Dragon's Burn

by Brooke Warren

  More.

  I need more.

  I just want to get lost in her.

  Bracing myself on one arm, I grip her ass, digging my nails into her and hating the fact that her jeans are keeping me from being able to see the marks left behind. I’ve no idea why I want that so much, but the idea of leaving a mark behind, my mark, on her creamy skin, is turning me on. Every nerve in my body is vibrating, a strong throbbing need to be inside her building. She drags her nails across my back and down my arms, causing a tremble to travel down my spine, stopping at the base.

  “Mmm. Shit.” I break our kiss and rest my forehead against hers. I take a second to look at my handy work: swollen lips, mouth slightly parted from panting, and in the moonlight, I can see the flush on her chest and cheeks. I’ve seen plenty of aroused women, but Poppy… “You’re fucking beautiful,” I admit, caught up in the moment.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she chuckles, low and sultry.

  “Not so bad, huh? Well then, let me give you a glimpse of how bad I can really be.” I seize her mouth. That little voice from earlier telling me to take it easy? Yeah, it’s gone.

  I run a hand up under her shirt and brush my thumb along the underside of her breast. Her back arches, her body greedy and wanting more of my touch. Lifting her shirt higher, I’m gifted with a nice little present of pert nipples poking through her lace bra. I lick my lips in excitement. Capturing her hardened peak, I pull it between my lips, bra and all. The fabric is a bonus, giving me the ability to add a different type of sensation as I swirl my tongue and suck harder.

  She’s writhing underneath me, her pleasure ridden sounds growing louder. Her hips swivel, trying to find the right friction that will end the sweet agony I’ve only just started to cause.

  “Ryu. . . oh. . . more.”

  I switch to her other breast, focusing my attention there, and making sure not to touch her anywhere else. Her hands tug on my shoulders, trying to pull me closer, but I resist.

  “Please.”

  Her cry of desperation has me smiling against her skin. I lean back and peer down into her carnal-filled eyes. The wanton look of desire on her face makes it clear what she wants, but breaking through my own haze of desire, I’m reminded that she’s different; I don’t want her to be just another fuck. She deserves better. . . we deserve better than that.

  “You sure you want to do this?”

  Before my dick slides into her slick heat, I want to make sure she understands what she’s getting into. If there’s even a flicker of hesitation, this stops now. As I wait for her answer, a barely audible whisper from the back of my mind tells me that once I have her, I'll never stop wanting her, there will be no turning back after this—for either of us.

  Poppy

  I appraise the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on as he hovers over me. He undulates his hips into me, and there’s no missing the rock-hard cock straining in his pants. Yet with hunger in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips, he’s asking me if I’m sure about where this is headed. It’s cute, thoughtful really. None of the guys I’ve ever been with would’ve stopped mid-dry-hump and question whether I wanted to take this further.

  A small chuckle makes its way out. It's been too long since I’ve been with anyone, and the pent-up sexual frustration I have needs to be let out before I lose my mind.

  “Truth? I’ve been ready to pounce on you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” The bold statement spilling out even has me taking a second to make sure I heard correctly. Stupid hormones. If it wasn’t for how bad I need him to fuck me, maybe I’d give a shit about my loose lips.

  His eyes darken, a smile turning up with smugness.

  “Really?” He leans closer, lips skimming up my neck. “Did you imagine what it would feel like with my hands and tongue all over your body? What about my dick sliding into your hot, tight pussy, fucking you slow at first and then hard ‘til you come screaming my name?”

  He nibbles on my ear before dragging his tongue back down my neck.

  Holy mother of. . . sweet baby. . .

  I think I just came.

  I bite my lower lip, a long guttural groan rising from my chest. My entire body is on fire. A coil of pleasure tightens inside me, ready to snap. He alternates between kisses and dragging his tongue back to my aching nipples.

  “A lot,” I pant.

