“Should I be saying sorry for being such an open book, mister secretive?” she teased, throwing her credit card down on the receipt.
Trevor sighed, knowing his defeat. I guess this is her way of paying me back… Maybe now would be a good time. “N-no, not at all. It’s just… I don’t meet too many girls like you. In person, I mean.”
“Is that so?” The waitress came by and took the tab’s tray while Brenda leaned forward.
“Yeah… It takes a bit to get more than a peep out of me in person, actually. I guess you’re kind of…special. In a way.” Trevor could feel his cheeks getting warmer with every word he spoke and he turned away from Brenda as if it’d make her disappear.
Brenda smirked, tracing a finger around her jawline. “What would you say if I wanted to get more than a ‘peep’ out of you?”
Trevor’s eyes widened as he slowly brought himself to look at Brenda again to ask, “What?”
“It’s…something I’ve been thinking about since you took me home, actually. You’re such a big, strong man. Hell, I’ve never even seen a guy as big as you!” Brenda said the last few words a little louder than the others, bringing some attention to our table. She didn’t seem to mind as she went on to say, “Come to think of it… You might’ve been a little bigger at first glance, but you know… It’s all the same to me now that I’ve got you to look at up close.”
“I…” Trevor was at a loss for words, but even if he had them he didn’t know if he could ever say them. One part of him knew exactly what he wanted to say, however. The way Brenda was looking at him was different from how she looked at him before, somehow. It wasn’t just admiration in her eyes anymore—there was a glimmer. A glimmer of hunger—lust. Or was that just the dragon playing tricks again?
“Say… Why don’t we head to your place? I want to get to know you some more.” Brenda leaned in closer from across the table, exposing the tops of what had to be B-cup breasts right in front of Trevor. He swallowed hard, barely able to keep from leaping across the table and ravaging Brenda right there as his manhood fought against the fibers of his pants and his dragon reawakened—wasting no time in outright howling.
“F-fine with me…”
***
The minutes seemed to fly by between Trevor and Brenda leaving the restaurant and Trevor walking Brenda back to his home. Along the way, he felt bad since he didn’t have a car, but Brenda reassured him countless times that she preferred to walk anyway. It was the reason she wore sneakers instead of heels. “Goes with my lack of convention, doesn’t it?” she asked him with a smirk.
Minutes gradually turned into an hour and the entire time Brenda had been idly pawing at him with her words. She would make allusions to things, but when Trevor was ready to ask her about them—she’d go quiet and talk about something else. When he walked through the door of his apartment, he didn’t know what to think. As he led her inside and motioned toward the couch, he didn’t know if she’d start another game with him or otherwise. He loved being around her, and did admit to himself that the games were fun, but his balls were starting to ache from the constant teasing. His dragon wasn’t hard to get going.
Trevor turned around a moment to gesture to the kitchen saying, “If you get thirsty, I’ve got some water in the fridge and…” He turned back around to see her standing right behind him, a smirk wedged in the corner of her lips. “Uh, what are you doing…?”
“There’s something different about you, Trevor,” Brenda said as she reached out and walked two fingers up Trevor’s chest. He stepped back a little, unsure of what to think, but didn’t manage to step out of Brenda’s reach. She went on to say, “I can’t quite place it, but… I will admit that I have an…attraction to you…” Brenda took a few seconds to stifle a chuckle, blinking. “I’m sorry for messing around earlier… I was playing with the idea while I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but now… Now I know…”
Brenda looked up at Trevor for a second, but her eyes slowly started to close as she leaned into Trevor’s face. He reeled back at first, his heart pounding in his chest and his bulge starting to rub against Brenda. What…? What do I do…? Do I really want her…?
Trevor glanced down at Brenda’s pursed lips and couldn’t believe he’d ever questioned it.
Fuck yes.
Trevor closed his eyes and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, which felt perfectly warm and soft. As the kiss deepened, his hands traveled down her sides and landed on her soft, but firm ass, cupping the cheeks and pulling her against him. His tongue begged for entry, prodding around her lips and she gradually accepted more of him, inviting his tongue inside to dance with hers as he ground his bulge against the outside of her dress. “Mmm! Mmm!” they cried together, sharing the hot breaths and gasps that seemed to tumble out of one mouth and into the other.
