“How’re you going to open him?” Torin asked, almost conversationally.
Finley groaned, tipping his head back as his hand moved over his cock again. Jonah didn’t know when he’d looked up.
“I suppose I could give him a choice,” Rafe mused. “What do you want, Jonah? My mouth or my fingers?”
Jonah shook. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
“You have to choose.”
Jonah looked helplessly at the others. Damon stared back, and Torin smiled, but Finley made a gesture with his tongue that had Jonah squirming.
“Your mouth.”
Rafe snorted. “You should know better than to let Finley choose for you.”
Jonah turned his head with a frown. “I… Why?”
Rafe simply grinned at him before he lowered his head. He licked a stripe over Jonah’s hole and Jonah let out a shuddering breath, fingers curling in the sheets.
His cock drooled pre-cum as Rafe slowly licked him open, sucking on his rim occasionally in a way that made Jonah whine and push his hips back. Eventually, he pushed his way inside, and when his tongue stroked over Jonah’s prostate, Jonah cried out, looking back again.
“You – That—”
Rafe met his gaze but otherwise didn’t lift his head. Torin laughed lightly.
“Dragons have very… long tongues,” he said. “He could probably just fuck you with that.”
Jonah moaned. Rafe’s tongue wriggled inside him, brushing against his prostate over and over until Jonah knew, without the cock ring, he’d have exploded everywhere already.
“Rafe,” he sobbed, “It’s too much,please…”
Rafe’s tongue slid out of his arse, and he licked over Jonah’s hole a final time before slapping his cheek lightly. Jonah whined.
“Still so desperate,” Rafe murmured. “I thought they’d have fucked it out of you by now.”
Jonah shook his head. His cock was harder than it had ever been, he was certain. He wanted to cum – heneededit.
Rafe slapped his arse again, the sound echoing around the small room. Jonah dropped his face into the sheets, pain flaring for a brief moment before it soothed into another facet of pleasure.
“I told you to be good,” Rafe warned. “You’ll cum when I let you.”
Jonah pulled a face, even though he knew none of them could see it. He turned his head, looking at Rafe out of the corner of his eye. “’Course I will,” he managed. “Can’t cum, anyway.”
Rafe’s hand slid over his arse. “You’re asking for a spanking, boy.”
Hewas.“I want to cum,” he whined. “Rafe, please, let me touch myself. I need it…”
Rafe’s eyes flashed gold before he spanked Jonah again, this time slapping both sides of his arse twice. A deep moan tore itself from Jonah’s throat, and he rocked back into each touch, groaning again when Rafe grabbed his arse and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises.
When he looked up, Damon had his hand down Torin’s trousers and Finley was sucking a mark into Damon’s neck as he rutted against his thigh. Jonah moaned again.
“They make a pretty picture, don’t they?” Rafe asked. He rubbed slick fingers over Jonah’s hole before he pushed them deep inside. “Imagine what it’ll look like when they’re all taking you apart.”
Jonah could imagine it only too well. It had been his main fantasy for the past three weeks.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” Rafe said. He pressed against Jonah’s prostate over and over until Jonah’s arms shook, cock twitching desperately. “Want us all to take it in turns and fuck the sense out of you.”
“Yes! Yes, I want it,fuck…”
