by N. R. Larry
“Thank you.” Biting her bottom lip, she tamped down her anticipation. “Has anyone ever ridden you before?”
“Many times. You will tonight.” He tossed her a devilish grin. “But no one has ridden my dragon.”
“So, I have the pleasure of taking the infamous Jed Night’s virginity.”
He stopped dead in his tracks, with people all around them. He clasped her cheeks between his large palms and dipped his head. Their lips grazed. He growled against them and sealed their mouths together. His tongue mated with hers in a wet hot kiss that sizzled her blood, leaving her clutching him because her knees went weak.
To her dismay, Jed severed the kiss just as she was ready to start climbing him. “How many are you going to tell about the ride?”
“Depends.” Unable to take her gaze off his mouth, she licked her lips.
His head tilted to the side. “On what?”
“How good you are.” She lifted her stare to his yellow eyes and smiled so he knew she was teasing. “Don’t go easy on me.” Double meaning and with the way the ice-blue grew around his yellow eyes, she knew he understood.
Jed grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him. Members called out to him in greeting but he ignored them, on a mission as he beelined straight for the elevator. The elevator doors chimed and slid open and they stepped inside together. He nodded at someone as the doors closed.
The silence in the elevator was interrupted only by the ding of each floor they passed. “How long have you been a member of Liaisons?”
She leaned her head back against the wall to peer up at him. “A little over a year.”
His hand squeezed hers, while his free one was shoved into the pocket of his slacks. “If I’d have known…” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. We’re here now.”
They were here because of the shoes, but Rose was committed to a night of fantasies with her boss. In the next day or two, she’d have to consider the way the magick compelled her to act outside her normal behavior.
Hands clasped, they walked out of the elevator that opened onto a helipad on the roof. The air whipped around her, yanking at her hair and the train attached to her dress.
“Don’t be frightened when you see my dragon.”
“Not a chance in hell.” Rose couldn’t wait to see him in his other skin. As a child she’d watched dragons fly and yearned to have the same ability. She wondered what the world looked like from up there with the wind in her hair. Tonight, she’d discover if fantasy lived up to reality.
The roof was about what she expected. Flat surface, covered in crushed diamonds, so it glittered in light to indicate a safe-zone for dragon landings. Rose stepped away from him, giving him space to change into his beast. He motioned for her to move further away and she followed his request. Once a safe distance separated them, he shifted while wearing his clothes.
One moment he stood as a man, and in the next yellow and white sparkles of light burst before her eyes, revealing a dragon in the same colors, with iridescent scales. They shimmered in the city’s bright lights.
Awed by his beauty, she walked to him, staring at his large head. “You’re gorgeous, Jed.” She lifted a hand and ran her palm along his neck, surprised his scales weren’t sharp or rough, but soft. He turned his nose toward her and puffs of hot air hit her cheeks, shifting her hair. She kissed him on the flat crown of his head. “You’re amazing.”
Get on, she heard in her mind. Blinking in surprise, she hadn’t expected he could speak telepathically.
Climbing onto his back, she straddled his shoulders and wrapped her fingers around the top of two thick scales. She clenched her thighs and screamed when he took flight straight up in a speed that had her hair and the ankle length train flying behind her. When he hit the currents, he rode them, banking her all over the city and across the rolling hills of the country.
In the distance, a home peeked along the horizon. Rose lifted her arms above her head and screamed in delight. She felt freer in this moment than at any point in her life. Jed’s chuckle sifted into her mind and she yelled, “This is incredible!”
A hold on came from him and she had just enough time to grasp his scales before he took her into a nose-bleeding spiral spin. Rose hooted and hollered her delight at the exhilarating ride.
Almost two hours passed when he approached a tall building that looked more like a medieval castle with turrets on top of the structure. He came in for a landing on top of the home. It had to be one of his houses that she’d never seen before. After she slid off him and stepped away, he shifted back into his human form, still wearing his suit. It didn’t surprise her that the magick in his dragon allowed him to shift and remain dressed at the same time.