The dragon in Trevor roared with delight and he could hardly keep himself from throwing her on the couch and ripping away her dress as his nails slowly started to grow into claws. No, no… I’m going to need those, Trevor thought as he tried to force them to revert, firmly locking his dragon away. Physically, he was able to keep a hold of his bestial side, but the man in him wanted something more from Brenda and he knew that the dragon would come out if he didn’t indulge in it.
Without thinking about it, Trevor hoisted Brenda up, holding her by the ass as he backed into his room, their lips staying connected the entire time. He tugged on Brenda’s bottom lip softly as he sat her down on the bed. She started to quietly giggle, but pulled away from him, lying back on the bed and sprawling out. Trevor couldn’t keep his eyes from drifting downward and looking directly between Brenda’s legs that she slowly spread wider and wider.
“Holy shit,” he said in a gasp, immediately reaching down to unfasten his pants. He licked his lips, trying to paw at his length from the outside before he pulled his boxers and pants down, letting his erection jut out—free at last.
Brenda looked up at Trevor, finger in her mouth and a glint in her eyes. The pale light from outside shone on her from the side and added seemed to illuminate her dress—showing Trevor sparkles about it that he hadn’t seen before. It complemented her eyes and he couldn’t help but blush as he noticed that Brenda was looking directly at his hardness. “I… I couldn’t… It…”
“Hush,” she whispered as she sat up and reached a hand out. Trevor shuddered at her touch at first, but quickly eased into her soft hand, feeling himself throbbing in her grasp. “I knew you were big.”
Trevor’s eyes widened as he looked down and he was about to ask, “What did you just say?” but Brenda stole the words away from him, turning them into a muffled: “Ahhh!”
Brenda took Trevor’s hard-on into both hands, wrapping them around his shaft as she lapped up the tip and rounded the crown with her tongue. Trevor bit down on his lip, digging his nails into the side of his balled fists. Fuck… Why does that feel so damned good?
Slowly, Brenda inched Trevor’s cock into her mouth, suckling lightly as she glanced up at him. Trevor caught her glance just before he threw his head back, letting the pleasure take him as he closed his eyes. “Fuck,” he moaned, subtly thrusting his hips forward and trying to get more of himself into her mouth. “Ah-ah!” Trevor gasped as Brenda suckled harder and reached down to rub his balls roughly, letting them roll on her tiny palm.
“Hey babe?” she asked as she pulled his hardness away for a second.
“Y-yeah?” Trevor choked out, his thighs twitching.
“I… I want you tonight. Is that okay?”
Trevor grinned. “It’s more than okay, dear.” He nearly growled his words as he reached down to cup the side of Brenda’s face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek. “I need to get you ready. Do you really think you can take this?” he asked as he grasped his length to stroke it in front of her.
Brenda smirked and said, “I guess we’ll just have to see then, won’t we?”
“Mmm,” Trevor hummed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Brenda’
s, tasting his saltiness on her, but her sweet lips seemed to override anything he’d tried to taint. “Lie back, babe,” he said as he pulled away from her. It was hard to resist looking into Brenda’s eyes with anything but undying lust, but Trevor kept his head bowed and lick his lips as he watched Brenda sprawl out on the bed again.
Trevor dove headfirst between Brenda’s legs, snaring the side of her panties with one of his fangs and pulling it down. His dragon was clawing at him—pushing him to get in there, so he didn’t have time for teasing. Maybe when I’m not so pent up, Trevor thought as he clawed Brenda’s panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. “There’s a condom on the stand beside the bed,” Trevor said before he inhaled Brenda’s rich, feminine scent. Her smell filled his nostrils and clouded his senses. He didn’t even hear her take the condom out as his tongue darted out to taste her hot, needy flesh.
Brenda grasped the sheets with both hands and Trevor used his shoulders to part Brenda’s legs further. Get ready, babe… I’m feeling hungry. Trevor dragged his tongue up from the bottom of Brenda’s slit up to her slit slowly, making sure to shimmy it along her lips and twirl it around the tip of her clit. “Mmm,” he hummed as Brenda let out a faint moan. He felt a hand at the back of his head, running its nimble fingers through his hair and it gave him an idea.
