Page 51 of Connor and the Dragons

He snorted a laugh. “That is not how any of it works,” he said, and rolled his hips.

I let him set the pace. I kept one arm around his chest and one hand on his cock and let him ride me the way he wanted, using me like he said he would. He moved in long, slow rolls that pushed water over the edge of the tub and onto the tiles. It felt so good that my eyes crossed. Every time he sank down I was sure I could not hold on, and every time I thought about Connor’s face if I had to confess it, and held on. It was a terrible, wonderful ache, and it kept the dragon so quiet that I could not find him at all.

Kessrin’s hand slid over mine on his cock and tightened my grip.

“Harder,” he said. “I will not break.”

I planted my feet against the end of the tub and gave it to him harder. I fucked up into him with short, deep thrusts that knocked a sound out of him every time, and I stroked him fast, happy that I knew now exactly how to warm him up if I ever spotted too much frost leaking from him. He did not ever have to say he was cold, because I would shove my dick in him any damn time he pleased.

When he started to shake, I knew I had him. I dropped my lips to his neck and sucked, and his body arched hard against mine, driving my cock deeper into his tight, fluttering warmth.

He came with a cry that they certainly heard downstairs. His hole clamped down on my cock in waves and his cum spilled into the bathwater, and he shook in my arms, and I held perfectly still inside him with my teeth in my own lip and did not come. I would like that written down somewhere. It was the hardest thing I had done since I walked past those sheep outside the city wall.

He went limp against me. I kept my arms around him and kept myself inside him, because he did not like to be empty right away, and I kissed his shoulder until his breathing slowed.

The water had gone cloudy, and he was blood warm from his hair to his heels, and there was no ice anywhere in the tub.

“You are still hard,” he said after a while, shifting on top of me with a groan. “I think I like knowing you’re still hard.”

“I am.”

“Perhaps we could sit like this for a while.”

“It would be pure torture. I would gladly do it if it’s what you need.”

He moved to straddle me the other way, pulling me into position so he could sink back down on my aching cock. “Good boy,” he whispered, hugging me tight, his lips against my neck. And I held him like that, hard and denied and buried deep inside him, and I smiled.

“I like you warm,” I said.

I let the dirty water out of the bath and heated fresh water that came out of the spigot, and washed us both properly, with him still impaled on my cock. He let me do all of it without a single remark about my technique.

“That was very practical,” he said, as he helped me up, giving me a cheeky smile as he ran a hand down my swollen cock.

CHAPTER 18: CONNOR

I opened the door of our room and found both of my dragons in their robes, freshly bathed and still damp. Kessrin was pink to the tips of his ears. Oallian looked extremely pleased with himself, and his robe was tented at the crotch.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered, shutting the door behind me. “Moerrven and Sky just ran out to get more pastries. They’ll be right back.”

Oallian bounced on his toes, and the tent bounced with him.

“Not for you, jackass. You already ate the package that was meant for all of us.”

“They were very small pastries,” he said.

I crossed the room and put my hand on Kessrin’s cheek. He was warm. The morning chill was gone from his jaw and his throat and the fingers he wrapped around my wrist. I looked at Oallian’s robe again. He was still hard, and half the lodging house had heard Kessrin come.

“You warmed him up,” I said. “And you didn’t come.”

“I did not, Sir. I found a loophole.” Oallian lifted his chin. “You said hands off my own cock, and I never touched it. Kessrin did all of the touching, and also most of the work.”

“That’s not a loophole.” I hooked two fingers into the front of his robe and pulled him down to my mouth. “That’s perfect. You took care of him, and you did what you were told. Good boy.”

He made a small, happy sound against my lips, and his cock twitched against my hip.

“Kess, can you make me some ice?”

Kessrin held out his hand, and frost gathered in his palm and hardened into a neat cube. His ears went pinker when he handed it over. I opened Oallian’s robe, got him soft the way I had on that rock in the middle of the ocean, and buckled him into the black cage strap by strap while he whimpered and thanked me.