by Sophie Stern
“I don’t want to tell you my name,” the woman repeated.
“Then we have a serious problem.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re still on my beach.”
“Well, I’m not hurting anyone,” she said.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. How was he supposed to get rid of her without being a total dick? She didn’t want to leave. He understood that. Still, he couldn’t just have humans hanging out on his beach. She’d attract other humans, who would cause trouble, and that would be no good for him.
The woman closed her laptop and set it down beside her. She had a nice little setup, he had to admit. The little tent was behind her, but it was likely only big enough for a single person. Then she had a little blanket spread out. She was sitting there with her laptop, phone, and a notebook, as well as a stack of novels that stretched almost to his knees.
So, she liked to read, did she?
What was the cute little bookworm doing on his beach?
“Come here,” Brian reached for her hands and pulled, tugging her to her feet. She stumbled as she rose, and she bumped right into him. Her hands somehow ended up pressing against his chest, and his hands ended up on her waist.
“What are you doing?”
“I was helping you get up,” he said.
“Why?”
“So, you can leave.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“You have to,” he told her.
Only, Brian suddenly didn’t want her to leave.
Suddenly, he didn’t want anything else except for her. He didn’t even know her name. He didn’t know anything about her except that she was lovely and beautiful and sweet, and he wanted to kiss her.
So, he did what any self-respecting dragon would do, and he took a step back. He couldn’t kiss her.
Not here.
Not now.
“That’s it?”
The woman’s voice was only a whisper, and she sounded hurt, as though she couldn’t believe he’d just stepped away from her.
“What do you mean?”
“I just thought...”
“What?”
“Well, for a moment, it seemed like you might kiss me,” she whispered.
“Are you in the habit of kissing strange men?”
“No, but there’s nothing wrong with starting new habits, now is there?”
The woman stepped forward, and she placed her hands back on Brian’s chest. Then she pushed up on her tippy-toes, and she cupped his face, and she kissed him.
Instantly, he was hard as rock, and his body threatened to shift into its dragon form. He closed his eyes, trying to control the change.
He didn’t want it to happen just yet.
Brian kissed her back eagerly, happily. She tasted like coffee and cookies, and she tasted like perfection.
“Oh,” she murmured, kissing him. “That’s so nice,” she whispered.
“I’m not nice, little one,” he growled.
“I’m not little.”
“You are to me. Now shut your pretty mouth,” he said, and he kissed her again.
Over and over and over, Brian raked his mouth over hers until he forgot that he was supposed to be mad, until he forgot that she was trespassing, until he forgot everything except for the moment they found themselves locked in.
He didn’t want to stop.
He didn’t want the moment to end.
So, he just kept kissing her.
And kissing her.
And kissing her.
Chapter 4
Winter kissed the naked man until her pussy felt like it was starving to death.
She wanted a dick inside of her, like, now, but she couldn’t possibly ask him for that. It was already crazy enough that she was making out with a naked stranger on the beach, but now she wanted to have sex with him, too. That was just too crazy, even for her, even after the day she’d had.
She’d just have to settle for kissing him over and over. At some point, the two of them stopped standing, and they lowered themselves to the blanket she had been sitting on. Winter pulled away long enough to shove her laptop and phone inside of the tent to preserve their integrity. She didn’t need to accidentally shove those into the sand.
She might have quit her job, but she would get another one sooner or later, and she’d need her supplies. Books could survive being shoved into the sand, but her electronics were a bit more breakable.
“Fuck,” the man whispered.
He liked her.
He liked kissing her.
Winter liked kissing him, too. He was strong and gorgeous, and she’d never laid eyes on a man even half as handsome as he was. For a brief second, she wondered if she was dreaming or hallucinating, but Winter quickly decided that she didn’t care.
Soon she was straddling him, kissing him, and he was kissing her back just as greedily.
“Your cock,” she whispered.
“It’s hard.”
“I know,” she nodded, breathlessly. She wanted to reach down between them and touch it. She was on top of the stranger, and she was still wearing all of her clothes, but she was dangerously close to taking them off for him.
“You can touch me if you like,” he murmured.
“I don’t even know your name,” she told him.
That was probably the craziest thing about this entire situation. She really didn’t know his name. She didn’t know anything about him except that he was hot as hell.
“Call me Dragon.”
Dragon.
Winter thought about the word. Obviously, that wasn’t his name. It was probably the type of shifter that he was.
She didn’t need to know, though. She didn’t need to know his name because suddenly, everything was getting hazy. She was more turned on than she’d ever been before, and he wanted her to call him Dragon.
She could do that.
“What should I call you?”
Her name was out. They weren’t doing names, apparently, and that was just as well. Besides, it wasn’t like she had a simple name like “Mary.”
