“Does your suit have an inner pocket?”
My jaw dropped.
No... he wasn’t going to...
After my long, dumbfounded, pin-drop silence, Taylor asked again. “Crimson. Inner pocket?”
“Yes,” I said in a small, tinny voice.
“Present it for me, please.”
With a shaky hand, I slowly drew open the front of my blazer, exposing the silk lining inside. I felt beyond exposed. Vulnerable. It was deeply erotic.
Taylor’s cock bobbed in the air as he stepped closer. It was inches from my suit. My heart pounded a mile a minute, thundering so hard it felt like it would burst from my ribs. I’d never been in such a haze of lust before. Sharing my hoard with my mate this way was intimate. Nobody else was allowed to even touch my hoard... but I wanted Taylor to dirty it with his cock. Maybe that’s what made this all so sexy.
“Keep it open for me, please,” Taylor said.
Grasping the base of his cock, he inched it closer. I was frozen, barely able to breathe. When the tip of his head brushed against the pocket hem, I bit back a moan. How could this feel so good? My cock throbbed almost painfully in my pants, my balls swollen and aching.
Taylor moved his dick up and down, teasing the pocket entrance like it was a bodily hole. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw a dark smear of pre-cum on the fabric. He’d already left a mark on my precious suit—and all it did was turn me on harder.
“I’m going in now,” Taylor said. “Are you ready?”
“Y-yes.”
“Are you sure? We can stop if you don’t like it.”
I glared at him, a draconic hiss escaping my teeth. When I was in an overly aroused state like this, it was easier for my dragon side to burst forth.
It amused Taylor. “Okay, I get it. Now hold still so I can fuck you.”
I stilled myself. My hands grasped the bed covers for dear life.
The head of Taylor’s cock slowly, gently parted the opening of the pocket. I let out a ragged breath. Watching his cock open it up like that was so hot. He swirled it around near the entrance, as if stretching the hole. I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t cry out.
Then Taylor rocked his hips forward, plunging his hard cock into my inner pocket. This time I couldn’t hold back. A cry escaped me, loud and desperate. Why did this feel so fucking good?
Taylor’s breaths turned ragged, too. He canted his hips, thrusting in and out of my silk pocket in a steady rhythm. I felt the weight and girth of his cock like it was physically inside my body. Sweat dripped down my temples, and my cheeks burned. I was beyond flustered.
Taylor grunted with effort as his thrusts sped up. “You love having your suit defiled like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good.”
His thrusts grew erratic and sloppy. Once in a while his cock slipped out of the pocket so he’d shove it back in, which drove me wild. His balls slapped against the fabric as he pushed the whole length of his throbbing cock into it. Taylor hissed through his teeth. He looked badly flustered, too. I wondered how close he was to his limit.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” Taylor asked. “Do it.”
My hand scrambled eagerly for my cock. I worked it haphazardly, too dazed to give it any thought or skill.
Taylor groaned. “I’m close. Where do you want me to finish? Inside...” He traced a finger down the front of my blazer. “Or on top?”
Fuck,I mentally screamed. Both were such good options.
“On... on top,” I finally decided.
“All right,” Taylor said, still fucking my pocket. “Watch me come all over your suit, Crimson.”