  He proceeds lower, kissing my stomach while unbuttoning my jeans. With my help, my pants, panties, and shoes are tossed to the side. Not wanting to miss a thing, I prop myself up on my hands and watch his head descend between my parted thighs, which widen on their own to accommodate him.

  The first swipe of his tongue down the inside of my thigh has my head falling back, gasping at the contact. He drags his tongue over my pussy and up my other side, nibbling the area, then back the other way. With every pass, he spends more and more time paying attention to my now swollen clit. My mewls are mixed with a jumble of curse words.

  “I’m close,” I choke out. He settles on my center, mouth and tongue working a mind-blowing pattern. “There.” I hold his head in place. A rush of white-hot pleasure bursts through me. I cry out, my entire body trembling from the ecstasy. My fingers twist in his hair as I ride each wave of my release. There is a point during all this that I think about how hard I’m pulling, but the vibration from his pleased groans throw my worries out the window. His lapping at me doesn’t stop, extending my orgasm for as long as he can.

  When the last of the pulses subside and I can breathe again, I fall back, staring up at the stars blissed out. He kisses around my pussy and at the junction of my hip before taking one last swipe through my folds, causing me to jump.

  “Oh, sensitive.”

  “Feel better?” he asks, moving up my body, bracing himself over me.

  “Hmm, we’re getting there.” I capture his mouth, my hands snaking under his shirt and roaming over his muscles. I can taste myself on his lips, the mixture of us together has my brain flying fast down a one-way road that ends with me getting his pants off.

  “Getting there? My mouth on your sweet pussy didn’t do it for you?”

  “Oh, it did, but I’m greedy and want more. I want you buried inside me. I need to feel all of you.”

  “A woman who knows what she wants.” He reaches for his backpack.

  “No point in being shy about sex. I don’t have much experience, but I’m comfortable with my body and know what I want, and right now, that’s you.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing I came prepared.” He pulls out a condom and my core clenches in anticipation.

  I gently push on his chest until he’s sitting on his knees. I discard my shirt and bra, not wanting to miss the opportunity to have his skin against mine. His eyes do a slow rake over me in an appreciative gaze. Taking the hem of his shirt, I guide it up and over his head.

  Oh yeah.

  His body is. . . to die for. He has a lean build with defined pecs and abs. I tilt forward and place kisses on his chest while running my hands over his stomach, enjoying the planes of his abs. He grasps my hair and tugs my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. My breath catches at the raw need in his eyes.

  He descends on my mouth, pulling a whimper from me with every tease of his tongue. I’m eased back on the blanket, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He grinds his pelvis into me, the roughness of his jeans sliding across my pussy causes my back to arch.

  My palms move down his stomach to his jeans, and I pop the button free. Snaking one hand inside, I use my other to push his jeans down as far as I can reach, using my feet—along with his hand—to push them and his boxers the rest of the way until they settle around his ankles.

  I run my hand over his dick, loving his throaty groan and how his hips buck against me. I grip him and give a gentle squeeze.

  “Squeeze me harder,” he grunts between kisses.

  I do. His chest heaves and abs contract as he thrusts faster into my hand. I use the pad of my thumb and swir
l the pre-cum over the head of his dick and watch his eyes flutter closed, mouth parting slightly from his ragged breathing. Seeing his pleasure is increasing mine. If this is what he looks like fucking my hand, I cannot wait until he’s inside me. I undo the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll it down over him, unable to wait any longer.

  He lines himself up with my center and eases inside, inch by inch, until he’s completely buried. We both let out relieved sighs. Already this feels like heaven, and we haven't even done anything. He rocks his hips, slow at first but with each push he picks up speed. Every thrust pushes me closer and closer to another release.

  I notice his jaw is clenched like he’s desperately trying to hold back. Not a look I want to see. He needs to let go. I’m not fragile. “Don’t be gentle. I won’t break, promise. I want all of you.”

