14
EZRA
I was furious with Sam, frustrated that he could focus on work instead of the dragon, but then he stood and it all melted away.
He took my head in both of his hands, stared deep into my eyes with his own cobalt orbs, and I could feel the need inside him.
He kissed me roughly, forcefully, and it was exactly what I needed. I surrendered to his hands as they pulled me close, and his tongue invaded my mouth and I moaned as it rubbed against mine.
We ripped our clothes off like they were on fire, me shedding my outer coat and then hoodie, him pulling his new T-shirt back off to reveal the tattoos on his arms and chest. My bra clasp tore as I pulled it off but I didn't care, because the only thing mattered was getting nude as quickly as possible, removing any barriers between our bodies.
Sam's jeans fell away, and I yanked down his boxers, and his throbbing cock sprung wonderfully into view.
I wanted to kiss him, to take him in the mouth and pleasure him, but he was kissing me on the lips again, and he was the one controlling things here, I had surrendered to him, was ready to be taken by him however he wanted me. The kiss went on for hours it felt like, and when we broke away we both gasped like we'd been drowning.
I turned around and knelt on the couch so he could take me from behind, arching my back to show off my ass. He grabbed my hips and leaned into me, his rigid cock rubbing against the outside of my sex and my pubic hair. I grinded back against him, wanted to feel him inside of me.
But then Sam crouched behind me, and I could feel his eyes moving over my skin like fingernails.
His hands touched the outside of my hips, a light pressure, before moving across my butt. He pushed the meat of my cheeks inward, hands spreading out to grab and squeeze and feel. I realized I'd been holding my breath, and sucked in a ragged gasp.
Sam's hands rotated until the fingers moved in between my cheeks, pulling them apart. For several seconds all I felt was his hot breath on my ass.
Sam moved his face forward so slowly that I would have squirmed on the table had his hands not held me in place with firm authority. The hair on his cheeks touched my cheeks as he buried his face into my pussy.
"Ohh," I sighed.
He caressed me with his nose, moving up and down my wet slip, pressing into my lips. Then a finger was spreading them apart and his tongue invaded deep inside.
My fingers curled on the couch as I let out a long moan.
He moved his tongue--his insanely long tongue--down my pussy, then out and around the skin of my outer lips. Somehow he knew where the edge of what I wanted was, and kept himself just back from it, a torturous teasing that made me want to scream. His hands came around the side and grabbed me by the waist, pressing into my hip bones as he shoved his face into my crotch.
"Yes," I whispered as his tongue returned to my wet slit.
Now his tongue didn't tease; it pushed deep inside my pussy, rigid and hard. Once inside he moved it down, then up, an eager wedge to taste every inch of me. I tried to push back against his face, to let him know with my body how much I needed him, but his hands held me such that I could not move.
Sam moved his face back and forth, steadily tongue-fucking me in the apartment.
His nose pressed against my asshole with each thrust, a wonderful tease, and soon my throat was dry and hoarse.
Then he pulled back one final time and paused, his hot breath tingling my skin as he took it all in. Then he rose and I arched my back more for him, waiting for what would come next with baited breath. I felt his legs push against mine, and then his cock pressed against me, and I was lubricated so perfectly that he grabbed my waist and thrust all the way in with one stroke, filling me to the brim. It knocked the air out of my lungs, and I squeezed my eyes tight while savoring the sudden pleasure of him.
"God yes," he moaned behind me, fingers digging into my skin.
He pumped steadily, not wasting any time. I groaned with him as his dick thrust deep inside, rubbing against my wall with each movement, incredibly intense from this angle but in just the right way. Sam ran his hand along my back, feeling my spine and skin. I tossed my hair back and he grabbed a handful, and I grunted as he pulled it tight, locking me in place against his cock while he impaled me again and again.
His moans echoed deliciously in the apartment, a surround-sound of his ecstasy.
Feeling naughty, and freed of inhibitions by our strange bond, I reached a hand back to scratch against his chest. Then I let it slide down, tickling through his pubic hair and then moving in between my cheeks, rubbing tentatively around my tight rosebud. Sam moaned louder so I continued, letting my finger slide along his cock for lubrication and then gently sticking it inside my forbidden hole. I pushed an inch inside, biting my lip at the wonderful indirect stimulation while Sam was inside of me, and I looked over my shoulder at him to drink the lust from his eyes.
