Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
brIANNA
D eclan pushes me off his lap as quickly as he dragged me onto it not too long ago. My cheeks heat and embarrassment, shame, and frustration all surge to the surface like it’s a race.
He tugs his shirt off over his head like it’s offended him and tosses it over mine.
My cheeks heat more with arousal as the initial shock of being dumped from his lap washes away. I settle on the concrete bed and watch him.
He pops open his cargo pants and drags his them down his legs like he’s having a race of his own. When he’s standing erect, so is his huge cock.
Even though my upbringing would demand I look away and have some class, there’s no way I’m not staring at every inch of exposed skin. His muscles twitch as he holds himself still for me to eagerly soak him in.
And when I say he’s huge, it’s not at all in a boosting-his-ego-it’s-not-really-that-big sort of way. He’s got to be at least nine inches long, and thick.
I may not have a lot of experience seeing dicks in person, but I’d definitely bet I’m a lucky girl.
Hell, it might even put a stop to the whole friend-or-enemy argument between shifters and humans.
And at least for tonight, he’s all mine.
Licking my lips, I lean forward. “Damn, Declan.”
He wraps his hand around his shaft, sliding it up and down the length once, twice before he moves closer. “I wish we had somewhere better to do this.”
I shake my head, so turned on right now that he could probably take me on a bed of broken glass and Legos, and I still wouldn’t protest about any sort of discomfort. “I’m sure we can make it work.”
He climbs onto the makeshift bed again and lays down, propping his head up on one arm like it’s a pillow before he gestures at his waist.
Not needing any more prompting, I move to straddle him, not quite ready to try to figure out how to take his beast of a cock inside me, but more than happy to be close to him. To touch. To play. To explore.
I might even be tempted to try to take him into my mouth, if it weren’t for the fact that he might just be too thick to fit.
Leaning down, I slide my breasts against his firm, hot chest, enjoying the way his hard muscles and coarse chest hair scrape against my nipples. My lips part in a silent moan before I lean in and kiss him hard, bruising my mouth on his perfect lips, trying to leave a mark on him too.
His beard is still wet, and as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his free hand moves to my ass, grabbing a hearty handful of flesh before he grinds up against me.
Good God. If I thought feeling him with our pants between us had been hot, this is about a trillion times better. I rock my hips against his, sliding all the way up his length, from balls to tip. I’m so wet, I could probably come from just grinding on his cock.
Declan has other plans though, as his hand slides from my ass and he reaches between us, holding his dick straight up.
My breath catches in my throat, looking down at the thick mushroom shaped tip. How in the hell am I going to get that inside me? Even if I can stretch around him, is there any chance at all of getting every inch inside?
Declan must see the concern on my face, must be able to sense my hesitation, because he whispers, “Brianna?” It’s a gruff, gravelly sound, like his voice is straining as much as his cock is.
I swallow hard as I meet his eyes, looking away from his dick to focus on his face. “I’ve never done this. And you…you’re huge.”
He sits up until I’m straddling his lap again, his cock trapped between us, and his arms wrap around me to hold me close. “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this.”
I kiss him, melting into his embrace. “I want to. I really do. I just need to get out of my head about it.” I cup his cheek, rocking my hips again against his length. “I’m not afraid. Just a little…nervous.”
Declan smirks. “Do you want me to be in control this time? Take the pressure off you to have to do it?”
Damn him, but that sounds perfect. I doubt I could be a submissive partner, giving in to everything and anything demanded of me, but right now, not being in control, not having to figure out how to do it myself, seems like the exact thing I need.
Giving him a small nod, I whisper, “Please.”
Declan’s mouth claims mine again, so quick, so insistent, that I almost forget to breathe.
I could get lost in his kiss, get lost in his taste, and somehow, it feels like his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, short-circuits the part of my brain that spends too much time overthinking.
All I can do is feel. Want. Ache. Need. Heat. Sweat.
When his hands grip my ass and lift me up, I willingly comply, letting him man-handle me while his hungry kiss keeps me completely focused on his lips. On the rough way his tongue slicks over mine, the way his teeth scrape and nip at my lips.
That is, until his tip presses against my opening.
I gasp, my fingernails tightening into his shoulders.
“Relax, Brianna. I won’t hurt you.” His tone is commanding and stern, but there’s a note of tenderness and reassurance too.
I let go of my death grip, focusing instead on the way his eyes seem to burn with need for me. The way his touch seems to make my body want to melt, want to accept anything and everything he has for me.
