Hammer

19

Charlie looked into Hammer’s intense stare. His blue eyes had mingled with the gold of his dragon. The magic within them was hypnotizing. She lifted her arms and pulled Hammer back into a tight embrace.

When Hammer wrapped his arms around her back and buried his head into her neck, she let her fingers trace every bump and ripple down his arms. She wiggled her hands between his grip and walked down his six-pack abs to find the edge of his pants.

Hammer inhaled sharply.

Charlie took that as a signal to keep going but slower.

She slid her fingers between the fabric and his skin, eliciting a growl of approval from him. Her thumb and forefinger found the button to his pants, and with a click of her fingers, she unsnapped them and pulled away from Hammer’s lips.

“Is this okay?” she asked. Hammer swallowed. Part of him could not wait. Another was fearful of the connection. As Charlie’s hand slid the zipper down, the hardness in his pants pulsed with approval.

He needed her.

He wanted her.

He nodded for her to continue.

Charlie plunged her hands into Hammer’s pants and pulled out his engorged member with a gasp. “Oh. My,” Charlie breathed. Her gaze met Hammer’s. “You are beautiful.”

Hammer’s c**k was straight, thick, and swollen. Charlie’s hand looked small in comparison to it.

She dove onto his p***s and wrapped her mouth around the head of his manhood.

Hammer screamed. The fire roiling inside him pulsed around the center of his body. Tension contracted within him.

Charlie didn’t miss a beat. Her mouth never left the shaft she sucked on. She moved with ease as he laid himself down. She wrapped her hand around Hammer’s thickness and began to stroke him up and down while her head bobbed in the opposite direction, and her mouth, wet and warm, slid with her movement.

Hammer bucked underneath her. He needed to touch her, grab her, feel her. Although his eyes were closed, he moved his hand and found her thigh.

He slid his hand up the inner part of her pants until he found her sweet spot. Charlie let out a moan around Hammer’s d**k.

Hammer groaned appreciatively as he rubbed Charlie between her legs. He wanted to touch her skin, but her position was not viable to get her pants off.

As if reading his mind, Charlie flung her head back, creating a cold gust of air that made Hammer’s c**k shiver from the change in temperature.

She stood above him and slipped her pants off slowly.

Charlie bent over to glide the jeans down her legs and touched the ground with little effort. She was showing Hammer how flexible she was.

Hammer shuttered at the thought.

Charlie then turned her backside to Hammer. She straddled him, and her mouth sank over his p***s as he got a full view of her ass, c**t, and soft, pink parts. He could barely hold on.

His hands found her waist. His fingers glided around the most sensitive part of her womanhood. He slid two fingers inside of her. Charlie was very tight around his digits. Her moisture saturated them as he rocked his hand in and out of her to the rhythm her mouth was on him.

Hammer and Charlie tangled together, ending where one started and starting where the other ended.

The tension was now swirling tighter inside Hammer. “Charlie. I want to be inside of you for this.”

Charlie stopped and sucked her way up Hammer’s slick shaft. Hammer shuttered with the motion. She pulled away from Hammer’s fingers, whimpering a bit as they left her body. She flipped over to face him.

Hammer pounced.

He grabbed Charlie around her back to support her, laid her down, and pushed into her wetness.

Charlie groaned out. She lost her words quickly as Hammer’s thickness pulsed inside of her. He ground himself between her legs, interlocking each other as heat amplified as though they were kindling to a fire ready to explode.

With each new pump, Charlie and Hammer’s desire rolled over each of them. They worked in unison to create sparks that would be released.

They became one.

A red glow enveloped them, and soon, they were yelling together as their climaxes peaked simultaneously.

They spasmed together.

Short, electric pulses flared to life over their skin.

Fire crackled above their heads.

They gasped and caught their breath as they collapsed to the ground, limp and twisted in each other’s arms.

“See. We figured things out pretty damn well,” Charlie whispered with a lopsided grin as sleep pulled her under.

HAMMER

Charlie’s rhythmic, steady breathing lulled Hammer to sleep. And when he fell into unconsciousness, it was the best sleep he had ever had.

Their bodies were still warm, and they continued sharing heat, even as they slept.

The last coherent thought that crossed Hammer’s mind was that it had been Charlie’s first time. With him.

And then he was lost to the world.

Hammer’s dreams were wild and muddled. They were also unsettling. The Supermax prison was the basis for all his dreams.

The prison kept flashing through his mind, the background for dozens of scenes from his life.

The scenes from his life flashed through his dreams quickly. So quickly that he didn’t actually see anything. All he was left with were the emotions that accompanied the memories.

Warm love. Joy. Grief. Despair. So much grief and despair.

The only constant, the only visible landmark in his dreams, was the prison. His time in prison had been the largest part of his life.

His dreams changed then, and they were more of an out-of-body experience than dreams.

He was turning in his sleep. He saw it as though he floated above his body. He was pressing his face into Charlie’s hair.

His dreams changed as he inhaled her scent, the scent of his mate. They became calmer, less frantic. The scenes from his past slowed, though he still could not identify them.

He remained unsettled, but the prison was no longer the constant.

Charlie was now the only constant in his subconscious instead.