Trevor brought two fingers up, slipped them into his mouth for a moment and suckled on them before putting them against Brenda’s entrance. To tease her at first, he softly traced them up and down the outside, daring to prod the tips inside of her entrance. He relished in the sweet, savory flavors dancing on his tongue, but the dragon in him demanded more. A low growl rustling in his throat, he took Brenda’s pulsing clit into his lips and started to suckle on it as the gush of warm fluids rushed past his fingers.
Slowly, he twisted his fingers inside of her and pumped in and out of her tight, dripping hole. Her juices coated every inch of his fingers and he could tell how she’d feel around his cock. It made his manhood jump and drip pre-cum onto the sheets, but he didn’t mind—he’d be inside of her soon enough.
Brenda writhed and squirmed, her thighs twitching with each flick across her clit he gave her with his tongue. “Fuck, Trevor!” Brenda cried as she grasped Trevor’s hair tightly. “F-fuck… That feels so… Ah-ah!” Brenda’s attempts at words turned into words of pleasure and Trevor growled, satisfied with her symphony of sounds.
“That’s it, baby… Sing to me…” he growled in a feral tone right against her clit, making it vibrate. He gave it a little kiss before pulling away from it, but kept his fingers inside of her, pushing them in further until his knuckle met her wetness. “You feel ready for me, babe?” he asked with a soft grin, licking his lips sensually.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, nodding. Trevor reached out to take the condom she’d held for him and noticed there was already a tear to open it. “Thought I’d help you out,” Brenda said as Trevor gave her a curious look.
“Thanks, babe,” Trevor said with a smirk, pulling the condom out and rolling it onto his stiff cock. In seconds, he was positioning his tip at her entrance and readying himself to go inside of her. He held his base with one hand as he started to push in, while he reached out to Brenda and took one of her breasts into his hand. Trevor grunted, closing his eyes as Brenda moaned. Her walls seemed to hold onto him and clamp down around him, pulling him in more and slowly inching his entirety into her.
“Hah…” Trevor huffed, leaning down to press his lips to Brenda’s before burying his head at the side of her neck. He lapped at her neck, softly scraping his teeth against it as he threw his hips back, starting to pull himself out before pushing himself back in. Brenda squirmed and moaned at every move Trevor made at first, but as he got into a rhythm, steadily going faster, her moans turned into pants and excited cries of pleasure.
“Oh yes!” Brenda moaned. “Harder, baby! Harder!”
Trevor bit down harder on her hot flesh, feeling his fangs starting to come out a little as he vigorously thrust into her again and again, making sure to get his full, thick and throbbing length inside of her with every inward thrust. “Fuck!” Trevor cried as he started to feel the flames at his core and his climax building. He knew he wouldn’t last long from Brenda’s teasing and her tight walls clenching his cock—milking it for all it was worth.
Before Trevor could say it, Brenda cried, “I-I… Trevor… Trevor, oh my God! I’m gonna…!” Brenda’s walls clamped down even tighter around Trevor’s hardness as a gush of warm juices ran down Trevor’s length.
Trevor threw his head back at the height of his pleasure, unable to hold back the feral howl coming from the depths of his throat. With a few spurts, he filled the condom, and the waves of pleasure completely overtook him, making him fall down on top of Brenda while he was still panting. “F-fu… F-fuck, Brenda…”
Brenda stroked Trevor’s side as he pulled out of her and she shuddered, gasping herself. Trevor felt calm. The calmest and warmest he’d ever felt, but his settled mind only made him think of one thing. Oh shit… I still haven’t told her… He was about to open his mouth, but Brenda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. As she nestled into his chest, falling asleep he sighed and said, “I’ll tell you in the morning.”
Chapter 5
Still coming out of his dream, Trevor rolled over onto what he expected to be Brenda’s slim frame, but was instead lying beside a pillow. “What the…?” he asked himself quietly, slowly opening his eyes and trying to peer out of the blurry vision. He squeezed the soft pillow in his arms and his eyes shot open. “What the fuck?!” he shouted louder than he’d intended.
