“Do they stick like knots do?” I asked.
“Only in cat form,” he shook his head.
“Good to know,” I said, licking my lips before bowing my head to press them against the salty, hard head of his cock.
“Nic,” he gasped out my name and I had to fight to keep the corners of my mouth from curling into a grin. I loved the sound of my name on his tongue.
I licked down his shaft, tentatively. His barbs moved with the motion, tasting and feeling just like the rest of him against my tongue. I slipped my hungry mouth over him, working him slow at first. My hands slid up and down his ropey, muscular thighs, eager to touch every last inch of him.
His grip on my hair tightened and he waited for me to react. He could tug me along – if he was able. Dragons aren’t the easiest creatures to budge even if you were a cat of prehistoricnature. He pulled me forward and I slid down, giving him his way that time but resuming my slow, steady pace. I put a hand against his stomach, keeping him locked against the wall while I took my time tasting him. His knees were jelly, and his frustrated growls let me know just how bad he wanted to thrust into me hard and fast and to be allowed to lose control. He’d just have to wait until he was balls deep inside my omegahole before that happened. Beal had taken his time and now I was taking mine. Each sound I milked from him stroked something deep and primal inside me. With my free hand, I touched myself, stroking in time with how my mouth moved over his shaft lined with wreaths of soft, fleshy barbs.
“Mate,” he growled out the word, sounding so close to the edge of oblivion.
I wondered just how the spirals of pleasure felt dancing over his dick following along behind my hungry mouth. How long could I keep him pinned up against the shower, devouring him over and over before he exploded all his tasty ecstasy onto my tongue?
“You’re close, huh?” I pulled back from him and held him in my hand.
“Yeah, fucking, yeah,” he nodded, his eyes hungry and pleading for pleasure.
“It feels better when it takes longer,” I said, flashing him innocent eyes.
“Remember that when you’re the one pinned down,” he growled, but pleasure laced his scent and gave away just how much he was enjoying himself.
“I will and I expect nothing less,” I locked my gaze with him. “If you’re not making me want to rip my scales off and beat you over the head with them, are you really making me cum at all?”
He opened his mouth probably to forbid me from ripping my scales off, but I circled my thumb over the tip of himagain, smearing around the pre-cum that had formed there since pulling my mouth off him.
“Mate,” he said, his voice growing deeper with each word he said.
“You need it faster, huh?” I asked, stroking him again. “Faster, tighter, more and more. So tight that all the tickly barbs are pressed against the rest of you.”
“I need you,” he said, and his words cut through our playful little game. They cut through the heart of me. I scooted one foot back to see if the hot water had run itself down yet. It was no longer scorching, meaning the shower was an option for our first time together.
“Don’t break the glass!”my dragon warned.“We’re big and fiery. He’s a cat. He might pounce or—”
“Nic,” he said my name because my fist was frozen around him.
“I’m thinking,” I said. “I’m slick and hard and you’re all I smell. Your dick feels so good in my hand, and you taste so good. It’s like the options are adding up and I’ve never been good at making split second decisions.
“Hey, now,” he said, taking my hand and tugging me to my feet.
I let go of his dick as he pulled me in close and kissed my forehead.
“This is supposed to be fun. Frustrating at times but fun,” he said.
“You make it hard to think straight. I think that’s how I know the danger’s passed. I can’t think now.”
“Tell me what you want, mate,” he said, with one arm wrapped around me and his other hand cupping my chin.
“You,” was the only word I managed to force off my tongue.
“I’m right here. You can’t get rid of me now,” he said. “I’ll be right here forever no matter how many times you change yourmind about which sex act you’d prefer us to be currently engaged in. Do I need to make you cum to clear your head?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe I should finish what I started.”
“You will. It’s not done until it’s done,” he grinned. “Don’t think so hard.”
“But I am so hard,” I said, fighting the urge to bounce from foot to foot.
