Dragon's Melody (13 page)

Chapter Twenty-One

S
he hadn’t meant to sound so needy, but goddammit she was going to go insane if she didn’t find some relief soon. Garen’s last touch had nearly sent her over the edge, but true to his word, he’d stopped just shy of making her come. The moments since had seemed like an eternity, the delicate fabric of her gown like an erotic cocoon against her sensitive skin, every slide of it over her body arousing her even more.

The uncertainty of how she would feel in Skye’s presence again had only caused her need to subside for a moment. Then he was there, the intensity of his proximity overwhelming her even more than it had the day before.

He didn’t touch her at first, and her body seemed to scream in protest at the distance he kept. Another true gentleman like Garen? At least he didn’t object this time when she began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, but the soft warmth of his breath against her neck and the press of his erection into her belly were even more maddeningly arousing than her confining gown.

The words flew out before she could censor herself. After the mundane exchange of greetings, how had her mind managed to get to “I need you to fuck me”? She’d managed to restrain herself from begging with Garen so far. With Skye, her only real plan was to do what Garen had suggested—get him undressed and then play it by ear whether she was still comfortable enough to do more than what they’d done the day before. That part was her choice, at least, as far as her contract was concerned. Her biggest concern had been whether her aching desire for Garen to follow through would inhibit her following through with Skye when she needed to. Apparently she didn’t need to worry about that.

Comfort was the last thing on her mind at the moment, however. Her nerve endings all sparked at once when the words came out and Skye’s grip on her hips tightened again, so firmly this time that he lifted her off the floor far enough for her shoes to slip off her feet.

“Oh God,” she gasped when he lifted her even higher, slipping his hands around to her ass and tightening his hold on her. He stole the words from her lips with his kiss. His rigid length pressed right at her core, just barely above the apex of her cleft and her throbbing clit. He turned them both around and started walking, somehow finding his way in spite of the fact that his mouth was on hers, his tongue urgently exploring between her lips.

She fumbled at his shirt again, searching for buttons and finding them, tugging frantically to get at his skin. He tilted slightly and she realized he’d only carried her as far as the sofa and was trying to set her down. She bent her knees and sank down onto the soft cushions, then reached up to push his jacket off his shoulders before she resumed unbuttoning his shirt.

Skye’s hands gripped hers, forcing her to stop. “You first, love.”

“Huh uh,” she said with a shake of her head. “I’m not letting you put this off another second.” It was a ridiculous thing to want, really. As much as she needed to have his hands on her, she didn’t want any barriers between them before he touched her.

He didn’t exactly sit back and let her strip him, though. He chuckled against her neck and nodded, releasing her hands and sliding his up her sides. “What happened to needing me to fuck you
now
, huh?”

“Now is relative. You can’t very well fuck me with your pants on, can you?” To illustrate her point she released the last button of his shirt and slid her hands down, using both to grip him through his trousers. She let one hand explore his solid, thick length while the other pressed lower finding the outline of his balls and squeezing gently.

He murmured an objection, his hands sliding back down to cup her ass and haul her closer. She let go of his cock and braced her hands against his bare chest.

“Hey!”

“I’m pretty sure if I tried hard enough I could fuck you from across the room at this stage,” he said. “But I’d much rather do it from up close. Hurry up.” He shoved lightly at the sides of her gown, rucking it up with his fingers bit by bit until his hands grazed up her bare thighs underneath, fingertips teasing at the edge of her panties.

His touch tickled along her skin, a reminder of the deliberate teasing she’d had to endure from Garen all day that she knew would have no payoff. Now that Skye was finally here, she could abandon her restraint.

“Oh, yes! Please touch me. Please.” She tugged frantically at his buttons and his zipper, in a daze of pure need, wishing now that she hadn’t objected to him getting her naked first, or to even trying so hard to undress him. She only needed one part of him at the moment, and she needed it desperately.

