Love Me Like a Rock

Chapter 7

Bram literally saw stars in front of his eyes when she slurped his c**k into her hot little mouth. She set up a rhythm with her hands, rubbing up and down in time with the swirls of her tongue and the suction of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and he had to lock his knees in place so he didn't slide down the side of the car. He was pretty sure his claws were going to leave marks in the hood of his prized possession, but right now he couldn't bring himself to care, not when Twyla was doing her best to swallow his c**k. He felt it bang against the back of her throat and she gave a pleasant hum, sending waves of vibrations through his p***s and all the way up his spine.

He wasn't going to last this time either. f*****g her mouth was another way to mark her as his and every cell in his body was determined to do that, with or without his brain's consent. She kept making little noises as she sucked him hungrily, like she couldn't wait to taste a mouthful of semen. Her plump, sexy lips caressed the outer rim of his glans and her busy fingers were hitting every nerve ending up and down the length of his c**k. He groaned out loud as his balls drew up even tighter, preparing to spurt down her lovely throat.

"f**k, yes!" He heard the screech of metal as he pulled his hands away from the hood. He retracted his claws and relaxed his hands so he could bury them into her hair. He gently gripped her scalp and held her head in his lap. He tugged a little on the hair, wanting her to know he was paying attention and she moaned again, deep in her throat, all the way around his c**k. He pushed in a little further, stretching her jaw and pumped his hips.

"Now!" Even he wasn't sure if it was a command or a warning, in case she wanted to pull back before he erupted. Instead, she took her hands off his c**k and dug them into the muscle of his ass, holding him close and deep. She swallowed, forcing his c**k further down her throat and then again, the muscles of her throat milking his p***s. That was all it took and he let out a full dragon roar as he shot down her throat, spurting jet after jet of c*m into her mouth. Each time she swallowed it triggered another spurt. Then he fell back onto the hood, completely spent.

Or so he thought. He learned otherwise when she crawled up his chest and impaled herself onto his still semi-hard c**k. Her wordless little cry and the sudden spasming of her vaginal walls around him had him fully erect again in a second. Damn, they were liable to kill each other before they ever even made it out of the f*****g parking lot!

When she came down from the orgasm she'd given herself by sucking him off, Bram stopped driving his c**k into her and lay on his back on the hood of his car with a limp pixie sprawled on his chest.

"You okay for now?" He wasn't, not even close, but he figured he could just about make it to Manayunk before he f****d her again. He wasn't even going to pretend it wouldn't happen again the second he got her behind a closed door.

"Yeah." Her answer was little more than a sigh against his chest.

"Then let's get you home, princess."

"'Kay." She stretched and peeled herself off of him, grinning when their skin stuck together for a second. "Or we could go to your place. I've got a roommate."

"My place it is, then. If you don't mind."

"I know I should just go home and try to sort out what the hell is happening here. But I don't want to, Bram. I want to be with you tonight, wake up with you in the morning."

"Hell yeah!" He had an idea about what was going on, but didn't think she was ready to hear it just yet. For that matter, he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge it yet either. He hopped down from the car and pulled his pants up, while she smoothed his shirt back around her curves.

He handed her into the passenger side and was pleased when she scooted across the wide bench seat to sit in the middle even though he knew it was a bad idea with his control the way it was. He slid in beside her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead. "Over there. The way this is going, we don't dare risk touching while I'm trying to drive. I want us in one piece when we get to my place."

Which reminded him of her wrists and wings, damn it! She moved to the far side of the seat with a rueful chuckle. "Yeah, I guess that's a good idea."

"First, give me your hands."

She paused in the middle of strapping on her seatbelt. "Why?"

"Dragons can get kind of rough during s*x. So our saliva has a hormone in it that reduces pain and promotes healing." She held out both hands and he took them one at a time and swiped his longer-than-human tongue gently around the abrasions on her wrists. "Better?"

"Just drive. Fast." She slumped back in her seat, breathing heavily.

"How do you know the mayor?" He figured it would take about fifteen minutes to get to Old Town. Ten if there wasn't a lot of traffic. That was plenty of time to get to know each other, wasn't it?

"He's put together this task force of paranormal advisors. It's a cool idea and it's soothed out a lot of the racial tensions in the city, even if most of the humans don't know we exist." She paused and tipped her head. "I wonder why he doesn't have you on it."

"Because I'm on his other task force. Paranormal Enforcement. He uses us if somebody's getting too out of line. I'm actually a paid member of the police department, but we report directly to the mayor."

"That's cool." She nodded. "So he made you come to the party too. What were you doing in the park after?"

"Looking for my sister Dana and her coven."

"Me too. The coven, I mean. My friend Katie is a witch. I think I've met a woman named Dana at one of her parties. Is she a half-dragon, too?"

Bram nodded, merging into traffic at the highest speed he considered safe. "Different mothers, but both human." Time to change the subject. He didn't really want to discuss any more about dragon family relationships. "So what are you doing in the human realm? Pixies don't come over here all that often."