  He studies me a second then nods. Bracing himself on one arm, he slips his other hand underneath my ass, lifting my hips, so they are tilted more. The new angle has him hitting spots deep while rubbing along the sensitive bundle of nerves inside. My mewls become louder as another orgasm ignites inside of me.

  With a tight grip on his arms, I swivel my hips, fucking him and drawing it out as long as I can. He fucks me harder, and for a split second, I get the sense that he’s staking a claim on me, but that crazy thought goes right out the window as fast as it enters my mind.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he grits out, falling over into his own climax.

  He collapses on top of me, head tucked against my neck, sucking in gulps of much needed air. I welcome the added weight, wrapping my legs and arms around him. We both lie there in the quiet, letting our breathing return to normal. I run my fingers through his mussed hair, staring up into the night sky, my body satisfied for the first time in . . .well, ever.

  Sex with Ryu is unbelievable. He knows exactly what to do with my body. Unlike the others who’ve left me in a state of dissatisfaction. Nothing worse than having to go home and finish the job by yourself. He rolls us, so we’re on our sides and tucks me against his chest, placing kisses on the top of my head.

  “I hate that you’re leaving tomorrow. It makes me feel a bit used. Like you got what you needed, and now I’ll be waiting anxiously by the phone hoping you call me all while wondering if tonight meant more to you than a onetime fuck and dip. It’s so hard to be a man these days. The pressure that gets placed on us. Always wondering if our dick is satisfying enough, or will it be a source of entertainment during the next girls’ night.”

  I pull back to look at him and snort. For a second, I thought he was serious and wondered where the hell that girlish concern came from. But I catch the twinkle in his eyes and know he’s messing with me.

  “Aww, babe. Tonight was special for me.” I cup the side of his face then do a quick glance at my wrist like I’m checking the time on my non-existent watch. “Umm, yeah. . . this has been fun, but I gotta bounce. Call you later?” I move to get up, giggling when he holds me tight against him.

  “I knew you only wanted me for my dick,” he accuses, drawing in an exaggerated gasp. “I feel so hurt.”

  We both crack up laughing. The sound of his laughter will never get old. I love the bit of gravel in it.

  “I don’t want to go, but I should be getting back home. We’re supposed to leave early in the morning.” Our laughter fades out when my sentence finishes and I almost regret saying it. Truthfully, I don't want to leave him. I’m enjoying myself, lying here wrapped in his arms.

  “All right. I’ll grab your clothes.”

  He untangles himself from me, lifting his hips to pull his pants and boxers back up. I don’t hide my ogling of his body even when he looks over and sees drool at the side of my lip.

  “I’m feeling objectified.”

  “I’m sorry, have you not seen yourself in the mirror? You’re fucking hot.” I shrug, not caring about telling the truth. He just snorts and shakes his head before getting up to grab my clothes.

  Tonight has been amazing. I wonder how it will be with me gone for two weeks.

  Poppy

  “Look what the cat dragged in,” Karen teases when I walk into the station.

  “I was only gone for two weeks.” The buzzer sounds and the lock releases on the door. I pull it open and head over to my desk.

  “You’re all sun-kissed now. Did you have a good time?”

  “I did. Deb and I spent most of our time at the beach people-watching while working on our tan.”

  Getting away and having girl time was nice. Deb and I did a lot of story swapping about Bobby and Ryu and talking about our future plans when we head off to college. I told myself the distance between Ryu and me was a good thing. Clear my head and make sure I stayed focused. But I found myself texting him throughout the day and talking to him every night.

  The space I was happy to have started to feel. . . enormous. I would wake up every day looking forward to the next text or our nightly chats. At first I tried denying how much I missed him. I blamed it on the amazing sex we had. That shit is addicting. I’ve been craving him ever since.

  Eventually, I broke down and confessed to Deb the turmoil that was battling inside me. Deb quickly reminded me that Ryu wasn’t supposed to turn into something serious. Boston was my end goal, not Ryu. And while she was right, the message didn’t feel right anymore.

