by Celia Kyle
Carefully, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, enjoying the way his flesh throbbed against her palm. She tightened her grip until Allon groaned softly, and his whole body tensed when she flicked her wrist, her fingers sliding up and down his hard member.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered against her lips, one of his hands traveling up to cup her right breast. She trembled softly as her nipple hardened, and then she moaned as Allon trapped it between two fingers and pinched the nub. He exerted the right amount of pressure—not too little, not too much—and a soft moan escaped her lips. Breathing hard, she pulled back from his kiss, dragged her teeth across her bottom lip, and offered him the most devilish smile could muster.
“Is that so? Am I really killing you?” she teased him. “Maybe you just don’t have what it takes to handle a woman like me.”
Tightening her grip even more, she held his gaze as the lines on his face deepened, anticipation overtaking him. Most men couldn’t handle a woman like Chelle—she knew that from experience—but Allon was different. He liked being challenged, which was evident in the way he gritted his teeth, his jawline becoming even more pronounced. The pressure was building inside of him and, sooner or later, it would find a way out. Exhaling sharply, he finally found the strength to answer her smile with one of his own.
“You really think so?” His eyes narrowed. Then, before she could do anything about it, he grabbed her by the wrist and forced her to peel her fingers off his hardness. “Let me set the record straight, then,” he continued, pulling on her hand until she found herself sitting down on the soft grass. “I do have a reputation to maintain, after all.”
“Yeah?” She smirked in challenge, eyebrow raised. “And what kind of reputation would that be?”
“Maybe it’s best I show you.” Looking down at her, an edge to his smile, he went down on one knee in front of her. Slowly, he placed his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, his eyes darting straight toward the pink flesh between her thighs. That was enough for her to become even wetter than she already was, her thighs slick with her juices.
He moved fast and without warning.
With the agility of a predator, he pushed her down until she found herself lying down on the grass, the soft green blades caressing her bare skin. Grinning like a mad man, Allon brought his lips down on her knee and then peppered gentle kisses in a line that ran straight toward her inner thigh. Her skin prickled at the tender touch of his mouth on her skin, that heat between her legs radiating to the rest of her body.
Arching her back, she closed her eyes and threaded her fingers into his hair. He nibbled at the tender skin on her thigh, teasing her, and she couldn’t help but feel like he was a predator toying with his prey. He knew what she wanted—and how badly—but he held back, claiming control. It was slightly disconcerting to think of the situation like that. After all, she couldn’t remember the last time she had relinquished control willingly. That didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying it. If anything, it was the exact opposite. It felt good to let someone else be in charge, even if just for a moment.
“C’mon, stop teasing me,” she breathed, her voice brimming with pent-up lust.
As fun as it was to let him play his little teasing game, she wanted to move on from the appetizers and to the main course. Still with her fingers on his hair, she tried to direct his mouth to where she needed it the most, but Allon refused to let her take the lead. Resisting, he looked up at her and smiled, a glint in his eyes.
“Patience is a virtue,” he offered. “That’s a lesson you’ll have to learn.”
With that, he went back to kissing her bare skin, ignoring the pressure of her fingers on his head. The tip of his tongue traced a smooth line up her groin, scooping up her juices, and that was enough for the heat that had taken over her body to concentrate on that sweet spot between her legs once more. She felt like a furnace, one that threatened to melt everything around it into a pool of molten lava. If his plan was to drive her crazy, it was working.
“You should know, I’m not a very patient wo—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence.
Moving fast, Allon brushed his tongue against her drenched inner lips. He traced their contours eagerly, as if he wanted to engrave each detail of it on his brain, and then crushed his mouth against her wetness. He devoured her with lustful hunger, his lips and tongue unleashing hell upon her body.
“Oh, fuck,” she pushed the words past her gritted teeth as Allon drove his tongue all the way up to her clit.
With the patient certainty of a man who knows what he’s doing, he then wrapped his lips around her pleasure bud and sucked it into his mouth. It felt as if thunder and lightning had taken over both her mind and body. Her thoughts became wild and scattered, and her heart pumped boiling blood into her veins. She knew Allon wasn’t a stranger when it came to pleasuring a woman, but she had no idea he was this skilled when using nothing but his tongue.
“So good,” Chelle said as his tongue whipped at her clit mercilessly.
Not one to rest on his laurels, he placed one hand between her thighs and brushed two fingers against her inner lips. He increased the pressure slowly, parting them, and only then did he push his fingers into her center. He did it in a single movement, curling them upward like a hook until his fingertips were pressed against that sweet spot hidden inside her.
He applied just enough pressure for another moan to escape her lips, and her eyes rolled in their orbits as she struggled to process all the pleasure coursing through her. His tongue on her clit, his fingers inside her, and even the pressure of his forearm on her waist as he kept her pinned to the ground… It was too much for her to take.
