There’s Something About Dragons (How I Met My Monster)

Chapter 13

Cari

I ’m so hot. Despite the ice wrapped around my ankle, my face is flaming, my palms are sweating, and my pussy is melting. Nothing like sticking your foot in your mouth while simultaneously using that foot to knead your date’s dick like a kittycat.

Zed’s huge hands circle my ankles. I expect him to lift my trespassing feet off his lap, but he does the opposite, gently pressing them down so the huge bar of his erection is notched into my arches. “Feel that? You’re killing me, Cari. I’m out of my mind.”

“Me too,” I admit, unable to stop myself from exploring his hardness with my toes. It’s the dick I’ve been dreaming of. I can feel the ridges through his khakis, and all I can think about is how they’re going to feel inside me. “Since I ran into you yesterday, I’m like…burning up. Like fifteen years of wanting you has hit me all at once.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, voice gravelly. “Something unlocked. It feels…”

“Nice,” I finish.

“Understatement of the decade,” he murmurs, stroking the tops of my feet.

Why is that simple gesture so meaningful? I’m melting under his fingers. Literally turning into liquid. My panties are soaked, and he’s touching my feet . “Why does this feel so good ?”

He chuckles, his cock swelling even more under my soles. “For you, too, huh? Do you remember the time during senior year that Radar tangled you up in the leash and I had to take off your sneakers?”

“Yes, oh my gosh.” I giggle at the memory. “I was so worried my feet smelled.”

“They smelled amazing. I wanted to lick between your toes.” His confession ends in a growl, and he clears his throat, sounding embarrassed. “I think I imprinted on your feet or something, because I’m a little obsessed with them. They’re so pretty. So tiny.”

I laugh. “I wear size nine. Sometimes ten!”

He snorts. “I wear size twenty-three.”

Point taken. Everything about him is big. His body. His personality. The way he makes me feel. My heart lurches. So stupid to think that I’ll be fine once he goes back to Apple Grove. I’m going to be a disaster. But I’ll be a disaster whether we sleep together or not, so I’m not going to cheat myself out of this, damn it!

“Still want to lick them?” I ask, wiggling my feet in his lap.

In answer, he lifts the ankle still wrapped in the icepack and curves his body to slide his long tongue between my toes. It’s the most delicious tickle that reaches all the way into my belly, like he’s found a direct line to my clit. Plus, his position thrusts his cock up against my other foot.

I rub against it while he circles my toes, both of us already panting. Then he pulls my big toe into his mouth and sucks on it, his tongue still working to find all my exquisitely sensitive nerves. Oh my god , it feels good. Ticklish, but good.

I collapse backwards, pulling a pillow over my face, but he tugs it away.

“Let me see you. Please.”

How can I say no to that? He’s so earnest. So eager. So...hot.

I lean back and watch him, his golden eyes glinting every time they flick to my face. In between playful nips, his tongue circles each toe, paying them more attention than most of my previous partners paid my whole body…and the rest of my body is very aware.

My pussy clenches, begging for his touch, and I subtly squeeze my thighs together to tide it over, inadvertently pressing harder on his cock with my free foot.

“Is this one getting jealous?” he murmurs, carefully putting down my injured ankle and switching to my left foot. He takes my big toe into his mouth and sucks, harder this time, sending a bolt of pleasure right to my core.

I moan, dropping my head back and closing my eyes. I’ve never had my feet played with like this before. Now I know how much I was missing out! I doubt anyone could do it as well as Zed, though.

When he finishes spoiling my toes, he licks his way up my instep. He runs his tongue along the sensitive skin there, making me quiver and giggle.

“Too ticklish?” he asks.

“Just-right ticklish.”

He laughs, the sound coming from deep in his chest. It rumbles through his body and mine at our points of contact, turning me on even more.

“I think it’s been long enough.” He removes the ice pack from my right foot and sets it aside. Then he takes my entire foot into his mouth! He grins around it when I squeak in surprise, his teeth scraping lightly over my ankle. The furnace of his mouth in contrast with my still-chilled skin sends waves of pleasure up my leg, making me squirm.

He’s thorough, massaging every inch of my foot with his tongue before giving my other foot the same treatment.

I know this is just a fling while he’s in town, but the way he looks at me, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, makes me feel special. Like I’m not just a girl he knew in high school.

“Zed, I want more.” He doesn’t have to know the double meaning: That I want more of his touch, more of his tongue, but also more of him. More of his heart. It’s enough that he immediately shifts so he’s positioned between my legs, facing me. Before he even touches me, my pussy’s getting wetter by the second, and I can feel my clit swelling.

