Survivor (Dragon Shifter Book 4)

by Naomi Sparks

  For a long moment, there's silence between the two of us. Neither of us look away, just stare into each other's eyes in the dimly lit room. Then, Jerrick reaches out and grabs me, pulling me tight against him, pressing his lips hard against mine. It's like he lit a fire inside me with that kiss. All of my nerves are gone, leaving me just excited and turned on. I want him, need him, so badly.

  Jerrick breaks the kiss and takes a quick breath. "You're wearing too much," he says, then slips his hand under my shirt and pulls it off. I shiver as the cool air hits my bare breasts. Jerrick stares at them, licking his lips, and I shiver again. There's a predatory look in his eyes now, one that makes my heart beat even faster. I don't need to hear his thoughts to know what he's thinking right then. It's all written clearly on his face.

  I scoot over until I’m straddling Jerrick's waist. Even through my sweatpants and the blankets, I can feel Jerrick's arousal pressing against me. I rock against him as that fire builds up inside me, spreading throughout my body. When was the last time I'd willingly had sex with someone? When was the last time I had a chance to enjoy myself with a man?

  Far, far too long, I think as I look into Jerrick's eyes again.

  I take his head between my hands, then lean forward and kiss him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth for a proper one. It's as if all the feelings for Jerrick I'd been keeping locked away have been unleashed all at once. I can't wait to feel him inside me, can't wait to lose myself beneath him.

  Jerrick's hands roam all over my chest and back as we kiss. His touch is firm yet gentle, sending little jolts through me. I rock back and forth against him, slowly picking up speed as my need for him becomes more intense. I can barely breathe as we make out and grind together like horny teenagers, but I don't care. Nothing will stop me now, not even something silly like breathing.

  I can feel myself approaching the finish line in no time, and as much as I want to hold back, I can't. I need to come. It's been far too long since I've felt this kind of pleasure and my entire body is calling for it.

  The front of my sweatpants are already wet from my juices, but I still don't care, still don't stop. I don't care if I end up soaking through my clothes completely, just as long as Jerrick doesn't try to stop me.

  My body shakes as I get closer and closer. I push down even more against his body, and Jerrick pulls me even tighter against him, his hips moving in time with my own. I wonder if he's getting as close as I am, but I can't stop to think about it. If he is, I just hope he'll be able to go for another round because I know one orgasm will not be enough to satisfy the ache inside me.

  Then, all at once, that fire inside me explodes. I moan into Jerrick's mouth, pushing my hips down hard against his erection, as spasms rack through my body. The world around me spins, then slowly fades away as a bright light fills my vision. I have to squeeze my eyes shut as the fire burns even more intense, searing me from the inside out.

  For a moment, it feels like it will last forever. Then, suddenly, I'm dropped off a cliff, crashing back down to earth. I break the kiss with Jerrick and gasp for air, my lungs burning with need. I blink a few times as I try to get a hold of myself, try to come back to reality. My entire body feels like I've been hit with a truck a few times, but, I've never felt better, never felt more alive.

  "Wow," I finally say, looking into Jerrick's eyes again. I can still see lust there, and it makes me shiver again. That's when I feel his hard on, still pressed against me. He didn't come yet, which just makes me grin like a madwoman.

  "You like that?" he asks. His voice is gravelly, and it sounds like his dragon is just below the surface. I wonder if he's struggling to keep control over himself like I am and wondering what it would be like if he just let loose and made me his woman.

  I nod as I lick my lips. The image of him on top of me, fucking me like a wild animal, is burned into my mind now. I can't stop thinking about it, my body aching once again. It's like that orgasm did nothing other than take the edge off the desire welling up inside me. I need him inside me, on top of me.

  His hands slide down my body to rest at my waist. He toys with the waistband of my sweatpants, smirking at me as he does so. "I think we should get these off you." Then, he slides his right hand around to rest right at my crotch, sending a shudder through me as he rubs against the wet spot there. "Though it looks like they need to be washed, anyway."