No, her name was unique, and it would be easy for him to find her online if he wanted to. A fake name would have to suffice, if only for the next hour or so. He had called himself Dragon. She needed something just as fun.
Winter looked around quickly, and she spotted a coconut lying beneath one of the palm trees. She smiled. That would do.
“Coconut,” she said.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Coconut it is.”
She kissed him again, silencing him. Oh, he was delicious. She reached between them and started stroking his cock.
It was hard and thick and velvety, and Winter loved the way he felt in her hands. His cock was heavy as she held it, touching him there. He groaned as she squeezed him just right.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Dragon said.
“I just really love touching your dick,” Winter whispered.
She wanted more, though. It was crazy, but she didn’t care. She wanted him inside of her.
He was a stranger.
She kept trying to remind herself of that fact, but her pussy didn’t seem to get the memo. Her brain was screaming at her to be rational and logical, but she didn’t want to. She’d quit her job, and she’d had a bad day, and she was being offered something incredible: sex with a gorgeous stranger.
Uh, yeah.
Winter wasn’t turning that down.
No way in hell.
Dragon reached for Winter’s shirt and tugged, pulling it off of her. She’d chosen to wear a t-shirt and soft sweatpants. It made no sense at all for someone who was hanging out on the beach. She burnt easily, though, and she didn’t like the idea of accidentally ending up with a crazy sunburn for her interview on Monday.
Not that it was even happening anymore.
“Beautiful tits,” Dragon murmured. Winter looked down to see that he’d taken her bra off, too, and tossed it aside.
“Thank you.
”
She’d never been complimented on her breasts before. When she’d dated people, they’d always been polite. Even if they were going to have sex, things had always been very routine and strangely normal and ordinary. Nobody had ever made her feel like this before. Nobody had ever made her feel like her heart was going to explode.
Let alone her body.
“Lean forward,” Dragon demanded.
Winter leaned forward.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “I want to taste these pretty tits.”
Dragon took one of her breasts between his lips and teased her skin, playing with her nipple. He used his tongue and then his teeth to nip gently at her. She was already wet, but now she was fucking soaked.
And when he called her good girl it was like her entire heart felt full.
She’d never felt like that before.
Nobody had ever told her she was a good girl.
Suddenly, Winter felt like she was doing right, and that made her so damn happy that she couldn’t handle it.
Dragon took her other breast, repeating his gentle treatment. He teased her skin, playing with it and making her feel like she was going to explode. She felt herself grinding on him again, rubbing her pussy against his cock.
The only thing separating their bodies was the soft fabric of her sweatpants, but in an instant, Dragon was able to get rid of that barrier. He pushed, shoving her pants down to her ankles, and then she hovered there, straddling him.
If she lowered her body, she’d be fucking him. His penis would be inside of her, and she would be able to ride that thick, girthy cock until she came for him. The fire burning in his eyes said he’d love that.
Her brain told her it was a terrible idea.
She bit her lip.
She had a choice to make.
“What’s it going to be, Coconut?”
“What do you mean?”
“Baby, I’m dying to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he murmured, “but it’s up to you.”
He was giving her a choice.
He wasn’t going to take this from her.
“If you want me, I am so damn ready for you that it hurts,” he told her.
“I want you.”
“There’s never any pressure, Coconut. If you don’t want this, we can both walk away. No hard feelings.”
Something in his eyes told her that he was being truthful and honest. He really wouldn’t be mad. How crazy was that? Here was a guy who could have any damn woman in the world, but he’d chosen her. He was sexy as hell, handsome, and charming, and he wanted to fuck Winter.
That was a damn good feeling.
She thought only for a second about the possible consequences from such an action, but the truth was that Winter wanted to be a little bit wild. She wanted to have a little bit of fun. She wanted...
Well, she wanted this.
Him.
His cock.
So, she lowered herself, sinking down onto his dick, groaning as she did.
“Ooooh,” Dragon moaned as he filled her.
“You might be a little bigger than I thought,” she whispered.
“Hold still, Coconut, give it a second. You can take me.”
“I don’t think I can.” Winter’s pussy felt impossibly full. She thought that if she moved at all it was going to hurt, so she held perfectly still, listening to his commands.
“You can take me.”
He was so confident and secure in this that Winter felt like maybe, just maybe, the guy was right. She nodded, not sure whether she was affirming him or her, and she held perfectly still. Winter took a deep breath, and then she started to move.
And oh, she could take him.
“Dragon...”
“Coconut,” he murmured, reaching for her breasts. He started to thrust up into her as he played with her breasts, bouncing them as she rode him, and Winter felt for the very first time that perhaps coming to Sapphire Island had been a good choice, after all.
Chapter 5
Brian hadn’t planned to have sex with anyone this weekend.
In fact, he hadn’t planned to have sex with anyone this year.
