Chapter 15 #2
Lowell’s grip on my hair rhythmically tightens and relaxes as he tries to control himself, his breath shallow and panting. I’m able to accept a little more than halfway down his flared base until the tip of his cock nearly pierces the back of my throat.
I try to draw back, but Lowell keeps my head firmly in place. He thrusts himself into my mouth with quick juts of his hips, the head of his cock bouncing against the back of my throat.
I gag, tears stinging in my eyes. Violent coughs burst from my mouth, but Lowell does not lift the pressure on my head. Sucking in a deep breath through my nose, I gain my composure and swallow down the excess saliva.
His cock twitches around my lips while my tongue dances sinfully along the underside, a motion I learn he likes. Another gag seizes my chest, but I refuse to let it out.
“Ha, I like hearing you choke around my dick,” Lowell chides, grunting with hitched breaths between words. “Better than your annoying-ass voice.”
Asshole.
Fingers dig themselves into the fold of his slit, massaging the tight ring of flesh below the hard scales.
I’m curious what lies inside the soft opening.
The scales that fight to desperately rebound around his cock strain around my fingertips, tight and throbbing.
If I’m lucky, it’ll make him come undone.
A smirk curls my stretched lips, anchoring the slit open with both hands.
An exploratory finger dips inside, kneading the bumpy warmth cautiously.
The inside is moist and slippery, but surprisingly shallow.
The pad of my finger brushes against a firm bump before bearing down on it in a curious fascination.
Lowell growls a curse, his possessive grip releasing me to slap to the ground. He claws at the bedroll to the point of tearing, his hips shaking and head thrashing.
“May—” His teeth clench audibly. “Fuck. Don’t — don’t touch me there.”
My heart nearly leaps from the pleading in his voice, his groans more akin to a tortured whine.
Trailing up to the tip in a single pull, I remove my mouth from his cock. A string of saliva connects us before breaking and slapping onto his stomach.
“I enjoy seeing you like this,” I say, jacking his cock with a wry smile. It takes both hands to be able to reach around his girth, and even then, my grip is barely tight enough to pleasure him.
Lowell glares at me, his face dusted a bright crimson. He looks only a single degree away from total embarrassment. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking talking and suck?”
I wet my lips, biting my tongue as his blush creeps down his thick neck.
He’s horrible at hiding how much he’s enjoying this. How adorable.
I roll my eyes in reply, collecting saliva into my mouth. Once full, I dribble the liquid from pursed lips directly onto the tip. Lowell sucks his teeth, his erection bobbing against his abdomen.
My hands work to coat his cock with my spit, for no other reason than to replace his lubrication with my own. The thought of overpowering his scent with my own makes me feel dizzy — if the squelching as I fuck him with my fist hasn’t, already.
I take Lowell between my lips once again, working and squeezing the squirming erection while sucking on the pointed crown. My tongue explores the depths of his grooves and bumps, giving every inch of his quivering cock the attention it desires.
Lowell’s moans become so loud and plentiful that they make my insides flutter with their sound alone. He’s exceptionally vocal and does not try to hide.
He’s so cute.
I watch his expressions as I pick up the pace, my tongue massaging his deepest indent in a wave-motion that his body seems to like best.
Lowell writhes beneath me, helpless and gasping. His hips piston against my mouth, forcing himself deeper despite bouncing against the back of my throat.
Each time I choke on his dick, his moans grow louder in enjoyment. The noises he makes are deranged. Feral. Snarls are accompanied by the high-pitched ripping of the fabric beneath us from his flailing tail as he takes what he needs from me.
Seeing him drowning in lust drives me wild.
I drive my thumbs into the soft skin of his cock as I stroke him, sucking so hard my cheeks flex concave.
Lowell throws his head back with a sharp hiss, his tongues draping out of his mouth. “Fuck! May, I’m—” Before he can finish, his words are cut off by a haunting, whimpering roar. He bares his teeth, chest lifting off the ground as he falls apart beneath me.
My mouth fills rapidly with a hot, sticky liquid. I try to withdraw as I’m filled far past my capacity, but both of Lowell’s hands slap to the back of my head, his nostrils flaring as he rides out his orgasm.
