Chapter 14 Holed up #2
In the quiet, he played with my fingers until our hands almost danced with each other.
My mind drifted, my thoughts less and less specific, my senses sharpening.
The scent and taste of coffee slowly faded, and I could only smell Ernest—like cool air in the mountains after it rained, damp granite cliffs, birches, and pine trees.
I could see him soar up steep peaks where no man was ever able to walk, the shadow from his wings gliding over untouched rocks and meadows, eagles diving out of the way.
And I’d flown with him. How lucky could a boy get?
I sighed, squirming in his hold. He cradled my face in his broad hand, our eyes met, and I could see what he was thinking, just like I knew he could easily read my thoughts.
You feel it, Lawrie. You understand.
Of course, I do.
You make me so happy.
I’m happy too. Happy you found me and didn’t let me leave.
You’re mine.
I am. Do whatever you want with me. I trust you.
Hungry fire igniting his gaze, Ernest caressed my naked body under the bathrobe.
He kissed my neck and shoulder, and I relaxed into his hold, soaking up his touches.
We made out for what felt like hours, not talking, only kissing and exploring.
He kept stealing small tastes of the milk, sending electric flurries through my straining flesh, and I stroked his cock, enormous now and so violently erotic—I couldn’t keep my hands off it.
When he spread his legs and leaned back against the sofa cushions, I got on my knees between his legs.
I’m yours, too, his eyes said. Whatever you want.
I want you to hurt with desire for me. And then I want to make you feel ecstatic.
Taking my time, I kissed around the base, glancing up at his face and reveling in his arousal.
The bulge of his knot stuck out from the underside, and I could just fit my lips around it.
I licked it and suckled on it, and Ernest groaned, staring at me with almost black eyes, the thin yellow bands shining.
Tracing the veins along the length with the tip of my tongue, I rolled his balls in my hands.
They were heavy and firm, always full of cum.
Then I played with the ridges under his cockhead.
They must have been sensitive because Ernest practically vibrated when I licked around them.
I wanted to see him come. I remembered the taste of his seed vividly, creamy with only a hint of salt, and I craved it again.
When I finally sucked the firm cockhead into my mouth, Ernest cried out. He fisted the sofa cushions, and I wrapped my hands around his shaft, stroking and massaging the knot while I sucked him as deep as I could, past the ridges.
He came snarling like the beast he was, thick spurts of cum pouring down my throat. I gulped every last drop and licked him clean. He didn’t soften at all. Grabbing me under my armpits, he lifted me into his lap. I straddled his hips, and the crown of his majestic cock poked my ass cheeks.
“Can I?” I asked, not sure if he’d be too sensitive now.
“Anytime,” he replied, his expression still dazed after his orgasm.
I gripped the base of his shaft and pointed it at my rim.
After sucking him off, I was wet and horny again, just like a damned nympho.
I remembered the passages from that book on mating and procreation of dragons and grinned.
Four times a day? Pfft. Ernest and I would break the record.
I could fuck him every hour of every day and still want more. The tip popped inside me, and I moaned.
“Let’s stay naked for the rest of the day,” I managed, breathless.
“Yes, please,” Ernest replied before placing his hands underneath my pecs and pushing them up so my nipples jutted out. They looked so wrong, big and raw, used, but Ernest seemed entranced with them.
With slow thrusts, I lowered myself until I was full of him, the crown pushing into my soft core.
Shocking heat flared from my center when I rolled my hips.
I braced my hands on his knees and let myself go.
I fucked myself with abandon, not caring about how I looked, what sounds I made, or whether I’d be able to walk tomorrow.
I chased the ecstasy, aiming for maximum sensation, the deepest possible connection, the pleasure-pain in my underbelly that left me feeling like fucking was my only purpose in life.
All the while, I felt Ernest’s gaze on my chest. My bloated pecs bounced with the hard thrusts, my nipples quivering, small drops of wetness glistening at the tips.
I came way too soon but immediately wanted more. I must have lost all coordination because I heard myself whine and beg, unable to thrust as hard as I wanted to.
Ernest flipped me so my shoulders were on the sofa, and he held my lower body in the air by my spread thighs as if I were a rag doll.
He snapped his hips forward, using his inhuman strength to impale me on his dick, and I screamed.
The chain of orgasms was deadly. Supporting most of my weight, he drilled into me, filling me to bursting and flooding my nerve endings with sensations so intense I thought I was going to pass out.
