Chapter 20
20
S teel
I open my eyes, and they quickly adjust to the dark. It’s Jen. What the fuck is she doing? It’s the middle of the night. Surely she wouldn’t try to escape? She’s on her tiptoes, creeping across the dining room. She’s wearing… Fuck! I hate what she’s wearing. She’s most definitely not trying to escape in that.
Not a chance.
At least, I hope not since she’s in a black nightie. It’s silk with these tiny straps. There’s lace, too, around the tops of her breasts.
Did our conversation from earlier not even happen? What the hell is she thinking?
She opens the refrigerator and takes out a big bottle of water. Then she grabs a glass, and pours the water into it.
I get out of bed and walk over to her.
Holy hell! That nightie barely covers her ass. Her dark hair flows down her back. Her legs are long and lean and fucking beautiful, just like the rest of her.
“What the hell are you doing?” I growl.
Jen swings around, throwing the glass straight at me. It hits my chest, landing on the tiled floor between us, smashing to pieces.
“What the fuck!” she yells. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Don’t move.” I look down at her bare feet. Glass litters the floor around us.
“Are you crazy? Haven’t you heard of sneaking up on a person? Why would you sneak up on me? Look what you’ve done.” She looks down at the floor.
“I didn’t sneak up on you. I walked.”
“Try to walk louder. You scared me half to death. All I wanted was a glass of cold water. That’s all.”
“What did we say about rules?”
“I’m not flirting. I haven’t asked you to spank me in a good long while, and we’re still not friends, especially after the stunt you just pulled. Also, we’re not having a chitchat. What am I doing wrong?”
“You’re wearing a tiny swathe of silk. We both agreed to be fully dressed at all times.”
“I was in bed, sleeping. I’m just getting some water. I’m pretty sure you’re in boxers or something equally revealing.” She points in my general direction and I remember that she can’t see as well as me in the dark.
“I was in bed…sleeping,” I growl. “So, yeah, I’m in boxers.”
“Exactly.”
She starts to move.
“Don’t!” I tell her, holding up a hand. “You’ll cut your feet to shit.”
Instead of listening, she lifts her foot, intent on taking a step.
I step forward and pick her up. “Why don’t you listen to me?” I cradle her in my arms.
It’s worse now that she’s up close against my chest. I can smell her sweet scent and feel her curves against me.
I walk to the living room and set her on her feet. Then I turn on a light.
Her eyes widen on the floor. “You’re bleeding.”
I follow her gaze and see red smears where I just walked. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. You cut your foot. The right one…I think. You should sit.” She points to my bed, where she wants me seated. For some reason, I comply. “I’ll find a first aid kit.”
“Don’t bother. There won’t be one. We heal too quickly to ever need a first aid kit.”
She gives me a skeptical look but doesn’t argue further. Instead, she goes into the kitchen, skirting the glass, and comes back with a damp towel. Jen kneels down on the floor at my feet. She kneels before me. Kneels!
My dragon loves it. He wants me to turn her around. Not just my dragon. I want it, too. I want to rip that tiny scrap of silk from her body and have my way with her.
Holy shit! I’m a sick bastard because I have to look away. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts look fucking amazing clad in just silk and lace. They’re plump and perfect. They’d fit my big hands just right.
Her nipples are pointing right at me. I doubt she’s wearing underwear under that thing.
“Let me take a look,” she murmurs, leaning in.
Leaning.
I glance down and wish I hadn’t. The tops of her tits are—
Not looking.
Dammit! Fuck!
I’m getting hard.
“You don’t have to,” I try. “I’m fine. I swear. You should go back to your room.”
“Shush. Stay still.” Now she’s bossing me around, which turns me on even more. Who knew?
Not looking. Not thinking of sex. Not even saying that word.
Jen gently wipes the blood off my foot. “It’s not that bad. You have two, no, three tiny cuts. I don’t think there’s any glass in there. How does that feel?”
“There isn’t. I’m fine,” I tell her. “It doesn’t even sting.”
“The bleeding is stopping already. Wow!”
“I’m already healing. See, I told you. You should…get up off the floor. You should…go back to bed.” Damn, my voice is so deep, I hardly recognize it.
For the first time, she realizes where she is, namely, on the floor between my splayed thighs.
My cock is hard and straining against my boxers.
Her lush-as-fuck mouth parts as her gaze lands between my legs. She has a hand on the ankle of the foot I just cut open and another hand on my thigh. She wasn’t thinking about anything other than my foot. She wasn’t trying to be sexy or to come onto me. It was innocent, and I’m so damned hard for her.
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed with a beautiful woman between my legs, her hands on me.
Her pupils dilate. Her breathing hitches, and her nipples get tighter.
What did I do to deserve this? I need willpower and I need it now.
“Steel,” she says but doesn’t move. She should move. She should leave. Run.
Instead, she leans up and up until her soft lips brush mine.
I know I should push her away. I know that would be the right thing to do. I don’t! I can’t!
I kiss her back. I slant my mouth the other way. I feel her lips against mine. I breathe her in.
Then I taste her. My hands grip her waist, pulling her closer as she gasps against my lips. She tastes like honey and sunshine and rainbows. She tastes fucking amazing.
