Chapter 13 #5
My dragon’s possessive side flared like a firework. A growl vibrated in my throat, rumbling around Poppy’s cock. He suddenly gasped, throwing his hands off his face as he raced to grip the sheets, and a wanton cry spilled from his lips. Unashamed and horny and loud. Exactly what I wanted to hear.
My dick throbbed in response, but I ignored it. Right now, I wanted Poppy to come more than anything. I wanted to taste him, feel his body tremble, hear his satisfied moans. I wanted to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him until he was utterly spent.
“Viol...” As he whimpered, his voice cracked. He was close. “It feels so good...”
I shuddered in pure bliss. Fuck, it was amazing to hear that. To know he felt that good because of me.
The braid of tension below my stomach tightened. My dragon stirred, awakened and ready as my body burned up with arousal.
I grasped the soft flesh of Poppy’s hips. My nails threatened to shift, but I kept them in check so I didn’t hurt him.
Poppy’s breaths came out in short, rapid huffs, and his fingers fisted the sheets so tightly his knuckles were white.
I was focused on wrapping my tongue around his pulsing cock, leaving no space untouched.
Saliva dripped down the corners of my mouth and I inhaled hard through my nose, but I never once came up for air.
Poppy was more important to me than a decent breath.
A shudder rolled across Poppy’s skin like a premonition. I braced myself.
“Viol... I’m—!”
His words were cut off with a cracked moan that started low and stifled before it hit a crescendo, unfurling into the ultimate cry of pleasure.
While the sound filled my ears like music, Poppy unloaded down the back of my throat.
I felt my frayed pulse pounding in my skull as I swallowed everything he had to offer.
Gentle as ever, Poppy tried to pull out halfway through his orgasm, but I didn’t let him. I dug my fingers harder into his hips to hold him in place. Air be damned, I was going to suck him down all the way if it killed me.
He didn’t stop writhing through the final shocks of pleasure. When I was certain I’d swallowed the last drop, I pulled off of him with a wet pop. I managed to grin up at him while catching my breath.
Poppy whined in embarrassment as he covered his flushed face. “Why didn’t you let me pull out? You could’ve died!”
I rolled my eyes. “Please. It’ll take more than guzzling your cum to kill me.”
He squeaked and covered his eyes, too. I laughed harder. After wiping my mouth on the closest piece of discarded clothing, I crawled up towards the pillows.
“Was that good?” I asked Poppy, grinning because I already knew the answer.
He shyly dropped his hands at a snail’s pace. When he met my gaze, his eyes were crystal clear and full of fondness.
“Yes... it felt amazing,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
I snorted, then grabbed his hand to kiss his knuckles. “Don’t thank me, you dork. I live and breathe to pleasure you.”
Poppy released another tiny squeak of surprise, and his eyes widened to the size of plates. “Y-you can’t say stuff like that...”
“Why the hell not?”
He squirmed. “Because... it makes me too happy.”
“Well, I want you to be fuckin’ happy, all right?” I shot back. “In fact, that’s all I want.”
Poppy buried his face in my shoulder, letting out a fond whimper. “Viol... you’re too kind.”
“Nobody else in the damned world is saying that except you, Poppy,” I teased while stroking his hair.
“But it’s true! They don’t know you—”
“Like you do?” I interjected.
His eyes flashed. Then he nodded firmly. “Yes. Exactly.”
I felt a rush of affection for him, but what else was new? I carded my fingers through his silky hair, staring at him all the while.
“Let’s keep it that way,” I said quietly. “You’re so fucking special to me. You’re the only one I want to share these feelings with.”
Poppy inhaled a large breath, then released it. Despite his softness, he looked determined and strong.
He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something deep and important before he gasped and said, “Oh! You didn’t come yet!”
I burst into a laugh, then threw an arm around Poppy’s shoulder and held him close. He was so fucking cute that I couldn’t resist the urge to ruffle his fluffy hair.
“Not yet, though I was pretty damn close a couple of times,” I admitted. I still felt the strain of my erection, now overly sensitive from being ignored. It wouldn’t take much to get me there.
Poppy squirmed out of my grasp and started to shuffle down the bed, but I stopped him and shook my head. He blinked at me. “You don’t want me to, um, return the favor?” he asked.
The mental image made me shiver with delight.
“Another time? Absolutely. Just not right now,” I said.
Poppy looked disappointed. “But I want to do something for you, Viol.”
That made me swallow. Knowing Poppy wanted to pleasure me was like winning the lottery. But I was way too close to handle a blowjob right now, and besides, I had something different in mind.
“Trust me, I want that, too,” I told Poppy with a wry smile. “Come here.”
He went willingly limp as I cradled him into position—his head on my chest, face tilted up so I could see him.
