Chapter 15
Lowell rumbles a needy moan into my mouth, the tremors reverberating throughout my skull and down my spine.
He releases his grip on my wrists, eagerly sliding his palms along my back to find their place cupped around my ass. Claws poke through the fabric of my pants as he fondles and squeezes, rocking me forward into his mouth at an increasing pace.
With my hands now free, they easily find their place on either side of Lowell’s head. I brush over his scars with my thumb, massaging the densely packed muscles of his face as they contort and flex.
Kissing a Lizardfolk is not as difficult as I thought it’d be, considering their large and textured mouths. Lowell’s lips are soft-yet-firm. Thin, but commanding space with ease. His rhythm is fevered, swallowing every one of my moans greedily while supplying his own right back.
It’s all I can do to keep myself from grinding into him, the desire to press my bare skin along the expanse of his scales lighting me ablaze. Kissing used to seem so dull, but now I wonder if I’ve ever truly been kissed at all.
Lowell tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth, quickly trying to take the lead. I don’t let him usurp control easily, nudging his head back with my chin in a bid to take it myself. We fight against one another in a heated battle, teeth clenched and denying the other entry, neither willing to concede.
As a last-ditch effort, I run my tongue over his bottom lip in a plea, but he counters with a bite. Teeth prick my tongue, leaving a coppery taste behind.
When I flinch, Lowell seizes the opportunity to spear between my parted lips with force, pushing its way in without permission.
Warmth envelops my core as he assumes control of my mouth, the wet, slick noises filling the space of our tiny tent. The expanse of his jaw nearly devours me in its ferocity, his tongues lapping up my saliva as though he’s a man starved.
The heat between us ignites to a blaze, my face flushed to a deep shade of red so intense it nearly burns.
With each drag of my lips, Lowell’s tongues split to coat either side of my own, dragging up to the tip of my tongue where he gives it a playful flick. Following his steady rhythm with ease, I tighten my grip painfully on his thick jaw.
A low, needy, animalistic growl bellows from the base of Lowell’s throat. Electricity ripples throughout my fingertips.
Goddess help me. He’s so sexy.
Lowell’s growing erection grazes against my ass as he keeps me steadily in place on his lap. The clicking sound from his jaw unhinging intensifies my arousal, his powerful kiss whisking my head from side-to-side.
Reaching one hand behind, I grasp the massive outline of Lowell’s cock straining against his pants. He grunts in response, recoiling from the sudden touch. I squeeze him, inhaling his breathy growls of pleasure into my lungs as if it’s the only air left in the tent.
Wanting more, I try to pull away from his kiss, but he yanks me back, biting my lower lip in disapproval. He licks the spot that now bleeds, almost apologetically. Pushing on his chest with force, he relents and lets me free.
Panting like an animal in heat, I smooth down my mussed hair and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. No matter how much I try to calm myself down, I crave a deeper connection above all reasoning.
Dancing my fingers along the waist of his pants, I lay a palm over his groin to stroke him with a delicate, teasing pressure.
He sucks in a breath through his teeth, snapping his eyes shut.
“I’d like to return the favor, from last time,” I say, watching his beautifully desperate face.
Jaw flexing and neck muscles straining, he mumbles, “What the hell are you on about?”
A devious grin paints my lips. Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, I tug at it. “The dinner? It’s only fair that I return the pleasure to you.”
Pulling his lips into a line, his razor-sharp teeth bite his lower lip nearly in half. “That was a parting gift before death. It never needed to be repaid.”
“So you’d prefer I stop?” I inquire, halting my hand from moving any lower. If he wants to be stubborn, I’ll make him beg for it. I’m too drunk with power to let him wait for me to give in.
The muscle that runs along Lowell’s throat flexes as he flatly replies, “No.”
Triumphantly, I repeatedly pull on the stretchy waistband, snapping it against his stomach. “So… if you don’t want me to stop, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to stroke you? Or…” I tap my pointer finger on my chin. “Put it in my mouth?”
“Put it in your mouth,” Lowell blurts, not a half-second after the words left my lips. “I don’t want your weak little human hand,” he finishes with a grumble.
His poor attempt to mask his desperation with anger is obvious and surprisingly cute. I giggle at his enthusiasm, shimmying down the undergarment that hangs from his slim waist to free the straining erection.
