Taylor leaned forward, holding my gaze. His eyes flashed mischievously as his lips grazed the head of my cock. I groaned as my cock bobbed in the air, desperate for him.
What was this enchantment Taylor had cast on me? I was spellbound by him, completely at his mercy... and I loved every second of it.
Taylor's mouth engulfed me. The moan that escaped me was guttural and raw, laced with my dragon's growl. It apparently turned Taylor on too, because I felt him shudder in response.
Screw the pretense of keeping my cool.
I grabbed Taylor's shoulders, both to steady myself and to encourage him. The previously cool hotel room suddenly felt as hot and humid as a sauna as our muggy breaths and sweat mingled.
Speaking of hot, Taylor's lips on my cock were divine. The velvet heat of his mouth went straight to my balls, making them throb with need. I groaned and whined like a mewling kitten, not a ferocious dragon. This man brought me to my knees with just a calm glance and half a blowjob.
"Taylor," I growled, lacing my fingers into his thick hair.
He hummed low in reply. The vibrations shot up the length of my dick, causing me to hiss in pleasure. My cock twitched violently in Taylor's mouth, and I felt brainless with desire.
Taylor slipped off my cock with a wet pop. "What is it?"
Finding the words was nearly impossible. "You're so..."
I took too long to answer. He teased me by running his finger up the length of my sensitive shaft, which made me losemorebrain cells.
"Say it, Crimson." He tried to sound calm, but I heard the breathy waver of his voice. He was hard, too.
I replied with the only word I could think of.
"Perfect," I murmured.
Taylor blinked, surprised. The pink on his cheeks turned a darker color. Then he let out a scornful huff. "That's your dick talking."
"No, it's not."
Taylor didn't back down. "You're only saying that because I'm giving you head."
My chest was on fire. My dragon soul reared, protective and possessive and furious with the undeniable need to claimthe omega in front of me.
"No," I snapped. "I don't exaggerate my feelings, Taylor. Even when I'm harder than a diamond."
My sudden ferocity didn't faze Taylor. He met my gaze evenly, though with less doubt than he felt before. Cautious hope shimmered in his eyes.
Suddenly, he smiled. "Good to know. It'll make me feel like less of a greedy slut when I make you come down my throat."
If I had a retort, it died the second Taylor swallowed my cock down to my balls. I let out a choked sound as Taylor deep-throated me.
My fingers curled in Taylor's hair. I groaned and bucked my hips wildly, without rhythm. The skyrocketing pleasure was too much. It built like a shaken soda bottle, then finally peaked. I came with a raw shout, seeing a pinprick galaxy of stars across my vision.
Taylor sucked me through my orgasm. His lips wrapped around my cock like it was his mission in life to get every last drop out of me. By the time my aftershocks faded, I would say he accomplished his task. Not a single bead of cum trickled down his mouth, only streaks of saliva. His hair was tousled and his cheeks were bright pink.
He looked pretty damn pleased with himself.
I stumbled forward, woozy on my knees after that mind-shattering orgasm. Taylor caught me so I didn't fall. He helped me onto the bed next to him.
"Thanks," I said breathlessly.
He smirked. "It would be unfortunate if you bumped your head and fell into a coma during filming."
"Is that the only reason you're concerned?"
"Of course not, you dumb lizard."
