Chapter Ten
Starving. Until now that was only a casual word in Azy's vocabulary.
Back when she lived in Illinois, she and her friends had hit the mall food court when they were sure they were starving. When she'd first come to live with the mami wata and had to learn how to catch her own dinner, she'd been hungry as as all get out for the first few days. The past weeks spent literally in hell where she'd eaten only a handful of times she was sure she'd learned the true meaning of the word.
None of those experiences with an empty stomach even compared to the deep need and hollowness she felt inside right now.
The moment her brain caught up with her body knowing that they were out of danger, at least for now, and in a safe place, her appetite for all things Cage had exploded.
“The donuts can wait. I can't.” She had no doubt she was not good at flirting. It wasn't like she had a lot of experience at it. Cage standing there slack-jawed was not the response she had been trying to elicit.
He had demonstrated quite a bit that the alpha male part of him ruled his world. Maybe he wasn't used to having a woman come on to him, or initiate sex.
For one fleeting moment she worried that she had it all wrong and Cage didn't want her that way.
Nah. She knew an erection when she felt one in his pants.
Azy tugged Cage to her and cupped his cheek and chin intending to pull him in for a kiss. That would leave little doubt in his mind what she wanted. It wasn't like she was hinting at getting busy with him in the first place, but sometimes guys were dumb and needed it spelled out for them. She would spell it in body language.
“I thought you were hungry.” His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes.
She had to give him a lot of credit for trying to keep it in his pants when he thought she wanted him to. “I am, for you.”
“Are you sure? Jada does make really good doughnuts, and I'm sure you didn't exactly get three square meals a day down in hell.”
She wanted to kiss him just for trying to be a good guy. She was going to kiss him because if she didn't he was never going to shut up. Azy licked her lips and loved how his eyes were fixated on her mouth.
“A minute ago you couldn't keep your hands or your tongue off of me. Where did that dragon go? Because, he's the one I was hoping to drag into the spring over there and have my way with.” She brushed her thumb across his lips, playing with the bottom one. He had such a sensual mouth and she planned to enjoy having it all over her body.
Cage’s face finally went from from wide-eyed and good guy to bedroom eyes and the dirty dragon she couldn't wait to get to know.
“Oh, he's right here. Ready and waiting for your dining pleasure.” Cage slid his hand over hers and lifted her palm to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss there and then another to her wrist, nibbling at the sensitive skin above her pulse. “Mmm, I love the flavor of you. I can hardly wait to taste your sweet pussy.”
Well, that escalated fast.
“Come on, I'm sure I actually taste whole lot like dirt and brimstone. Let's go get naked and that water over there.”
He laughed and lifted her into his arms again.
“I'm not going to spontaneously burst into my tail again, you don't have to carry me.” Shut up, mouth. Azy was secretly loving being picked up and carried by him. The feminist part of her brain said he was being a he-man and she should show him his place, beside her not above her. The sexual, sensual siren part of her said just because he was being all dominant alpha male, that didn't mean he was a misogynistic asshole. Just a really strong one who also happen to want to get naked.
Girls like Azy didn't get picked up and carried around. Not by any of the men in her human life anyway. The mermen she'd met so far were not the best at wooing. Most of them hadn't wanted anything to do with her.
Screw them all, because she was very happy being carried around and turned on by it.
She wiggled her toes in anticipation as Cage waded into the water. Later, she would take a good long swim around this little spring in her full mermaid form. Right now, she needed legs. So, she could spread them. For him.
As soon as he got in waist deep, she wriggled out of his arms and slid down his body. The water was cool and comfortable, just the right temperature. Cage’s skin was scorching under her touch. Azy scooped up handfuls of the water and poured them over his chest, tracing the streams with her fingers all the way down to his belt.
“You're wearing too many clothes. Let's get these off of you.” She wanted to take her time stripping him. Before she could even say – take off your belt – Cage was out of his pants and had thrown them over his shoulder.
“Now is the one with too many clothes on?” He eyed the top of her shirt. “How attached are you to this outfit?”
