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.