I pushed my finger deeper, down to the second knuckle, and based on Sam's quickening thrusts it drove him wild. Which of course drove me wild in return, his own desire mirrored back at me. I heard his breath speeding up and I closed my eyes, and imagined it was his fingers inside of me, and then maybe his cock, deep inside the place no man had been, and I moaned out loud and Sam moaned with me.
"Oh Ezra," he cried in a raspy voice. "I'm going to come so hard..."
"Come for me!"
His grunts grew louder, and closer together, and I shoved my hips back against him as he roared in climax, his grip on my hair and waist so tight it almost hurt as he came deep inside of me with an ecstasy as bright as the sun.
*
"Something's weird."
We were clothed again, and resting on the couch with my head in his lap. He stroked my hair while we basked in our mutual sexual exhaustion.
"That's not exactly what a girl likes to hear after sex," I said. "But you seemed to enjoy it awfully well."
"No, not the sex. Something's weird inside me."
"It's probably the fact that you can morph into a gryphon," I muttered. "Do you remember that? Your clothes ripped off and wings popped out of your back. Happened an hour ago. It was a whole big ordeal."
"Ha ha, you're really funny," he fake-laughed. "What I mean is that... I can change again, right now. If I wanted to."
I twisted my head to look up at him. "You mean you couldn't before?"
"See, that's what I'm not sure about." He stared off as if reading a faraway billboard. "After transforming back, the power left my chest. I didn't notice it was gone until just now, when it returned. It's like someone cut me open and stapled a cell phone to my lungs, and now it's vibrating."
"So it's a power that takes time to regenerate," I said. "Good thing it came back quickly."
But Sam was shaking his head to himself. "I'm not sure it's that. It's like something triggered it to return."
I rolled all the way over onto my back. "The only thing that's changed between now and then is that we fucked. Sounds like I've got a magic cunt, huh?"
He flinched. "You're awfully vulgar."
"They're only words." I grinned. "It's kinda like King Arthur's sword in the stone. Except the sword is your dick, and the stone is me."
He tried not to, but I saw a smile force its way onto his lips. "I'm dying for some food. You hungry?"
"I could eat." I sighed as he slid me off his lap and went to the fridge. "You're not worried about being late to work anymore?"
"I am, but food first. If I don't fill my stomach right now I think I'm going to pass out."
While he made chicken tacos, I turned on the TV. I wasn't used to being somewhere with cable, and the list of channels that appeared on the menu was four digits long!
I'd only channel surfed through the first 40 options when I froze.
"Uhh, Sam..."
"What?"
I didn't answer; I just stared at the scene playing on the local news. Cell phone footage of an impossibly-large bird swooping in the air, diving at an unseen target. Sam joined me in front of the TV just as the dragon appeared, beating its way into the sky to follow the gryphon, belching fire chaotically.
"...reported this afternoon," the attractive news anchor said over the footage. "Local law enforcement are dismissing the incident as a publicity stunt with oversized drones, though conspiracy theorists have been quick to jump on the bandwagon."
They cut to a wide-eyed woman gesturing with her hands while explaining what she saw. And then the screen changed to a still-image of the footage, showing a woman riding on the back of the beast...
The anchor concluded with, "Police are asking anyone with information about the incident to come forward as soon as possible."
"Oh man," Sam moaned. "I'm screwed. How could I have been so dumb..."
"You? They don't have video of you."
"What do you think that is!" he gestured with his spatula.
"Yeah, you're a gryphon on tape. But there's nothing to tie that to Sam Feinstein, tall sexy human dude. Meanwhile, they've got grainy footage of me! My description is probably going up in police stations as we speak. Especially after they tried to arrest me at the parking garage."
He returned to his pan of shredded chicken, silent and brooding. "So I guess you'll be going, then? Running to some new town?"
Ahh, fuck. That's what it was. He thought...
I felt the regret of such an action, and recoiled away from it. I went to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Sam, and felt his body relax. "I'm not going anywhere," I said.
"Do you mean it?"
"You know I do. Can't you feel it?" I ran my hands over his chest. "Can't you feel it in here?"