With a rough tug at his waistband, she managed to free him, his glorious, thick length twitching against her hand. She let out a low moan of appreciation as she gripped him in her fist and surged forward, not quite sure of anything anymore except that she needed him inside her.

He rocked back slightly but caught her weight against his chest and wrapped one strong arm around her waist to hold her.

“I guess this is what
now
means, is it? You trying to fuck me with your panties still on?” His fingers slid between her legs and she shivered, pressing her hips down to meet his touch. Her skin burned, her need so hot she feared she might go supernova any second if he didn’t do something about it.

“Jesus, I don’t care. Just get inside me, will you?” She squeezed his cock and struggled in his grip, trying to lower herself. She didn’t care that there was still a barrier in the way, she just needed the contact, and she’d figure out the rest after that.

He growled, the sound a strange, resonant vibration that originated somewhere in his chest but seemed to surround her. His fingers clutched at the crotch of her panties and tore at them. She felt the fabric give slightly, the sensation accompanied by a ripping noise. His fingertips slid between her folds for only a second before disappearing to guide her movements. Shifting his hips beneath her, he tilted up and let his grip on her hips loosen. She slipped down, aiming his hot tip at the rip in her panties and her aching, wet opening beyond.

“Ohh
fuck
,” he groaned into her ear when she slammed down onto him, letting out a sharp cry. Both his arms wrapped around her and he buried his face in her neck.

She paused only for a second, her head throbbing from the sudden almost painful stretch of his full, thick length inside her. She would probably come with just another stroke but for some strange reason she hesitated. He tilted his head back to look at her, his vivid blue eyes pleading. He seemed so beautiful for a split second before his face contorted, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. She reached up and clutched at his hair, pulling at it and yanking his head back. Everything rushed back in an instant. His mouth … that beautiful mouth that had so thoroughly blown her mind the day before … her eyes fixated on it and she bent her head, her lips finding his and grasping hungrily while she raised her hips up and sank down again.

“Not … enough …” he rumbled when she pulled back from the kiss. Abruptly the world tilted and he was above her, his shirt flapping open on either side of his chest. He pushed her knees to her chest and smiled down, bracketing her head between both arms as he braced himself on his hands. “Now,” he said, his smile widening. “Now I
will
fuck you.”

He thrust into her with bruising swiftness, not even slowing down between strokes. He lifted one hand and gripped the bodice of her gown, ripping at it violently. Her breasts bounced free of the destroyed lace and he bent to capture one erect tip between his lips.

She clutched at his head, crying out in ecstatic pleasure as his cock pounded into her. Her climax gripped her suddenly and unexpectedly and Skye groaned when her walls clamped down around him, but he didn’t slow his pace. He raised his head and stared down at her, his gaze fevered and shining with a bright inner glow.

“Sweet Mother, you are so perfect.” The words tumbled out, punctuated by a sharp cry, then his face slackened and he arched his back as his cock impaled her again and again. A slow wash of heat burned through her from her pelvis outward and his cock pulsed inside her, the rhythm of his climax mimicking his groaning, panting breaths.

He remained poised above her, his head hanging low for a moment while he caught his breath.

Melody closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the buzz of euphoria that filled her. This could be heaven as far as she knew. Nothing in her life had ever felt quite so good. The fact that this was now her job crept back into her mind, threatening to tarnish the moment, but she shoved it aside. He’d just told her she was perfect, and hell if she hadn’t been thinking precisely the same thing about him.

He started to pull out of her and she wrapped her limbs around him possessively.

“Not yet, please?”

He raised an eyebrow and nodded, sinking his hips back against hers and resting his elbows on either side of her. He dipped his head hesitantly toward her, as if to kiss her but uncertain whether she wanted him to. She smiled and pulled him down, giving him a sweet, slow kiss before releasing him again.

He frowned down at her. “Was that not enough to satisfy you? It happened more quickly than I meant it to, but you seemed to need hard and fast, and I … you …” He gave up and smiled sheepishly, the expression at odds with his earlier confidence.

