Encounter:
Dreaming of Sky
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2009 Selena Illyria
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Dreaming of
Sky
Brenton
sat at the bar, watching Sky Lilly, his sub, talking and laughing with her
friends, Mireya and Selena, at the other end of the bar. He sighed and took a
pull on his beer. His body was a cauldron of heat and desire. His cock was so
hard it could pound nails and his balls ached for release. It had taken
everything in him during his session with Sky not to sink into her wet heat and
satisfy his hunger for her right then and there, but he was her Dom and this
was not a sexual relationship. There were rules, boundaries, things he just
couldn’t do, and sex was one of them.
“Go up to
her,” Katrina, the club manager, urged.
“No,”
Brenton replied curtly.
“That’s
‘cause he’s chicken.” A hand clamped on his shoulder and gave it a hard
squeeze. Brenton looked up to see his brother Egan grinning down at him.
“I’m not
chicken. It’s just not the right time.”
“Then when
is?” Egan asked before taking a sip of his beer.
“When pigs
fly?” Katrina offered.
“Don’t you
have invoices to check?” Brenton grumbled.
“Did that,
bored now.” Katrina grinned at him and sipped her gin and tonic.
“Well go
find something else to do and stop bothering me.”
“Well,
aren’t we a grouchy dragon? You need to get laid. If not, then use your hand.
It would make us all happy. Excuse me.” Katrina left the table.
Brenton
felt like pointing out that she hadn’t had sex in quite a while, either, but
didn’t. Instead, he sipped his beer.
“Look bro,
just go talk to her,” Egan urged.
“Drop it,”
Brenton said before laying a few bills on the counter and standing up, his beer
only half done. “I’m going. Tell Kyden I’ll see him later.”
He left
before his brother could say anything to dissuade him from leaving. Nothing
Egan could say would convince him staying was in his best interest. Pressure
was building in his body and his dragon wanted out, so it could fuck what it
recognized as his mate. Brenton refused to lose control, especially around Sky.
She needed time to get comfortable around him. Their relationship was still in
the beginning stages and trust was tenuous at best. He wasn’t going to screw
things up by letting his dragon control his dick because he wanted to get laid.
Instead of
going home he headed to his office where he could be alone. Once the door was
shut and locked he stripped out of his clothing and strode to the bedroom where
he climbed onto the bed and rested against a large pile of pillows. During his
sessions with Sky he’d always fantasized about taking her here and taking care
of her before making love to her.
Today had
been one of those days. She’d been cuffed into place, bent over a leather
spanking bench, her ass elevated, legs spread wide, torturing him with the
sight of her plump, damp folds. He’d wanted to drop down to his hands and knees
and feast on her puffy cunt lips, lapping up her cream as she came all over his
mouth. Instead, he’d continued to give her the paddling she’d asked for while
holding himself in check.
Now, he
could let loose.
Brenton
leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube he’d kept on his side table for
cases such as this and squirted the cool gel into his hand before taking hold
of his cock and giving himself a stroke. He held his shaft as he pushed down
the top of the lube and let if fall to the mattress as he relaxed against the
pillows and allowed his mind to play out what he’d truly wanted to do.
His
eyelids dropped down until his worldview was seen through dark lashes. His
breath came out in pants as his hand began to move. With slow, smooth strokes
up and down, pausing only to smear the pre-cum and add to the lubrication.
* * *
Sparks of
electricity were set off as the heat began to build, taking him from a soft
simmer to a bonfire. He spread his legs and slipped his free hand under his
balls, rolling and tugging the delicate orbs gently as he watched Sky Lilly’s
rounded ass quiver. Her soft cries filled the air along with the soft slap of
the paddle.
“Please,
Brenton, fuck me,” she moaned, her body quaking as her hands gripped her
restraints tighter.
Unable to
resist, he let the paddle fall to the floor, barely noticing the large thud. He
dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind her, his cockhead already
flushed a deep red, a small bead of pre-cum dotted the crest. Brenton took his
cock in hand and positioned himself at her dripping entrance. He could feel her
moist heat against his cock as if she was really there with him. With a groan
he pushed his hips forward, sinking into her tight, wet heat. Her sheath was
slick and hot. He felt lightheaded as overwhelming pleasure lit up his nerve
endings.
Sweat
beaded his forehead and upper lip as he held still. His whole body was on
sensory overload. Her musky scent of arousal whirled around him, the heat and
grip of her pussy was almost too much for him to experience. It felt too good.
His dragon demanded he fuck her, hard. That’s not what Brenton wanted. This
would be just as good for her as it would be for him. He reached out and took
her hips, pulling back and shoving forward, sinking further into her tight
cunt.
Brenton
could feel her walls contract and relax. Sky’s soft cries and moans filled his
ears as he rocked in and out of her, slowly building up the pleasure. He
ignored the burning heat at the base of his spine and the pressure building
inside of him as his hips flexed and pulled back.
Sweat
slipped down his face to cut a path over his chest and abdomen. The room was
now an inferno, the sheets damp with moisture. The slick sounds of sex filled
his ears. The noise in his mind was the music of his love making with Sky,
their hips pushing forward and back.
“Sky,” he
moaned as he increased the pace, fucking Sky harder, the hard slaps of wet
flesh now echoed around the room. He grunted as the pressure built within him
to fever pitch. His stomach tightened as his hips moved faster. His cock began
to burn as the lubricant wore away and he swore, not wanting to stop. The
pressure and desire built, the inferno circling around his gut. The burning
turned to a tingling as his balls drew up closer to his body. The bed squeaked
as his movement increased. Sweat slipped over his body as he strained to hold
himself back.
Sky had
yet to come. He could see her face, milk chocolate skin bathed in sweat, her
breasts jiggling with each movement, her body trying to move with him. Instead
she was bound to the bench as he took her. He reached around her hip, slipping
his fingers between her folds and strummed her pussy. Brenton felt her cunt
ripple and contract around his cock. He came as Sky cried out her climax. He
froze as the pressure burst like a balloon and fire washed through him.
Pleasure so intense rushed over him setting his nerve endings alight. He let
out a loud roar as jets of come shot through the air.
His lungs
couldn’t take in oxygen. He’d forgotten how to breathe. He felt lightheaded as his
heart pounded against his ribcage.
* * *
As he
drifted down from his climax, Brenton groaned and rested his head against the
pillow, his hand continuing to pump out the last of his seed before letting his
now flaccid cock slip out of his grip. As the world became awash with colors
and sounds that were no longer fantasy, Brenton groaned. His body, though
satisfied, wanted the real thing. The problem was, the real Sky wasn’t ready
for him yet.
“But she
will be,” he vowed, sliding off the bed and heading for the shower. “Soon.”