“Was that everything you thought it’d be?” Jed walked, or rather stalked toward her.
“More,” she said, struggling to catch her breath from the excitement of the journey.
“The night’s not over.” His palms cupped her arms. “Your skin is freezing.”
“I’m fine.” Her chattering teeth christened her a liar. He cocked a black eyebrow at her and she laughed. “Fine. Freezing was worth the ride you gave me. Best night of my life.”
He stripped off his jacket and hung it over her shoulders, pulling it together over her chest and buttoning the top button. His arm roped around her waist and pulled her against his side and toward a door. Once inside, they walked down a hallway, took an elevator two floors down, and entered his bedroom.
A massive bed with a cream comforter rested against the far wall. Metal poles branched upward from the four corners, making a square atop the mattress. She’d have called it a canopied bed, but no material covered the metal. Plush chairs and a sofa were to her left near a window. There was also a door on her right. Maybe the bathroom.
From behind her, Jed reached around, unhooked the jacket and tugged it off her shoulders, tossing it toward the sitting area. The garment missed the chairs.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. “Do you still want to play with me?”
“Yes.” Leaning her head against his shoulder she relished the heat of his body pressed against her spine, infusing her with desire. His hard cock rested along the crease of her ass and she shivered in anticipation of having him inside her.
His hand shifted upward and cupped a breast, pinching her tight nipple between his fingers. The scrap of the fabric separating his flesh from hers only heightened her desire.
Rose turned in his embrace, her hands untucking his shirt from his slacks, while he made quick work of the top three buttons before tugging the dress shirt over his head. While he removed his shirt, she went to work on his belt, unhooking the leather from the metal prong and loop.
Jed walked her backward toward the bed. Her legs came up against the mattress and she sat, her focus on releasing his fly. Glancing upward, she noticed he’d lifted his arms to grip the metal frame. She interpreted it as a sign of his submission for her to make the next move.
Kissing his belly, she shoved his pants down, along with his underwear, and his cock greeted her with a tap to her collarbone. Slowing her pace, she scraped her nails along his lower back and clenched his ass, digging her nails into the mounds, before drawing her palms forward to cup his balls and the base of his dick.
Veins pressed against her touch and she shifted her gaze to his crotch. Long. Thick. Her pussy pulsed in need.
“I can smell your heat.” His voice was thick, with a touch of an accent she hadn’t noticed before.
“You make me wet, Jed.” She leaned forward and licked his slit. “So wet.”
His breath hitched as she sucked on his crown, before taking all of him to the back of her throat. He gasped and Rose swished her tongue along the underside of his cock, worked his length, up and down, her fist slick from her spit. She sucked hard and soft, varying her speed as she used her mouth, tongue, and hands to give him pleasure.
The bed frame rattled where he gripped it and s
atisfaction burned through her. There was power in the blowjob. She focused on just his head, sucking and flicking her tongue, as her hand jerked along his shaft. Jed’s fingers found her hair and he yanked her head back. A touch rough. Rose liked it. Panting, she realized her panties were sticky from her arousal, while his dick leaked precum.
Jed yanked her to her feet and gripped the hem of her dress to pull it up and over her head. Her breasts ached from wanting him and she bet they showed it in tight buds.
“Fuck, your tits are amazing.” His fingers closed over one breast and his mouth on the other. Rose threaded her fingers in his shoulder-length hair and held tight. The fondling didn’t last long though and he pushed her back against the bed. “That tat is sexy on you.”
She smiled. The vine of red, yellow, pink and purple roses covered her from hip to thigh, but it was no tattoo. As a child she’d used her creation magick to sow plants, but they always came from seeds she’d nurtured with her enchantment. This particular variety of roses were propagated straight from her magickal abilities. Nothing used but her magick and imagination to breathe life into them. She’d taken one of their vines and used her power to bind them to her skin for life. A reminder of what she was capable of and also what must be exploited carefully because creation magick was dangerous in the wrong hands.