“They are not even mine. Fallyn gave them to me. I'm not that used to wearing clothes anymore, mermaids don't have extensive wardrobes.” In fact, these were the first clothes she'd worn in years.
“Good, then you will mind if I do this.” Cage extended one of his dragon claws and sliced the leather of her shirt right down the middle. He pushed the material over her arms and into the water
“I have been looking forward to doing this since that dream we had.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and lowered his mouth to one of her nipples, flicking his tongue across it, before sucking it into his mouth.
Zings of arousal pulsated through her with each lick and suck. They went straight to her center and she wanted her stupid pants off now.
“Cage, I’m still wearing my pants. Let’s get rid of them.”
“After I’m done worshiping your tits. God, I love how your nipples are just asking me to suck on them, pointing up at me like that.”
No man had ever said he even liked her boobs, much less wanted to worship them.
Her ass, yes, her boobs, no. Hourglass, she was not. She had plenty of junk in her trunk, but none of it migrated north. When she used to wear bras as a human, she’d worn a B cup and that was barely.
Guys she’d known wanted a whole lot more.
She’d been self-conscious around the other Mami Wata at first, because it wasn’t like they wore coconut bras or seashells. But, at least she was saggy when they were out of the water. Small boobs had their perks. Like being perky.
If he wasn't going to get her out of these damn pants, she would. She pushed Cage away and floated back into the water. Her own belt still had the mirror he'd given her attached to it. She would ask him about how he'd gotten it later. For now, she carefully pushed it toward the shore, asking the water to keep it safe for her. A small swirling Eddie grabbed the mirror and the mirror washed to the waters edge. Another thing to think about later. Perhaps Ky Puru would be able to guide her in this newfound power.
Leather and water did not mix well and Azy had a hard time tugging the leggings off. “Bring that club of yours back over here.”
She'd have Cage slice down the sides of each of her legs. Then the pants would fall off easily.
Cage grabbed her around the waist flipping her to face away from him and and lifted her ass halfway out of the water. “I worship you tits, but I have been having wet dreams about this ass.”
The sharp tip of his claw poked between her back and the inside of the back of the pants. In one fast motion he cut through the leather bearing her bum to the sea and sky. He palms one of her butt cheeks with his free hand and ran his thumb along the sensitive skin in between.
“I want to take you in every possible way. Will you let me fuck this luscious ass of yours?”
Jesus. Those zings of arousal she'd gotten before were nothing compared to the crashing waves those words sent straight to her clit.
She wasn't ready to admit that she had never been with a man in that way. She was no virgin, but her experiences were slightly limited and were all at least five years old now. No wonder she was so fucking horny all of a sudden.
“We'll see about that. Let's go for the basics this time around, okay?”
“Has anyone ever taken you here before?”
Well, shit. There went that secret. She wasn't going to lie to him, she just hadn't planned on revealing all of her sexual history right away. “No one's ever offered before.”
“I'm offering. I'm definitely offering. I promise to make that good for you. We'll get you nice and relaxed after a whole lot of orgasms.” He gave her but one more squeeze and turned her around in his arms again.
Who is she to say no to a whole lot of orgasms. “Sounds great, but nobody's having any orgasms until you get these goddamn pants off of me.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He slashed the pants right off of her, never even touching her skin with his sharp claw.
Finally there was nothing between him and her except the blessed water. Azy raised one leg and then the other, wrapping them around his waist once more. Only this time instead of a hard belt buckle, she found a hard cock.
“Why aren't you already inside of me?” She maneuvered her hips so that his hard length nestled between her lower lips.
“Falk, woman. I don't know.”
Azy felt like the last two weeks, wearing his shard, and the last few hours running around hell and escaping the Black Dragon, had all been foreplay and she didn't need any more. “Fuck me, Cage. Fuck me right now.”
He didn't do as she told him to. Instead he thrust his hands into her hair and brought his mouth down on hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth in the way that she wanted his cock to drive into her pussy. But, oh his kisses were deep and intense, like her mouth was the most important thing in the world to him. He stroked his tongue along her's, tasting her, giving her his spicy flavor in return.