  Heat burns in my cheeks. Even in the low light I know he can see everything with his damned enhanced vision. But he doesn't laugh at me or tease me. He just leans forward again and kisses me, quick and chaste this time. I love the feeling of his lips against mine and the slight tickle of his soft beard across my cheek. It stokes emotions I'd long forgotten.

  He doesn't give me a chance to dwell on that though. He grips my hips with both hands, then lifts me with ease. The next thing I know, I'm lying on my back, staring up at him as he presses between my thighs. The blankets had fallen away, and now it's just my soaked pants between his hard-on and my quivering pussy. I moan out, staring into his eyes, begging him to give me what I so desperately need.

  "You want this?" he asks as he rocks his hips forward. He doesn't even seem to care that he's rubbing himself all over my juices. And, for a moment, I think about just how hot it would be for him to lose control and explode all over me like this, covering my pants with his seed. But I know that's not what I really want. I really want him inside me, want him pumping that hot load deep inside me.

  "Please..." I squeak out between my moans. "Please, Jerrick..."

  Jerrick grins at me again, that predatory look consuming him. In a flash, he has my pants and underwear pulled down and tossed aside. My heart skips a beat as he runs his gaze up and down my bare, exposed body. I fight back the urge to cover myself or at least close my legs. It may be embarrassing, but I want him to see me, want him to know exactly what he's getting.

  "Gods, you are gorgeous," he says at last, licking his lips.

  I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but it just won't go away. So instead of focusing on his attention on me, I take this chance to examine his body fully. It's not just his torso that's perfectly sculpted muscle. His legs are just as muscular. His cock is long and thick, the foreskin pulled back to show the reddish-purple head, glistening in a mixture of his precum and my own juices.

  It takes a lot of willpower to keep from diving forward and devouring him. But before I can so much as move a muscle, Jerrick pushes me down against the pillows, leaning in for another quick kiss. Then, he starts kissing his way down my jaw and neck, my moans filling the room. The fire inside me rages again as he kisses down my body, paying extra attention to my breasts.

  My brain goes fuzzy, unable to focus on anything other than the jolts of electricity going through my body. My hands ball up into fists around the bed sheets as I suck in deep breaths, trying to control myself. But as his lips go down my stomach toward my dripping sex, I know I will not last long at all. It doesn't matter that I'd just rocked myself to an orgasm on his lap. I'm already right on the edge, so close to returning to that abyss of pleasure.

  "Oh god," I moan out, squeezing my eyes shut. I'm so close and he hasn't even gotten to my pussy yet. How can he turn me on so much with just little light kisses down my body? He probably thinks I'm some kind of sex fiend, already right at the edge of coming again. But if he thinks that, he doesn't show any sign of stopping at least.

  His beard tickles as he goes lower and lower, and I try to focus on that instead. But with the inferno raging inside me, nothing can distract me for long at all. I feel like I will die, but at least I’m wrapped in a blanket of pure pleasure.

  When his lips finally reach to top of my pussy, I nearly lose it right there. But he doesn't just stop. He keeps going, kissing down my slit, then onto my right leg. Whimpers creep out of me, and I can hear Jerrick chuckling softly. I want to curse him, want to tell him to get back up there and finish the job, but the words won't come out. The part of my brain responsible for speech
is completely unwired now, leaving me unable to do anything other than moan and whimper as Jerrick works his magic.

  Even my feet aren't exempt from his torture. I'm glad I'd showered before going to sleep earlier, but something tells me even if I hadn't, Jerrick would still give me this teasing, torturous pleasure. When he works his way up my left leg, I know he has to be enjoying making me thrash around with pleasure but keeping me just this side of that edge.

  When he reaches my pussy again, he kisses once, then stops. I take that time to suck in deep breaths, trying to slow my heartbeat, then lift my head and open my eyes. When I look at him, I can see his lips glistening in the light. Even from just that last kiss, his lips are already coated in my juices. God, there's probably a wet spot all over his sheets now, but my brain is still so frazzled, I can't tell. That doesn't stop my entire body from heating up, partially from arousal and partially from embarrassment.