“Okay… Calm down, calm down,” he told himself as he let the pillow go and sat up in his bed. He took a deep breath and listened for anything to indicate that he wasn’t alone in his apartment—that someone else was there with him.
He pulled himself out of bed and drudged into the kitchen, stretching his arms out. “Hello?” he asked. “Anyone there?” Trevor looked around and peered around every corner of the place. There wasn’t even a note on any countertop or table. He was completely alone and it was as if Brenda had never been there.
I didn’t even get the chance to tell her, Trevor thought as he sat down on the couch, pulling all of his limbs together to form a ball. God dammit! What the hell is wrong with me? He sat motionless atop the cushion. The mixture of anger and sadness was too much for him. Neither him nor the dragon knew which side to take or what emotion to let take over, so Trevor stayed in his thoughts.
Trevor stayed in the same space for what felt like a few minutes, but instead he was there for hours in reality. The phone rang a few times and in a somewhat zombified state, Trevor absentmindedly reached for his phone and checked the caller ID. Every time it was Brenda, but he couldn’t bear to face what he thought to be denial, so he tossed the phone away from him after ripping the battery out. “Ugh…” Trevor groaned. He didn’t feel like doing anything at that moment and couldn’t even motivate himself to open his laptop up to check for more work. In one night, he’d lost all of his energy and inhibition.
He remained locked in his mind until he heard several knocks on the door. “Who could that be…?” he asked himself even though he thought he knew the answer to it already. Begrudgingly, he got off the couch and lumbered over to his front door. He didn’t bother looking through the peek hole and opened the door to see a large, blond man dressed in a white t-shirt and white pain splotched jeans. All he could think to say when he saw him was, “Oh. Who are you?”
“Hello, I’m Brenda’s brother. Ted. She told me to come here and check on ya. Been trying to get a hold of ya all day, don’t ya know?” He crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame, seemingly chewing on something.
“Yeah. I don’t wanna talk to her. Bye, Ted,” Trevor replied coldly, going to close the door. For some reason, seeing Ted standing outside the door made something flare up in Trevor as if he hadn’t been stuck in the same slump for the last few hours.
Before the door closed, Ted stuck his foot between it and the frame and then wedged himself in. “Now hold on there, buddy,” he said as he pried it open. Trevor growled quietly. “I wasn’t done talking to…”
“Don’t care. Not really in the mood for chitchat.” Trevor started to close the door again, but Ted pushed back against it, sending Trevor reeling back because of the sudden burst of strength. He’s stronger than he looks. “You’re not getting the idea here,” Trevor growled as he pointed his finger at Ted. “I told you I didn’t wanna talk and if you’re not gonna get out of here, then I’ll have to make you.”
Ted stepped through the door and closed it behind him. “I’m not leaving until you listen what she has to say, all right?” He took another step forward and Trevor took a step back, both of his hands curling into fists and trembling at his sides. “I just need you to calm down and we’ll talk this out like men, all right?”
That’s funny. I’m not feeling like too much of a man right now. Trevor’s vision went blurry and before he could stop himself, he tackled Ted and pinned him to the wall. Their hands met and Trevor tried to push Ted to the ground while Ted tried to keep Trevor away. Trevor snarled at the blond, forcing him lower and lower until he collapsed beneath him. His next move was to pick him up, but Ted kicked Trevor’s legs from under him, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud.
Ted climbed on top of Trevor and tried to force his weight down onto him, but the shifter’s strength was too much for him and Ted rolled onto his side. Trevor shook his head, trying to see through the blurry vision of rage, but could only clearly tell when Ted was moving—rolling away from him. “There you are,” Trevor growled lowly as he swiped Ted with one of his claws.
“Ack!” Ted grunted as he pulled his arm away from Trevor and gave him a swipe of his own in the form of a punch across Trevor’s jaw. The hit hardly fazed Trevor in his fit of rage, but he could tell that the blow had an effect on Ted. “What the fuck?” he asked himself as he looked at Trevor in a way he couldn’t understand. Even through his distorted vision, he could tell something was off, but couldn’t quite come to his senses enough to stop.
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