I run my fingers through the sexy black hair on his chest and lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth. He turns his head, his hands gripping my waist as his lips seek mine, but I give him a swift kiss and keep moving, kissing and sucking my way along his lightly stubbled jaw and down his neck. I don’t want to get distracted by his delectable mouth when I have plans for my own.
His calloused hands explore my back, his hard cock leakingagainst my stomach as my hands and lips roam; stroking and nibbling my way down his chest to his defined abs, because of course my ex-SAS lover has a sculpted body. I happily explore every groove with my tongue as I lightly run my hands up his thighs, delighting in the way he tightens his grip on my shoulders.
Fuck, I knew I’d enjoy this, but having his pleasure entirely in my hands is the most fun thing ever. I want to play all night.
I kiss my way down his happy trail, lick the scar I discover on his left hip, then glance up as I run my tongue inward along the crease between his hip and thigh. His chest rises sharply, his nostrils flaring. He smells incredible; a musky arousal that gets stronger the closer I get to the Crown Jewels. I inhale deeply at the base of his cock, and his hips jerk once before stilling.
Ooh, I want more of that, more little indications that his control is fracturing. I want to know what it takes to make this man let go of the last of his restraint.
His foreskin is already retreating from the dark mushroom head so I help it along, then swirl my tongue around his tip, relishing my first taste of the fluid there. I maintain eye contact as I blow gently. His eyes darken further as one hand flies to the back of my head and although he just rests it there, there’s no doubt about what he wants.
I hide my smile, then proceed to give his cock the same treatment as I did his torso—kissing and licking my way down to his neatly-trimmed thatch of black curls, then back up again.
His chest rises and falls rapidly and when I look up, his eyes are molten. ‘Please,’ he signs with an unsteady hand, then repeats it a couple more times for good measure.
Ohhellyes. I reward his begging by sucking his tip into my mouth. His grip on my head tightens, his chest vibrating under my palm when I run my hand up to tweak a nipple. I give the head of his cock some love until both of his hands are tugging on my shoulders and his hips are twitching like he wants nothing more than to thrust.
That’s when I finally take the rest of his long shaft into my mouth, swallowing around him until my nose touches his groin. His chest vibrates harder, his body tensing under me, his hands clenching. I bob my head, slowly at first so I can get used to the length of him because it feels like a lifetime since I did this, then gradually faster.
When I reach down to take my own leaking cock in hand, that seems to be the final straw. He grips my head in both hands, and after pulling me right to the tip and waiting until I make eye contact and nod as best I can, proceeds to use my mouth like his own personal sex toy. It’s messy and perfect, saliva dripping down my chin, my tightly controlled tiger finally unleashed.
I work myself with one hand and keep the other on his chest to feel the beautiful vibrations. I’m so close but I want him to fall over the edge first. I try to slow down but I can’t, matching each of my strokes with his every frantic thrust. And when he stiffens and shoots his release down my throat, one long vibration continuing on and on under my palm, I desperately swallow as I lose the last shred of my control and spill all over his carpet.
I rest my head on his sweaty thigh, his softening cock slipping from my mouth, the blissful blankness in my mind meaning it takes me a minute to realise he’s lazily petting me. When I manage to raise my head, I’m captivated by the absolutely fucked-out look on his face. I want to put that look there again and again.
He tugs me up onto the sofa next to him then cups my jaw and presses his forehead to mine. I return my hand to his chest, right over his heart, enjoying the way the rapid thump-thump-thump gradually slows down.
We need to clean up, but right now nothing matters beyond this moment; skin touching skin, our scents combined, the taste of him lingering in my mouth. I finally blink back to awareness when he lifts his head.
He gives me a soft smile. ‘Stay?’
As if I’m going anywhere. ‘Of course.’
After all, I need to be on the lookout for nighttime eagle visitors. If Skye does decide to visit Raj tonight—or any night—I want the first thing he sees to be my naked body, protecting my treasure from anyone who might want to steal him from me.
There have been many, many shared orgasms since Raj first kissed me in his flat. He’s been enthusiastic about learning to give me hand jobs and blow jobs exactly the way I like, and I’ve been his extremely willing sex tutor. It’s also been my continuing mission to make him lose his mind any time I have my mouth on his body, and so far I have a one hundred percent success rate, much to my delight.
We’re not bothering to hide that we’re together from anyone at work. He’s comfortable that it doesn’t risk his Dhiren cover, and I like the idea of every supe with a sensitive nose knowing that our scents are thoroughly combined.
Unfortunately he’s still refusing to let me fly him to work, despite my dragon now behaving himself whenever I shift. Instead, Raj insists we travel together in his car—the cheap, falling apart Dhiren car, not the shiny Soldati Security one that’s parked at the Muroyi estate while he’s undercover. He’s concerned my dragon side will steal him away to a mountain top somewhere instead of actually making it to the warehouse, and since my dragon is definitely still obsessed with him, meaning it’s not inconceivable that it could happen, I’m not pushing the idea too hard yet.
‘What did Aire want earlier?’ Raj asks before he starts his car.
I frown at the reminder of the new instructions I received this afternoon, my hand movements choppy. ‘I’m being moved to transportation tomorrow.’
He stiffens, then glances at the warehouse. Even with the chaos of everyone leaving at once, we can’t sign freely here becausethe external security spells have a visual recording component. He puts the car in gear, and after slowly crawling out of the car park along with every other vehicle trying to exit, drives us a few streets away before parking in the only free space on a residential side road. Red brick terraced houses with minuscule front gardens line both sides of the street, as do parked cars, leaving a narrow gap in the middle just about wide enough for a single vehicle to pass through.
He switches the engine off and turns in his seat to face me. ‘Tell me everything.’
‘There’s not much more to tell. Aire said that due to an increased volume of orders, they need to move some people to different departments. Harley’s being moved as well because he’s already got the appropriate driving licence.’
Raj frowns. ‘I didn’t think you had a licence to drive lorries.’
Back in the manor, he was upfront about having done a thorough background check on me—along with every other employee—so it’s no surprise he knows that.
‘I don’t.’ I raise my eyebrows and wait.
His eyes flash amber. ‘They’re not using you as a glorified transport plane.’