Jen melts into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. She groans my name. My dick twitches.
Fortunately – or unfortunately, I’m not sure which right now – a voice of reason pipes up in the back of my mind, and it screams for me to stop.
I do. I pull back. She’s breathing hard. Her eyes are hazy. Her lips are a little swollen from our kiss.
“Holy fuck, Jen. I…we…we can’t do this.”
I stand, holding her against me. I march her to her bedroom. Her arms are around my neck. Her tits are plastered against my chest.
She feels good, smells good. I can still taste her on my lips, my tongue.
I set her on her feet, and I try to pull away. I have to get away from her and right now.
She holds on. “Please, Steel. I…um…I need…I…want…need...” She’s all breathy, driving me insane.
I know exactly what she needs. I know all too well because I need it, too, so fucking badly. I ache for her.
“I know,” I whisper against her mouth. Then, against my better judgment, I’m kissing her again. I can’t help it. My hand cups her jaw. My breath mingles with hers.
Jen wraps her hand around my cock through my shorts, and I swear, I almost come in my pants.
I groan as she rubs her hand up and down my length. I have to use every ounce of strength I possess to take her hand away, holding it above her head, pushing her up against the door with my body. My cock strains against her.
I kiss her neck, going lower and taking a nipple into my mouth right through the silk.
She moans. Her other hand threads through my hair. “I need you,” she whimpers.
I pull her leg up over my thigh. “I got you.” Then I’m kissing her again. Swallowing her moans. Our kiss is hungry and barely controlled.
I pull her nightie up over her hips and grind my cock against her…just once.
We both groan. I’ve never been this tempted. I’ve never wanted a female more. I have to know; I need to hear the sounds she’ll make. I want to watch her come. Just this once.
I slip a hand between her thighs, and groan when I meet bare flesh. She’s wet as fuck for me. I’m not surprised. I could smell her honey. I wish I could dive in for a taste and maybe never come up for air, but that would be taking it too far.
“Jesus,” I groan against her mouth. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight, warm entrance clench around me. She gasps against my mouth, her breasts pressing harder against me.
“Steel... Oh…ohhhhh…” she breathes, clutching at my hair and neck. I pump in and out of her with my finger a few times, finding her clit with my thumb.
She mewls when I rub on it, fisting my hair. Her breaths come in hard pants.
I pull back, taking in the sight of her flushed face and heaving chest. Her eyes shine with desire. “Yes,” she groans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Oh…god…yes.”
I rub on her clit a few times before thrusting into her again with my finger. Her body sounds slick. Her pussy is tight as fuck, so I add a second finger, crooking them to find her spot.
Her eyes widen, and she groans, rocking against my hand.
There it is.
Right there.
She moans and writhes. “Don’t stop. Holy shit! Yes!” She’s riding my hand. Her silk-clad tits bounce with every movement she makes. I want to sit the hell down and put her on my cock. I want her to slip and slide all over me until she finds her release. And then I want to turn her over and make her come again…even harder. I want to put my seed inside her.
No!
Hell no.
Where did that come from?
Instead, I finger-fuck her, picking up the pace. I keep my thumb firmly on her clit, rubbing oh so gently against the bundle of nerves.
She makes the sweetest noises as her pussy starts to flutter. I would give anything to know what she would feel like wrapped around my cock.
“Easy,” I say. “Ride it, sweetheart. Let go,” I urge her. “You look so pretty when you come.”
That does it. Her eyes widen. Her mouth drops open. She lets out this strangled wail as she comes all over my hand. She rides me so damned good.
Then she’s melting against me. I have to hold her up. I keep rubbing on her, milking her for everything she’s worth.
I’m rocking my own hips. My cock is leaking. My balls are in my fucking throat.
She’s moaning, jerking against me. Groaning low and deep. She whispers my name with reverence…and what I wouldn’t give to hear her say it again.
“That’s it,” I tell her. “That’s good.” I know it might freak a human out, but I do it anyway. I put my fingers in my mouth and suck her off them.
Sweet. She’s so damned perfect. I groan, wanting to lick her and fuck her. My teeth sharpen a little.
Instead, I pull down her nightie and kiss her on the temple. “You need to get to bed.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No…that’s not fair. I could…” She starts to drop down to her knees, but I pull her up.
“No. I’m good. Really good. Watching you get off was…it was everything.”
She frowns.
“Go to bed, Jen. We’re going to have to pretend this never happened.” It feels stupid even saying it. I had my fingers inside her. I made her come. I know how she tastes. How she feels. It’s not something I’m going to just forget, but I have to try.
She nods once. “Okay…sure…yeah. You’re right.” She gives a shake of the head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. I see regret flit across her face. “It never happened. Yeah…we can’t do this again…ever.” Then she goes into her room and closes the door behind her.
Damn! That was close.
I almost fucked her. I came close. Too damned close.
I stare at her door. I know if I went in there, she’d let me in. She’d welcome me into her bed. Into her body. I want her so badly. I rest my head against the cool wood.
Jen isn’t mine.
She never will be.
The end.
I take care of my hard cock, and then I go to bed. I don’t get much sleep.