It was no secret that he’d been very tired lately, and very overwhelmed with work, and just very overwhelmed with the world in general, yet somehow, this wild and crazy little human had managed to pull him from his brain fog and make him forget that he was supposed to be upset with the world.
And oh, she was distracting as hell.
“Coconut,” he whispered. She was grinding on him like some sort of damn goddess. How the hell did she know all of the right places to hit? She was squeezing him, riding him like her life depending on it, and he wanted more.
Needed more.
Brian wasn’t sure why he’d lied about his name. He could have easily told her he was called Brian and left out his last name, but he hadn’t wanted to. He’d wanted to keep things simple between them. After all, he knew perfectly well that when they were done fucking, he’d probably never see her again.
Not that he didn’t want to.
He had a feeling that there was more to Coconut than met the eye, and he wanted to find out all of the little secrets this woman was trying to keep to herself. Before he took the time to ask her all about her hopes and dreams, though, he wanted to make her come.
He wanted to make her fall apart.
He grabbed her neck and tugged her close, kissing her deeply. The sound that came from her lips was so erotic he almost came right then.
Almost.
He was a grown man, though, and he wasn’t about to come so fast. Not his first time with this sweet human. Not today.
Brian pushed her gently, moving her, and they changed positions so that she was on her knees, and he was behind her. He ran his hands down her back, raking his nails over her skin softly.
“Oh,” she whispered.
“Call me wrong, but I think you like that.”
“You aren’t wrong.”
“You’re beautiful, Coconut.”
“Thank you.”
“So polite, too,” he cupped her ass, bouncing it a little bit as he nudged his cock at her entrance. He was going to keep fucking her like this, and he loved being able to see her from behind. She had a perfect heart-shaped bottom that he could just lose himself in if he wasn’t careful.
He’d be careful.
“I always thought good manners were important,” she whispered.
“Not when my cock is buried inside of your sweet pussy,” he said, and then he thrust forward, filling her.
“Oh!”
Brian was relentless this time. He reached for her hair, tugging it back, forcing her head up. She could see the ocean while he was sliding his cock in and out of her tight little pussy.
Good.
Every time she looked at a picture of an ocean after this, she’d think of him. She’d remember him. That gave him a strange thrill he hadn’t expected.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and Brian tightened his grip on her hair.
“No more good manners,” he said. “I want to hear you be dirty.”
“But-”
“No buts,” he said. “I want to hear you tell me how much you love having my cock in you.”
It was dirty.
It was nasty.
It was wild, and it was what he wanted. She could do it. He believed in her. Maybe she wasn’t used to talking dirty, but he’d teach her everything she needed to know. He’d help her. He’d do whatever it took because he wanted to feel Coconut fall apart. He wanted her to have the best damn orgasm of her life.
It suddenly felt important to him that he leave a lasting impression with this stranger he’d met on the beach. He wanted her to know that no matter what happened, this was an experience she was going to remember for the rest of her life.
“Tell me.”
“I love it.”
“You can do better than that,” he said, thrusti
ng forward. He reached for her breasts and pinched one of her nipples.
“Ouch!”
“Tell me how much you love my cock, Coconut.”
“I love your cock,” she said breathlessly.
“There you go. Good girl,” he murmured.
Her pussy tightened around him, and he smiled.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You liked it when I called you a good girl,” he said.
“I liked it.”
“I know,” he told her. “I could feel your pussy clenching around my cock when I said it. Let me tell you again, Coconut. You’re a good girl.”
Once more, she squeezed, and his cock throbbed with pleasure as he kept fucking her. He was filled with peace and happiness in that moment. Oh, he could keep going for an eternity and never grow tired of little Coconut.
But he wanted her to come.
He wanted her to cry out for him.
It was time.
He leaned forward and bit her shoulder, pressing his teeth into her soft skin. Then he whispered in her ear.
“It’s time, Coconut. Come for me.”
“But I...”
“Come for me.”
“I’m not...I can’t...”
“You can,” he groaned.
He reached between them and stroked her soft folds, rubbing his fingers over her clit, and then she did it.
She came.
She cried out, and he reached for her mouth, covering it with his hand as her pussy pulsed with her orgasm. She screamed against his hand, and then Brian came, too, filling her with his cum.
He’d done it.
He’d made the little human come.
He’d fucked her so damn hard, and she’d had the sexiest orgasm he’d ever seen in his damn life. He was no virgin, but he’d never seen anyone fuck like that. She was a damn rock star in his book.
When it was over, he pulled away and sat on the blanket, and she rolled over, looking up at him.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“I hope that was a good wow.”
“It was,” she nodded.
Coconut closed her eyes as she rested there on the beach. She bit her lip, and he couldn’t quite get over just how gorgeous she looked. He liked her confidence. He liked that she wasn’t embarrassed by what they’d done or by how crazy it was that they didn’t even know each other’s real names.