Taylor smiled sympathetically. “Sure. If you want, let’s explore it together. Tell me more about
it.”
I swallowed. The image of it in my mind was very hot, but would I feel the same way in real life? There was no better way to find out than what Taylor had suggested—exploring it together.
I bit my lip.
“I, ah... want you to come on my suit,” I murmured.
Taylor’s brows shot up. He looked genuinely surprised. “Oh. That’s it? I thought you were into diapers or something.”
I chuckled. “And what if I was?”
“For you, I’d try anything once.”
The unexpectedly sweet comment made me smile. I held him close, wrapping my arms around him like a baby koala, never wanting to let go.
Taylor’s scent was musky and thick, and his soft neck practically begged for me to bite it. But if I went down that road, it would lead to full-on fucking again. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but I wanted to try something different.
As we embraced, I let my hand roam down Taylor’s chest, finally resting on the slight bulge in the front of his pants. He purred, which was adorable.
“Do dragons always get horny over their hoard?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I never thought of my hoard that way until I met you. Perhaps our fated mates unlock kinks related to our hoard.”
Taylor swallowed audibly. “Someone should do a study on it.”
Despite trying to keep his voice steady, I heard it hitch. It was cute when his stoicism crumbled under erotic pressure.
I kept caressing his growing erection. Taylor closed his eyes as his breathing quickened, along with the rise and fall of his chest. I felt his beating heart rapidly thumping against mine.
“Already pent up since last night?” I teased.
“Sorry that it feels good when an alpha dragon feels me up,” Taylor grumbled, his cheeks deep pink.
“Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
With a deft motion, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and pulled out my throbbing prize. Taylor gasped. The sudden sensation of cool air against his hot cock made him shiver.
I licked my lips. My mate’s cock was gorgeous. A shiny bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his swollen head. My mouth watered, eager to engulf it.
But as I began to kneel down, Taylor grabbed my shoulders.
“Don’t,” he said in a strained voice.
“Hm? Why not?”
He mumbled the next words, clearly embarrassed. “I’m already close. I won’t be able to hold back and... come on your suit.”
A wave of fondness hit me. “Aww, Taylor. You’re too sweet.”
“Whatever,” he grumbled, as red as my dragon’s scales.
I kissed him to diffuse his embarrassment. Soon, he was lost in our passionate make-out and threw his shame to the wind, moaning and whimpering into my mouth. My mate’s lustful sounds sent shockwaves of arousal rocketing through my body. My cock ached.
Taylor pulled back from our kiss. His eyes flashed, glassy and mischievous. He glanced down at my blazer, then gently ran his hands over it.
“Such fine fabric,” he murmured.
