Page 32 of Desired By the Dragon

Enough torture. “You want to come, Kier?” She nodded frantically and I smiled, stroking a hand over her hair. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Without hesitation, she stood up and then knelt on the floor between my thighs. The first touch of her hand made my eyes flutter closed, the brush of her tongue making me groan. I needed to see this.

It took more effort than I wanted to admit, but I forced my eyes open and watched as she took me into her mouth, gagging slightly when my cock hit the back of her throat just a little over half-way. I thought that would be it, that she’d set a steady pace until I was seeing stars.

I was wrong.

Kiernan swallowed me down, her throat working to accommodate my length and girth as she hummed appreciatively. Her hand found my balls and my jaw clenched with the effort of holding off my climax. I couldn’t come yet. Not this soon.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Kiernan’s eyes seemed to dance up at me with amusement. Her mouth was stretched tight as she worked herself up and down my cock, tongue curling along my underside and hands squeezing me in tandem until I couldn’t take it any more.

“That’s enough,” I croaked, clearing my throat and trying to regain some composure. “Do you think you’ve earned your reward?” She nodded and I withdrew from her mouth with a pop. “Lay down on the bed.” The words were curt, desperate, and she looked as needy as I felt as she eagerly obeyed. “Turn over.” Kiernan rolled, presenting her curves to me happily, and I took a step forward before offering her my hand in front of her mouth. “Spit.”

There was a beat of hesitation before her saliva hit my hand and my breath hitched. I slapped the moisture down against her ass, lubricating the surface with her spit and my pre-cum. She wriggled against the bed impatiently, seeking friction, and I stilled her by lowering my weight onto her back and rolling my hips.

“Are you ready, trouble?” I glanced over my shoulder to see her nod and then pushed my cock between her cheeks, not penetrating the tight barrier and instead angling to rock myself against her. Her hips tilted up and I hissed, moving faster against her.

I couldn’t resist. I needed to feel her.

My fingers pressed back into her pussy, curling instantly, and she cried out as I rocked my fingers in time with my hips, letting her ass cradle my cock until I felt her clamp down around my fingers. Hot spurts of cum gushed out of me, painting her ass cheeks as my hips jerked and her cries reached crescendo.

Breathing heavily and feeling oddly boneless, I lifted myself off of her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before walking off to the adjoining bathroom for a damp washcloth. I took my time cleaning her off, letting the warmth of the cloth soothe her skin, pink and sensitive from my strikes, until she was clean.

I threw the cloth in the wash basket and then laid down beside her, sliding a hand up and down her spine lazily. Her eyes cracked open, a languid warmth in them that spoke of content satiation, and when she smiled I returned it.

“Do you want to come with me tonight?” she asked suddenly, and I tried to hide my surprise. “To the Kraken’s Keep with Taz?”

“You want to see me outside of these four walls?” I teased and then pressed on before she could change her mind. “I’ll be there.” Her smile was slow, like she’d tried to suppress it. I pretended not to notice the hint of vulnerability in the lines of her face. “Besides, you owe me a cider,” I said and grinned when she rolled her eyes.

Chapter Thirteen

Kiernan

Taz had stayed the night at the apartment with me after our night out at the Kraken’s Keep with Taylor and Max. She easily could have gone back to her own place, but maybe she could sense that I was one spiral away from bailing on this faculty event I’d agreed to attend.

We’d been nursing our hangovers all day, watching The Order, and like the mature dragon my best friend was, she nudged me every time a couple on screen kissed. “Oh look, it’s you and Max,” she’d tease and make a show of waggling her tongue at me.

A dress had shown up at the apartment late in the afternoon and I’d been staring at the grey garment bag for a ridiculously long time.

“So, are you going to open it?” Taz lounged on my bed, eating chips and flipping through a magazine. “Or are you just going to stare at it some more?”

I scowled at her and threw a velvet scrunchie at her head. “What if it’s awful?”

“Then wear something else.” Her tone said duh and sure, on the surface that made sense. But then why did my stomach feel like it was in knots? Taz bounced up from the bed and came to stand next to me as I stared at the bag. “What’s going on in that little noggin of yours?”

I bit my lip, unsure how to put it into words. “Well, if it’s a nice dress, and it fits, he knows me. Like, really knows me.”

“And if it’s hideous?”

“He doesn’t know me at all.”

Taz hummed. “Which possibility is bothering you?”

I swallowed. “Both,” I confessed and she chuckled.

“Oh Kiki, you’re a psychologist’s wet dream.”

Frowning, I nudged her. “Don’t call me that.” Kiki sounded like the name of a bubbly blonde, full of optimism and pep for life. I was a little more glass half empty lately. “Fine, let’s look at the damn thing.” I crossed the bedroom and reached for the zip front, hesitating. “Nope. Can’t do it.”