“As you wish,” I say, marveling at Lowell’s pleading, needy face. It feels good to have control over him, for once. Better than good. Addicting.
Removing the cloth fabric, his cock springs out from its confines to slap against his abdomen.
The revelation widens my eyes, the girth and length much larger than I had felt in my hand.
I waste no time ogling the mass of slick flesh from base to tip, the erection bobbing up and down while straining in time with his breaths.
A bead of liquid pearls at the tip, wet and dripping onto his scales.
His massive cock bursts from a slit in his groin, the base wide and girthy as it stretches against the opening.
The tip tapers to a point with deep grooves running beneath the head and down the entire length.
Large circular bumps trail along the sides with the deep indents highlighted with a bright blush-pink.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
Lowell does not interrupt me as I stare, fascinated.
From the corner of my vision, I see him carefully watching my reaction.
I tamper my nerves with a faint smile, my heart pounding into my chest like a beating drum.
I want to know what he sounds like when he’s aroused more than anything.
The noises that will come from him when his feral desires are satiated.
Positioning myself so that I am no longer putting pressure on his wound, I hover my mouth directly over his throbbing dick. He props his head up with one hand while the other winds a fistful of my braid, keeping his gaze fixed on me.
“Not much different from a human’s, right?” he jests, amused by my dumbfounded expression. The cockiness has returned to his voice and expression, empowered by my obvious captivation.
I wet my lips. “It’s very different… and much larger too.”
“Then you should get to work. You have a lot of areas to cover with that little mouth,” Lowell chuckles, yanking my braid like a leash toward his dick.
My nose collides with his shaft, the wet heat searing my face as it twitches and throbs. I’m surprised by how damp the flesh is, the smooth skin slick with lubrication.
My lips curl impishly as I open my mouth, flicking my tongue against the bumps directly beneath the head. They’re firm and without give, unlike the rest of the shaft and head which are soft and bouncy.
Drawing in my tongue, I roll the liquid of his arousal in my mouth. The taste is extremely salty, but oddly pleasant.
Lowell hisses when I give him another exploratory lick, pushing my head to urge me to move faster.
“Fuck…” he rumbles in a deep, gravelly voice that I’ve quickly come to adore.
Dragging my tongue up the length, I swipe and swirl every inch of his glistening cock. No matter how much I lick off, it remains nearly dripping with fluid.
I must be eyeing him with curiosity, because Lowell says in a strangled voice, “Stop staring at it like it’s some kind of specimen. It’s unnerving.” He swallows hard, gently panting. “My cock is self-lubricating. That’s why it’s like that.”
Pressing a kiss under the shaft, I swipe my tongue along the underside. “It must be hypersensitive, then. Since it has to remain buried beneath your skin, all warm and wet. Am I right?”
His breath hitches when I press down on a bump directly beneath the crown.
“What is this, a fucking biology lesson?” he murmurs through a gasp.
I bite down a giggle, pulling away to see his face. Golden eyes illuminate the dimness around us, his nose wrinkled and face set in an intense expression.
Bringing both hands to rest at the base on either side of the slit, I pull gently at the skin. The surrounding cream scales part to reveal an interior flesh dressed in the same vibrant pink as his erection.
My thumb glides over the skin, lubricant soaking my finger with stickiness. Lowell shudders, the exterior scales gently pushing the slit closed. His expression pinches, a blush dusting his snout to reveal his feeling of vulnerability. And Goddess, it’s erotic as hell.
Dipping my head to his tip, I open my mouth as wide as my jaw allows. I lick away the bead of fluid that builds at the opening, the flavor exploding across my taste buds. It’s even saltier than his lubrication.
His cock twitches beneath my lips each time I tease him with my tongue. The look of pleasure he wears drives me wild, confidence surging through every appendage.
I wrap my lips around the pointed head, sliding down his shaft. When he occupies my entire mouth, I hollow my cheeks.
Lowell roars a deep, thundering growl, his legs trembling.
I smile around him, slowly bobbing my head up and down. At first, it’s difficult to get the entirety of my mouth around its girth, but each time I pull out to the end of his length, I find I can accept him deeper into my throat on the way down.
With my mouth already filled and barely half of him swallowed, the corners of my mouth stretch so tight it’s painful.