Page 4 of Not Me in A Hurricane

His fingers kneaded into the full, round globes of my ass as we kissed again. If I hurt his ego, his dick hadn’t gotten the memo. Ry was half-hard under me as I ground down against him wearing only my swim trunks. He was still in his jeans but a few more favors from the gods of thunder and I was sure I could have him out of them.

Ry pulled away from the kiss and turned his mouth’s attention to my throat. He kissed my flesh before nuzzling me and then grazing his teeth down the front of my throat. I ran my hands over his shoulder and down over his chest and belly. We touched each other in all the places our inner beasts would never let strangers touch. Maybe that was the fun of a one-time fling. You opened yourself up so vulnerable to everything you usually fought against. My throat. His bare belly.

“You’re not in heat, right? You don’t smell like it but –”

“No, I’m not. Didn’t want to wait out the storm alone. I’m on the shot but I have condoms too. Knot-proof at that.”

“Do you hookup with a lot of wolves?” Ry asked.

“More than dragons. What can I say? I like the feel of a little fur on my back,” I laughed and traced one side of his jaw line.

We kissed for a long time, jumping every time the thunder cracked overhead, or the wind battered against the house. The lights flickered as our tongues danced between our mouths. Sometimes alphas from Pheromone Swap were never sure when to move things along. So, I got into the habit of doing that myself. I kissed Ry one more time before sliding off his lap onto my knees. His mouth followed me hungry for more kisses. Eventually, he let me go and I kissed up and down his torso. I paused long enough to tease his pierced nipple with my tongue. My fingers played at his fly while I teased him until he finally knocked my hand away and freed his own cock. Sometimes, you could just annoy someone into saying yes or no. I needed the yes. He might be the alpha but magically I had a lot of weight on him. Dragons were often accused of bullying furry shifters, and I didn’t want to bully him. I just wanted to suck his dick before it was inside me.

He smelled fresh and clean as if he’d showered before coming over.

“Good boy,”my dragon murmured into my thoughts as I wrapped my fist around his big, half-hard cock. He grew in my hand, hardening and lengthening at the same time. A long sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back into the sofa and stretched out one of his long legs on either side of me. I ran my free hand over his thigh through his jeans. His muscles flexed under my touch as I stroked him to his full length.

Thunder cracked above us, and we both startled. For a half of a second, I had a strangle hold on his dick. His eyes grew to the size of saucers, but a moan bubbled over his kissable lips.

“Someone thrives under pressure,” I smirked but didn’t give him time to answer before I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the tip of his dick. He gripped the sofa arm, and Ichuckled to myself. Sometimes it was so easy to undo these big, strong alphas. One little lick and you could have a lot of them right where you wanted them. He rocked his hips forward and I put a hand on his abs to keep him where I wanted him. He’d get his turn to take over and be the big wolf in charge but this was my moment.

Ry ran his fingers through my hair as I parted my lips and lowered my mouth over his tip. His eyelids fluttered and I let my eyes drift shut as my mouth slid down him. He tasted good and warm. His pulse thrummed against the flat side of my tongue as I dragged it back up him. I lost myself to the moment until he wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled me back up onto his lap. He kissed me hard, and I gave into his demanding lips. He was coming undone. He wanted me. No, he needed me. Nothing smelled more delicious than an alpha desperate to push me face down to shove his knot into me.

Ry kept a hold of my hair as we kissed. He growled, the sound of his inner beast crawling up his throat. A second later, using all that speed he got from being an alpha, he had me face down on the sofa. I was still dressed but he rubbed his dick on me anyway.

“Condom!” I announced like a boarding call.

“Shit! Sorry! Where?” Ry asked, his voice still husky with need.

“Table. Bowl. Bowl on table. Why can’t we speak?” I laughed.

He dealt with finding a condom and I stripped myself naked and grabbed a towel out from under the sofa. I kept one there everywhere I stayed alone in case I wanted to have some fun by myself. Who knew when you’d need a towel? I watched between my legs as he ripped open the condom and slid it on. I always had to see them put it on or do it myself. Too many stories of jackasses only pretending to wear them.

Once he was all wrapped up, Ry held his dick in his hand as if holding it out for inspection.

“We good to go?” he asked.

“Good to go,” I nodded and shook my ass at him.

Dropping his dick, he slapped my ass hard. It hit in all the right places, vibrating me in the spots I prayed he would touch soon. I shook my ass at him again. This time he bit me.

“Ouch!” I said but the word morphed to a moan on my tongue.

His mouth hesitantly slid across my ass cheek working his way slowly toward my dripping omegahole. I pressed myself back against his face, urging him on. Ry wrapped his big hands around my thighs to hold me in place while he lapped at my slickness. Still, I wiggled against him, moving against his grip and making him work for each taste of me he snatched up.

“It’s been a while for me. A few weeks. I may knot,” he said in between licks.

“Good. Didn’t you see the name,” I pressed back against him again.

“Yeah,” he nodded, pausing from his labors of lust. “Some guys use knotting like others use sixty-nine. It’s supposed to be sexy or funny, but they don’t always follow through with it.”

“Well, I hope your dick follows through with it,” I said, reaching between my legs to take his dick in my hand again.

I stroked him until Ry moved closer to me. Close enough so that we could finally fuck. He was still hard inside the condom and the condom still looked to be in good condition. My dragon and I both knew, I’d pop post-coital birth control in the morning, to be on the safe side. I always did. If I ever laid an egg or pushed out a baby watermelon it would be after I was ready to settle down and turn into a parentified zombie. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not even in a few months.

“Are you ready?” Ry asked and the words came out a growl because I squeezed his dick.

The windows lit up with lightning and we both braced for the thunder that roared over us a few seconds later. Rain beat against the house as I let go of his dick and he took ahold of it to lead it home against my body. I pressed back as he rubbed its thick, mushroom-shaped head against my slick omegahole. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him big and thick, and all knotted up keeping me in place even when the storm made me want to run and find cover. It must’ve been written all over my scent because Ry murmured something about how good I smelled as he thrust into me.

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