"I... I can. I really can." He shook his head and flipped off the stove burner. "You're welcome to hide out here. As far as I know, they don't have anything to tie you to me. I'll be back in a few days; then we can figure it out from there."
"Woah woah woah." I rounded on him. "What do you mean you'll be back in a few days?"
"I told you. I have to go to work."
"And that takes days?"
"I'm an astronomy engineer. We set up radio dishes. Our current contract has us building one up near Mount Antero."
"You act like I'm supposed to know where that is." I waved a hand. "It doesn't matter. I'm coming with you."
"You're what?"
I made myself grin. "Get it? I'm coming."
"I get it."
"Like cumming."
"You can't come, Ezra."
I put my hands on my hips. "Why the hell not?"
"It's up on a mountain. We have to climb to get to it."
"Are you doubting my physical ability? Cause I can show you again..."
Sam dished out chicken onto tortillas, then sprinkled cheese on top. "My boss wouldn't go for it."
"We can find an excuse to bring me along. Like an assistant!"
"I don't know."
But I could feel his excuses growing weaker. He wasn't going to stop me.
"You said the cops don't have anything to tie me to you, and your apartment? What about your car? We made one hell of a getaway from the parking garage, and surely there's a security camera somewhere that caught your plates."
"That's the lab's car," he said. "And I've already considered reporting it stolen."
I snorted. "You don't know the cops. It's not that simple. They're gunna grill you about it, and you'll blush and sweat and spill the beans the moment the questions get tough."
He looked angry at the buried insult, but didn't argue.
"I'm going," I said, pressing my body close to his. "Even if I need to convince you some more."
He handed me a plate of tacos, then went to the kitchen table to sit down. I joined him, and we ate in silence.
"Fine," he said when he'd finished his third taco. "You can come."
"You act like it was your decision at all," I said, grinning.
He looked upset, but then that gorgeous smile split his face again. We giggled together like kids and finished our meal.
And when we were done, I still felt a naughty tingle in my sex. I sauntered over to Sam's side of the table and kissed him on the lips.
"I want to go with you," I said, putting on a fake innocent tone. "Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?"
"I already said you could go."
I gave him a wicked smile. "I want to convince you anyways."
I dropped to my knees, and his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped before he could protest. I pulled them down; there was no underwear underneath, only his smooth thighs and a cock as hard as steel. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes, giving him one final chance to resist.
Sam's eyes were round sapphires, begging me to go on.
I wrapped my lips around him, sucking on just the tip, tasting the lingering taste of me from earlier. He moaned as I pushed further, lips locked tight around his shaft. I ran my fingernails up his thigh until I found his balls, caressing them gently while I gave him head.
He groaned wordlessly.
I wondered if I could even get him off this way, both because it was so soon after our couch-sex, and because it would be the third time today. But that only made it a challenge, another incentive beyond my primal desire to please him.
I gripped the base of his shaft as I sucked, stroking him up and down while I moved my lips. I ran my other hand up his shirt, feeling his abs and chest, the ridges of his muscles.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the underside of his shaft, down to the seam of his balls and then back up, flicking along his head. "How do I feel?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Incredible."
I returned his prick to my mouth eagerly, enthused by his pleasure. I moved faster and faster with his deepening moans, desperate to make him cum. I grabbed his hand and put it to the back of my head. He laced his fingers through my hair and then grabbed hold, guiding me with each stroke with his muscular, tattooed arm. Just like I wanted.
It was intoxicating knowing that a man wanted you, that you could drive him to ecstasy so easily. It filled me with my own satisfaction as I ran my fingernails along his thighs and worshiped his cock.
Sam's moans rose in intensity, pouring from deep within his chest like a roar. I locked my lips onto his head and jacked him off as fast as I could.
"Oh God. Oh fuck!"
He practically screamed at the top of his lungs as he came into my mouth. I moaned around his cock as I took load after salty load, lips still locked tight on his head so I wouldn't spill a drop. His roar subsided and he breathed like he'd just run a marathon, chest heaving so much it rocked me back and forth.
Finally I pulled back from his member, giving the head a gentle little kiss. I discretely swallowed the cum in my mouth and rose to my feet. Sam's eyes were wide with every emotion as I kissed him sensually on the lips.
"Okay, okay, you've convinced me," he said between breaths. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you behind."
"You're goddamn right," I said, giving his thigh a playful smack.