“The shoes and garters stay.” He dragged her thong down her legs. “Spread them,” he said staring at her while kicking his shoes and slacks off his feet.
Rose didn’t pretend she didn’t know what he wanted, so she spread her legs wide enough that he could see the dampness glistening on her pussy lips. She elevated her arms above her head, a silent temptation to do as he wanted to her.
“Touch your tits and pussy. Show me how you pleasure yourself, Rose.”
She drew her arms from over her head and squeezed and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching them before snaking one hand lower, across her belly until she located the softness of her pussy. After several circular caresses to her clit, she whimpered and bit her bottom lip before navigating lower to press two fingers inside herself. “Mmm…” She moaned and rocked her hips in time with her strokes.
It inflamed her desires further for him to scrutinize her while she touched herself. She could only imagine the way her digits glistened and the sight she made when she spread her dew. The only thing that would make this moment better was if his dick replaced her fingers.
“That’s beautiful,” Jed murmured, his gaze locked on where she played with herself. The bed shifted when he placed a knee on the mattress, followed by his other one. He grasped her leg and placed kisses along her ankle, tickling her a bit through the thin, thigh-high material. He trailed his mouth up to her knee and placed light nibbles against her inner thigh where her garter met her skin.
Guessing his direction, Rose removed her fingers from between her legs and dragged the tips over his lips, leaving a wet path across them. He licked her moisture away and she held her breath. Anticipation pressed against her breastbone as he lowered his elbows onto the bed, anchoring himself, as his head dipped. He licked both pussy lips, along the edges of her clit, teasing her to leave her fisting her hands in frustration. Then he probed around inside her with his tongue.
Rose wound her fingers in his black hair and yanked his head up. “Don’t play with me, Jed.”
“What do you want, Rose?” He placed a light nip to the curve between her thigh and pussy. “Tell me in detail.”
“Your tongue on my pussy.”
“Like this?” He demonstrated by dragging the flat of his tongue through her folds.
Frustration burned through her. “Eat me, damnit, like you’re starving.”
His palms shoved beneath her ass and lifted her, drawing her core to his lowering head. Her legs fell open at the new angle and he gave her exactly what she craved. Hard, rough, demanding strokes and swirls to her clit.
She tried to rock her hips, but the way he’d clamped to her pussy, she couldn’t move. “Oh shit, oh shit,” she mumbled, nearly incoherent and trapped in the sweet grasp of agony and pleasure. She rolled her head on the bed. Lifting one of her feet, she rested her heel against his shoulder. The red shoe that came into her vision should’ve been as effective as ice water on her desire, a reminder what propelled this sexual fantasy, but she pushed it aside, and pressed his head against her, not that he could get any closer.
Regret can come later. Rose knew the shoes might’ve swayed him to satisfy her fantasy, but she’d wanted him a lot longer than she’d owned the shoes.
A finger or two penetrated her core, and it served as the final sensation she required to dive into the strong current of pleasure. She shook beneath him, her breath heaving from her lungs in short, raspy pants. Limp and lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, she lay against the mattress with her eyes closed, fingers loose in his hair. He shifted and her grip fell away from his head, her leg from his shoulder.
His hands moved, one dropping onto the mattress beside her head and the other relocated to rest of her thigh. He reached beneath her again to cup her ass, to tilt her pelvis once again. He used his thumb to trace circles against her skin. There was a fondness in his touch that warmed her from the inside out.
“Look at me, Rose,” he drawled in a gruff voice.
Her eyes slit open. Their gazes touched. Strain tightened his features and she lifted a hand to trail her fingertips across his forehead. The head of his dick nudged against her core, and he pushed inside her with one slow thrust. His thick cock stretched her channel in a delicious ache. Her mouth parted and she dragged in a slow breath as he filled her.
