Rain was about to blow when he felt the bottom of his hardening balls being pinched, “What the… No! No! I have to… please! Oh, for the love of… Wyatt, damn it, you’re killing me!”
Wyatt slipped his mouth from Rain’s cock, softly saying, “Trust me, mate. You are going to love edging. It hurts so fucking good.”
Rain’s only experiences had been quick hand jobs or fast fucks.
This was not that.
Wyatt gave that wicked laugh before wrapping his lips around Rain’s cock once again.
Rain just knew he was going to lose his mind, he got lost once more in the blow job of all blow jobs his dragon shifter mate could give him, all the while, Wyatt alternating between using that dragon tongue and sucking him down like a hoover.
It kind of concerned Rain that if Wyatt was this good at a blow job, what would he think of Rain when he attempted one… he knew he was nowhere near this good.
Fuck it. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now he was going to just enjoy what his mate was doing for him, and hell, with as much time as they had, Rain knew one day he might even surpass Wyatt’s abilities.
Once more Rain felt his need to come rising. He was whimpering once again and begging for so much more… he needed more, and damned if Wyatt didn’t give it to him… and fuck if his threat didn’t become a promise, as Rain shouted, “Wyatt!”
Seed shot from Rain’s cock so hard and fast that it was almost to the point of pain, causing Rain to arch his back and shove his dick even further down Wyatt’s throat.
Thank the gods he didn’t choke his mate to the point of death, not if the way his mate tightened his lips around Rain’s cock and sucked harder, swallowing down all that Rain had to offer.
Rain panted as the last of his seed pumped out of his dick, but was shocked it didn’t soften even slightly, and his animal was screaming for more.
Wyatt must have felt the same because he lifted from between Rain’s legs, looking Rain directly in the eyes, as he poured a large amount of lube onto his hand then began to stroke his long, thick cock, making sure it was coated well… and that Rain had not missed this fact.
Seeing that hard, long and extremely thick cock, Rain couldn’t help but lick his lips, wanting to taste… but Wyatt shook his head, “Next time. Right now, I need you too much, and I will not embarrass myself by coming before being inside you. I don’t know how long I can hold my dragon back from taking you and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Neither man’s gaze left the others. It was as if they needed to see the wanting and need they had for each other, and Rain was not disappointed. His mate wanted him… really, really wanted him. That need had to match Rain’s own. “Make me yours, Wyatt.”
Wyatt aligned his cock to Rain’s greased and stretched entrance, growling, “You already are, but I will gladly make it official.” Then pushed in right past the ring of muscles that guarded his channel.
Rain gripped Wyatt’s biceps, arched his back and let out a low hiss. There was a sting, but it wasn’t enough for him to ask Wyatt to stop. The last thing he wanted was for Wyatt to halt anything he was doing to Rain. It hurt so fucking good. “Give it to me,mate. I can take it.” Hell, from the way his cock didn’t even soften a little, he had to admit, “I like the bit of burn.”
His mate took Rain at his word because the next push had Wyatt sliding in until Rain felt Wyatt’s balls smacking the back of his ass. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You grip my dick so fucking good.”
“So full. So good. I feel you touching everything inside me. So fucking good,” Rain murmured, wiggling his hips trying to get Wyatt to move.
The grip on Rain’s hips tightened as Wyatt hissed, “Don’t move or this is going to be over before we really get started, and neither of us want that to happen.”
Rain grinned, “Oh now, that wouldn’t be good at all. I’d hoped you had much more stamina than a teenaged hatchling.”
Wyatt tossed his head back as he laughed, then looked down and into Rain’s eyes still grinning, “You make me feel like a hormonal hatchling.” Then leaned down and kissed the stuffing out of Rain.
With his mate’s lips on him and the feeling of fullness and need growing, Rain pulled back his lips and arched his hips, hissing, “Can we move now?”
Wyatt didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pulled his cock halfway out, then pushed forward.
The zing of bliss that passed over Rain had him meeting his mate with each thrust. Both men calling out to the gods for strength.
“Need to touch you, Wyatt! Please, let me touch you!” Rain begged as he felt Wyatt slam into him over and over.
“Yes, touch me, mate. Touch me!” Wyatt hissed, his eyes once more in that serpentine shape.
Immediately letting go of the headboard, Rain ran his hands on Wyatt’s chest, arms and back, dragging his clawed hands down Wyatt’s back before digging his nails into Wyatt’s sides as Wyatt thrust in and out of him hitting that damn joy spot each time.
Holy fuck, he hadn’t meant to do that. Hell, he’d never partially shifted in his life, but by the guttural moan of pleasure coming from Wyatt, as well as the fact that he was also partially shifted with scales and all… apparently he didn’t seem to mind.
Rain was torn between wanting to come and not wanting to come. The need was building the faster and harder Wyatt moved, but the pleasure was so intense and amazing he never wanted it to end.
