Chapter Twenty-One
Vanessa
I only had time to suck in a sharp, surprised breath before Vil’s mouth was covering mine, burning my skin with his touch as he cupped my chin. His cock grew even stiffer against me, a reminder of his extreme arousal.
Without really knowing when I’d decided to break the boundary between us, I slid a hand down until I could caress it, rubbing my fingers along the length of his shaft, tracing the outline through his pants. Vil groaned and attacked my neck with his lips, turning my brain to mush.
He began to fiddle with my dress and had it halfway undone before my brain realized it was about to fall to my waist. Leaving me bare to his eyes in the light of the room.
Nervously, I pulled away, pressing one hand to my stomach just below my chest, keeping the dress in place. “Wait,” I said softly, thinking about how I would conceal myself from him.
Vil’s eyes, lit with a ferocity of desire that I’d never seen, roamed freely over me as he responded to my demand. “What is it?” he rumbled, his voice deep and thick with lust. “What’s wrong?”
“Umm.” I didn’t want to tell him what was wrong. I needed an out. An escape. Something to hide my insecurity. “Give me your shirt.”
His eyebrows lifted. “What?”
Spurred by a sudden burst of confidence that it would work, I started to undress him, pressing a finger to his lips to hush his confused questions as I untucked the shirt and undid the buttons one by one.
Thankfully, he hadn’t finished taking the dress off me yet, so I could work with both hands.
In no time at all, he was shirtless, and my mouth was exploring his chest, kissing it, licking it, and listening to him growl excitedly.
I turned around with his shirt in both hands, presenting my dress’s remaining buttons to him.
He made short work of it, and the dress fell to my waist. He bent down to pull it slowly over my ass, kissing as he went, which did funny things between my legs, where my clit was already pulsing with a need to be touched or licked.
While he did that, I pulled his shirt on and did up enough buttons to conceal my insecurities.
“What’s this?” he wanted to know as I turned back around, but I just shook my head and reached over to turn off the light. I was beyond needy for more of his touch, but I wasn’t ready to bare myself completely to him.
You have no pants on …
I ignored that part of my brain because Vil’s fingers slid up the inside of my leg and brushed my slit with the barest hint of contact, a brutal tease that elicited a whimper more than a moan from me.
He leaned in and kissed me, fondling my breasts through the shirt, respecting my desire to keep them covered even as he tweaked my nipples until they were rock-hard and sensitive.
I gasped repeatedly as he found my pussy, his fingers slick from my wetness as he spread my lips and toyed with my clit, sending tremors through my knees.
Meanwhile, I was struggling with his pants, trying to get them undone. I wanted to feel the bare skin of his cock as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. But Vil had other ideas.
Grabbing me by the hips, he tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.
Then he removed his pants and climbed up, all but straddling me.
For a moment, I thought he would push his way inside, filling me with his thick, hard cock.
But he surprised me yet again by kissing his way up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs instead, pausing only to tease me by licking and kissing the area all around my pussy, until I was begging him to get on with it, to give me what I really wanted. What I needed.
When his tongue finally darted across my clit, I thrashed in a mixture of surprise and unexpected ecstasy. The touch had been so quick and light, yet I’d nearly exploded from that alone.
He wasn’t done, however, and his tongue ran across my pussy from bottom to top, where he stopped to swirl it over and around my clit, licking slowly and gently, causing my hips to twitch as I struggled to process the sheer amount of pleasure he was inflicting on me.
I nearly had myself sorted out when he slipped one and then a second finger inside me, curling them up to rub against my G-spot. He found it without issue as if he knew all along exactly where to touch, to press. I moaned loudly as he continued to lick me.
“Fuckkk,” I groaned, my body arching on its own, not bothering to ask me for permission as I writhed from Vil’s touch, my orgasm coming on hot and fast.
He somehow sensed it, his tongue and fingers moving ever so slightly faster, keeping up with my jerking hips and wild desires.
A deep growl followed as I moaned yet again. The sheer manliness of the sound was almost hot enough to push me over the edge. I thrashed helplessly for several seconds, then my eyes screwed tight, and my back arched hard as every other muscle tightened down.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and I heard my cries bouncing off the walls, filling the room.
Pleasure erupted from between my legs, filling my body until it was near to bursting as it pulsed against me like waves over the shore, an assault that, for a moment, seemed like it would never end.
I writhed and spasmed wildly, but Vil’s arms kept my hips locked in place, never allowing me to break contact until I was thoroughly done.
He eventually sat back with a huge grin while I recovered.
Once I was, I pulled him up onto the bed, and with my knees near his head, I bent over and took his cock as far into my mouth as I could without warning.
Vil’s groan nearly hurt my ears. I grinned internally as he swelled even firmer between my lips while my tongue played against his head.
I slid my lips back up his shaft until I had just the tip in my mouth, gently sucking on it.
I repeated this several times while using one hand to fondle his sac. I felt accomplished as his groans intensified. Then I went deep again until I hit my limit. I was only two-thirds of the way down his magnificent cock, the thick shaft a challenge to fit between my lips, but not impossible.
Vil groaned as I held him there, making that faux-gagging noise that men love so much. I thought he would come right then and there, given how badly he was twitching, but instead, he surprised me by grabbing my legs and lifting them over his head.
My cry of surprise turned into full-on gagging on his cock as he buried his face between my legs once more, attacking my clit with renewed vigor. I twitched and, for a moment, had a hard time focusing.
There was something so stimulating and sexual about what we were doing that I somehow managed to continue sucking his thick, hard cock even as he licked my pussy, his hands spreading my ass open.
I was perhaps the most vulnerable I’d ever been.
