Chapter 3
Toby from the Rosebud Club
LOTHAIR
I fucked a lot. I wasn’t sure it was the best way to spend most evenings, and sometimes it got logistically challenging, but when I didn’t fuck, I hated everything and everyone.
I’d even tried therapy. The human therapist said I was a sex addict and started digging into triggers and motivators, by which point I would have been forced to tell him about the little reptilian detail.
I bowed out. The dragon therapist told me to ignore human therapists and that I needed to find a mate so I could have “a regular outlet for my heightened libido.” Which pissed me off because, well, it wasn’t like I could put out an ad.
I didn’t know how other shifters did it. Like those poor guys who were single well into their forties? That was twenty-five years of fucking around. I’d been doing it for fifteen, and I was already exhausted. Not exhausted enough to stop, though.
My new bodyguard brought with him all that alpha energy and a strong, spicy dragon scent, and even though I was as busy as one could get, he had me on edge.
He was so preppy and proper, I wanted to mess him up.
See, I didn’t have a type when it came to omegas.
All it took was a sweet smell, an eager hole, and perky nipples, and I was hard.
My dick didn’t discriminate. Thin or fat, tall or short, mouthy or quiet, as long as they were wet for me, I was in.
Literally. Because what wasn’t to like? Sex was a little slice of heaven in our pointless existence, and when you stripped it of all the bullshit like norms, rules, dogma, sin, and those stupid expectations we put on each other, it was so amazingly simple and nice.
So yeah, I fucked everybody, and I didn’t think there was anything morally wrong with it.
They liked it, I liked it, everybody was happy.
With alphas, I was picky, though. Sometimes you knew the guy would never go for it, and some alphas were just meh.
Visually, Terrance was my type. Pretty, yet packed with muscles, with that impeccable, symmetrical face, changeable blue eyes, and a firm little butt under his wide, powerful back. I’d wanted him on his knees the second I saw him.
Today at the studio, we were doing a car and truck chase with some fighting on the roof. I didn’t like twirling in front of a green screen, and this project was like 75 percent studio work. Annoying. Terrance lurked in the shadows, distracting me while I jumped and rolled in front of the cameras.
I’d never fucked a shifter before. How would it feel to test his strength and see who ended up on top? We could wrestle around, naked, and the winner could fuck the loser. But something told me Mr. Control Freak wouldn’t be offering that tight alpha ass for a test ride any time soon. Pity.
At home, I showered off the stink from a long day. Just when I was leaving the stall, my phone dinged with a message. I ran the towel over my front and dried my hands so I could unlock the screen.
Toby-Blond-from-RosebudClub: I’m on my way.
Me: Come in. I’m calling the guard.
Message sent, I dialed the gate.
“Yes, Mr. Courtemanche?”
“Hi, Kyle, a cab will be arriving soon. It’s a friend. Let him in, please.”
“Should I call Mr. Harbinger?”
“Terrance? Why?”
“He was here this morning and said to consult him every time there’s an unscheduled visitor.”
So Terrance had been busy while I’d slept. Not surprising at all. “I’ll talk to him myself, don’t worry. Just open the gate.”
“Sure thing. Have a nice evening.”
“You too. Thanks.”
I glanced at the closed door to my new bodyguard’s bedroom as I went to welcome my guest. It was late, right? No reason to wake up Terrance just because of a booty call. He’d been up so early, poor guy.
Toby, the blond from the Rosebud Club, was an omega around twenty, whom I’d met at a fancy sex party.
I had to save these descriptions on my phone because I never remembered all the boys by name alone.
Toby had let me do him against the wall in the club’s dark room and once more in the back of my car.
Since he was a great fuck who took me easily to the hilt and came like a fountain, I’d given him my number.
This afternoon, he sent me a few photos. I opened a sensual pic showing his bare neck, and then I swiped to the most graphic one. Now, who was I to say no when a boy sent me a detailed photograph of his needy, stretched, glistening asshole? I grinned. I’d be right there soon.
A couple of minutes later, I picked him up at the door and dragged him in the direction of the fuck room.
We didn’t even say hi. We paused on the stairs for some groping and dry-humping, then Toby stumbled backward through the hallway while I bit and nipped at his neck.
I pushed the door to the fuck room open, swung him through, and kicked it shut behind us.
Without hesitation, Toby sank to his knees and did his best to get to my dick. But that was the thing. As a shifter, I didn’t let most humans see there was something off with my anatomy. It was a bummer but a necessary precaution.