  "You like that?" he asks, his voice full of sex. God, if he keeps speaking like that, he can probably make me come just from his voice alone.

  “Jesus, Faith, what has gotten into you? I wonder silently, “What is it about this man that has you so aroused, so on edge? You've never felt like this with other men before...”

  I wish I had an answer to that question, but I don't. Nor can I focus enough to even think about coming up with answer.

  When I don't respond to Jerrick's question, he reaches up with both hands, running them down my thighs and legs, making me shudder again. God— I'm so close, but yet, it seems like I'm so far away at the same time.

  "You want to come again?" he asks in that same sexy voice. His eyes lock right on mine, not letting me look away.

  All I can do is shakily nod. I want to come so badly want it more than anything in the world right now.

  Jerrick smirks, then licks his lips. A gasp slips from my lips as my body shivers again, knowing he's tasting me right that moment. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want."

  I open my mouth, but no words come out. I close it, then try again, but still, nothing comes out. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to acknowledge them.

  Jerrick doesn't stop smirking at me. He just keeps reaching up and touching me, caressing me. It sends little jolts through me, not nearly as intense as his lips had been, but enough to keep me right at the edge without pushing me over. He's enjoying this, I realize, enjoying knowing he's the reason I can't think straight. The bastard...

  But I refuse to give up. If he wants me to tell him what I need, then I'll do it. Even if it kills me, I won't let him win. I swallow, then open my mouth again, this time I get a single, solitary word out. "I...." It's not much, but it's progress.

  Jerrick chuckles and keeps caressing me. Then, he scoots forward a bit to lean in and whisper in my ear. "You can do it. I know you can. Just tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

  I suck in another breath and straighten my shoulders. Jerrick's right. I can do this. It's my body and I'm the one in control. "Come...." I squeak out. "I need to come. Make me come." After the first word, the rest all seem to spill out in a jumble as my brain struggles to rewire itself.

  But that seems to be enough for Jerrick. He leans forward again and kisses me on the lips. There's just a hint of my own juices there, just enough to make my brain short circuit once more.

  Then, he's back down between my legs. He uses his hands to keep them spread apart as he presses his lips against mine, kissing my sex and driving me completely up the wall. I moan out, louder than before, lifting my hips off the bed to press my pussy against his face. His facial hair is rough against my sensitive pussy, but it just serves to help keep me grounded slightly.

  Jerrick pushes me back down against the bed, using his superior strength to keep me pinned. My hands tighten around the sheets, my teeth gritting as I struggle to make this last as long as possible. But it's no use. No matter what I do, I can't push down the fire raging inside me, can't fight it back for long. My entire body thrashes, but it doesn't matter. Jerrick keeps me in place as his tongue darts in and out of my pussy, as he sucks on my clit, as he does everything he can to drive me insane.

  "Oh, God!" I shout out as that familiar feeling returns, I try to push my hips up off the bed, but it's no use. My entire body spasms as everything around me disappears beyond an unpierceable veil of pleasure. The only thing I can still feel is Jerrick’s fingers digging into my thighs, his mouth on my sex, sucking and licking as he drives me deeper and deeper into that never ending pit.

  God, I want to stay like that forever. I want to die like that, with my legs crudely spread and Jerrick between them. I want my last memories on this planet to be the pleasure only he can give me, knowing no one and nothing else will ever come close to this. But that's too much to ask, and well before I'm ready, I come crashing back down to reality.

  All the air has been knocked from my lungs. My entire body goes limp as I struggle to breathe. Jerrick doesn't stop right away either, he keeps going, sending little aftershocks of pleasure through me. "Stop," I gasp out. "Please...."

  Jerrick reluctantly pulls away, then crawls up to lay next to me, pulling me into his arms. I snuggle up against him, letting out a content sigh as he tightens his grip around me. God, it feels so good, laying there in his arms. It really feels like nothing can hurt me, like I'm safe from the rest of the world. I know if I close my eyes, I'll fall asleep right then and there. And as much as I want that, as much as I'd love to drift off with him holding me, I know I can't. Not yet.