It was my first time ever doing that, and Vil wasn’t holding back.
My neck worked furiously to go up and down on him while he stuck two fingers inside me.
I twitched as a third toyed with my asshole, teasing me with its touch, heightening my arousal.
I’d never had anyone do that to me either, but right then, at the moment, it was everything, and I almost begged him to do more.
But he only toyed with me. I didn’t care.
Another orgasm was coming on, and it would be a brutal one.
My entire body was on fire, ready to explode like a volcano the instant he pushed me over the edge.
I didn’t know how Vil could be so aware of just what I needed and when, but my body was his canvas.
Shoving his cock deep into my throat, I felt his balls tighten, and I knew what was coming next.
At the same moment, my eyes went wide and screwed shut as Vil pushed just the tip of a finger into my ass. It was enough to send me flying over the edge. I screamed with his cock in my mouth, then struggled to keep throating him as he exploded while my hips bucked and writhed over his face.
We came together, hard and fast, the effort draining both of us. I’d swallowed as much of his load as I could, but more leaked out around his shaft. I’d been too busy coming myself to prevent any sort of mess, but Vil didn’t seem to care.
“Wow,” he said from between my legs, his cock still twitching occasionally.
I sucked it some more, working his shaft to get everything out, licking up the last little droplet that glistened at the tip, then rolled off him, completely and utterly spent.
“Goodnight,” I mumbled, my body already shutting down, completely and totally worn out after the day’s events.
Vil chuckled.
I got up and went to use the bathroom, fully expecting that he would still be in bed when I came back, entirely possibly passed out.
But he wasn’t. He was on his little sleeping area, on the floor between me and the door. My protector. That was the last thought I had.
In the morning, he was gone.
By the time I clawed my eyes open and wiped away the bit of drool, my brain was knocking at the door to let me know something wasn’t right. It took a few more seconds of confusion to puzzle out that there were no noises in the quarters other than those coming from my extremely sexy morning self.
I was pretty sure I sounded like a diseased tyrannosaur wearing a choking collar a notch too tight.
It’s a miracle I’ve ever had a boyfriend.
“Vil?” I called, continuing the theme of deranged dinosaur noises coming from my throat. That one was closer to a pterodactyl caught in diesel fumes.
There was no answer. I fully awoke, looking toward the foot of the bed where he’d set up his sleeping pad between the door and me. It was empty. Everything was cleaned up and removed, leaving no sign he’d ever been there.
Where the heck did you have to go so early in the morning?
Just in case he hadn’t heard the Jurassic Park soundtrack I’d been squawking, I explored the other rooms, but as I’d suspected, Vil wasn’t there. He must’ve had somewhere to be and left me to sleep in.
I couldn’t say I was mad. I felt somewhere around sixty-five million times better than I had the night before. Rested and a little recovered at that. A glance at my body showed the bruises from the crash were fully gone. Healed.
Don’t let big pharma find out about that. They’d hunt dragons down and use them like science experiments. Imagine a drink that could heal people in a fraction of the time.
Wars had been fought over less.
A cold shiver came over me as another realization hit. I couldn’t tell anyone about what had happened to me. Vil’s true nature would have to remain a secret from everyone. Family, friends, everyone. If I accidentally let the truth slip …
The stressed weight on my shoulders increased yet again. With rest, thankfully, I was better able to shoulder that burden. My mind was starting to function normally again, meaning I could accept such new revelations without breaking down.
I noted that clothes approximately my size had been laid out in front of the dresser.
Where had Vil gotten those? I didn’t question it, however, because stretchy jeans and a loose black turtleneck were infinitely more comfortable than the dress from last night, regardless of how lovely it was.
And I didn’t feel like wearing more of his sweats.
Hopping into the shower, I removed all the remains from the day before, glad to start fresh. The hot water helped rejuvenate me, and by the time I was dried off, I actually felt somewhat human.
That elicited a snort of amusement. Feeling human in the land of dragons.
Grabbing the shirt, I started to get dressed, eager to have something over my upper body to cover the scars. Even in the dark the night before, only Vil’s tongue between my legs had been enough to get me to relax. And that hadn’t been easy either.
I trembled slightly as memories of his skills and the pleasure he’d inflicted on me burbled back up. A pleasant reminder but not one I could dwell on.
Tugging the neck over my head, I fit it into place just in time to see Vil come through the door.
“Hey!” I yelped, slamming my hands between my legs. “Don’t you knock?”
Vil, holding two large steaming mugs in his hands, used his foot to swing the door closed.
“I’ve seen it all,” he rumbled, pointedly lifting his eyebrows while his lips curled upward.
Blushing from my neck to what felt like my crotch, I gestured at him with my head, indicating he should turn around.
He did so, chuckling to himself the entire time.
I was mildly surprised he hadn’t come over to try to initiate anything, given my state of undress, but perhaps he could read the room well enough to know it wasn’t the time.
“How did you sleep?” he asked casually.
“Good,” I said. “Really good. I feel much better now, actually. Rest was key.”
“Excellent.” He lifted a mug. “I brought you coffee.”
“Oh, thank the lord,” I mumbled, tugging the jeans up. They were a hair tighter than I’d expected. “That’s one way to win me over.”
Vil laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll let you enjoy it. Then, if you’re ready, we’ll head for your home.”
I perked up. “You were serious about that?”
“Very,” he said, still facing away.
“Thank you,” I said. “By the way, you can turn around now.”
He did.
“How are we getting there?” I asked, feeling ready to actually tackle the day now.
Vil tilted his head. “The same way we got here?” he said. “We’re going to fly.”