Chapter 15
Magma
I wake to find Carla wrapped around me.
One leg is thrown over mine, her knee wedged between my thighs, and her arm rests across my chest. Her breasts are pressed against my ribs. They’re soft and warm, like her. She smells incredible. Beneath the dirt is all female. Vanilla, cherries, orange blossom, rainbows and fucking sunshine.
I want to eat her.
My asshole dragon is back.
My senses sharpen. Her leg is slung over me and right at my hip, pressed up against me; I feel heat. It’s unmistakable. It’s her pussy.
My cock twitches and starts to harden.
No.
Shit.
I lie there, holding myself completely still, willing my erection to go down. Willing it to behave itself. This is the absolute last thing either of us needs right now.
My dragon purrs, wanting me to pull her on top of me. Wanting things we can’t have.
I ease my hips back an inch, putting some space between us before she can feel exactly what’s happening down there.
Carla presses in closer, tucking herself against me even tighter than before, and lets out this small, soft sound. It’s a half sigh and a half moan, and right against my collarbone.
It goes straight to my cock, which goes from half-mast to fully erect.
Shit. Shit!
That settles it. I need to get out of here. Now!
I move slowly, carefully easing my arm free from under her, sliding my leg out from between hers a fraction at a time. Every small movement feels enormous in the quiet, and every breath of hers against my skin undoes whatever progress I make.
I’m almost there when she stirs.
“Mmm.” Her eyes flutter open, and for a second, she just blinks at me, lost, not sure where she is or how she ended up plastered against me.
“Morning,” I say, and roll onto my stomach before she can see anything she shouldn’t. I doubt she could in this darkened space, but I don’t want to take any chances and scare her.
I’m such a prick.
Why? Whhhyyyy?
I press my forehead into my forearm and breathe through it.
“I’m going to go open up some more of those coconuts,” I tell her in a low voice. “Maybe find something else to eat. Then we need to get going.”
“Oh…of course.” She pushes herself up onto her elbows. Her hair has come loose from its ponytail during the night, falling in waves around her face, and the movement does nothing to help the way her breasts strain against the lace.
I look away. My dick is pulsing between my legs.
I really need to get out of here and right now.
I listen for a while first. There’s birdsong, which is good. Otherwise, all is quiet. Satisfied, I drag the branches aside and crawl out into the gray hush of early morning.
I check again once I’m standing, scanning the tree line, the canopy, the ground between the trees. There’s nothing.
I walk until the shelter is out of sight, then a little further for good measure, and then I can’t wait any longer.
I grip myself, and the relief of it nearly drops me to my knees.
There’s no finesse to it. Just need. I have to take care of this, and then we can head out.
I don’t know why I’m so tightly strung. This is ridiculous. My dragon is driving me fucking nuts.
I pump my hand up and down my cock. My balls are tight. My belly too. Pre-cum trickles from my tip, and I use it as lube.
I groan, sliding my hand up and down.
Carla.
No.
I can’t help but picture her again. This time she’s on her back, legs spread, lace soaked through, looking up at me with those wide, pretty blue eyes.
She shoves her panties to the side so that I can get a good look at her pussy.
I groan, my hand working my shaft, my balls pulling tighter.
I slow down a little. In my mind’s eye, I’m climbing onto her, between her thighs. Her pussy is so snug it almost hurts when I shove into her. She rakes her nails down my back, begging me for more. Begging me to give her every inch of my cock.
Holy shit.
I’m going straight to hell for this.
Carla
Does Magma expect me to wait in here?
He didn’t say.
My legs feel a little cramped, and I’m stiff. I decide to carefully crawl out.
I’m not sure I’m allowed to leave on my own, but I really need to pee.
I push the branches aside and listen. Nothing growls. Nothing moves that shouldn’t.
I crawl out into a gray-green world. The light is muted, filtering down through layer after layer of leaves overhead, but it’s enough to see by, which I’m grateful for.
I push myself up and stretch; it feels good. My legs ache from yesterday, and my feet are tender, but I can manage. I have to.
I pick my way through the undergrowth, putting some distance between myself and the shelter, scanning the trees the way Magma showed me. Not that I’m any good at it.
That’s when I hear it. A groan, I think, from somewhere just ahead.
Crap!
What was that?
I freeze, then duck behind the nearest tree, peering around the trunk toward the sound.
My mouth falls open, and my eyes go very wide.
I swallow thickly because it’s Magma and he’s…
My face goes hot. Magma is jerking off.
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
I should look away. I should turn around right now and leave.
I don’t.
I’m afraid he’ll hear me. I could look away, though, but I don’t because the sight of him has me gaping.
He makes that low sound again, his hand working up and down his thick cock.
He’s so big down there. Bigger than I realized.
His abs are flexing and shifting with every stroke of his fisted hand.
The muscles in his arm stand out in hard lines all the way to his shoulder.
His eyes are closed. His teeth catch on his bottom lip. Up. Down. Up. Down.
He’s sexy.
This has to be the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life.
Something glistens at the tip of him, and he groans, soft this time, hunching forward a little so his stomach tightens even more.
I lick my lips, my heart rate picking up a few notches.
I’m shocked to discover how turned on I am. My nipples have gone hard against the lace, and there’s a wet heat building between my legs.
This can’t be happening.
Magma is…okay. Fine, he’s more than just okay; he’s gorgeous. I noticed that the first time I met him. His eyes are the most beautiful color. His ass…his whole body is a thing of beauty. Like it was sculpted…but…but…this?
I shouldn’t be standing here getting wet over watching him do this. I shouldn’t be hiding behind a tree feeling like…like a voyeur…a pervert.
My legs don’t feel steady under me, and the ache low in my belly has turned into something sharper, something that pulses every time he groans. I press my thighs together without meaning to, and the friction sends a sharp little zing right between my legs. My clit is throbbing.
No.
Why?
Everything down there throbs in time with my heartbeat. I want to touch myself. I think I would come in under ten seconds.
He’s still going, legs braced apart, his whole body taut, and I think he’s close. His hand moves faster.
Holy shit.
I must make a small noise or something because his hand stops. His head lifts, and his eyes snap open.
And they land right on me. They narrow as they lock with mine.
I make a small, strangled sound before I can stop myself.
Then, like an idiot, I turn and run.