She almost objected profusely, but after a moment’s thought shook her head. “For now, it’ll do,” she said, deciding to reserve her praise for the morning.

He lowered himself further until their torsos were in full contact, but the muscles in his back still bunched under her hands from the effort of holding himself up.

“You can move, if you want,” she said. “I just really love the way you feel in me.”

He pressed his lips against her neck and shifted his head back to look at her. “I’m perfectly comfortable. I just don’t want to crush you.”

“Thank you,” she said, expecting he’d have to grow weary of holding himself up at some point, but he simply bent his head and nuzzled at her neck again.

“You smell so sweet. Did you choose the scent or did Garen?”

The mention of Garen gave her the oddest little twist in her belly. She shook her head. “It wasn’t me. He did everything.”
Wrapped me up like a gift for you to open,
she thought. And now that she was Skye’s it made her a little sad. She closed her eyes trying to force herself back into the moment.

“What is it?” Skye asked. He shifted his weight slightly to brush a knuckle down her cheek. When Melody opened her eyes, he was staring down at her, his brow creased with concern.

She contemplated telling him precisely what bothered her but only smiled and twitched her shoulder. “It’s just all very new and hard to believe. You’ve made me feel so wonderful I’m afraid nothing will ever feel this good again.”

Skye moved his hips in a slow twist against her, and she gasped at the realization that his cock had grown fully hard again.

“We have days and days ahead of us for me to make you feel even better. Shall I prove it to you?”

Her pussy responded of its own accord, muscles tightening around him and every nerve inside singing with the pleasure of the slow strokes he gave her. Her breathing quickened, turning into steady moans that he muffled when he lowered his head and took her mouth with his.

“Is this good, sweet Melody?” he murmured against her. “Can I convince your body to reach its peak again tonight, do you think?” He raised up higher, straightening his arms. The shift caused his slowly thrusting hips to press his cock at a very nice angle.

Melody arched her back, pressing her head into the cushions. “Yes,” she said, sweeping her hands down his sides and clutching hard at his ass, simply holding on while he fucked her with deliberate, slow strokes. This was absolutely making up for the day-long frustration of having another man teasing her to madness. And God, had it been worth the torture. She never wanted him to stop.

Skye took his time until his movements and his touch started reminding her of Garen’s methodical teasing. The only difference was Skye’s cock buried deep inside her, a promise that he was invested in the outcome. He bent his head to her breast, toying his tongue over her nipples and sucking at them one at a time until she arched into him again with a whimper.

He leaned back farther, bracing his knees on either side of her hips and raising her up just enough to keep her aligned with his cock. Melody watched through her haze of pleasure, mesmerized by his intent concentration on where they were joined. His hips continued to move with slow precision, as though testing each angle and her reaction to it. That was when she remembered he could see her aura—that it must be cluing him in to her pleasure. And he
wanted
her to come again. The mere idea that his purpose was the polar opposite of Garen’s sent her into a spiral of pleasure that only grew more acute when he pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit and teased it with tiny, delicate strokes.

The slight contact shoved her even quicker to the edge of oblivion for the second time and she reached out to him. She only clutched at air and threw her head back with a combination of frustration and intense pleasure. Suddenly he was above her again, hovering close and murmuring into her ear while his hand still worked at the flesh between her thighs in tandem with his cock.

“Let me have your sweet Nirvana again, Melody. Let me taste you. Let me drown myself in all that you are. Oh,
fuck
but I could die a happy man right now.”

She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, forcing him deeper even as his stroking fingers sent her over the edge. This time, he cried out at the same time and when her muscles clenched around him, his cock answered with its own spasms followed by the hot flood of his essence that somehow felt like it sank beyond her womb, continuing through her body and deep into her soul.

He slipped out of her a moment later and she didn’t object, letting her legs drop to the sofa. She curled into his side, ignoring the tangle of her gown around her hips and the pinch of his belt buckle under her leg when she draped it over his.