“Finley…move.”
Finley licked over the bruise he’d left, lifting his head to give Jonah a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He pulled back and slammed in hard, making Jonah let loose a cry of pleasure. It wasn’t long before they both lost themselves to it, Finley fucking Jonah hard and deep. Jonah tried to push back against him, but it was difficult with the cuffs still on, and the fact that he couldn’t move,couldn’t touch, had him reaching the edge faster than he’d expected.
Finley growled and Jonah moaned when he tore through Jonah’s shirt, lowering his head to bite down Jonah’s chest. Neither of them had touched Jonah’s cock, but it was rubbingagainst Finley’s abs, through the hair that led down to his cock, and Jonah whined, trying to rut up against him.
“Are you ready for my knot, Jonah?” Finley asked. He sucked one of Jonah’s nipples into his mouth.
“Yes! Fuck, give it to me!”
Finley growled again and he thrust in twice before he stiffened. His cock jerked inside Jonah as he came, head thrown back in pleasure. Jonah’s mouth watered. He wanted to leave a mark of his own.
He was distracted from that thought by the pressure as Finley’s knot swelled, forcing his hole to stretch around it. Jonah whimpered. He wanted to cum. Finley kissed his ear.
“Such a good boy for me,” he murmured, and Jonah could have sobbed in relief as his hand finally closed around Jonah’s cock. “You ready to cum? I bet I can make you do it twice before my knot goes down.”
He shifted his hips, knot tugging at Jonah’s rim, and Jonah squeezed his eyes shut, nodding blindly. “Finley, I need to cum, please…”
A few strokes were all it took. Jonah’s back arched and he came with a cry, cum shooting over his stomach and chest. Finley leaned down to kiss him, and Jonah whined when he realised the mess was all over the two of them now.
They were both quiet for a moment after, but then Finley tugged Jonah up and into his lap. He kissed Jonah’s neck as he unfastened the cuffs, dropping them to the floor. Jonah shook out his wrists, then slid his hands over Finley’s shoulders and down his chest.
Finley grinned. “Round two?”
Chapter Three
The next day, Jonah decided to work from home. He needed to film himself using some of the toys, and besides, he was getting way too distracted at the office.
He flushed as he thought about the fun he’d had with Finley. The werewolf had managed to make him cum again, of course, then had carried him up to his own rooms to soothe whatever healing balm Ez had found over his skin. The massage had almost sent Jonah under, and he had the distinct feeling that Finley liked taking care of him that way just about as much as he’d enjoyed taking him apart before.
It also meant that Jonah could sit today, which had been another concern. The worst of the bruising was gone – so at least he wouldn’t have to answer questions about it if he did film anything worth using.
Still, he wanted to try it again. Some time when he’d ask Finley to leave most of the marks. The others would want to leave their own, he was certain. Jonah shivered, then shook his head.
Focus! He was supposed to be working, not daydreaming, and he had Rafe’s toy ready. He’d filmed a video this morning showing how lube went inside it and then was released, but now…
Jonah snorted. He padded through into his bedroom, shoving off his shorts and kicking them under his bed. His camera and lights were all set up already, highlighting the new silk sheets he’d bought with this video in mind. After all, this was adragon’sdildo; it needed the ornamentation.
He turned the camera on and settled onto the bed, back propped up by the pillows in a way Jonah knew meant his face wouldn’t show. Lazily, he teased his nipples, stroking his cock until he started to get hard.
In his imagination, Rafe was already here, directing the little scene. Jonah knew his dragon would enjoy something like that. He’d have the chance to boss Jonah around – to boss themallaround – and he’d leave with a little memento he could show off or hoard at will.
Jonah moaned. He planted his feet on the sheets, tilting his hips so he knew his hole was in view on the camera. He’d already opened himself up, but he squeezed the toy until lube dripped from it and pressed it against his hole.
The flared head pushed inside, and Jonah groaned. He teased one nipple with his free hand as he rocked his hips, each ridge stretching him and making his cock twitch.
Once the toy was halfway in, Jonah turned it on. “Oh,fuck,” he moaned as the ridges began to move, hips jerking when he shifted the toy and it pressed against his prostate.
Little groans escaped him every time he moved, pleasure mounting, but he pushed the toy in further, brushing against his prostate as he tugged it back. The whole thing was supposed to be hedonistic, decadent, so he kept his movements slow even as he wanted to ram the toy in deep and ride it until he came.
His cock lay neglected against his stomach, so Jonah took hold of it in his free hand, using pre-cum to slick his length as he stroked himself slowly. Fuck. He was already so close. He was surprised every time that he’d lasted even a second once anyof them had touched him – though he supposed they wouldn’t mind that.
Jonah groaned again, arching his neck as he sped the toy up. Pleasant vibrations rippled through his prostate and pelvis, cock throbbing in his hand. Fuck, fuckfuck.His whole body was rolling as he fought for more, deeper, harder…
He stroked himself a little faster, fucking up into his tightened grip before he pushed against the toy again. He was still trying to keep it slow, but he was so close now, and as much as he wanted Rafe to be holding him down, fucking him, this was pretty damn close to the real thing.
Jonah tightened his grip on his cock. His breathing was ragged, interspersed with groans. He wanted Rafe’s hands on him, wanted him to tease, to show him off, to…