“Nuh-uh.” I grabbed Toby’s hands and manhandled him until he was bent over the edge of the mattress.
“You’re no fun,” he whined. “I just want a taste.”
“I want a taste first.”
“Then let me clean up your dick after you’re done fucking me.”
“Will do.”
By the time I’d be done with him, he’d have forgotten about it.
I dragged his skinny jeans down and smacked his ass. It jiggled prettily. I grabbed fistfuls of the yielding flesh and pulled it apart, exposing his crease. Moaning, he pushed for me, opening his ass into a little dark circle.
“Hungry?”
“Uh-huh. Want your dick in there so bad.”
I smacked him again and spread him open so I could look at him some more.
He was so loose. Gaping. A sight for gods.
“Are you looking at my hole?”
“Yep.”
He clenched and released. “Do you like it?” Coy, was he?
“Very much. Hold yourself open like this.”
He reached back and spread himself wide while I took off my pants. My eyes pinned on the bull’s eye, I stroked myself lightly, only to tease and prolong the moment. Sometimes the gratification was all about the wait.
“Please, Lothair. I need it so bad.”
“Yeah? Poor empty hole. You’re wet?”
“So wet.”
“Show me.”
Holding his ass cheeks spread, he reached with one hand and pushed two fingers inside himself, only to the first knuckle. As soon as he touched the rim, a dollop of slick leaked out and traveled down his taint. I leaned in for a lick. Mmm, sweet.
“Would you look at that? So horny. You’re leaking.”
“I’m close to my heat. I’m so horny. I need it deep. Need you to fuck me hard.”
I knew he played it up for me, but I wouldn’t complain about a bit of theatrics. It tickled my ego.
“I’ll give you a big fat dick, omega. Just what you need.”
With that, I grabbed his hips and thrust in.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck, yes! Give it to me! Yesss! Fuck! Fuuuuck!”
Shit, he was loud. I’d forgotten about that. I should have gagged him, dammit. I slapped a hand over his mouth and went to town on his ass.
Toby from the Rosebud Club keened and whimpered against my palm, fisting the covers.
He curved his spine and pushed back, meeting my thrusts, and his ass began pulsating, sucking my dick like a hungry mouth.
I remembered that. Toby had these intense, long orgasms that turned his ass into a damned vacuum.
Maybe he wasn’t lying when he said he was close to his heat.
The tip of my dick was hitting the soft bump where the entrance to his womb nestled.
It felt big. Either he’d been through a few messy breedings in the past, or he was indeed about to go into heat in a few days.
Good for me. His hole was super soft, hot like a damn oven, and overflowing with juices.
Groaning, I shot inside him and took a little break, buried in him to the hilt.
“You’re like a fucking stallion,” he said, purring. “You’re still so hard.”
“Uh-huh. I’m not done with you. I’ll rail you until I come again.”
“Fuck, yes. Do it.”
Slowly, I thrust in and out, his hole squelching around me. As I built up the rhythm, my cum began leaking out, and Toby got way too loud again. Terrance slept right across the hall. But I did want him to hear, didn’t I?
I gave Toby my fingers to suck on, two, then three, and he gagged and grunted around them as his ass sucked my dick.
I lost count, but he must have come at least five times in a row.
After a few minutes, he was mewling and drooling around my fingers.
His slick, with streaks of my cum, dripped down his balls and created a slippery puddle between his spread knees.
I pulled him onto my cock, impaling him to the root with the roughest thrust yet, and let myself go. Toby howled, and colorful fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My cock jerked in the sweet clutch of his body, pumping him full of dragon cum. A proper, big load this time.
Occupied with my own pleasure, I forgot to gag him for the finish. A big mistake.
“Oh yeah… Oh yeah! Ooh yeeaah! Eeeeeaaaaaa! Eeek! Eeek!”
Damn. If he’d pitched his voice one note higher, he’d have gone ultrasonic. I didn’t think a human could produce such a noise.
Toby’s annoying voice sucked the fun out of my orgasm. But mediocre sex was still better than no sex at all.
I pulled out and deposited him onto the bed. He stretched lazily, his eyelids fluttering. I picked up my boxers from the floor and wiped the worst of the fluids off my groin.
“Fuuuck, that was epic,” my guest slurred. “I’m beat.”
“I’ll get you home, don’t worry.”
He frowned but didn’t say anything.
“Do you want to shower first?” I asked.
“No, I need a minute.”
“Okay.”
I cleaned up and peed, and Toby took his turn after me.