He takes his time, licking and nibbling around my ankles until I’m begging him to move higher. And when he finally does, I feel like I might come just from his breath on my skin.

He kisses the top of my foot, then runs his tongue along the side. And then he reaches the spot where my ankle meets my calf. He licks it, long and slow like it’s soft-serve ice cream, and I moan so loud I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear.

His tail swipes around my uninjured ankle, holding my leg in place as he starts to kiss his way up my calf. He’s taking his sweet time, and I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

“Hurry up,” I whine.

Zed lifts his head, chuckling. “I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

“I’ve been waiting fifteen years. Isn’t that long enough?”

He laughs and pauses, teasing the back of my knee. It’s especially sensitive, making goosebumps raise all over my skin. He notices, skimming his claws over them, and that’s when he really goes for it.

He licks up the inside of my leg, making my skirt puff with every hot breath. He wedges his snout between my thighs and oh-so-delicately nips the edge of my panty elastic, pulling it aside.

And then, oh my fucking god, he slides his strong, slick tongue between my folds. It feels like a wet, warm flame dancing over my sensitive flesh, setting me on fire.

“You like that?” he rumbles without lifting his head, the vibration of his deep voice buzzing through my core, making it clench.

I make a garbled noise of agreement. I can’t even form words.

His claws make short work of the few strings holding my panties together. “You taste incredible.”

“So do you,” I slur, sounding drunk. “That’s not right. Feels incredible. No, wait. You prob’ly taste incredi— oh .” He frictions his tongue against the side of my clit, and I break off. I feel him smile against my pussy. His tail wraps around my good ankle, and then he dives back in.

His tongue is everywhere, licking and flicking, swirling around my clit like he’s trying to taste my soul. But I think my soul has left my body…it’s in heaven right now.

I arch off the bed, body bowing under his focused attention. It’s so good. So perfect. So intense. Everything I dreamed about. Fifteen years of wanting draws my muscles tight with anticipation.

I’m so close. So close. I bite my lip, willing my body to let go, let me slide into the abyss of pleasure that I know is coming.

But even though what Zed’s doing to me is elite, and every teasing glide carrying me to a point that approaches ecstasy, I can’t quite get there. My brain keeps reminding me that I don’t want this to end. Once he leaves this bedroom, this house, he’s going to walk outside into someone else’s destiny.

Why can’t I get out of my head?!

My enjoyment ticks down as my clit gets overstimulated and starts to lose sensation. A little growl of frustration slides out of me, and Zed pauses, lifting his head to check on me.

“Everything okay?”

I avoid his eyes, fixing them on the framed botanical print on the wall behind him. “I’m sorry it’s taking so long. Your neck is probably getting tired.”

“Cari, what are you talking about?”

“Maybe we should just skip ahead and do it? Come up here.” I tug on his shoulders. Maybe I can fill up the hole that just opened inside me with some dragon dick. But I don’t think even two of Zed’s huge dicks could fill the hollow space that’s suddenly appeared.

Damn it, is that a tear leaking out?

I swipe it away, closing my fist around the evidence. But he sees it anyway. Grabs my fist and peels it open, licking away the drop of moisture in my palm.

He tilts his head to the side. “Hm. Sadness. Not my favorite flavor.”

I sniffle and give a soggy laugh. When I don’t say anything else after a few seconds, he pokes me gently in the thigh.

“You’re supposed to ask me what my favorite flavor is.”

“What’s your favorite flavor?” I whisper, already knowing what he’s going to say.

“This pretty pussy.” As if to prove it, he dips his head to sample between my thighs again. The short break has allowed my clit to recover full sensation, and this tongue feels just as good as the first time.

“Ohhh,” I gasp, my head falling back into the pillows.

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “I’d do this all day if you’d let me. All night, too.”

I hiccup a hysterical giggle, picturing it. “That’d be harder than holding hands.”

At that reminder, he reaches up with one hand and grabs mine, squeezing softly. My muscles relax at the reassurance, and a warm rush of pleasure floods through me. Our joined hands pull me out of our guaranteed future-disaster and back into the right-now perfection.

We stay that way, fingers tangled, as Zed sets a rhythm of stroke and swirl that has me shaking and whimpering, begging him for more, right there. Now . And when he bites off his claw and slides a finger inside, I come so hard I see stars.

But he’s not done. He keeps going, pushing me on, his tongue and finger working in tandem. My pleasure barely dips, my clit screaming for more.

“Again,” he orders, his voice low and gruff.

So I do.

I come again, one hand hanging onto his and the other gripping his horn for dear life as a second orgasm in a row rattles my teeth.