He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. “Your dirty mouth will get you everything you want from me.”
“Apparently not, you're still not fucking me.” She wiggled her hips just to remind him about what she was asking for.
His eyes rolled up to the sky and he grabbed her around the waist pushing her away. “I'm not going to be able to fuck you if you keep doing that, because I'm going to explode right here right now in the water.”
“That can be taken care of with the whole put your cock inside of me thing.”
“Babe, if I do that now there won't be any orgasms for you.” Cage looked around the spring and headed toward an outcropping of rocks on the other side that were bathed in sunlight.
“I beg to differ. Why don't we find out.”?
“What we’re going to find out is how many licks it takes me to make you come screaming my name.” In another few feet they were at the rocks and he had propped her but on to a nice wide flat one.
“I don't need you to do that. I am perfectly happy with the normal tab a into slot B kind of sex.” Mostly because that was the only kind of sex she had.
“That doesn't sound like near as much fun as what I have planned.” Cage sunk deeper into the water and through Azy's knees over his shoulders. He nibbled and licked his way up the inside of her thigh.
She had to admit her girl parts were fluttering at the idea of having his head between her legs. There had to be a first time for everything. That was the story of her life since becoming mami wata. First time having a tail, first time swimming in the ocean, first time singing underwater, first time catching her own dinner, first time – “oh, God.”
First time having a tongue in her pussy.
Cage slid his lips and tongue from her channel up to her clit. She'd never felt anything like it. Not even her own fingers had created such a riot of sensations so fast.
He did it again, this time holding her open with his thumbs, giving him more access to her folds. He flicked his tongue across her clit, lashing it in rapid pulses.
Holy moly mother of all things. Why hadn't anyone told her this felt so damn good? “Oh, Cage. I change my mind. Don't stop doing that. Don't ever stop.”
He chuckled and the vibrations sent whole new spiral of pleasure through her. He lifted his head and she groaned. “Didn't I just say not to stop?”
Was that her voice that was so breathy and needy?
“Your pussy is fucking beautiful, I could stare at it all day.” He slid one finger into her wetness and drug her juices up and down her slit. “Look how wet you already are for me.”
He lifted that finger and stuck them into his mouth. “Yum, have a feeling you're going to be my new favorite dessert. The kind of time going to want to have several times a day.”
He slid his fingers back into her and coated them again, this time pushing two digits inside of her. His head followed. His tongue and fingers had her moaning again in a second. “Cage, yes, yes.”
Tab a into slot B could go throw itself off a cliff, Cage’s mouth on her was a thousand times better than any sex she'd had with the boys back home.
His tongue worked over her clit and he moved his fingers inside of her so that he was rubbing the tips along the top inside part of her inner channel. Whoa. She wasn't sure, because she didn't have anything else to go on, but the spike of sensation that had her inner muscles clenching were a pretty good indication that he just found her G spot. Who knew it even existed?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there. Oh my God.” She grabbed his hair and made sure he didn't move from that spot. “Oh my God, Cage, yes.”
The orgasm he'd been building teetered right on the edge. She lost her breath and forgot how to get it back. Then her body took over and she exploded.
Her legs and stomach muscles convulsed along with the pulsing power of the orgasm. She screamed Cage’s name in her mind, but her voice was caught somewhere in the swirls of Nirvana.
Cage’s motions slowed, but he didn't stop until the last shiver was pulled from her body.
She was breathing so hard, she was surprised there was any air left in the world, maybe there wasn’t because she was seeing sparkles and black blobs in her vision. She might have died. Death by orgasm.
Cage crawled up over her body and kissed her, giving her a taste of her own flavor. “Worth the wait?”
She whimpered. God, she didn’t ever whimper. But, her brain was not quite back in her head yet. It was still floating somewhere out in la la land.
“Good. Because now you’re going to get everything you asked for.”
Hell yeah.