Page 32 of Connor and the Dragons

His icy blue eyes flew open, and this was better, this was much better, because now there was nowhere for him to hide.

“Ride him. Slow. Brace your hands on my shoulders and let me look at how pretty you are taking his cock. You’re making him feel so good, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Kessrin whispered, his cheeks going pink. He was so cute like that, shaking and quivering as he straddled a huge cock, that I had to lean in and take his mouth.

I had meant it to be quick. His lips were cool and soft, and then they parted for me, and his hand fisted in my shirt, and it stopped being quick. There was nothing delicate about the jaw under my palm or the strength in the fingers hauling me closer. I was kissing a man, and I did not care, because all I wanted was to devour him. I licked into his mouth and swallowed the sound he made, and I kept kissing him, slow and filthy, until he was whimpering against my tongue and Oallian was swearing softly underneath us.

“Good boy,” I murmured against his lips before sitting back. He shivered.

I watched his hole work around that impossible stretch, wet and smooth, taking it.

I wrapped my hand around Kessrin’s cock, warm and slick at the tip and gorgeous, and stroked him in rhythm while my other hand kept two fingers moving in Oallian, and for a while I played them both like that, one man’s pace in each hand, watching Kessrin’s small wrecked sounds happen right in front of me.

“You’re doing so well,” I told him. “Both of you. Look at you.”

Kessrin became another degree warmer under my hand, as though the praise itself had a temperature.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Oallian.”

“Oh! Yes, please,” Oallian said, delighted. “I didn’t even know that was a possibility!”

I laughed as I stepped back, ripping off my shirt and pants, watching as Oallian shoved Kessrin onto his hands and knees, driving into him from behind. Kessrin whimpered and turned to me, eyes glazed over.

“Look how hard watching you makes me,” I said, stroking a hand down my shaft. “Watching the two of you together. Do you like that?”

“So damn hot,” Oallian said, grinning.

I moved closer, lining up against Oallian’s slick hole, and Kessrin gasped, digging his fingers into the blanket as I pressed Oallian deeper into him.

I went slow at first, but fighting for control was too much. Every inch of my body was screaming at me to fuck Oallian’s tight heat, to make my dragons come. Oallian was hot inside, hotter than a person, but not so hot he burned. He was drenched, tight, and he writhed up the whole length of me with his head thrown back, his inner muscles milking my cock like a fucking sex toy. Kessrin made a soft keening sound as Oallian slammed forward into him, driving him into the mattress.

Oallian was my first man, and I could not blame the cover story or the adrenaline for how hard I was. I wanted these two, this arrangement, the power in my hands.

We found the rhythm together, the three of us. When I drove into Oallian, he slammed forward into Kessrin. When Kessrin pressed back, desperate to take Oallian deeper, it drove Oallian back against me. The fire dragon was the instrument both of us were playing, writhing, radiant, the happiest creature alive.

“Stroke his cock, baby,” I said, guiding Oallian’s hand down beneath Kessrin, and Kessrin’s answering whimper went straight to my balls.

Kessrin made his smallest sound, choked and desperate as I fucked them both, slamming Oallian forward into Kessrin with every thrust.

I wound my hand into Oallian’s curls and hauled his head back until I could reach his mouth over his shoulder. He kissed the way he did everything else, all in at once, hot and open and greedy, with a groan that buzzed against my teeth. His mouth was scalding, and his jaw was broad and hard under my hand, and I wanted more of it. I bit his lip and kissed him harder and fucked him through it while he moaned into my mouth.

The orgasm built fast, tension coiling in my body as my grip on Oallian’s hips tightened, and my movements grew faster and more wild. Kessrin was moaning openly, his hands splayed wide as he pressed back into the dragon cock, taking it deep, and Oallian’s body had started to convulse, shaking with the effort of holding his orgasm back.

I stroked a hand down Kessrin’s hip, feeling the way he was shaking with each thrust. “Come for us, sweetheart,” I whispered, and he let out a broken cry, grinding back onto Oallian’s cock, as his body arched, his thighs shook, and I thrust slowly into Oallian as they both convulsed beneath me. I rode them through every wave of it, as Kessrin screamed beneath Oallian, sobbing into the blanket.

Oallian’s hips slammed back against me. “Oh, fuck. His hole, Connor, it feels so fucking good.”

“You may come, too, naughty boy,” I said, groaning as Oallian’s inner walls started to flutter around my cock, hot and tight and milking me so hard I had to grit my teeth to hold on.

He obeyed before the sentence ended. That fact alone would stay with me: the instant release of it, as though his body had been holding the door for mine. He came deep inside Kessrin with a shout they likely heard on the canal, hips bucking wildly, as he thanked me, wringing another broken sound out of Kessrin with every pulse, and the sight and the heat and the grip of him snapped the last of my restraint clean off.

I drove deep into Oallian and came harder than I had ever come in my life, buried in the heat of him, my teeth on his shoulder, shouting loud enough that the canal probably heard me too.

The room went white and quiet, just our harsh breathing and Oallian’s muttered expletives as we held each other for a long moment.

We collapsed in stages, Oallian gently extracted himself and flopped into the pillows beside Kessrin, and I leaned forward and thanked the fire dragon with a rough kiss, grinding against his cock.

He smiled against my lips, and I brushed his dark, sweaty hair off of his forehead.