She exploded against his mouth in a vicious spasm, swaying her hips from side to side as she kept her fingers tangled in his hair, ensuring he wouldn’t go anywhere. Allon didn’t seem to mind being trapped in place. He kept his mouth pressed against her as she came, her quivering voice cutting through the silence around them, and increased the pressure of his fingers. Only when her body relaxed did he pull back from her, a shiver running up her spine as she felt his fingers slide out from inside of her.
Chelle sucked in a deep breath and sprawled her limbs. She opened her eyes and stared at the blue sky overhead, her heart still beating like a war drum. She felt a tingling sensation in her toes and fingertips, like she was floating on a cloud made of cotton candy.
God, how could Allon be so damn good?
“Tired already?” His voice cut through the fog that settled in her mind.
Groaning, she looked up to see that cocky grin of his dancing on his lips. Using her elbows to push herself off the ground, she sucked in a deep breath and cocked one eyebrow up.
“Tired? Me? Not a chance.” She went to her knees.
Not giving him any time to react, she closed the distance between them and grabbed his cock by the root. Grinning, her expression as devilish as his, she stroked him. Her eyes never left his as she did it. The way his expression changed—from surprise to pleasure—demanded her attention. She placed her free hand on his chest and gave him a hard push, one strong enough for him to go down. The moment he was lying on his back, his hardness still in her hand, she bit on the corner of her bottom lip. “But if you’re tired, I can be gentle.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not tired,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice.
“Good.”
Placing herself between his legs, she gripped his cock tightly, and then leaned forward until her mouth was a hair’s breadth away from his flesh. He throbbed against her closed fingers, eager for her to make a move, but she held her position there. He had tortured her when he decided to tease her, and now it was time for her to return the favor.
Instead of taking him into her mouth right away, she merely reached for him with the tip of her tongue. She closed her eyes as she touched his warm flesh, the flavor of his pre-cum inundating her, and she actually had to make a very conscious effort not to rush. She wante
d to go crazy, to drive him crazy, but she also knew that patience came with its own rewards.
Twirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, she moaned softly as she felt his hard flesh throbbing against her lips. She tilted her head to the side and ran her tongue down his entire length, from its tip to the base. Repeating that motion, she changed gears without warning.
“Holy fuck,” Allon groaned as she wrapped her lips around his tip.
At a glacial pace, the pressure she was applying on his shaft increasing, she rolled her lips down until she could feel his tip pressed against the back of her throat. Finally giving in to her most wicked urges, she started bobbing her head at a rapid pace, her lips moving up and down his entire length. She continued fast and mercilessly and, even when he placed both hands on her head, she refused to give him any type of control.
She was in charge. She dictated the pace.
Needing an extra edge, she stroked him as she used her mouth. Her fingers and lips working in perfect harmony, her long strokes blending with the caresses of her mouth, and it only took a couple of seconds before Allon arched his back and moaned, his deep voice piercing Chelle’s soul like an arrow.
She enjoyed being pleasured, like every woman in the world, but she had never found a man who made her feel ecstatic over the fact that she was pleasuring him. Until Allon, of course. With him, lust and sex became something more, their connection transcending everything she thought she knew.
Pushing herself to go even faster, she continued until her neck started complaining from the effort. Then she did it some more. After all, she wasn’t going to let such an insignificant thing as exhaustion get in the way of having the time of her life. She only mellowed and changed gears when she wanted to keep Allon on his toes, shifting between having him inside her mouth and running her tongue up and down his length.
“Now you’re really killing me, Chelle,” he said, his words fraught with tension.
His cock throbbed almost too violently against her tongue, and she immediately knew he was seconds away from crossing the point of no return. Instead of slowing down and give him enough time to recover, she did the exact opposite and started going even harder than before, her lips and tongue working overtime. She was more than ready to have him explode inside her mouth.
Moving faster than Chelle could’ve anticipated, Allon pushed her back and managed to escape from the hold she had on him. Digging his heels onto the ground, he pushed himself away from her until a few feet separated them. He was breathing hard, his eyes wide with chaotic lust and his cock as hard as Chelle had ever seen it.
“There’s no fucking way we’re ending this now,” he finally managed to say, that fire in his eyes making it impossible for her to look away. Sitting up, he went toward her and grabbed both her wrists. “We’re just getting started, Chelle.”
“That’s funny. I thought you were pretty much done.”
“Yeah? You thought wrong.”
Pushing her back down onto the ground, he climbed on top of her, lowering himself until her breasts mashed against his chest. She responded by craning her neck and biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t even register the sting. He crushed his mouth against hers, their tongues immediately losing themselves to a dance that quickly turned into a wrestling match.
Rocking his hips, he made it so that his hard member was pressed against her inner thigh, just an inch away from her aching pussy. Reacting on pure instinct, she immediately laced her legs around his waist, trapping him in place. He shifted his weight, looking for the right angle, but she decided she wasn’t quite ready to hand him the reins.