Toward the end, I was sobbing, my torso stained with the dwindling loads of my cum, and still, ecstasy swirled in my core, extreme and merciless.
The assault on my womb made my mind burst with colors and shapes, and my orgasm rose even higher, rushing through my torso and limbs with the force of a hurricane.
My oversensitive chest throbbed, my pecs suddenly feeling full to bursting.
I arched, everything in me coiled and tightened, and then it did burst. An explosion of raw joy rushed through me.
My eyes popped open wide just in time to see my tingling nipples squirt clear milk.
Holy shit! I was coming with my whole body, literally with everything I had.
Ernest roared a “Yes!” that resounded through the entire building, and I shouted with glee, knowing his cum was pouring into me.
I imagined my bruised and fucked-out insides, microscopic tears and wounds in the tissue, and how his cum filled them and healed me, how it smeared and softened the mouth to my womb, preparing me for breeding.
I shivered with aftershocks when Ernest licked my torso clean.
He was meticulous, lapping up every drop of cum and milk.
He kissed down my sternum and into my belly button, sucked my cock, and then he latched onto my opening.
He tonguefucked my loose hole slowly and deliciously, cleaning me up and loving me until the aftershocks subsided and I stopped twitching.
My mate climbed up my body, wrapped himself around me, and I fell asleep within seconds.
After a short nap, we showered together, and Ernest washed my hair, massaging my scalp.
Then we got stuck in the bathroom kissing.
Yet again, I forgot about time, loving his tongue with mine, drinking him in, our naked bodies pressed together.
We made it out of the bathroom after six in the evening.
“We did spend the day naked. Huh.” Throwing the robe over my shoulders, I left it open again.
“It’s not over yet.” Ernest winked. “But I think I need at least the sweats if I am to make dinner.”
“Please, do protect your private parts. I’m having fun with them.”
He laughed out loud, shaking his head.
A couple of minutes later, I sat by the kitchen table with my laptop open while Ernest peeled potatoes, dressed in nothing but cut-off sweats.
I scrutinized my boss’s and my calendar for something I might have missed, but everything seemed to be already taken care of.
Miracle of miracles. I clicked forward to next week and noticed a new event on Tuesday.
“Mr. Sullivan has already booked you for a prototype testing next week,” I said. “He’s not wasting any time. Apparently, I’m coming with.”
“I saw that. I’m looking forward to seeing the drone fly.”
“Our engineering team insists it’s state of the art, but Mr. Sullivan is never happy.”
“Davidson is a perfectionist, but in this case, it makes sense. All the involved technologies are developing so fast, and even if you manage to put a truly remarkable product on the market, within a year, there are two other competitors out there with something even better. So if you want to make an impact, you need to make it perfect. Longwang has the potential to revolutionize the field.”
I lifted my gaze from the browser. “You think so?”
“Definitely. A few tweaks, and it’ll be ready to soar.” Smiling, Ernest cut the potatoes in halves and dumped them in the pot. “Have you seen it fly?”
“Yes, a couple of times.”
“What did you think?”
“I’m not an engineer, Ernest. To me, it looked like an oversized children’s toy. It wasn’t until I read all the reports on potential uses that I understood why it’s such a big deal. It’s one of the reasons I’m not looking for another job already.”
Turning to me, Ernest raised his eyebrows. “So you have considered quitting? I’ve wondered.”
I felt my cheeks blush. “Many times. But knowing that Mr. Sullivan is adamant when it comes to ethics and climate helps. He’s not a total monster.”
“Except he is.” Ernest grinned, and I realized what he meant.
“Have you seen him?”
“In dragon form? I have. But only once and years ago.”
I gulped. “What does he look like?”
Ernest’s expression turned thoughtful. “Huh. Gray. Way bigger than me. Not as fast in flight, but much stronger.”
How was I even having this conversation? I shook my head. “Shit.”
“You might see him yourself one day.” Ernest winked before he turned to the fridge. “What about Burnes? He isn’t involved in the project anymore.”
“No. Mr. Burnes was trying to convince Mr. Sullivan to offer Longwang for private use and even adjust it to carry weaponry. Mr. Sullivan refused, insisting on search and rescue only. Mr. Sullivan got more support with the board.”
“Burnes is a special kind of asshole, isn’t he?”