  Ryu is not boyfriend material, not that I’m looking for that. But truth be told, I’ve found myself on more than one occasion thinking about what it would be like if this were to extend beyond August. I’ve even had this crazy daydream about him in Boston with me. Stupid, I know. But what’s the harm in a little fantasy? It’s not like I’m hurting anyone with my private thoughts.

  “Well, I’m glad you had fun, but you sure were missed around here. It’s not the same when you’re gone.”

  “What you really mean is it’s quieter,” Sheriff Dusker quips, walking around the corner.

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny. You know you’re going to miss me when I’m gone. I bet you’re the first one to shed a tear when you come into work that Monday and realize that my years here have actually come to an end.”

  The corner of his mouth lifts a smidge, but he doesn’t respond. Don’t need him to. I know he’s going to miss me the most, whether he admits it or not.

  “Karen, Mr. Barns and his attorney, Amanda Price, will be here soon. Please take them to room four.” With that, he turns and disappears around the corner.

  “What’s that all about?” I ask.

  “Not sure.”

  Shrugging, I check my phone quick to see if I have any missed messages from Ryu. I talked with him Friday night when we got back in town but haven't heard from him since. He said that he would be traveling with the club all weekend and tied up until Monday. No new alerts. It’s still early, though. I’ll call him if I don’t hear from him by the time I leave work.

  I’m engrossed in my work and don’t hear the buzzer until I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I look over and see Karen leading Mr. Barns and a middle-aged woman, the attorney Amanda, walk down the hall. I don’t think too much about what’s going on. It’s not out of the norm for people to come and meet with Sheriff Dusker.

  I continue working and only look up again when I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I peer over and see the sheriff, followed by Mr. Barns, Amanda, Officer Banker—but the next person I see has me almost falling out of my seat.

  Ryu.

  His hair is disheveled, shirt and jeans wrinkled, and overall looks like a hot, tired mess—emphasis on hot because I don't think the guy could ever not look attractive. He doesn't see me, his eyes are straight ahead, but they’re blank. Like the lights are on, but he’s out to lunch.

  My heart is beating so hard that with every pump, it’s climbing its way up my throat. I debate what I should do: do I sit here and pretend not to notice him, or do I confront him outside? Ideas of what he could’ve done begin bouncing around in my head. But I put a halt to my spiraling thoughts by tel
ling myself that if he’d done something bad, he wouldn’t have been let go, right? But maybe he posted bail? And why is Mr. Barns with him?

  Unfortunately, I spend too much time deliberating, and now I’m looking dead into his eyes where he’s standing on the other side of the receptionist counter. He blinks several times as if he can't believe I’m standing there. But all too quickly, he hardens his features, looking only at Officer Banker, who hands him a bag containing his personal belongings.

  Everything in me is screaming to run to him, but I can’t. This is not the time for me to give away that I know him. I can already imagine the gossip on people’s tongues if they know I am fraternizing with a criminal, because why else would he have been arrested? A small town with judgy people. He does his best to ignore me, never once glancing my way even when he turns and leaves.

  I should stay put, not follow him.

  “Hey, Karen? I’m going to step outside and make a call.”

  I don’t wait for her response. I snatch my phone and speed-walk down the hall and out the side door, ignoring the sign posted that says no re-entry. I creep up the side of the building, the onslaught of confusion, worry, and anxiousness have my heart rate kicking up a few more notches. I get to the end of the wall and peer around the corner, watching Ryu with Mr. Barns. They exchange a few words, but I can't make out what they’re saying. Mr. Barns shakes his hand and then leaves.

  Ryu runs his hands through his hair and looks up at the sky, blowing out his cheeks. He moves further down the sidewalk closer to me and away from the entrance of the building. I look around, checking to see if the coast is clear. Thank God the police station sits back off the main road, and I don’t have to worry about too many people hanging around.