  Jerrick still needs his relief.

  I turn in his arms, looking him in the eye. Then, I reach between us and grasp his erection. Jerrick sucks in a breath, but he doesn't say anything. "Are you ready for your turn?" I ask, biting my bottom lip.

  Jerrick shakes his head though and pulls my hand off his cock. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine."

  But there's no way I will let that stand. I take hold of him again and adjust myself so I can rub the head of his cock against my pussy. I'm still sensitive down there, but damn if I can't deny how amazing it feels to have his manhood against me like that. Maybe this time I'll be able to last for a little while, now that Jerrick has successfully quelled the fire raging inside me. But I know it won't take much to get that fire restarted, either.

  "Fuck me," I tell him locking my gaze onto his and not looking away. I want this, more than he knows. I need this, need to feel him inside me at least once before I go back to Amasis and the Hell he represents.

  "You're sure?" he asks, and I just nod, still not looking away from him.

  Jerrick takes a deep breath, then finally returns my nod. He moves until he's between my legs again, his cock pressed right up against my pussy. He slides back and forth a few times, teasing me again, grinning as he does so.

  And there it is, I think as a moan slips around, my entire body tingling. The fire inside me starts to spark up again, slowly building, as he continues to hump against me.

  I look him in the eyes again and grin up at him. "Fuck me," I say, wanting to get those words out before my brain turns to mush.

  I don't need to say it again. He reaches between us and takes hold of his cock, lining it up with my entrance. Then, he locks eyes with me one last time, giving me a last chance to back out. But when I stay quiet, he pushes forward, his entire length sliding into me all at once.

  "O-oh fuck!" I yell out, arching my hips up off the bed. My hands ball around the sheets again, my toes curling. Yeah, there's no way I'm going to last very long this time! The fire that had been smoldering only moments ago was roaring to life again, blazing just as strong as it had earlier this evening.

  I curse my body for being so easily turned on by him. I shouldn't be this on edge after already having two orgasms, damn it! I should be stronger than this, should be able to take more than this. And yet, as he thrusts in and out of me, my entire body burns and aches for him.

  When Jerrick leans forward, I expect it's so he can kiss me again. But his
lips go for my neck. He kisses and suckles as he thrusts faster and faster. I expect him to bite me, but he doesn't. He just keeps kissing and sucking. The way he fucks me is animalistic, but, it's controlled, like he's fighting back a part of himself.

  And I'm not sure if I'm thankful for that or disappointed. Then again, even if he is holding something back, it's impossible to be too disappointed as he fucks me. His cock barely fits inside me, my pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft. It's not painful though, rather, it's like his cock is the perfect size for me. Big enough to fill me but not too big to stretch and hurt me.

  “God, could Jerrick get any more perfect?” I wonder as that fire inside me bubbles higher and higher each time he thrusts into me.

  "I'm.... I'm almost...." That's all I get out before my brain goes to jelly again.

  Jerrick slows himself down, and when I whimper in protest, he chuckles. How in the world is he able to do this? He's made me come twice already. Shouldn't he be on the edge, too?

  And yet he can still do things like this, like he really just enjoys teasing me. He really is a bastard. A hot, sexy, amazing bastard.

  Luckily though, he didn't stay slowed down for long. After a couple more thrusts, he picks up the pace until he is pounding away at me. My pussy aches, but it's a good ache, one I'm not going to forget, ever. I'm so close, but I don't want it to end. I never want it to end.

  Jerrick's cock becomes like a jackhammer inside me, and no matter how hard I try to maintain my control, I just can't do it. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him tight against my body, lifting my hips up off the bed in time with his thrusts. In and out. Up and down. So close.

  Then, Jerrick slams into me. He lets out a guttural, primal sound. His cock throbs and twitches inside me. Even through the fog, I can feel his seed splattering against my insides. It's too much for me to handle. I try to hold on, my nails biting into Jerrick's back, but it's no use. Only seconds later, that familiar pressure explodes inside me, and my own groans mingle with his.