As I sink down, inch by inch, he presses more and more kisses to my skin. Along my jaw. Down my neck. Over my collarbones. When his lips wrap around my nipple again, I arch into his kiss, moaning as I take him even deeper.
So full.
I’m stretched wide, but there’s none of the expected pain I assumed would be here. No fear. As I get used to him deep inside of me, the ache grows again, and I want more.
I used to think the idea of finding the “perfect” cock was a romance novel fantasy, but right now, all I can think is that Declan really does feel perfect. In every way I could imagine.
When I’m finally seated on his thighs again, he flashes me a cocky, self-assured grin as his hands massage my ass. “Good girl.”
My breath catches, his words feeling like a live wire sending a jolt of electricity through my skin.
Too often in my life, men have assumed I would be submissive. Too often they demanded it without giving me any reason to comply. But with Declan, it’s different. With him, not only do I want to give in, I crave his praise.
He doesn’t move, not yet. We just sit here, like he’s trying to get used to me as much as I’m trying to get used to the feel of him.
I’m not sure I even care if this is all we do tonight. Just having him inside me, feeling his hands touch me, his lips cover me in kisses, is enough.
This is so much more than I could’ve ever expected from a partner. Especially with anyone my father would pair me with.
When he finally thrusts up, I cry out, surprised at the intensity of it. The way my body contracts, the way I feel my thighs tighten around his hips, I expect pain.
But oh-my-god, does it feel amazing.
His hands guide me, up and down, slow but insistent, as if he’s silently teaching me how to pleasure him.
Or how to pleasure myself, using his cock as the most amazing tool.
If this feels half as good for him as it does for me, I have no doubt we’re not going to last long in this.
“Brianna.” Declan’s voice makes my eyes fly open and refocus on his face.
I hadn’t even realized they were closed.
“Look at me. Don’t hide those beautiful eyes while I make you come.” One of his hands swats at my ass playfully, but enough to make my pussy clench around him.
“How are you real?” I cup his cheek, rocking my hips in the same motion as he was guiding me in just moments ago, but faster now, like my body is winding up to something, like I need more with each thrust.
Declan shakes his head. “You’re the dream, Brianna.” He kisses me again, his tongue demanding as it presses into my mouth, and I feel so full, so deeply entwined with him, that I’m not sure how we’ll ever separate again. I’m completely consumed, completely his, and as we continue to rock together, thrust against each other, the ache grows low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter.
When I come, I come hard.
So hard, I’m half-certain I black out for a second.
Declan’s right there with me, and for the first time since we started, I realize that there’s nothing between us.
Nothing to stop him from spilling deep inside me, hot and wet.
And right now, I can’t even begin to bring myself to care. I want it.
I’m his, completely, and as we swallow each other’s cries, each other’s grunts and moans, I know there’s no way I’m ever going to be able to let go of him.
My body shakes as I come down from my climax. Our bodies are streaked with sweat, my hair clinging to my neck and even a strand stuck to my cheek. I’m panting, still feeling my climax rolling through me again and again like it doesn’t want to give up yet.
Declan’s still hard, still inside me. He makes no move to disengage. He holds me close, and we cuddle as we enjoy our afterglow.
After a while, he kisses the top of my head. “I haven’t done anything like this before either.” It’s a whispered admission, something private and secret between us, and it makes me lift my head to meet his eyes again.
“You’re kidding, right?” I blink at him, realizing what he just said. Realizing the intensity behind it. “Why?”
“Why?” He chuckles, his hands dancing playfully along my spine again.
“Uh, yeah. You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all.” He kisses me again, softer this time, less needy. “I’m glad you’re my first. I’m glad I waited for you.”
“Same.” I rest my head against his shoulder again before asking tentatively, “We didn’t use protection. Should I be worried?”
“Worried? About what?”
“Pregnancy? I mean, I guess I don’t have to worry at all about STDs, if we were both…” I can hardly bring myself to call him a virgin. It’s such a juvenile description of something so primal. “Can dragons even get humans pregnant?”
Gently, he moves us so that he’s laying down, on his back again, and I’m covering him like a blanket.
Only after he seems content that we’re both as comfortable as we can be in this cell, he says, “Shifters aren’t like humans, in that we can mate with just anyone. There’s old magic, something instinctive and ancient, that guides us to find our perfect mate. Unless we’re with our mate, unless the mating bond is in place, we can’t reproduce. We don’t get sick, at least not in the same way humans do, and we don’t have to worry about anything like that.” He kisses both my cheeks and gives me an easy smile. “We don’t have to worry about contraceptives.”