Still with her legs tight around his waist, she rolled her hips to the left and forced him to fall onto the ground, her body following his. Now straddling him, she leaned in until her forehead rested against his, her long hair caressing his naked chest.
“I’m in control here,” she whispered and then offered him a teasing smile.
“Fuck that,” he growled, placing both of his hands on her ass.
Taking charge, he pulled her whole body down, ensuring that the tip of his hard length was pressed against her inner lips. This time he didn’t bother teasing. He just waited for the perfect angle and, once he found it, he went straight for the kill.
One thrust and he was in.
This time she didn’t moan. She screamed.
His thickness pushed her inner walls back as he thrust, her nerve endings coming alive all at once, and she felt as if they were on the verge of something truly different. It had been fun to explore their bodies while they were supposed to be working together on the case, but this time wasn’t just about fun. There was an entirely new dimension to their relationship, one that went beyond the physical, and she loved it.
Leaning forward, she placed her hands on him and dug her fingertips into his pecs hard enough to draw blood. His expression didn’t even change. He just kept on thrusting, his hands firmly planted on her backside. The slick sound of flesh on flesh was all she could hear, the real world becoming nothing but an unimportant detail. In that moment, the only thing she cared about was Allon and the way he was looking at her.
In his eyes, she saw lust and desire and something more.
She saw love.
“You really are one of a kind, Chelle,” he whispered, and that was enough for her to unleash hell. Swaying her hips as wildly as she could, she rode him so hard that it didn’t take long before beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
“Glad you’ve finally accepted it,” she told him, struggling to get the words out. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Throwing her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, she allowed herself be fueled by a storm of lust, one powerful enough to make her ignore the exhaustion that had started taking over her muscles. She pushed herself to the absolute limit, the pressure building up inside her with each passing second, and then…
“You have no idea how much I want you,” Allon said and, before she could do anything about it, he pushed her off of him. This time, though, he didn’t allow any distance between them. He followed after her right away, his calloused hands dictating what was going to happen next. Placing his hands on her hips, he turned her around and forced her to go on all fours. She did it willingly, her insides clenching as she realized what was going to happen next.
It only took him half a second before he was back inside of her, his hands planted on her waist. She closed her eyes as he held her in place, and then he started thrusting as if he only had a few more minutes to live. His thighs slapped her ass cheeks over and over again, the sound of their bodies crashing against each other filling the clearing around them. For one perfect second, Chelle actually thought she had died and gone into the afterlife.
“I think I—”
“Don’t think,” he said, cutting her short, and then he just thrust with all of his might. That was enough to push her past the point of no return. In fact, she flew past that line and straight into oblivion.
She let out a scream, one powerful enough to rival her dragon’s roar, and her inner walls tightened around Allon’s hardness like a vise. The pressure inside her turned into an explosion violent enough to scorch every single rational thought that she had, and that’s when she heard Allon groan. Looking back at him, she grinned as she watched his pained expression of pure ecstasy, his cock throbbing inside her as every cell in his body surrendered to her.
They came at the same time, riding that perfect wave of pleasure until they no longer felt like Allon and Chelle. In that moment, they were one and the same, and everything was right with the world.
With her mind still spinning, Chelle sucked in a deep breath and collapsed on the ground, the soft grass caressing her naked body. She rolled to the side as Allon followed after her and then draped one arm over him while resting her head on his chest. They said nothing for a while, doing their best to catch their breaths as a few clouds wandered overhead. Then, exchanging a knowing glance, they smiled.
Gently, she p
eppered his face with kisses, and he returned the favor by folding his arms protectively around her. They stayed that way for a long time, just watching languidly as the sun set spectacularly over Los Angeles in the valley below and the ocean beyond. Chelle could tell Allon was pleased to finally get the cuddling he had been craving, and she was more than happy to give it to him.
He stroked her silky hair as she rested her cheek on his strong chest.
“So this is good,” Allon said suddenly.
Chelle giggled and nodded. “Yes. This is really good.”
“I don’t want…it to stop.”
“Me neither. I think we should keep doing this.”
“But how? We live on opposite coasts. I could never ask you to quit your job, and I know you would never ask me to leave mine. How the hell can we make this work?”
Chelle turned to peer up into his face, softness warming her eyes.
“We’re dragons, Allon. Remember that. We can just…fly to each other.”
“Fly? Really?” he chuckled good-naturedly.
“Well, it’s not like working together would be the best idea, considering how distracted we get around each other,” she laughed. “But we could, you know, meet up in the middle. What about Colorado?”
“The Rockies are really beautiful.”
“What better place to come together?” Chelle said, propping herself on one elbow to watch his expression. “Think about it, Allon. We make good money, both of us. We work hard for that. Why not build ourselves a little love nest in the mountains? A place for both of us to rest our heads and spend time together doing…well, this.”
“I have to admit, that sounds amazing,” Allon agreed.
“And who knows? If business pans out—and I think we both know it will—maybe someday we can start up our own little agency.”