Taking a deep breath—and in disbelief I was making this decision—I sank into this feeling. These were the hazards of my trade. I let go of any reservations and gave in to it totally.
Someone’s voice echoed in the silence, far away. I couldn’t make out the words. Strange desires seeped into me, wild thoughts of the stranger mounting me like some ravaged beast. Oh gods, I wanted him to rut wildly. To dominate me. To claim me. My wetness soaked through my clothes. I didn’t even know what he looked like. The darkness shrouded his appearance. He could obviously see me, though. There was something provocative in the realization that he could detail everything about me... and I didn’t even know the color of his eyes.
The stranger’s knuckles trailed down my hair, the gentle caress so at odds with the wild, untamed beast I sensed within him. It was only when those same long fingers speared into my tresses, using the loose strands like a leash to gently push me forward, that I moaned. My palms hit the dirt. I may not have been bowing down to him, but I was an offering, bent over in supplication, on hands and knees.
“That’s right,” he growled, leaning over me from behind, his hand touching down on my ass. It spanned a whole cheek. A vibration ran through my body, the feeling so fucking delicious.
His hand trailed to the other cheek and then to my center. His fingers ran down my cloth-covered core, his middle finger tracing the seam of my trousers. My breathing turned heavy as the tip of his middle finger found the right spot and rubbed.
My eyelids fluttered and I dropped my head, gyrating my hips slowly. Holy fuck, he knew exactly where and how firm to touch, exactly how fast to go. The guy was good with his hands.
This had to be a product of my imagination. No one I’d ever met could seem to get it right, even with instruction.
“More,” I groaned, balancing on one hand so that I could hook the thumb of the other in the waistline of my trousers. I peeled the fabric down to my hip.
The stranger’s hand paused for a moment, indecisive, and then he stepped closer in a rush as though he couldn’t help himself. His foot scraped against the ground. He grabbed my trousers with two hands and yanked them down.
The night air washed over my bared skin. His palms slid down my outer thighs. One of his knees hit the dirt behind me. Then the other. Soft lips glanced across my flesh, his kisses gentle, his grip on my legs hard.
His mouth didn’t waste time like his hands had. His tongue parted my core, tasting immediately, sending me down to brace my weight on my forearms. His growl of pleasure nearly undid me. He licked up to my asshole and circled, the sensation tickling a little yet strangely pleasureful. He backed off for a moment and I could hear movement behind me, the air disturbed, before feeling his hands grip my hips from below and lifting.
I gasped, walking myself back with my hands as he pulled my hips. My knees hit the dirt again, my shins resting against bigshoulders, and I realized I was now straddling his face. He pulled me down like he was starving for me, taking my clit into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it as he sucked in pulses.
“Holy . . . fuck-ing . . .shit.” My mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
His fingers rubbed along my wet pussy, his growl deep and low at my obvious arousal, before delving in. They curved exactly right, rubbing firmly. He sucked in perfect synchronicity.
“Holy...” My hips jerked of their own accord. “Holy...” I had zero control of my body right now. Drug or no drug, I would not have climbed off this ride for my life. “Holy?—“
I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t get my bearings. Pleasure coursed through me in a growing swell. I clawed at the ground, overcome. No one had ever been this good.Ever. We had clearly entered my wildest dreams.
I was going to find more Moonfire Lily if it killed me.
“Almost...” I was right on the edge, tensing up now, riding his face with abandon. If I suffocated him... Well, he will have died of noble causes.
His teeth scraped my sensitive flesh and I blasted apart, swearing, yelling, shuddering against him. My mind went completely blank and all I knew was pleasure, taking me to a place I hadn’t yet been.
As it settled, I drooped over him, my body tingling. He kept going lightly, his ministrations languid now, his tongue moving slowly. When he was sure I was thoroughly over my climax, he gently lifted me again so he could crawl out from under me. I didn’t bother moving, still focused on the pleasant aftershocks making me shiver.
His hand gripped my shoulder and he tugged gently to get me to straighten up before his touch and his body heat disappeared from behind me. My trousers were still secured around myknees, restraining my movement. The cool air kissed my wet core, a sharp reminder that I was bared to the night.
He circled to my front and I let my eyes drift open, finding three things that startled me. One was that the emberflies had returned to drift slowly around us, like our own personal sea of stars. The second was that the blackness had receded just enough that I could make out shapes. There was no more moonlight seeping through the dense canopy than before, no other lights to help; it was that I could just barely see in the darkness. And what I saw was number three.
The stranger stood before me, tall and broad, with wide shoulders and a distinctly V-shaped frame. Bumpy arms and bulging legs indicated well cut muscles, and his strong stance and aura of confidence more than hinted at his power and authority. I half wanted to see more detail, to see the plane of his face and ascertain the look in his eyes. Another part of me, though, found it strangely more arousing with the blank canvas. With the mystery surrounding this man.
He moved, bending a bit, a hand coming slowly toward my face. His thumb and forefinger gripped my chin. He pulled just so, opening my mouth. His hand left my chin and slid along my cheek to the side of my head. He pushed his hips forward until soft flesh butted up against my lips.
My stomach swirled with the uncontrollable need to taste him. To drink him in and swallow him down, to savor the feel of his flesh in my hands. I wanted to make him as mindless and sated as he’d made me.
I licked, finding the little slit and tracing it with my tongue. I braced my hands on his thighs before feeling upwards, tracking the large mass of muscle. I circled his tip with my tongue as one hand found his balls, cupping firmly. He’d clearly stepped onto the path in the nude. I sucked him in, taking him as far as I couldand then backing off, gripping his shaft with my free hand and stroking as though my hand were an extension of my mouth.
Liquid danced across my tongue, and though it must’ve been precum, it in no way tasted like it. Instead of being tart and mostly horrible, this tasted sweet, like candy with notes of the sticky buns Granny made when she was in a particularly good mood. It wasdelicious.
There could be no more doubt. This was definitely a drug-induced erotic hallucination. And unless there was a particularly horrible come-down, it was going to bring in lots of gold when I figured out exactly what had caused it.
I sucked harder, wanting more of that flavor, taking more of him than I usually would. I massaged his balls as I pulled back. I swirled my tongue around his tip before sucking him in again, feeling his hand fist in my hair. He pulled me away.
My mewl of displeasure was heartfelt for the first time in my life. I usually hated giving head—a chore I did only because I wanted it in return—but this time I had a need to keep going. I wanted his sweet release on my tongue, his knees weakening as a result of my efforts. I wanted to please him.