He kissed her, a deep kiss that had her hands curling into his hair and around his neck. “It can’t end here,” he mumbled against her lips.
Chapter 6
The Beginning
Jed Night
“What can’t?” Rose asked.
He held his tongue and just moved inside her, rocking their bodies together. He draped her body with his, connecting as much of their flesh together as possible. Moving a hand beside her head, he cupped her breast and punched his hips against her pussy. They held each other’s gazes, shared breaths, and she palmed the side of his face while clutching at his shoulder. He wanted the touch to mean more but wasn’t this just a one night stand? A night of fulfilled fantasies thanks to the goddamn Fairy Godmother shoes? Even if the shoes held magick, they hadn’t persuaded him to do anything he hadn’t already fantasized about a million times already. How could he convince her the shoes only brought her to him to act upon their fantasies?
“You feel divine inside me.”
There were no words to express how good she felt to him, so he kissed her and rolled so she rested on top of him. “Fuck me, Rose,” he said, grasping her shoulders and pushing her into a kneeling position above him. “Fuck me like it’s the only time.”
A nameless expression crossed her features, but then she began to move, riding him, propelling her heavy tits to jiggle. She squeezed her cunt around him as she took him deep, released when she went up, and gave a tighter clasp on the way down again.
“Christ, fucking hell,” he groaned in sweet suffering, palming a breast and a hip. Her erect nipples indicated her desire. Her slippery pussy confirmed just how much she wanted him.
Jed didn’t know how long she rode him with only the rough pants of their breath and the slippery connection of their bodies echoing in the air. Either way, her ride was long enough he grit his teeth in an effort to fight back his climax. He rolled her beneath him again, pulled out of her, and flipped her to her stomach. Clasping her hips, he tugged her up. Her knees folded beneath her and he thrust deep, going motionless buried to the hilt inside her. Her gasp let him know he’d hit her G-spot, that tiny bundle of sensitive nerves. If he could give her this particular orgasm, she’d fly higher than the previous two times.
Rose pushed her chest off the mattress with her hands, into doggy-style. He gripped one of her shoulders, using h
is other hand to fist her hair. Tangling his fingers in the silky strands, he turned her head enough to see her profile and he rode her hard and fast, rough, quick lunges that left her wide-eyed and wrenched whimpers from deep in her throat. Her ass bounced with each deep shove, the slapping of their flesh lapping over each smack-smack-smack of his pelvis connecting with hers.
“Jed,” she moaned and he could feel the mini-grasps of her cunt along his cock, it was enough to signal she would come soon.
He lifted her torso and sat back on his heels. Her thighs fell over his. She was open and vulnerable.
His forearm braced between her breasts, clamping her to his chest, as his palm encircled her neck. His other arm circled her waist. Her shoulders and head slumped forward, her long pink hair everywhere, clinging to both of their sweaty bodies.
Jed gave her all of him. Fucked her as hard as he could, grinding his hip against her ass to add stimulation to her G-spot. Rose bounced against him, her body loose, as if she’d lost control of her muscles and trusted him.
She surprised him when she came, crying out at the abruptness of her climax. He tilted her head back against his shoulder. Her hair curtained her face, so he grasped the strands and shoved them aside. He wanted to experience her pleasure with his gaze.
Her eyes were closed, mouth rounded, her sweet pussy clenched around him as he slowed his thrusts, preventing his orgasm for just a few seconds longer. The softness of her features, tightened his heart.
She is fucking mine, he decided in that moment as he stared at her face and went deep one final time, his balls blowing and he erupted inside her. He hadn’t asked if she was on birth control because he didn’t care either way. And STDs weren’t a problem among their races.
After a long moment, he lowered them to the bed and he spooned against her back, his arm draped around her in a possessive nature. His beast declared ownership and it took all he had to control his dragon and not mark her as his.
