened between them, but they would have to get used to it. He didn’t stay the night.

  The next day, he was waiting for her after class again.

  “We need to talk.” He said, his tone serious.

  “Yes, I know.”

  He took her to his apartment. It wasn’t the first time she had been there. It was a single man’s apartment, with the according decoration, very well situated.

  He invited her to take a seat, offered a drink and finally took a seat in front of her.

  “How have you been?” he asked, looking at her.

  “Fine, just really busy.” She answered.

  “Have you missed me?” he asked again, a hint of sadness in his voice.

  “Yes.” She admitted.

  He rubbed his face, with his hand.

  “I’ve missed you too, terribly. But I thought it was better not to come see you again.” He said, in a heartfelt tone. “We shouldn’t take this any further. My father would probably kill me if he found out and certainly would kick me out of his life.”

  “No! That won’t happen. It would cause too much damage. They wouldn’t understand.” She accepted. “We knew it had to end. We had a great time together, but you’re right. We can’t take it further.”

  He moved to the couch, sat near her, and held her in his arms.

  “I just need to have you one last time.” He begged, his face buried in her neck.

  She held him back and whispered:

  “Yes, oh please yes!”

  He got up and dragged her to his bedroom. He took off his clothes at the speed of light and helped her out of hers. He laid her on bed and laid next to her. He pulled her over him, making her straddle him, over his chest, exposing her pussy to his mouth. He lapped her lips, relishing on her unique flavor, poked her entrance with his tongue before he hit her hard, throbbing clit. He had his hands gripping her by her hips, pulling her closer as he buried his face in her pussy.

  She moaned his name and pleaded for release as he kept licking and sucking her clit. When he felt her shudders he started to nibble her clit and to suck it harder until he felt the wild spasms of her body as she came on his mouth.

  He gave her one last kiss before he rolled from underneath her, settling her on her hands and knees before he shoved his cock deep in her.

  He pulled it almost all the way out and pushed it back in harder, rougher.

  “God, you feel so good, so tight.” He growled as his cock disappeared inside her. He pounded in and out of her so many times, his hands roughly grasped on her hips.

  She felt another orgasm building inside her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge until he dragged her with him over it, and they both submerged in a sea of bliss.

  They kissed goodbye. From that moment on they wouldn’t be secret lovers. They would only be brother and sister.

  Those early times were hard, for both of them. Sometimes, she would see reflected in his eyes the longing she felt, but they knew it was for the best.

  Their affair would be a lovely memory lost in time.

  THE END

  Hot For You

  Chapter 1

  Jillian

  I leaned back in my office chair and sighed. It was either that or take a break and have a few drinks for lunch. But it was a work day and I was not going to drink. I wasn’t at the point in my career where I felt it was necessary to hire a receptionist or a personal aid, but I’d be there soon enough if I kept up my pace. Right now, my aid was my iPhone and my iPhone was telling me my next appointment was going to be here in twenty minutes, so I had to get something done. I couldn’t just sit there in my disappointment all day.

  I’d started an interior design company two years ago with a small business loan and put my nose to the grindstone, rapidly building a satisfied customer base and growing it from there. Pulling long days and even longer nights. I hadn’t raised my head from the grindstone in a long time and I wasn’t about to let up now when it counted the most.

  At twenty-seven, I felt like I had accomplished a lot. Building my company from the ground up, paying off my student loans—and now I was ready to move into the second stage. But if I was going to expand my business any further, I was going to have to spread the word online. My website was basic and very user-unfriendly, which is why I decided to stop using web-hosting and online design companies with basic templates. It was time to get a more sleek and professional look.

  So I was interviewing designers…and I could see why many people went with the online option. It seemed like a hassle, like a ridiculous amount of hassle, to find a person that didn’t mind pulling extra hours and being on call during reasonable times during the weekday and even the weekend. Was the money not good enough? I knew I was offering competitive rates. That shouldn’t have been the problem. They just weren’t prepared to give up so much of their time.

  I went over the templates again for the job I was working on until my phone buzzed beside me. I picked it up and turned off the reminder. My next interviewee was here, or at least they were supposed to be there. I looked towards the open blinds, through the window, towards the street. My tiny office space was located in a plaza full of small businesses. I wanted to move some place more intimate and if I could garner more business, that dream would come true.
r />   The only bonus was being able to see exactly who was pulling up.

  A Honda Pilot zoomed by, screeching into a parking space just out of sight. I looked towards the window, assuming that it was the interviewee. I hoped it was. My phone had an alarm set for five minutes after the appointment time. If they weren’t there by then, they’d just lost out on a job opportunity.

  A man pushed on the handle on the glass door and stepped inside and I blinked up at him from my desk. He was tall, broad-shouldered, well-dressed for an interview—slacks and Chukkas and a tight button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves. He had an iPad tucked away in his left hand. He wore glasses and had his dark hair slicked back, his moustache shaved and his beard stubble carefully manicured.

  I stood up quickly as he walked towards me, slipping his phone into his pocket. His pants were quite tight actually. I could see that he spent a lot of time at the gym working on his body. Not that that mattered or that I cared. It was just something to note.

  “Hi. I’m Kevin Casey,” he said, reaching out a hand to shake mine.

  I smiled. “Jillian McCord.”

  “Well, Mrs. McCord—”

  “Ms. McCord,” I corrected quickly, quicker than I would’ve in another situation.

  He paused with his mouth open and his shoulders sank a little bit as he let the breath out he’d held in. “I’m sorry. Ms. McCord, I’m sorry about being a little late—the GPS on my phone is acting up and I’m new in town—”

  “Its fine,” I said, turning from him and walking back behind my desk. “Have a seat, Mr. Casey.”

  He sat down, smoothing the thin tie he had on and looked at me. I sat down as well, trying to remember what I was going to say. His cologne smelled fantastic. Like cinnamon and something manly.

  I coughed into my hand and prepared to say something.

  “Excuse me,” Kevin said. “I don’t want to interrupt. I’m sure you have a lot of set questions for me, but I just wanted to show you this.” He stood up with the Ipad.

  “Kevin…I’m not sure what presentation you might have, you might want to wait—”