The overflow of cum drips from the corners of my lips and onto the floor. Lowell makes a vexed expression at this, his eyes narrowing predatorily.
“Swallow it,” he snarls, pinching my nose.
The thick load catches at the back of my tongue, the taste of his release slightly sweet yet tangy. As it fills my cheeks, I diligently swallow in multiple gulps to not let it burst past my lips again.
“What a nice sight,” he coos.
When the final bead trickles down my throat, Lowell’s cock throbs as he lets out one last raspy groan, the last of his cum spreading across my awaiting tongue. His body shakes violently as I squeeze him dry, dropping limp.
I lift off his cock, choking down the last mouthful with a heavy gulp. Finally able to breathe again, I swallow in an abundance of air and let out a rasping cough.
Lowell heaves a satisfied sigh, his eyes half-lidded and shining with gloss. He raises a hand to caress my cheek in his rough palm, a thumb wiping at the corners of my lips.
The digit pops into my mouth, urging me to lick up the remnants of his orgasm.
“Can’t have you wasting any of it,” he says, smug.
Even if it is for a selfish reason, I hold his hand in my own. Leaning into his comforting touch, electricity zaps down my spine. The warmth is lovely.
“Was it good?” I ask, watching his dick remain hard and straining.
Lowell’s scoff is bratty, a touch of his previous embarrassment remaining. “No. It was terrible.”
I laugh coyly, swatting him on the chest, but leaving my hand to cup his pectoral. “Then this makes us even.”
The area above Lowell’s eyebrows raises. “Even? May, I had you coming so hard tears streamed down your face in a sob.” He touches beneath his eyes, then shows me the pads of his fingers. “See? No tears. You have a few more times to go to make up for it.”
I bite my lip, hiding a smile. His crass words have my stomach exploding with butterflies. “I didn’t realize my debt was so deep. I know there is no chance in hell you’d ever tell me if I was the best you ever had, true or not.”
Eyes perking up, Lowell’s smile goes crooked. “Ah, so you admit it. I knew you were a fucking liar. I was the best, wasn’t I?” He laughs so brightly, his eyes crinkle.
Absolutely.
“I decline to answer. So you’ll just have to keep wondering,” I scowl, glancing at Lowell’s softening cock. I wish it could have been inside of me. The wetness that pools between my legs at the sight of him is nearly unbearable.
Snorting, Lowell follows my gaze to his groin. “Staying quiet for once? At least now I know your big mouth has another use.”
My jaw drops open in offense, but a crack of a smile slips out. “You’re so vulgar!” I say, belting a giggle and hiding my blushing cheeks with my hands. Normally, I’d scorn such a comment, but coming from Lowell, it was the closest form of endearment he’d ever give.
“Say something stupid again and I’ll hurt you,” I warn playfully.
“If you did, I’d probably come again,” he says with a lecherous wink.
I grimace in response, and Lowell finally joins me in laughter. His eyes soften strangely, a crucial change to his usual repertoire of expressions that would normally concern me. I can’t quite place it, but it’s deeper than the gentle glances he’s given me before.
One of Lowell’s hands sneakily slides to the top of my thigh, kneading the space between my hip and waist. When we make eye-contact, olive clashes with amber. A dull heat lights me with smoldering, raw emotions.
Lowell suddenly flinches, then claps a hand down to his wound, looking at me with broad, fearful eyes. “Fuck, I think it reopened.”
I don’t drop my smile and gather the exploded medical kit. “You’re such a big baby. It didn’t reopen.”
The panic on Lowell’s face is unwarranted, given that he had no idea how awful the slurry of scales and muscle ligaments looked just hours before.
“I’m going to bleed out again. Hurry up!” he whines, shrinking away from his wounded leg.
I sigh, mockingly waving a sterile gauze in his face. “Well, at least if you bleed out and die, you almost had the best orgasm of your life,” I tease.
Lowell grumbles a laugh, trying to appear unamused beneath his dirty look. “Oh, you’re hilarious.”
My heart thumps in my chest as I lean in closer to clean his wound, the pounding in my rib cage carrying not an ounce of nerves. The dread I once felt is gone; another strange, unfamiliar sensation is now in its place.
I fear what I’ve gotten myself into.