I snaked my arm on top of his to reposition his hand.
I only had to move it a couple inches lower for him to comprehend what I wanted.
Poppy flashed a small, mischievous smile as his palm roamed down my stomach, over that trail of hair, and paused at the base of my hard cock.
Even the slightest movement of air brushing against my hot skin was enough to make me grit my teeth in anticipation.
“This is all you want?” Poppy asked, clearly willing to do much more. But I wasn’t being modest. Being face to face with him while he touched me sounded like the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Yeah,” I rasped, smiling fondly at him. “Mostly I want to look at you.”
His eyes, wet and shiny, flashed with emotion. “You can look at me whenever you want!”
I felt another pang of guilt. I’d wasted so much time not looking at him when he was right there in front of me. Six fucking seasons of that stupid game show... and I was too stubborn to appreciate my most precious person.
But not anymore.
“Poppy,” I murmured. “I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you. Nothing would make me happier than to have you right in front of my eyes forever.”
The words rolled over him like a slow wave. His expression went from gentle fondness to delirious with joy. As the emotion burst free of him, he laughed. The tears in the corners of his eyes grew fat and rolled down his cheeks.
“This is real, right?” Poppy asked.
“I promise it’s real. Pinch me if you want.”
“It doesn’t work like that. I have to pinch myself.”
“I’m not letting you pinch yourself,” I grumbled.
He chuckled, then relented by resting his head on my chest. “Okay, I believe you.”
Making sure to keep him comfortable, I tilted his head up so I could see his face.
Just like his scent, the sight of him was addictive.
And as his slender fingers slowly wrapped around the base of my cock, I realized his touch was addictive, too.
His sweet voice, the taste of him... everything.
Poppy embodied perfection for all my senses.
I could live ten lifetimes and still not get enough of him.
“My mate...”
The words slipped out of me. It felt natural. It was natural.
Poppy took in a small, sharp breath. His big doe eyes were pure liquid as he gazed up at me, glistening like pools in the darkness.
But he didn’t speak. Instead, his fingers danced up along the underside of my shaft, shooting electric sparks through my body. I inhaled with a hiss through my teeth. All my nerves were alive, begging for his touch. I felt like I’d fucking die if he stopped.
Poppy’s fingers curled around my cock, gently cupping it in his palm. He dragged his thumb up towards my head, then teased my leaking slit. I almost clenched my eyes shut, but his haunting gaze trapped me. Almost as if to say: You wanted to look at me. So look.
Panting hard, I stared into his mesmerizing eyes.
I was bewitched by them while completely at the mercy of his skilled hand.
I knew inherently Poppy had never slept with anyone except me—just like I had never strayed from him—so our sexual experience was evenly matched.
Yet Poppy knew exactly what I liked, what turned me on. As if that knowledge was pure instinct.
His strokes fell into a steady rhythm. Waves of pleasure crashed over me like a tide beating relentlessly against the shore. I was far too close to the edge. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Poppy,” I pleaded. “Kiss me. Please.”
He angled his head and brushed his cloud-soft lips against mine. A moan escaped me, slipping into his mouth as our tongues met. The wet heat whipped my senses into a frenzy. Even the smallest stimulation felt like a hot brand of pure pleasure.
As Poppy’s tongue tangled with mine and his fingers worked my sensitive cock, I started to lose control. The burning tangle of nerves below my stomach began to unravel. My body trembled, tensing before the incoming storm hit me.
I moaned and whimpered into Poppy’s mouth. He didn’t need to be told I was close—he could read me like a book. The rhythm of his strokes quickened, and he delved deeper into my mouth, his tongue wrapping around mine like a snake before he sucked the tip of it.
White starbursts exploded behind my eyes. My back arched as a primal snarl ripped from my throat, raw and shameless and barely human. Pleasure soaked my entire being as rapid-fire aftershocks rocked my frame.
When I was finally spent, I wheezed for air. My eyes blearily opened and blinked as I gasped for breath. Poppy beamed, grinning proudly at me. He reminded me of a perfect full moon on a black night. A beautiful glowing beacon that cast its light on the world.
I kissed Poppy again, pouring all my affection into him. I don’t know how long we kissed for. It was never enough. But we needed to breathe, so we pulled apart with a pair of content sighs, collapsing into bed.
Poppy nuzzled against my neck in a wolfish manner. I smiled and petted his hair until he finally found a cozy position.
I closed my eyes and rested my face against his forehead. I could never be close enough to him.
“I love you, Poppy,” I murmured.
He whimpered, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you, too.”
Together in my dark bedroom, the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was only the two of us snuggled up beneath the warm covers, breathing each other’s air as we tangled in each other’s embrace.