Page 62 of Burn Me Down

Nodding, Beck kept her hand high and tipped the large candle slightly so some of the wax dribbled out into a line. The heat hit my chest, and my cock swelled, begging for more.

Reaching out, I grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand until she was only an inch or so above my chest. The flame was once more dangerously close to my skin, and yet it felt like an old friend.

“This will be a lot hotter,” she said, concern in her eyes.

“I know, I want it,” I said, my jaw clenching with just the thought of what it was going to feel like as it hit my skin.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I growled as she tilted her wrist, and the colorful blue liquid poured out. Beck moved her hand around, and the heat of the wax and bite of the flame felt incredible. My hips bucked up, and I groaned as my cock strained and throbbed in her pussy as the two most intoxicating desires I craved came together, joining and becoming one. “Fuck that feels incredible.”

Beck stopped, but only long enough to grab the second candle and repeat the process. Every muscle flexed with the tiny bite of pain that had long ago twisted together with the pleasure part of my brain. Now they danced hand in hand, each one as deadly as the other when let loose. Beck was right. The wax play filled that craving in me and could be a way to keep it at bay long term.

“Ride me, Cookie. I love to watch you come.” I grabbed her arm before she could put the candle on the table. “Keep holding the candle over my chest,” I said.

Beck turned it on its side and placed her hands on my chest, the flame close enough to feel the extreme heat but not close enough to burn. I was already in ecstasy, but when she began to move, I knew there was no going back from this. I wanted Beck, and I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere, and most of all, I wanted the dark delights that awaited me in her arms.

“Oh dear God,” Beck screamed. My hips bounced in time to her, and I drove in as deep as I could get. The glow from the fire glimmered across her skin, and it looked like the orange flames licked all the intimate parts of her body.

“Fuck me, Cookie…that’s it. Take what you need. I can feel you.” Beads of sweat trickled down her skin, her hair wild and eyes clouded with passion. Beck picked up the pace, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her bouncing tits, her hard nipples begging me to suck on them.

“Derek,” she wailed.

I grabbed her ass, not caring that the flame of the candle was brushing against my skin. I pumped her harder up and down on my aching cock. I could feel my balls tightening along with the rest of my muscles in anticipation of the release that I already knew was heading for a new level.

Beck’s whimpers were getting louder and louder, matching the slapping of skin as our bodies came together. She suddenly arched back, a scream ripping from her lips as she came and grabbed at her chest. Red wax splashed between her tits and dribbled between them before hardening, and I snapped.

I thrust up into her at a blinding pace, her cries getting louder and longer as I dragged the pleasure out.

“Fuck yes…fuck yes, that’s it ride me, sexy,” I growled, my fingers pressing hard into her hips. Her eyes met mine, and there was a rawness that let me see into the deepest parts of her soul. I roared as I came and held Beck down on my cock as I released hard enough to feel like I was going to black out. “Fuck!”

There were no words to describe what I was feeling, but if there was a God, then I just found heaven.

Derek

Why was Beck singing? My mind ever so slowly woke up from the fog of sleep, a smile already forming with the sweet song filling the room. Memories of last night and the mind-blowing sex filled my thoughts, and I snuggled closer to Beck, her warm body pressed up against mine.

My eyes snapped open, freezing halfway on my next breath as I realized there was no way to hear singing from the other room while she was lying quietly in my arms.

I sat up with a jerk and stared into the kitchen at the little blonde in the midst of a ballerina pirouette like she was inside a jewelry box. I had expected Ava to show up randomly one day, and I would need to explain or try to explain, that which is Ava, but what I hadn’t counted on was her dancing naked a few feet away from Beck.

“Tell me this is not happening?” I mumbled as Beck stirred, and I looked down at her in horror as she stretched and her eyes fluttered open. No, no, no. I tried to will her back to sleep with my mind, but she smiled at me until she noticed my face and then also clued into the singing. I’d never heard this rendition of The Birds and The Bees, but it certainly wasn’t going to help make this situation any better.

Beck’s face went from dreamy to serious and concerned in record time as she sat up straight. I wanted to pounce on her and push her down or maybe put a throw on her head and lock her in another room until I could get Ava out of here, but I couldn’t do either of those things.

“What the….” Beck’s mouth fell open as Ava leaped into the air like a cheerleader, giving us both an unobstructed view of her pert tits and pussy, and I quickly looked away.

Beck pushed herself all the way up, and all I could think to say sounded as ridiculous out loud as it did in my head. “It’s not what it looks like,” I said, pushing myself off the couch as well.

“Yay! Naked party,” Ava squealed and ran at Beck, who looked like her mind had blanked as Ava hugged her and shook her back and forth. Beck’s eyes shot to mine, and I groaned and ran my hand through my hair.

“I swear, it’s not. I can explain….”

Ava screeched, making me cringe as she locked eyes with me. “Dragon.”

“Oh no.”

With a wild leap, she jumped away from Beck and sailed through the air, landing on me like a little monkey.

There was definitely a God, and he fucking hated my guts. I held one arm out to the side while I grabbed my cock, stiff from being pressed up against Beck’s ass, and pulled it away from Ava.